#anyways the idea for the poster was it to be simple enough so you can print it and pin it to your board or make it a book mark or something

[stood-onthecliffside]

for @anervousmirrorball

#saw you posting about how there are not enough bleachers edits #there is a reason why i don't make posters and this is why plus not for someone who does it so beautifully #anyways the idea for the poster was it to be simple enough so you can print it and pin it to your board or make it a book mark or something #bleachers edit #bleachers music #q #tsuserlizzie #tsuserkatie

[just-some-user-hunny]

Even more pinocchio headcanons...

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~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~

~ his legion arm is sturdy and strong, the way it never buckles beneath any weight, nor the resilience of flying speaks flying off its steel surface whenever he grinds the sharp blade of his weapon against it. He can punch through gates and tear off doors from their hinges like they were mere tissue paper.

But pino is a balance of strength and softness. With each little mechanical click of his knuckles and fingers, they drag softly down the silky expanse of your arm, down the surface of your wrist, and oh so gently into your hand for a an embrace of flesh and metal.

The intricate grooves of his palm are alike to your own rugged delicate markings, the contrast stark but filled with such a strong sense of belonging.

It's the way he reaches to touch your cheek that serves as a reminder of his uniqueness from other puppets. His fingertips are cold, almost ice cold against the warm flesh of your face, but the chill is a comforting presense. That within this bloodthirsty world, you have a protector. One that would do anything to keep you safe.

~ it is not uncommon to wake up with your hand cradled in pino's as he's sat on the floor by your bed. Pino misses you when you're sleeping, so when he wants to spend time with you this is the next best thing, just being in your presence is enough for him. The lack of the sound of your voice is made up by your soft breaths and relaxed expression.

~ continueing the whole clingy Pino thing, he would most definitely join you when you're taking a bath because he wants to be with you as much as possible whenever he isn't fighting. Of course, he's very respectful and turns away from you when you're sat unclothed in the tub of bubbles, and he merely sits on the floor besides you holding your warm soapy hand. His back with be pressed against the porcelain, fiddling with your fingers as he listens to you talk about anything. It's all very chill and relaxing.

Also he makes the funniest face when you dab a scoop of foamy bubbles on his forehead or nose. His face screws up rather confused, but chuckles softly anyway when he hears your playful giggles.

(Thanks anon for suggesting this idea!)

~ just Pino and you dancing slowly to an old record he found in one of the hotel rooms.

He had seen posters and illustrations of dancing people in the city of Krat plastered on walls and shop windows, and grew very curious of it.

You'd have to guide him a little, teaching him to bow and ask for a dance. Just sweet relaxed banter between you two as you attempt to lead him into a dance, guiding him to hold your waist and hand. He's a little clumsy at first, almost tripping you with a misstepped footing, but like everything he does he learns quickly. Soon enough he'll have you clasped to his front and spinning around the room, your giggles and his silent chuckles filling the silence.

Eventually your energy wears off, and you both slow dance to the soft crackling tune. Your head on his chest, and his hands on your waist, the two of you swaying side to side gently. He could spend hours doing this with you.

~ he's very polite, and will do things like open doors for you. However this can go from sweet to hilarious. One time you were struggling to open your drawer cabinet, and he pretty much tore it off its hinges. The both of you stood in absolute silence as you stared at the broken door clasped in his grip. The poor man gazed at you a little worried before you laughed softly at his antics, easing his nerves.

~ due to him not speaking all that much, and most of the time not at all, I can imagine it being useful to teach him a few simple sign language phrases. He'd listen and mimic your moves very carefully, copying your movements.

"this is how you would say thank you" you'd say softly, your fingertips brushing over your lips before extending your palm to him. His gaze focuses on your lips a little too much before he snaps out of it and copies 😅.

Now whenever you hand him something or speak comforting words, you'll be met with him bowing his head a little to gesture his thanks to you. He looks so proud every time he does it as well.

~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~

#lies of p x reader #lies of p #lies of p pinocchio

[darkdemeter]

WOLF AT YOUR DOOR Pt. 2

The DARK DEMETER WRITING CATALOGUE, WANDA MAXIMOFF COLUMN (ONESHOT) #2 —

—- not my gifs, credit to original posters! -—

Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader

A/N — So this took a fucking while because I was very sick and then by the time I could write I had lost the ideas I had and the inspiration to write it. Anyway this is considered as part 2 to Wolf At Your Door but can be read as standalone I suppose. Also there is no smut for this one because I just couldn't see it being in this part. I've got 2 other Wanda oneshots coming up that will have smut, one of which may be quite long... like Habits II if I can.

WORD COUNT — 2.9k

READER DISCRETION — fluff — slightly possessive reader — Wanda and reader being a grump x sunshine couple — profanity — mention of protective reader — all about them pups really — small mention of Wanda's backstory — there's SITCOMS HERE — reader acknowledges the cheese of romcoms — marking — confessions and feels — I think that's it?

PREVIOUS COLUMN(S) — WOLF AT YOUR DOOR

SUMMARY — Never did you ever imagine that pups would become your future. No less, to Wanda Maximoff. Despite your odds and differences to begin with, perhaps you're willing to give this thing a shot.

“No.” 

It’s as simple as that as you push the trolley forward. Wanda pouts and as an act of defiance, she throws the colourful, tiny suit into the metal basket on wheels. You aren’t quick enough to repress the almost disgusted sigh. 

“What’s wrong with it?” she asks behind a scowl as you both continue your voyage down the aisle. “Yellow hurts me. Deeply.”

Was that a lie? Maybe. But did you instantly regret your answer when you see the flicker of disappointment in Wanda’s eyes? There’s no doubt about it. She reaches back into the trolley for the tiny suit, amongst the array of others you both had already picked out, most likely to place it back on the rack when you stop her. 

“Leave it.” She looks shocked when you prevent her from fishing it out of the selection. You only roll your eyes, the faintest of smirks on your lips. “I’ll just have to be blindfolded when I hold them.”

Wanda smiles a toothy smile - that perfect smile - in regards to your humour. You’d never been one at the party to crack jokes but sure as hell would win a joke match against Rhodey. Him and his fucking tank story. 

But Wanda is entertained deeply by the mental picture of you with a literal blindfold over your eyes as you cradle little wolf jr. A picture perfect snapshot already archived in the album in her mind. 

Already midway through the second trimester. Time is flying by so quickly. You both still hadn’t sorted out the crib yet and by that, you hadn’t. But all the cribs you and Wanda saw were made for one baby; two at best if you were really set on them sharing. 

But human cribs never accounted for four pups and you weren’t very impressed by the idea of building four separate cribs. Uh uh, that made your wolf brain go crazy. Your pups separated from each other? How would they bond with each other?

That was how you and Wanda got on the topic of a ‘den’ and nesting. Surprisingly she was on board with the idea from the start when you first told her your concerns about the pups being kept away from each other, that their bonding time would be hindered greatly if you both went about it the human way.

She’d agreed wholeheartedly. Not a huge case it took to convince her. 

Wanda and yourself roll into the next aisle and the first few racks were rows upon rows of socks and shoes meant to be fitted to tiny feet. 

Wanda laughs at the expression on your face and you give her a puzzling furrow, head tilting to the side like a confused dog. 

“What?”

“You,” she giggles, “didn’t expect our little rendezvous night to take so well, did you?” You merely shrug with a small noise, quick to cover it up you clear your throat loudly. 

“You brought it out of me. You should have known never to do that to a werewolf.”

Wanda smirks with a slight nod of her head. She’s double sure she doesn’t regret a single thing. There’s nothing she would trade for this feeling of her hand running over the large bump of her stomach that ferociously kicks with your pups. Four, healthy pups. 

There were still remnants of the aftershock back at the compound. The reveal that you and Wanda had slept together was talk of the compound for weeks before Wanda grew sick and with that, the test coming back positive. When you were able, Banner executed some further tests and you almost fainted right there on the spot when he congratulated on the four additions.

And not to mention the overstimulation on your part. Not only was Wanda a walking ball of ever changing hormones but you were in overdrive as well. Anytime someone made Wanda upset in the slightest you were on them in a matter of seconds. Fury had to call an emergency meeting in regards to keeping yourself in line throughout Wanda’s pregnancy. Not that it helped, you only grew to become fiercely protective over Wanda and your unborn pups. 

But for Wanda it was all she could want. Not to lie to yourself - your counsellor advised that lying to yourself is a bad habit - but you were happy as well. This was a secret dream come true. Wanda’s interest is piqued when she spots a set of black footed pyjamas with crescent moons on the pads of the feet and little pawprints scattered across the body. 

“Y/N, look!” she gapes as she holds the suit up for you to look at. Out of some maternal habit, she holds it against her bump and in that moment, it all hits you like a freight train. 

You were going to become a parent. A wolf parent. You wouldn’t be so alone anymore now with Wanda carrying your lineage within her womb. And she’s excited for it. Has been since the very beginning. To have such an opportunity before you now, you realise just how alone you were before. How fine you’d been being so alone before. 

But if you had a chance to go back in time, to stop yourself from entering Wanda’s dormitory that night, you realise now that you wouldn’t. 

Your lips part but no words come to mind. You’re drawn at a blank. All you can do is marvel at the inevitable coming of your pups. “I think we should get them, the pups will look so cute.” She grabs three more and places them in the trolley. 

‘Fucking hell…’

Wanda looks up from the haul and tilts her head curiously at the look you give her. Eyes wide, unblinking and just simply admiring her. Right there in that aisle of baby supplies. Not exactly one of those times in movies where the misunderstood, hardened love interest finally sees the sunshine protagonist in the highlight of their epiphany and has a complete one-eighty on their entire reality; but fuck, it was close enough. 

Seeing Wanda swollen large with your pups. It’s something that cannot - will not - be robbed from you. “You okay?” she asks softly and you nod slowly. 

“Yeah. Really good, actually.”

Ugh, those sitcoms and romcoms she’s made you watch are starting to rub off on you. You sound so fucking cheesy. She smiles wider this time and using a hand to flip some loose hair behind her shoulder, she beckons you to follow her. 

Maybe yellow isn’t such a bad colour. You can make it work.

Dinner time is rolling around and you check the time, just ten minutes past six. Wanda happily prepares dinner for both of you and your invited guests, her eyes occasionally lifting to watch the sitcom she’s adamant on watching.

At first, you didn’t get the fascination with a cast of characters just doing mundane things in one space only to have the laugh track and fade effect transition into the next location. 

However, Wanda was quite open with you about her life before Hydra took her and her brother. That she adored sitcoms from a young age, and one of the last memories she has is sitting down next to Peitro in front of the TV to watch an episode of the Dick Van Dyke show, her parents cuddled together on the couch. 

It was a raw scene to bear witness to. Her eyes flooded with tears. The only thing you could do in that moment was pull her to you in a tight embrace. The rest is history. One of your personal favourites was Bewitched, but you refuse to admit that to anyone. 

“How’s the project coming along?” Wanda asks as she stirs the contents in the pot around, giving it a little taste test. “It’s good,” you answer with a focused grunt, expertly working one of the last screws into place. 

“You’re following the instructions, right?” You don’t need to look at her to know her attention is elsewhere, she’s not even looking over at you. You roll your eyes, gaze momentarily glaring down at the booklet. 

You grumble to yourself under your breath. “Don’t need the instructions, werewolves don’t need fucking instructions.”

Wanda can’t suppress the grin on her lips at your huffing and wolfish grumbling. The pups were in for a treat with you, she can tell already. 

“Do human babies actually like these… knick knacks?” you ask rather unsurely. You stand the changing station up and brush your hand along the mobile. The colourful, plastic bits clink and sway. 

“Yeah!” she answers with enthusiasm. You only raise your brows more with worry. You weren’t set on having those little things dangle in front of your pups, just begging to be grabbed and chewed to bits. But that was a worried conversation for another time, a knock on the door alerts you both of your arrived company. 

You call out for them to enter as you busy yourself with putting aside the table. Natasha all but swaggers on inside, a box in her hands as her eyes glance between you and Wanda. 

“Good evening, how did the shopping go?” 

Wanda giggles at your reaction before she uses her stirring spoon to point at the haul you both had garnered today on your big voyage to the great danger beyond: the public. Sam, Steve and Clint walk in after Natasha, each wearing a smile of their own.

“You ready to have a crack at parenthood, Wolf?” Clint jokes and you shrug. “As ready as I could ever be.” 

Wanda begins serving up dinner when her eyes squint, accusation on the tip of her tongue. “We’re missing one,” she drawls and Steve chuckles lightly under the scrutiny of the witch’s gaze. 

“Bucky had to cancel last minute, small mission briefing.” Steve’s explanation is supposedly good enough for your little witch to accept but you see the judgement in her eyes. You chuckled, the wolf in your eyes spelling mischief as you look at Wanda from across the way.

“So lucky. If only I had a mission briefing too.” 

Wanda flicks her fingers at you, the tips of her fingers glowing with her scarlet magic when a knife flies your way. You catch it with a surprised guffaw. “Sweetheart, I thought we would save the knife play for later.”

Wanda looks at you with a narrowed gaze but her smirk speaks volumes to you. She’s silently challenging you and all you do is raise your brows, your tongue in your cheek. 

Sam is clearing his third plate of the masterpiece dish he insists is of five star quality. You hum teasingly under your breath, “I dunno, I think she tried to poison mine.” 

The others share in the banter with small laughs and their own opinions of their dish, all of which praise Wanda’s skills around the kitchen. 

But what was all your teasing but a mere altered projection of your deep, underlying affection for Wanda? As you talk and catch up with your friends at the dinner table, your hand seeks out Wanda’s under the table. When you find hers, your fingers intertwined together. A simple and small action but for you, it held more affection than many things that could overly express one’s love. 

You weren’t the type to show up at the door with a giant bundle of roses and balloons, with music blasting the greatest love song hits of the century. You always prefer to keep it small. Private. Intimate. 

So after another hour or so, your friends call their leave. “And remember, Tony’s hosting that huge baby shower for you guys next week,” Natasha reminds over her shoulder. A shudder attacks your spine and you inwardly growl. Tony would of course play out the entire thing as an act of being the ‘fun and cool uncle’ but really, it was another dig for getting the car done up good on your mission. 

“He knows I hate his parties,” you mumble to her once you’re both alone. She’s in the kitchen finishing up the washing when you walk up behind her. It’d been a big day for you both. It feels good for it to just be the two of you know. 

Your arms circle around her waist and pull her in close, her back flush against your front you take the opportunity to bury your nose into her neck. She giggles loudly, cringing as she tries to wriggle away from you.

“What’s wrong?” you coo with a playful nip to the shell of her ear. “I’m ticklish there!” she squeals but you continue to feign knowledge.

“Oh? Are you now?”

“Yes!”

You laugh, cool, rich and deep. A husky drawl while you continue to nuzzle into her neck, inhaling her calming scent. Your hands balance on the rise of her swollen stomach, the kicks strong and prominent against the light pressure of your hands. 

“They know it’s you,” she cannot help but say with a smile. Something about your pups being able to recognise your touch makes her heart flutter and it makes something in you inflate. Pride. 

Your pups knew you by touch already. You just knew they were excited by the mere presence of your hands - of you - being so near. You smile. “Because they know I’ll protect them. Protect you.”

“You know… you never did mark me.”

You freeze for a moment, hesitant on how to answer her. What could you say to that? But Wanda turns around to face you and draws you into a deep, passionate kiss. Her lips capture yours and her tongue teases the line of your mouth. 

“I don’t care what reservations you have about this relationship, or that you plan on sleeping with other people. But please, I just want to feel some semblance of love, that I belong to you.”

You frown at this and immediately, your hands find the edges of her jaw to lift your tearful eyes to yours. “Wanda,” you sigh in disbelief, “take a look inside. What do you see?”

She gives you a look of scepticism and you huff deeply through your nose, a wolf behaviour to further urge her to comply. She does so, closing her eyes and taking a moment to read your thoughts. This is the first time you’ve given her permission to take a look inside your mind.

“You see anyone else?” She shakes her head in response. “That’s because there is nobody else. There’s only you.”

You sink to your knees so you’re at eye level with the baby bump. Wanda watches you, eyes wide and jaw slack. Whatever antics you were getting up to, she’s at a loss. When has she ever seen you become a mushy mess for anything? When Wanda looked at you, she never put affection as part of your resume. You and the factor of affection or anything to do with a loving relationship were just two opposite ends of the spectrum.

She didn’t believe you were ever capable of such adoration and devotion. “There’s never been anyone else. It’s always just been me. That’s how it used to be before… this.” Your nose pushes against her bump and you feel the pups kick again. 

You grin this time before your eyes lift up to see Wanda, her button lip jutted out in a pout. Her bright eyes coated with hot tears.

“Little witch, I’m not… I’m still very new to all this. But I’m telling you now that I want to have a go.” You pause and swallow thickly. “I don’t want it to just be me anymore. I want it to be us.”

“Then make it an us. That’s all I want.” 

You hear the plea in her whisper and you rise up to your full height, staring down at her. Your hands cradle her face in your hold, you simply take the moment to admire in her eyes what you once mistook for lust; that you now see as love. 

“It’ll hurt for a second,” you inform her as you slowly tilt her head so her neck is bared for you. “But I promise it’ll be for just a second.”

She nods and you take that as your go ahead. This is where the lone road ends for you. No more being alone. 

She closes her eyes with the growing anticipation and you bare your prolonged fangs, inching them closer to the sensitive skin of her neck, hovering over the spot you’d nuzzled just prior. Right where she was ticklish. 

With a final, deep breath you close the distance and plunge your canines and her body locks up, a yelp on her lips you tug her in closer to you. Your body is a silent assurance that she’s alright. That she and your pups will be alright. 

She feels it in her core, a whirlwind that sweeps her like a heavy storm. Like wind blowing in her face and drawing the air from her lungs. Right beneath the surface of her skin tingles and becomes ignited with that binding fire. When you pull away with a breathless exhale, your dazed eyes glowing, it takes you a moment of swaying to become stable again.

“Fuck,” you both groan softly, noses brushing together as your lips dance over one another, their connection ghostly but the radiance of your new connection a fiery and passionate spark to the touch. 

Wanda smiles and her flushed cheeks indicate her flustered embarrassment. You chuckle deeply and lift her chin up with your fingers so she meets your hungry, wolfish gaze. 

“You’re mine now.” Her hand finds purchase on her stomach, and yours falls over the top of hers. “And they are our pups.”

Thank you for Reading! (◕ ᴥ x)

TREEHOUSE TAGLIST —

@alexawynters

#female reader #gn reader #male reader #treehouse taglist #the dark demeter writing catalogue #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x you #wanda x reader #wanda x werewolf! reader #werewolf reader #marvel #wanda maximoff #wanda marvel #wanda x y/n #werewolf #pups #pregnant wanda #marking #wanda maximoff x you

[tragedry]

Now we need you to write a tyden confession scene............ y'know, to make things even. Or you can talk about when they realized their feeling for each other 🥺

the fact that y'all are starting to associate me to both ashler and tyden is hilarious cause i'm pretty sure i started this side blog to only talk about ashler asfhafla

but here we are, so let me try to put together a coherent enough tyden confession for you at 4 am:

side note: this got really long way too fast, and i'm pretty sure this only tackled aiden's feelings, but i hope you like it anyway anon!

when aiden realizes he's starting to like tyler, everything just clicks.

he's laying on his bed, his eyes staring up at the glow in the dark stars he's poorly glued on his ceiling back when he was ten when the realization hits him, and he's finally put a name to the emotion tyler manages to invoke inside his chest whenever the other boy would stop scowling and actually offer him one of those once-in-a-blue-moon, downright stunning smiles that probably belonged on a movie poster whenever one of aiden's jokes finally lands.

it's like the last step of figuring out how to solve a brand new rubik's cube, and for a moment he revels in the satisfaction of just knowing, except by the time he tries to figure out how to proceed from such a revelation, he’s coming up blank.

for the first time in his life, his crush on tyler is the only puzzle he has no idea how to move forward to.

if he’s being honest with himself, knowing that he actually likes the halfwit doesn't really change much of their situation, if anything it would probably only make things worse if tyler found out.

and it's not like he's stupid enough to actually believe he's got a shot, not when he's made it his entire personality to annoy the ever living shit out of the baseball player any chance he’s got.

the thought of tyler’s possible rejection inflicts a pain that courses through his entire body, stilling him until he has to remind himself to breathe.

aiden decides he doesn’t really like thinking about this particular puzzle anymore—not when his own emotions have cursed him.

he refuses to think about the problem any further. he’ll set his feelings for tyler aside and ignore it till it goes away completely. 

he’s always been good at ignoring his problems, and this is no different.

with his mind made up, he lets himself relax until the pang in his chest dulls out and he’s ready to forget it was ever there in the first place.

and just when things were finally starting to feel normal again, that’s when the halfwit decided to reply to his text. 

the reply is short, dry, and straight to the point– and it’s just so like him that aiden catches himself snorting when he reads the simple, “fuck if i know.” right after aiden’s last annoying question. 

he hadn’t even expected the other boy to reply, except tyler always did.

no matter how much he purposely tries to piss him off or how many memes he sends the other boy, tyler will reply, whether it was a sarcastic comment or a curse, all of his messages are read and answered.

it was kind of addicting, to be heard-to have his existence acknowledged by someone who had every right to tell him to shut up and walk away.

he can feel his heartbeat racing all over again as he re-read tyler’s text, and as he typed out a reply he knew it was going to be hard for him to fall asleep.

the clock on his phone reads past 1 am, and he wants to point it out to tyler cause he’s always complaining about staying up late whenever aiden’s in the mood to mess with him.

but before he could say anything about it, tyler’s already sending him a brand new text, and this one’s even more humorless than before.

his earlier thought is momentarily forgotten, and he ends up sending the other boy a series of memes pointing out how badly tyler’s killing their convo with his lackluster replies, and aiden selfishly hopes that tyler takes the bait and talks to him even longer, even if just to prove him wrong.

aiden wonders if tyler would hate him for it.

he lifts his eyes back to the stars on his ceiling and hopes.

he hopes that tyler won’t hate him for being selfish, hopes that his feelings for the other boy won’t last, and hopes that by the time he wakes up the following day, the pain in his chest disappears completely. 

his phone lights up with a brand new text and aiden begins to type out a reply without really reading what the text said.

'can you promise you won’t hate me too?'

the reply gets deleted, and he sends tyler another meme instead.

#me: i only ship tyler with ashlyn #also me: *types up around 800 words regarding aiden's crush on tyler in one sitting* #listen i do not control the brainworms #if the muse says she wants me to write tyden then that's exactly what i'm gonna have to do #sorry if i sound insane #and for not writing about the mutual feelings realization anon #i was craving for aiden angst tonight #tyden #aiden clark #tyler hernandez #school bus graveyard #ry.plies #anon ask

[correctproseka]

So @queer-prosekai told me to do my own top 10 list of the sets + my favorite card of each, so here's some rules i set for myself

1- i have to REALLY like the full set, not just really like a card but a little less to the others (cough Saki in no seek no find, for one example. Though other sets have also triggered this rule)

2- i also am judging by card only, not the story, however. I am not completely good at this because a lot of the cards that are already good get to be way better because of the event behind it.

3- only counting the trained cards, not untrained, it would be a very different list.

ANYWAYS. LIST STARTS NOW:

10: LIGHT UP THE FIRE

Oh my poor child are you okay??? Going past how much i like this event. Which would get me here writing for hours mind you. I also just really like the set. The dark colors and the fact that in all 3 cards you can barely see color- its black and then each has their own color showing up, An has red, Toya has blue and Rin has white. It just gives a fucking impact on you looking at them. Would not change a thing, really.

9: WISHING TO THE BLUE SKY FOR YOUR HAPPINESS

Anyone else remembers qhen this set just totally broke us? Oh my god. I do. Shizuku in a suit. An in this pretty ass dress. I just cjsjcjsmcjsncjdj. It was mainly those two that really hit for me, specially An. But when it hit it hit hard man

8: SMILE OF A DREAMER

It was the first lim set, so it was really simple compared to what we get now. But simple doesn't mean bad. I really love the colors and idk man i have a soft spot for it i cant defend everything my brain is a dvd logo bouncing around😭

7: HEAR ME HOPEFUL SHOW

Angel Minori is one of the prettiest sets ever, it just isnt higher because personally i like some others more, doesn't mean this shit isnt fucking gorgeous. The lightning, the setting. I love this mmj card with everyone in it bc this is such a beautiful place???? Just. Licks this set like an ice cream then cries bc i ate the pretty ass set.

6: Someday, from the depths of despair

Lowkey i did not expect this one to be this high before i made this list. But it is just gorgeous setting, gorgeous lightning. It just makes my brain go brrrr looking at it.

5- What lies behind lies ahead

The hermit set has people in a chokehold for years, and for good reason. The hairstyles are pretty, the au ideas one can get out of it are yummy. AND THE CARD THEMSELVES ARE SO CKSJFKDK. All of them having this golden thing around as if hermit was a story told to us by images. It just could be a poster. Its certainly pretty enough to.

4: Our escape for survival

Sorry for the amount of niigo here. It will happen again. Niigo never misses. Anyways i just love this set sm. The lightning, muffled colors and backgrounds just hit so fucking hard. The rain shared on the 3 cards from the set is so symbolical and so is the clock and the engines on Mafuyu's and Luka's card. It tells us a story before we even read the event and that is beautiful.

3: Close game offline

I had to skip this set and i am still sad about it. Man the the the cmsucksjcjx aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa viddygame and neon.

2- Unnamed Harmony

I like silly, your honor. I also like water. Saki's card has both /hj. No but really i just really like the outfits and colors and just everything in this set it would be a CRIME to not have this here as a Saki stan. Just look at it!!!!

1: Draw your bow in this white world

.. so, who's surprised? I can barely even find a favorite card in this set. From Kaitos . Kaito. (Does he need more?), Shizuku's gracefulness and beautifulness and Mafuyu just pretty and badass breaking the "screen"/mirror/window with an arrow. Its just soooooo ancjamvjsjchsjxncnsicjsv chomps.

HONORABLE MENTION:

Knock the future, which light up the fire took it off on a technicality (i like 3/3 cards on light up the fire and 2/3 on knock the future bc Honami is very meh compared to the others to me)

Anyways if anyone else wants to do this as a challenge id love it. And @probably-not-niigo i challenge u to do the same

#project sekai #proseka #colorful stage #prosekai #pjsekai #puroseka

[littlespacereader]

Hello again!!

❗Tw: mention of diapers & accidents❗

I also have to wear diapers for medical reasons (stool incontinent bc of a birth defect) and I too view Nappies as a comfort item in my regression!

I think it's really cool of you to help others bring comfort to wearing diapers and "embarrassing" situations like accidents.

As someone who has to deal with accidents at least twice a week, that really means a lot!

So, I would love a story where a little one has an accident, in a public place/ event and their cg makes an "escape plan", like in an action movie, that helps the little one to feel less ashamed. Saying things like: "Okay, we have to secure the diaper bag, before entering the restroom, is sergeant Teddie equipped for the heist?" They make a game out of it, showing the little one that even in uncomfortable or embarrassing situations, one can have fun.

I'd also really like a scene of comfort, where the little one feels bad for "being yucky" and their cg assuring them that they are not. (It's something I struggle with a lot bc of my condition)

It's up to you to decide what kind of accident you decide the little one to have, whatever you're comfortable with! (I know many ppl find "No. 2 accidents" really triggering, so I completely understand if you don't want to write about that)

Feel free to use any of the pairings I listed in this ask of mine!

Ps. I forgot to mention that I'm uncomfortable with the terms M*mmy and D*ddy in the other ask, so I'm putting it here!

Thanks for reading, have a great day/ night!

For starters let me say how near and dear this request is to my heart. I can relate whole heartily to this. As someone who also uses diapers both as a medical necessity and as a comfort item to my regression this request hits home. So this ask really warms my heart. Thank you for being so open with this request @dino-boyo-agere 💞

It’s extremely embarrassing difficult having an accident in public. Age Regression isn’t a widely known thing and the fear of someone taking it for something like a kink is common. Plenty of insecurity and disgust runs through us when accident happen. Why I’m so adamant about writing these scenarios is to shed a light to those who don’t know and more importantly to show Littles alike that it’s okay. You’re regression is your own. Wearing diapers or not doesn’t make you more or less of a Regressor. Wearing and using diapers is okay! You’re perfectly valid and I’m here for you as a fellow Little who wear diapers herself. Accident happen but it doesn’t make you gross. You’re a beautiful Regressor, padded or not💞💞💞

With that little affirmation of love to my fellow padded Regressors please enjoy this fic💞

Thank you for this brilliant idea and for all the different pairings. I decided to go with Caregiver! Dean Winchester & Little! Sam Winchester! But I love the idea of a Caregiver being an older brother to their little brother Little so this immediately struck my heart!

I will be doing this fic as a number 2 accident which will be implied and not detailed in anyway in this story. I understand that it makes some uncomfortable so I understand if this fic is not for you. While it will be sfw in my eyes I can understand why it wouldn’t for others so hence there is no sfw tag added. With that I hope enjoy this fic!!💞

The Undercover Mission at the Fair

Caregiver! Dean Winchester & Little! Sam Winchester

Tags: diapers, accident, pacifier, stuffed animal moose

Nicknames: Sammy, buddy, kiddo, little one,

Sam and Dean arrived to a small town in Idaho hearing stories of a ghost killing those who walked home at night. Seemed simple enough for the brothers. But upon arriving, it was getting hard for Sam to keep a clear head and not regress.

Since arriving there were posters everywhere for the county fair. They had never been to a fair before! And this one was going to have rides, carnival games and as much junk food as a Little could want! The pictures looked so exciting!

The posters were in the police station, the hotel, the diner, EVERYWHERE! Sam, despite his best efforts was finding it difficult not to regress immediately. How could he resist?! It looked like so much fun!! And hey, maybe he took a poster on the way out of the police station to show Dean later…just maybe…

Regression was something Sam kept hidden from everyone for years. I mean how could he possibly tell someone like his father that he needed to regress every now and then.

No, never. He kept it to himself… College had been a God sent to Sam. There he was able to regress whenever he felt like it. He had stuffies, toys, diapers and even a pacifier all for himself. It was heaven on earth.

That was until Dean showed up on his dorms door step saying Dad was missing. Going back to his old hunter lifestyle and not regressing was a horrible combo. Shared motel rooms with Dean meant no privacy, which lead to disaster.

A nightmare in the middle of the night caused Sam to not only regress but wet the bed as well. But Dean was right there by his side to help him through it all. He didn’t question anything at all, not the diapers in his bag, not the stuffed moose he clung to and certainly not the pacifier he immediately gave Sam.

No, Dean stepped up like he had Sam’s whole life. He comforted him and helped him back to sleep eventually. After that day Dean became Sam’s Caregiver, making sure his little brother was always safe and comfortable when he regressed.

Fast forward to the present, in privacy of their hotel room Sam started to regress. The case dragged on today. Between talking to the police, to research at the local library, to interviewing victims families, Sam needed a break.

He grabbed his moose stuffie, got changed into a diaper and sat on the bed with his pacifier while watching tv. Suddenly an ad for the fair popped on and reminded him!

“Dean!” Sam said, pacifier dropping from his mouth as he rushed over to his suit jacket to grab the poster from his pocket.

“Yeah Sammy?” Dean was just walking out of the bathroom when Sam thrusted the poster into Dean’s hands.

“They’re having a fair here this weekend! See!” He pointed to the poster.

“Yeah I saw these posters around the town. What about it?”

Sam paused, “We have to go! When will we ever get this opportunity again?”

Dean smiled. As much as brother tried to keep his regression in the downlow this whole case, his careful Caregiver eyes spotted it right away. So it was no shocker to Dean when Sam brought him this carnival poster and asked if they could go.

“Sammy we’re in the middle of a case.” Dean tried to reason.

But Sam crossed his arms, “You’re the one who always says it can’t always be about hunts and that we need to take time for ourselves. Well this is time for ourselves!”

As much as Dean hated to admit it, Sam was right. He hasn’t regressed in a while which wasn’t health for him and Dean hasn’t had a break away from a hunt in a while. Maybe this fair was meant to be for them.

“You make a good point buddy,” Dean sat down on the motel bed and patted the spot next to him for Sam.

Despite being taller than his brother, Sam sat down and leaned forward to rest his head on his brother’s shoulder.

“So…can we go?” Sam asked again, giving his best puppy dog eyes.

Dean laughed, “Alright we can go.”

Before Dean could continue what he was saying Sam immediately jumped from the bed and was practically jumping around the room.

“Yes!!! Fair!!! Thank you thank you thank you Dean!! We’re gonna have so much fun!”

Dean smiled seeing Sammy’s excitement. He was going to add that they would go after the case was finished but he didn’t have the heart. Plus this case seemed to wrapping up soon anyway, why ruin the fun?

County fairs weren’t really something Dean and Sam got to experience when they were kids. Sure, there were plenty of times they arrived at a town with the fair happening. But John was so focused on whatever hunt he was on that by the time he had dealt with it, the fair had packed up leaving two disappointing Winchesters.

It’s no wonder Sam regresses with their interesting childhood… But Dean never minded Sam’s regression. Infact he encouraged Sam to regress when he was particularly stressed. Sam’s regression did as much healing for Dean as it did for Sam.

So, after a couple of days of dealing with this nighttime ghost, they arrived at the county fair. It was everything Sam had always dreamed it could be! They had tons of snacks! Crazy rides! And amazing prizes to be won! He didn’t know where to go first?!

Dean could see the wonder in Sam’s eyes. He placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Where first Sammy? You lead the way.”

Where first indeed.

Dean followed Sam’s lead, walking behind the tall little with his backpack on. Inside was everything he would need as a Caregiver. Sam’s stuffed moose, extra change of clothes, diapers and supplies and his pacifier. He prided himself on being prepared for anything both as a hunter and as a Caregiver.

Sam insisted they start off with rides! The first one spun around so fast that they couldn’t even stand up. Sam was giggling the whole time but looking over at Dean showed he was not having a great time.

After that the two made their way to the “haunted house.” It was honestly laughable going through the haunted house with what the both of them face on the daily. But it didn’t stop Sam was grabbing Dean’s hand as they made their way through the house.

Despite towering over his big brother, he always felt safer when Dean was holding his hand and leading the way.

They hopped ride after ride after ride, and in between eating some junky snacks and candy the fair had to offer. Finally after a little while Dean made the executive decision to grab something sustainable to eat and sit down for a moment.

They found a nice table to themselves and set their belongings down. Sam needed a bit of a break after the constant running around they did his morning. So a nice shaded table was perfect. Plus he wasn’t used to eating so much junk, so getting something a little bit healthier would be better for the two of them.

“Alright Sammy, I’ll grab us something to eat. You stay here and relax a bit. Okay? Don’t leave this table.”

Sam just nodded, focused on a clown that had walked past a couple of minutes ago. His stomach twinged a bit in pain. “D-Dean…”

Dean stopped a step away from the table. He turned around, “Yeah?”

“I think I’ll come with you instead.” He grabbed Dean’s backpack and jumped up to join him. The sudden movement caused his stomach to hurt again.

Dean looked in the direction Sam was just looking in. Something definitely spooked him since he went from his usual regressed happiness to anxious. Maybe it was that clown that’s been walking around? He took in the sight of his brother, one hand holding his stomach, the other gripping his backpack.

“Sammy, are you feeling okay?” Dean wasn’t sure if it was scared and holding himself or in pain.

“Yeah…yeah I’m fine.” Sam handed Dean his backpack back and followed his lead through the rows of food stands.

But his stomach hadn’t forgotten about him just yet. Another stabbing pain had him stopping in his tracks, holding his stomach and wincing. Maybe he could ask Dean for some medicine or to take him to the bathroom.

But when he looked up Dean was gone. Sam’s face went white as the ghost they just killed.

“Dean?” He looked around, “DEAN?!” He yelled. He was right next to him one second ago?! And now his tummy hurt and all he wanted was his brother, his caregiver, to make it all better.

Worst of all they were in public. He couldn’t have an accident with all these people around them?! There were crowds of people, or what felt like crowds, walking around him. He felt as though everyone’s eyes were on him, as if they all knew.

It was all so overwhelming. Tears started to sting the corner of his eyes as he wrapped both arms around his sore stomach.

“Sammy!”

Immediately Sam lifted his head and looked in the direction of Dean’s voice. There, only a couple feet away was Dean. Immediately Sam walked over and wrapped Dean into a hug, starting to crying into his shoulder.

Dean had only walked a few feet when he realized Sam was no longer behind him. He looked around for the tall Little but was blocked by a group of people. Once he made it away from them he could see Sam. He looked on the verge of a breakdown with his arms holding his stomach tightly and his head swiveling around to find Dean.

“It’s alright Sammy I’m here, I’m here buddy,” he rubbed Sam’s back soothingly.

When Sam all but launched himself into Dean’s arms, the Caregiver had a pretty good idea of what happened while the two were away. He sighed. He should’ve kept a closer eye on him, especially when he knew something was wrong. Especially when they haven’t been eating the healthiest today.

But now was not the time to regret anything. Right now he had to get him somewhere discreet enough to get changed. But he knew Sam would rather curl up into a ball than to start walking towards the bathrooms.

He needed to get Sam changed and he didn’t want him to be more embarrassed than he already was….a challenge indeed. But this is Dean we’re talking about, he always knows how to take good care of his little brother. That’s when an idea popped into his head.

Once Sam seemed to settle from crying Dean pulled away and wiped his tears away, “Its okay Sammy, it’s okay. I’m so sorry I lost you there for a second. Truth is…I was checking to see if we were being spied on.”

That started to peak Sam interest away from the accident or almost losing Dean. “Spied on?”

“That’s right Sammy. The intel I got this morning said that we might be spied on while at the fair here. Apparently they only send their top agents on a mission such as this one, which is why we were assigned to this job. Now Agent S, before we make our way to our mission’s checkpoint do we have the equipment we need?”

Sam started to get into the little game Dean was playing. A small smile started to appear on his face seeing Dean become over dramatic with their “secret mission”. He started to worry less about the accident and more about their game. “What equipment do we need?”

“Well we first need my backpack but I can’t find it anywhere! Have you seen it? Where could it have gone to?!” Dean said turning around to look for it when it was strapped to his back the entire time. Sam started giggling.

Dean turned around overly dramatic again, “Is something funny Agent S?”

“You’re wearing the backpack Agent D!”

“I’m- OH! Of course I am! There it is! Great job Agent S!” Dean praised, ruffling Sam’s hair a bit. “Now with our first item secured we only need one more thing before we make our way to the checkpoint, and that’s Agent M.”

Sam looked confused, “Agent M? Who’s Agent M?”

Dean opened the backpack and picked up Sam’s moose stuffed animal. “Agent M of course!”

Sam’s face started to blush a little. He didn’t normally walk around with Moosy in public. But he desperately wanted him right now.

Thankfully Dean had a quickly solution for that problem too, “But Agent M is really really undercover, so if anyone asks you where you got him, say you won him in a carnival game. That way we don’t blow his cover.” Dean winked.

It was the perfect excuse. There were plenty of people walking around with stuffed animals in hand from carnival games. He would fit in just fine with his moose. So with that Sam took his moose stuffie. He had to admit, having him close really started to help.

“Alright Agent S, Agent M, let’s go to the mission checkpoint,” Dean took Sam hand in his as they walked through the crowds to find a restroom.

Sam, despite being taller than Dean, stayed hidden behind him with every step they took. Anytime anyone walked even a little too close to the two of them Sam ducked his head near Dean.

Thankfully there was a restroom nearby. Dean smiled and squeezed Sam’s hand in his. “There we go Agent S! There’s our mission checkpoint. We made it! Are you and Agent M doing okay?”

But Dean could see despite their fun little game waking to the restroom, the toll of the accident was weighing heavily on Sam with every step he took.

He stopped and looked up at Dean fighting tears that threatened to spill, “It’s okay Dean. I can go in and get changed myself. I don’t want you to have to deal with this…with….a number 2.”

Sam went to grab the backpack from Dean’s shoulder but he immediately stopped him. “Wow wow wow, that is not happening. Do you think I wanted to be your Caregiver so I could do half the job and call it a day?”

Sam looked away. Tears started to roll down his eyes as he whispered, “You shouldn’t have to deal with this Dean. It’s gross, I’m gross.” At the admission, Sam started to cry a bit.

But Dean quietly swooped in. He pulled him in and held him in a tight hug for a moment. After he wiped the tears away, “Don’t you dare say that about yourself. You are not gross at all! It’s normal for little ones to have accident and you’re no different. I don’t have to deal with this, I want to Sammy. I’ve always been here for you and I’m not stopping now.”

He held his hand out for Sam to take again. “We have a mission to complete Agent. Not a solo mission, but a co-op mission. I can’t do it without you Agent S.”

Sam looked at Dean sincerely. He truly meant every word. Despite everything he never saw him differently, he still saw him as his little brother. So with a little hesitancy Sam took Dean’s hand in his own.

“After this I say we give you a little bit of medicine, rest a little whole and then take on a few carnival games. What do you think?”

Sam just nodded, still repeating what Dean had said to him in his head. After a moment he spoke again.

“I’m not gross?” Sam asked softly.

“Nope, never.” Dean replied, as they started walking into the bathroom. “The only way you would be gross is if you started saying Smart cars were cooler than Baby.”

Sam smiled. “What?! Why would I think Smart cars were cooler than the Impala?”

“I don’t know. But if you started saying that it was cooler than the Impala, well I’d have to disown you and call you gross.” Dean playfully shrugged.

Sam laughed. “I don’t think I can fit in a Smart car.”

Dean laughed as well. “I don’t think you can either.”

The two laughed as the entered the bathroom. After a quick changed followed by a bit of comfort, the accident was long and forgotten. The day went on uninterrupted after that with Dean winning Sam prizes at the fair and the two ending the night watching the fireworks display.

The fair had been everything they always dreamed it would be.

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that’s so evie ep 6

posted: 24 march 2023

word count: 2.2k

warnings: mention of alcohol

an: everybody applaud me for getting this out on time. off to work on the next episode 🏃‍♀️💨. the challenge can be found here. words in [] are captions. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💘

eve’s masterlist // that’s so evie

“Hello and welcome to another episode of That’s So Evie!” Eve cheered. “I have a confession to make.”

[Sudden confession]

“I… think this has to be the last episode of That’s So Evie,” she said. “I’ve run out of ideas. Even coming up with this video gave me a headache. Which is hilarious, considering how simple it is.” She clapped her hands. “Anyway, let’s welcome today’s guest. I’m actually a bit nervous to interview him because he’s a stranger. So far, I’ve known all the guests, but this person is a total stranger. Please come out!”

[Puppy-kitty with extraordinary vocals and visuals. Making a solo debut. Jimin!]

Jimin walked out to the cheers of the staff. He and Eve bowed to each other as he neared her, Eve gesturing to his chair so he would sit down.

“Hello,” Jimin greeted once they were both seated.

Eve bowed. “Hello. Thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for inviting me.”

“Please introduce yourself,” she requested.

Jimin waved at the camera. “Hello, everyone. I’m BTS’s Jimin.”

“Today,” she started, “we’ll be doing a very… traditional interview? It’s going to be a sit down interview. But!”

[But!]

“You have to earn the questions through a game of rock, paper, scissors. The questions will come from this chart,” she gestured to a cardboard poster sitting on a tripod on her right. The poster had twelve blocks, covered by pieces of paper. “When you win the game, you can choose which block you want to uncover, eight of them will have actual questions and four of them will be blank. If you lose, though, you will receive a penalty,” she explained.

“Isn’t getting a blank question enough of a penalty?” He complained.

She shook her head. “No. You get to come up with the questions.”

“Ah, it’s my choice?”

“If there’s ever been anything that you wish you were asked about or anything you want to talk about, you can tell me and I’ll write it down.”

Jimin nodded in understanding. “Okay, okay.”

“Are you ready to play?” Eve asked, holding her fist out.

Jimin nodded and held his fist out as well. He began to say the spell for the game, “Rock, paper–”

“Wait!” Eve interrupted, standing from her chair. “I’m scared.”

“Why?” He asked, eyes wide. He pointed at his hand. “Just choose something to throw out.”

“I don’t want to lose,” she whined, shaking her legs. “I’m always like this when I play this game.”

He huffed out a breath. “Why choose to play this game then?”

“Because it’s quick,” she answered. “All the other games I thought of would take long.”

“Should I lose this round for you?” He offered.

She started smiling and twirling her hair. “Would you do that?”

[She turns sweet at the prospect of winning]

He nodded and she sat down. They played the first round: Jimin playing rock and Eve playing scissors. They stared at their hands for a few seconds.

Jimin twitched his neck. “We should’ve discussed what we were going to do.”

Eve shrugged. “Now that I lost, I don’t care.” She turned to the poster. “Which block would you like to uncover?”

“The second row, second from the right.” He pointed at the block.

“‘You are known to be a king of performance,” Eve read once she removed the paper covering the question, “‘what would you say the most important part of performing is: vocals/rap, choreography or stage presence?’”

“Most important part,” he repeated, thinking. “Uh, I think stage presence. Even if you’re a good singer or good dancer, it can still be boring to watch. So, I think having good stage presence is most important.”

She nodded, humming. “Smart, smart. Shall we play another round?” They did: she played rock and he played paper, causing her to sigh. “If you keep winning, this video will be over really quickly.”

“I’m not doing it on purpose!” He defended himself, shaking his hands and laughing. “It’s just happening.”

She squinted her eyes at him. “Suuuure. Which block?” She asked, singing.

“Bottom, far left.”

She removed the paper and read the question, “‘What, if anything, was the hardest part about preparing for your debut?’”

Jimin inhaled sharply. “Preparing for my debut… made me realise how much I rely on my members.” He laughed. “It made me more aware of my weaknesses because there’s no one to cover them up for me, I had to work to improve them. That was very hard.”

“I also struggled with that!” Eve exclaimed, pointing at him. “What I struggled with most was maintaining my energy throughout the dance because when it was my members’ part, I could decrease my energy level a little bit, but I had to relearn how to properly distribute my energy.”

“Going solo after being in a group for so long is hard,” he commented.

She nodded, pouting. “You have to become even more aware of your strengths and weaknesses and work hard to improve on everything.”

[They understand each others struggle]

“Wait,” Jimin said, “does that make you my sunbae? Because you debuted before me.”

Eve stared at him blankly. “Please don’t confuse me. You– you debuted in BTS in 2013, when I became a trainee. I’m your hoobae.”

“But you had your solo debut first.”

She blinked once. Twice. Thrice. Four times. “Moving on.”

They played again: Eve playing rock, Jimin playing scissors.

“Yes!” She jumped up in victory. “I’m so happy!”

He hung his head as he left. “You’re really cute.”

She stopped smiling. “No. False. Lies. Untruthful. Illegal.”

[She denies her VERY obvious cuteness]

“Time for your penalty,” she said as a staff member brought a wheel spinner with various penalties.

[Drink a glass of ssanghwatang. Gargle-sing the chorus of your song. Draw a moustache onto your face. Wear a silly hat. Eat a chilli pepper. Do your dance in 2x speed]

“These penalties seem a bit…” he trailed off, twitching his neck.

“They’re pretty tame, though,” Eve commented. “I wanted the ssanghwatang one to be take a shot of Balkan 176 Vodka.”

[88% alcohol by volume]

“Thank you to whoever stopped her,” Jimin said, looking at the camera. He stood up to stand next to the wheel, spinning it and watching. It landed on Do your dance in 2x speed.

“You got a simple one,” she noted.

Jimin returned to the seating area, going to the centre and waiting for the music to be played. He did the dance flawlessly despite the speed, to the amazement of Eve and the staff, who cheered for him.

“He’s a real performance king,” Eve commented when he was done, causing him to blush.

He sat down, shaking his head. “The choreography is simple, but I panicked when I had to dance.”

She laughed and they played another round of rock, paper, scissors: Jimin winning. The block he selected ended up being blank.

“Is there anything you would like to talk about?” She asked, leaning on the arm of her chair.

“To be honest,” he began tentatively, “I would like to talk about my dance training.”

“Ooh. You did ballet and popping, right?”

“Yes. I did popping and locking at Just Dance Academy then I did contemporary at Busan Arts High School before I transferred to Korean Arts High School.”

“What do you like most about dancing?”

“This is a very cliche answer–” Jimin laughed– “but I like how I can express myself. The moves use different parts of my body and different amounts of energy, so I can really use my emotions to power myself. If I’m feeling lethargic, it can show through my dance; if I’m feeling excited, it can be translated.”

“Even if you’re not quite sure what you’re feeling, you can just go to the studio and dance.”

“Exactly!” He clapped his hands. “The whole world could be ending, but as long as I can dance…”

“I can’t relate to that,” Eve deadpanned, causing Jimin to laugh. “If the world was ending I’d be with my family.”

“Obviously, I’d be with my family. I’d dance to distract them.”

“As buildings are collapsing around you, you just do a plié, relevé, sissone…” She joked, causing him to slide off his chair in laughter again.

“Yes,” he said as he sat on the chair again.

“I can’t imagine being in the end of the world with you. I could be crying and now there’s someone doing Allegro three.” She looked at the camera. “This is really crazy!” She looked back at Jimin. “What was your favourite part of your training? Theory or practical?”

“I liked practicals,” Jimin admitted. “I liked learning about the why and how of dance, but it was very boring for me. I’d much rather just do the dance than study about the history of it, but I think that learning about the history also helped me with the dance. Whether it was learning about the music or the dance, it added an extra… I don’t know, but it helped me connect more with the dance and helped with my emotion.”

“If you knew the backstory of how it came to be?” Eve asked for clarification.

He nodded. “Yes. There’s something about knowing more about your art that helps you feel more connected to it. It could be because you relate with it, you feel empathy, you feel anger, but it adds a whole nother layer of humanness to it.”

[He’s very passionate about dance]

“There’s a famous video of you in school performing at a showcase,” she mentioned. “I used to watch that video a lot. I liked watching male dancers so that I could see if there was anything I could incorporate into my dancing.”

“Really?” He gasped.

“It’s a really nice video. Also you had a solo in Black Swan. I’m not even kidding when I say I watched it everyday. My members wouldn’t even bat an eyelash when they saw me huddled under blankets watching the performance again.”

He blushed. “Thank you.”

“The feeling of floating you created. The shifting of your body’s centre of gravity. The athleticism… seriously left me in awe. I was so impressed,” she sincerely complimented.

“My chest feels so nice and warm now,” he commented. She laughed, clapping her hands. “I read that you also did ballet,” Jimin suddenly said to Eve’s amazement.

“You know so much about me. Are you a stalker?” There was silence as Jimin didn’t know how to respond. “I’m sorry,” Eve apologised. “You’re the first stranger I’ve interviewed so I forgot that you wouldn’t know my humour. I’m sorry.”

He started laughing, sliding out his chair. “No, no! It’s okay.”

“But yeah, I did do ballet.”

“Where did you dance?” He asked.

She sighed. “Many places. I was with the Universal Ballet and Sunhwa Arts School to receive lots of training. I can’t remember the name of the studio in Canada, but I also was in hip hop classes and acro, contemporary and modern.”

“You went to two ballet schools?”

“Yes. Universal Ballet was done after school and Sunhwa Arts School was my everyday school. Like Hanlim.”

“Ah, like Hanlim.” Jimin hummed. “How did you have the time for all that, though? You were doing so many different styles of dance and being a trainee.”

“My principal talked to the company and told them I might be late because of training and they’d have to accept it. I’d also practise my coursework after training if I was still at the company building, or I’d do deep conditioning stretches for my acro dance or I’d do hip-hop for monthly evaluations as a way to go over technique. And I’d do the same at school. If I had a free period then I’d go over whatever I had to for idol training.”

“Were you planning on becoming a professional ballerina?”

“Who’s being interviewed?” She joked at the question he was asking. “But I was, yes. My parents knew I wanted to be a ballerina and I wanted to be an idol, so they let me do both just in case I failed at either of them.”

“That’s so cool,” he gushed. “The amount of discipline you would need in order to fit everything into your daily life and then also practise at home? That’s very impressive.”

“Whenever I’m really busy, I compare it to my trainee days just to get a grasp of how busy I was. But obviously with school holidays I wouldn’t go to Sunhwa so I would have more time for other stuff.”

“Wow.”

The two continued playing the game, answering questions when he won and doing penalties when he lost, until they were done.

“We’ve answered all the questions, so please talk about your album now,” Eve requested.

“The album looks back on all the emotions I felt during the pandemic in chronological order. I wanted it to mean ‘facing back on myself’ so I titled it FACE.”

“Ah, like looking at yourself in a mirror?” She asked.

Jimin nodded. “Yes.”

“That’s very cool. And the cover art looks like a ripple effect. Are you looking into water or is your mirror just really unique?”

He laughed. “Water. I’m looking into water.”

Eve clapped her hands. “That brings us to the end of this video. I hope you enjoyed today.”

“I did. I really did, it’s very fun here.”

“Thank you. Please remember to listen to Jimin’s debut album, FACE and show it a lot of support. See you soon, bye!”

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[escarlatafox]

Okay so here’s some more substantial kfp4 thoughts/opinions (Kung fu panda 4 spoilers!)

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Overall, as a movie experience, I mean, I didn’t have high hopes going in. I carefully kept my expectations low, so it wasn’t like, a complete and total disaster imo but it certainly had its issues. I was someone who sincerely enjoyed the third movie and didn’t actually really mind the third movie’s pacing, and while the third movie showed certain cracks of lowering quality, they could be looked past well enough. Like, for me, the final fight/villain showdown etc with Kai in the third movie, him getting beaten by Po, etc, was all narratively really satisfying to me and I was chill with the pacing for it. This most recent movie was like, kind of decent in parts… but fell apart towards the end with the villain confrontation scene and takedown. I was fine with movie 3’s pacing but this one’s was off. While 3 was narratively satisfying to me, 4 wasn’t. There was insufficient build-up, and so much of it felt unearned. The final confrontation was too quick for me, it was just… not great. Didn’t really pack the same punch that 3 did for me.

As for them bringing past villains back… man.

What was Kai even doing there. Like, my understanding of 3’s ending is that Po obliterated him within the spirit realm, thus utterly erasing him from existence entirely. You could make an argument for him just being like, kaplowey’d into spiritual Bits which could eventually make their way back together again hence him coming back into existence, but uh yeah… His presence in 4 actually cheapens the final confrontation in 3 for me. Because Kai getting “destroyed” in 3 had this sense of finality to it. Death in general just feels cheapened – I know that the Spirit Realm =/= Heaven, and it’s only kung fu masters who go there, but like, if you keep bringing these characters back + even Kai’s death wasn’t permanent, it just feels kinda ???

I can imagine that Tai Lung fans would be annoyed with this movie, what with how he was teased (being on the poster and everything!) I was actually cautiously optimistic for a little while before seeing the movie about how Tai Lung’s role would be handled, but no. It felt off, and like, if they were gonna bring back the character, I really do think he should have played a greater role. He just feels like set dressing/weak fanservice and imo didn’t add much. His presence is/should be a big deal and it felt kiiind of cheap to me, idk. I just wish it was handled better. On learning that he + the others got their kung fu abilities taken away thus rendering them useless, that was a fun idea to me – it would render them quite ‘harmless’ and put them all out of sorts. I would have loved to see more of Tai Lung and/or the others struggling with the simple fact that their abilities have been wiped and they’re kinda ‘helpless’ (I mean, in the case of characters like Tai Lung, their still strong and imposing, but have none of the actual kung fu moves). I was misled into thinking Tai Lung would be ‘tagging along’ with Po or something like that within this movie, and while I was on the fence/worried about how it would be executed, none of that even materialised anyway. Why was he on the poster he was barely in the film and given so little to do…

Like. Seeing e.g. Shen there was just jarring as well cause he’s just There. He doesn’t do anything. And apparently he was a late addition to the film like they slapped him in there last minute and I’m just like. hm

THE VILLAINS BOWING was very egregious to me. I call bull. Unearned. Out of left field. They WOULDN’T! And even if they would. It was absolutely not sufficiently set up for THAT kind of payoff. You need to put in WAY more work to even try pull something like THAT off. Yeah, they were annoyed by their treatment from the Chameleon. They would be ‘grateful’ to be saved by Po or w/e but even THEN. I cannot see it. I was in utter disbelief when that happened I was just like… there’s no way. I saw Masha talking about how Shen would ‘never’ bow like that and I agree 100% I’m just like… Hello?

Again… For me personally the Tai Lung stuff just felt kinda awkward and unearned. Like, if they wanna do that, they gotta give him more screentime. They gotta give him more stuff to DO. Let him get free somehow and briefly fumble/awkwardly try to help out Po in the absence of his kung fu abilities idk (the enemy of his enemy is his friend, etc etc, he’s fed up with the Chameleon so he wants her taken down, and so on). Of course, part of this stuff comes down to the movie’s short runtime + poor pacing. And if it’s true that this was done very intentionally because ‘kids can’t watch long movies’ then man that is just so depressing to me. This movie badly needed a longer runtime and it could have done so much with it.

Okay random positive thing to end this off... I love the whole deal/concept with a building like, on the edge of a cliff and w/e and the lampshading of how much of a bad idea it is amused me (but tbh I do think there are in-universe reasons, like, the 'danger' aspect of it is part of the appeal/point of its establishment in-universe as well). I'm a sucker for fight scenes that make use of the idiosyncracies of the surrounding environment so that's always gonna be a plus for me.

The villain lady was cool she had a nice imposing atmosphere. I like her voice

It was like, not a disaster. It was fun. it amused me. But it wasn't satisfying in a way that 3 was for me. Movies 1 & 2 were perfect, no notes. 3 was still GOOD. 4 was like... :/ like it was alright. Just didn't hit the spot.

#kung fu panda 4 spoilers #kfp4 spoilers #kung fu panda 4 #kfp4 #All of this applies to like. pov of Movie Overall as like a Viewer Experience. I have separate character-focused thoughts #probs gonna reblog this post and add on more thoughts lol

[eldritch-spouse]

I have no ideas for it yet but

Pervy Saudramar

Drooling at humans, desprately trying to control his lust

Denying those feelings but still having lewd thoughts of lessers

That's it :D

-angst anon

There were many moments like that, I assure you.

Part of Saudramar's role as a protector was to oversee small tribes of humans, clusters of lessers that had not been chosen as servants of the Siadar yet. Lessers, simple-minded as they tend to be, are prone to getting in spats with each other and cause unnecessary damage. As the former poster boy of protectors, Saudramar was often sent off to impose order and peace between separate colonies, and it was always a joy for him. Perhaps the reason he was so good at his job, so eager even, was because it involved being in close proximity to the beings he secretly lusted for.

You see, usually, protectors are simply too busy to have lesser servants at their side. That's a privilege most often granted to creators and other, less active casts. Part of Siadar law states overly attached protectors inevitably fail at their jobs, and as such, none could own lessers- Only ever authorized to possess them for brief events. This denial only makes Saudramar more restless to have contact with humans, trying to milk every moment he can seize to its fullest. Protector Saudramar used to to have endless daydreams of taking part in the intricate ceremonies where lessers would swear themselves to their highers- Giving away their voices, bodies, loyalty and life. He always thought those were the pinnacle of balance, a flawless demonstration of love he yearned to have for himself.

This hidden craving makes Saudramar a very benevolent and gracious Siadar to every human he meets (unless he is sent specifically to intimidate or chastise), wanting their attention and love harder than most creators out there. He would put on displays, for fuck's sake, almost lowering himself to their level, just so he could hear their praise, their worship, their declarations of love. It all made him short of breath, ecstatic, throbbing. But of course, he can't mingle that way with lessers that aren't his.

That didn't stop a couple of curious occasions from happening, wherein Saudramar exploits the laws of his people to get what he wants. While no Siadar may engage sexually with lessers who they have not claimed officially, they can definitely still ask for rewards and/or payment for helping humans. So Saudramar, already displaying some seeds of rottenness, would often isolate one lesser he was particularly fond of, showing them beautiful shores they'd never have access to without help from a higher being.

It'd usually only be a matter of time before they got enthusiastic enough to take dives, and all the powerful being had to do then was stir the waters, literally, to make said lesser start drowning. Of course they'd sing Protector Saudramar's praises once he ever so graciously saved them from an untimely death. Oh, anything to repay him? Is that so? Wonderful.

Always one to play it safe, Saudramar would usually request the humans strip for him, requesting they touch themselves in front of their radiant, pale, teal-eyed savior. He never dared debase himself in the moment, even if his regal loincloth tented and he huffed to inhale the scent of need off his human. For all those lessers knew, that was just like any other form or worship, not the Siadar being perverted.

And that is how younger Krulu sated himself. Keeping the memories fresh in his head for the times when he was alone and could howl his fantasies out to no one. Always just one step closer to losing it, so close, so close to just grabbing one, taking off with them, stuffing their sweet little soft body with god cum until their mind broke-

Who would notice anyway? Who would care?

#Krulu oc

[mintyvoid]

a somewhat review / ramble about garfield 2008 game

so if you're not in the same sections of yt as myself you may not be familiar with the guy- planet clue (or evan), who I quite like, am inspired by at times, and slightly jealous(as im jealous of anyone who is able to do things they enjoy and finish projects). Recently he uploaded a video about the 2008 Garfield game ALONGSIDE a mod he made to better the experience of playing the old thing.

please watch, he always does a really good job at going juuust enough in depth to sate most curiosity- while also leaving stuff out and making you want to engage in whatever he's talking about. He's always super passionate about whatever it is, and it's really inspiring.

ANYWAYS. So of course I had to try the game out.

For a quick look see into my brain, I play just about any game that catches my interest- which isn't really bound by genre or mechanic. There are some exceptions, like fps or horror or sports. Despite this I still engage with these in other ways likes reviews or gameplay videos. In general I think as a (i dunno if i can really call myself a game designer despite going to school for it, i havent really done much after graduating thanks to depression and having that fun autistic life decline after losing structure)- it's good to have knowledge or experience of as many unique things as possible.

ANYWAYSANYWAYS. I also really liked the idea of the game.

For a short synops if you didn't watch the video or forget; you play as garfield, and odie just fucking wrecked the house. You need to fix this using a vacuum to grab items and put them back where they belong, as well as right skewed frames/posters on the walls. It's a really clever and grounded premise for the garfield world. Games that take place is a kinda mundane or simple world tend to either go really hard into a fantastical premise/mechanics or just do a puzzle game lol. So it's really refreshing to see a really solid idea that to the right people IS really engaging.

I am one of those people.

I LOVE organizing, putting puzzles together, doing the fun sorting for no reason.

Now I won't sugar coat it, the game is fucking rough around the edges. It is veryyyy much a product of its time and a licensed game. The controls are a clunky and take a bit to get used to, the use of the vacuum as well doesn't always 'just work'.

The main character controller is overall a bit sluggish, I was surprised that it doesn't just snap and change your direction when you go. Lining yourself up properly can take a few taps or needing to do like a full rotation. Most of the time this is fine, there are a few instances where there's an item to place/grab that's on a shelf where it becomes a fun game of trying to rotate the character lol.

There was also the fun realization that the vacuum uses two buttons, one for sucking and one for spitting. There are no tutorials in the game, which I imagine was fine at the time since the instruction manual most likely provided all this information. And really I probably should've looked it up, but it also would've been nice to have a pdf or something already in the files or even just the controls in a txt.

Speaking of controls, there is also a kick button. I didn't use this for the entirety of my playthrough lol. I think you can use it to kick Odie aside, he will charge you and knock into you in a quick stunned state, but it seemed really hard to pull off. For the most part I could just avoid him or just let him do his thing lol.

Along side this obstacle, are some light platforming puzzles- that use the items you relocate. Honestly I'm just super impressed by how everything ties together, sure the game is kinda shit, but it makes up for it with so charm and hella good cohesion. Literally nothing feels out of place. Even the few side missions you have to do (a vacuum themed one, a race, and a flower hunt) don't feel out of place. Thought to be honest none of them are particularly /fun/ either.

The game also has a time limit? When you start there is a timer counting down from 8 hours and you must finish everything by then. Do not be alarmed, this is extremely way too much time. By the time I finished(which i technically haven't done but I'll get there..) I had about 5 hours still left. The timer directly relates to the plot, the total destruction of the house is prefaced with John threatening Garfield with making him diet after he ate his lasagna(that was such a hard word to type holy shit) and scratched up some things. John saying that if he finds another thing ruined by the /time he comes back at 5pm/ the dieting will commence.

..5pm.... 8 hours?

Oh my god John left for his 9-5! The 8 hours directly means a full day passing. This is probably so small and most likely barely thought of, but the fact that to me it's so logical makes it just soooooooooo good. Another thing perfectly tying the whole thing together.

Okay but what about the actual game? It's not a simple free for all, you don't get access to the full house right away. There are also other artificial barriers created by the playing only being able to hold 3 items at a time. If you want to collect more you need to deposit some into a storage box which there are a few of, but they're not connected- so I just kept using the same one in the main hallway the entire time.

It's a lot of going back and forth between rooms and between them and the box.

You unlock the other rooms by completing the ones you have access too, It's a pretty obvious way to handle the progression and one that is handled well.

There were a handful of times though, that I got completely stuck. Often it was because of the camera and missing items that were tucked away in such a way that required wrestling with the camera in order to get the item in view. Though you don't actually need the item in view to suck/spit it out, as a first time player it made for quite frustrating moments. The camera often doesn't want to sit where you get it too. It feels like it was made for more open areas than it was programmed too and doesn't want to get closer to the player character. I think almost all the places where I missed something and couldn't find it till I watched a speedrun of it, were all small ish areas where getting the camera to actually see it was a struggle.

I was also really surprised that the cameras horizontal isn't inverted. I don't know if this was a change made by the mod, or if 2008 was already in the time where this change happened in the industry. I thought it happened around 2010. I'm curious to see if the ps2 version of the game had inverse. I'm someone who actually likes an inverted horizontal axis, so it took a bit to get used to and in general was a interesting brain thought to me.

A thing that I actually feel different about with evan is I actually /like/ the music. His mod replaced the music with some lesser known nintendo tunes, but I wanted to have the authentic experience- just to know.

And while initially the game sounds like a dumpster fire, I grew to enjoy it. It all sounds..fine. None of it is extremely bad, but none of it is any good either. It's all feels like royalty free stuff with like a hint of Sims music thrown in there. They're all earworms and kinda live rent free in my head now, seriously just the 'menu' music which is also the main first floor music is so stupid sounding(affectionate). I think my favourite is the upstairs theme, it's a bit more mellow, while still having aspects of frantic-ness to it. Cause ya know, need to clean before John gets home.

So I know I said I finished the game..and also said that I haven't actually. There is SOMETHING in the house that needs to be readjusted I think, I'm pretty sure I've completed all the rooms and the lasagna is done too (though it uh...the model reverted back to its empty version, it's kinda funny looking at all the items around it and it being empty again..i dunno if this is a major issue or not)...but what I assume is a final cutscene has not played. I most likely will need to rewatch a sr to finally finish the game.

Overall though, I would recommend the game if it sounds like something you'd be into. It is a fun experience, even with it's clunkyness. And the work Evan has done is really awesome.

If i wasn't in such a deep funk there's a lot of cool things that could be done with the game and it's ideas. There are already tools to export the models, so i imagine updating or just goofing around with the textures would be possible and probably fun to do. Or even going further and just remaking the mechanics to make something new with the ideas..or going crazier and remaking the whole game in like unity to better various things like the controller lol

i've always wanted to get into modding and weird game stuff, but always fall short in getting myself to -actually do the thing- *sighs* maybe when the funk ends..

but i digress, HERE is the link

#somewhat a review #game ramble #i probs couldve wrote more or wrote better but im absolutely not editing or proof reading this lol #i just wanted to get my thoughts out of my head #theyve been ruminating for like a week or so #i was tempted to learn the sr for this but the controls are a bit too clunky for me #and the amount to memorize makes my head hurt lol #Youtube

[probablyaseamonster]

Secret Life hot take kinda?

I really didn't like the merch. Felt cheap as hell. Also, I felt like there were so many ways it could've been more creative, you know?

I was hesitant to put this out there because 1) it's a complete asshole move to say "your thing sucks, here's some of MY ideas" and 2) I heard that Grian tries really hard to come up with new ideas for each season's theme ON HIS OWN and he doesn't want to be inspired or influenced by any suggestions he recieves.

But well. I have decided to share my ideas anyway, because i want to. Hope you guys like them?

- Pizza on everything. I want him on tee-shirts, phone cases, keychains, stickers - he's one of the most iconic pets in the Life Series and he deserves his own merch! Also it'd be fun to draw actual pizza next to him if whatever way

Similarly: edgy red wolf-moon shirt with the line "til death do us part" with the letters L and Y drawn over the first word in a different font so it looks like Scott handwrote on top of a line from a book

Graphic design of Scarlet Pearl looking scary, either with the moon behind her or the moon-shaped scythes the fandom likes to draw her with poised and ready, and the line "something wicked this way comes" in distinct typography

Dogwarts banner as a poster. This one would be really simple I think and it's subtle enough to have people outside the fandom not even be able to GUESS what it's a reference to

Similarly, the Cherry Blossom shield pattern as a banner. I know they weren't as interesting as Dogwarts but they're like one of the only alliances who had something akin to a flag and their colours were aesthetic anyway, similar reason as Dogwarts

Fake band poster of Gem and the Scotts

Beanie designed to look like a mound of dirt, representing the Mounders

Cute design of an upside down house with the words "YES I KNOW IT'S UPSIDE DOWN" underneath. To anyone not in the fandom it reads as one of those "don't ask me blank" shirts

Cute design of an angry yorkshire terrier with a bone in its mouth with the words "the hound of hell" underneath in bloody gorey print to contrast

Stickers that come in quartets for BEST and TIES - bonus points if the B is green, the E is white-blue, the S is red, the T is orange, and the I is yellow, bonus BONUS points if the B has a mossy pattern, E has a snowflake pattern, T has a flame pattern, S has a halo, and I has demon horns

Cute ghast with puppy-dog eyes saying "We can still be friends!" Again, has a different vibe without context but isn't totally incomprehensible

Cute cartoon clock-people standing tough with the phrase "don't mess with the family" underneath in some font that makes you think of mafias or crime lords

Bread wearing sunglasses - "Bad Boys love bread, Bad Boys get bread"

Shirt with canary wings on the back

Cactus circle - "what happens in the cactus circle stays in the cactus circle" THIS one is incomprehensible to non-fans

Turtleneck with a bleeding pattern on the neck (meant to invoke images of beheading), very edgy but also works for a variety of situations

Pufferfish and poppies together somehow

Simplified flower valley with the words "hobbits invented gay people". Might get sued by whoever has the rights to Lord of the Rings.

Red shirt with snowflake pattern - "Red winter is coming!" Also might get sued by someone

Chonky Jellie with the phrase "frick you, my soulmate is my cat"

Okay! That's 20 of them! I actually have a lot more ideas but I'm stopping here because I have no clue if anyone's actually gonna read down this far! I hope you guys like these ideas (I say to my like 10 mutuals, love you guys)!

#life series #merch ideas #so many references #i'm really proud of some of these

[barbierpt]

Do you also have advice for reaching out to muns for dash content? I've offered open starters and starters specific for their muses, but I've noticed my starters never get replied too, and if they do get replied to, then our threads lead nowhere. What's something fresh that you'd recommend?

my personal advice is to always have something in mind for the character you need things most for when you're reaching out to other muns. one of my pet peeves is someone coming to me in my dms asking to plot and then when i say "what did you have in mind?" they give me a "idk anything 🤷‍♀️." i find this to be frustrating because they are coming to me so therefore i'm unprepared to come up with a plot on the spot for an interaction here.

that said, it can be anything bare minimum you offer like "my character really could use more friends, let's see how your character and mine get along in a conversation and go from there." it may not be an exciting adventure plot but this is great if two characters haven't interacted before and it sets the expectation that this is a casual thread where neither of you are planning beyond conversing and characters getting to know each other. unfortunately, some threads just are simple and some don't lead anywhere beyond two characters getting to know each other. it's okay and it happens!! at that point if you feel like you're struggling to keep the thread going after a while of back and forth, that's when i find a way to wrap it up with the characters parting ways and reaching out to the mun for perhaps a follow-up interaction. sometimes getting to the interesting threads take some time because you need to develop those connections in order to find characters that make sense being involved in plot lines.

as for open starters, posting them have never been my forte 😅 so my advice here might not be the best but i'm giving it a shot anyway. i rarely have ideas that i think might work for a decent open starter that can provide a variety of different responses so i rarely post them. however, i'm usually always on top of replying to as many open starters as i can make work for my characters answering. this is another great way to get some dash content going for yourself because if you're not a great open starter writer, you can always use the starter poster's idea to inspire yourself for coming up with a creative response to it and potentially taking the thread in a unique direction. or if you need some help with inspiration for a creative open starter idea, i've often googled some prompt ideas for open starters that give players enough to work with and respond to.

i hope this helps you, anon!!

#rpt

[getmemymicroscope]

So I'm watching this movie entirely because the poster looks interesting (and Milind Soman!). And yet, in the first 15 minutes, not only has there been no Milind Soman (turns out he's not the main character), but also:

A man (our hero, apparently) wakes up to his alarm clock (after the Bollywood favorite dream of winning some award given to you by a famous actress, soon after an item song) and immediately exclaims "I"m late". Like, if waking up to your alarm clock is late, you are using this clock incorrectly.

Hrishitaa Bhatt! (She's the actress in the dream, though, so I we may not see her again)

Our hero is upset, with good reason, but also exclaims "I worked hard for 3 months." Like, having been an 'adult' for a bit now, I don't think 3 months of hard work is enough.

The girl who will apparently be our main actress is upset that her boyfriend (our hero) is late to watch her presentation. And this isn't some sort of TED talk - this is her, at a company she works at, trying to sell some unhackable software to interested buyers. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be able to sit in on this anyways.

It was also around this point that I realized that the Milind Soman movie I wanted to watch was actually 16th December, not this one. But I figure since I've already started it, I might as well continue until it becomes unbearable (I mean, even with all this, it isn't as painful as, say, Heropanti 2).

Though, it tries. She finally wisens up and gets exasperated by his video game playing (instead of, you know, actually getting a job) and is like "you have 2 months to make something of yourself" - it's so bad that even these random kids are like "we can't play all day, we have to sell things and make money for the family" (though, there is a bit of abuse that is sorta glossed over) - and, in response, her parents and Anupam Kher's character (some random rich guy who appears to know him and her) are like "what are you doing?" It's an interesting reverse from typical Bollywood, where parents are like "no, you can't marry this guy, he has no job!" in that they're like "don't break up with him just cuz he's got no job or income or prospects" - and it's frustrating, because she's actually being sensible! (Well, until that completely unnecessary jab about the video game convention thing right when he's trying to come through on her 2 month deadline.)

Once the "twist" takes place (finally, Milind Soman!), things... maybe get better? Maybe. The 'red/yellow' debate between mom and daughter was a good way to introduce a clue, but heavens did they need to keep the audio of that debate going for so long? It became clear immediately that the mom has no idea what color blindness is, but was also annoying. He later, off the top of his head, says that color blindness is rare (one in a million), so they can hack into some database and figure out who one of the "producers" who hired him, but a simple study online would've know it to be closer 1/10,000 (for females) - meaning that it's probably not rare enough that just looking for license applications rejected on those grounds would be a simple search. But then, when has Bollywood ever cared for truth about science/medicine.

He makes up a fake code has part of planning, and that ends up being the exact password for this insane security system guarding some insanely crazy diamonds? Yeah, okay. ... And speaking of coincidences: her friend goes on vacation to disappear for half the movie, then returns and just happens to be almost engaged to one of the culprits. Like every single clue/discovery is pure coincidence (well, 3 of the 4) - the colorblindness thing he sees/overhears, the don's henchmen having the same bracelet, this. The only one that isn't is the one where he finds the picture, reminding him of the house; even that, he had entirely given up and only gone to investigate her apartment on Jiya's suggestion.

The scene where he writes a story for them: he writes it, gives it to them, they read it and all say "I love it," and then, and only then, he's like "I changed the prompt you gave me a little bit." Like, no shit! - they literally just read what you wrote. Why are you telling them this AFTER giving it to them to read?

The director he goes to at one point gives him a DVD of the movie Evolution and asks him to make a Bollywoodized remake of this "blockbuster" movie. That movie wasn't really a blockbuster - and I'm not sure that Bollywoodizing a sci-fi movie with aliens is really a great way to go (yes, I know about Koi Mil Gaya, but I've also seen other Bollywood attempts at sci-fi).

I know it's not the exact same crime, but I don't know if, in in trying to prove your innocence, committing a whole bunch of crimes is the best way to go. Also, in this process of creating havoc on the streets of Mumbai, he, on a bike, is barely able outrun (outride?) Milind Soman on legs. Impressive running, Milind. And the bike riding is made even more ridiculous by the scene where he is hit by a car and slides under a truck like some weird Matrix-style act. Dumb. Also, how did the wannabe writer become so good at action? And at defusing bombs? This is ridiculous.

The entire Don thing, I guess done for comic relief (and indirectly leading to another clue) , is dumb. And we don't really need comic relief at that point in the movie, we just need it to end and give us true relief. Also not giving relief are the songs, which are ... skippable. Sulag Sulag, the second item song, is the best of a poor lot, simply because it's fast-paced enough to be somewhat catchy.

At least Milind's character is smart enough that after the 3rd murder, he's like "maybe (main character) isn't the culprit." We also get the "nonsense" guy from Singham, which is what I will forever know him as/for.

Foreseeable twist/ending, because the role otherwise was pretty minimal. Also, too much interest in what was going on. Glad it wasn't Milind; might've been even better if it was her. But given the lack of other real characters in the movie, it was guessable. (Also, once he starts the timer - the time passes very, very quickly. Like, quicker than a minute is, which is interesting cuz normally in movies, 1 minute takes like 2 hours to pass.) Until time is running out, then it takes him like multiple minutes to slowly type in a code. Like, come on bro, her life (and yours) is on the line!

Milind Soman somehow fights a bunch of people and then appears on top of a boat that is entirely encompassed by water on 3 sides and a dock, which the baddies are walking on, on the 4th. Impressively impossible. Also, he can apparently fly, and jump out of water like a dolphin. And, in the end, an Ajnabee-style death for our baddie.

He enters the code and... instead of defusing, it goes into a Windows-like "processing" mode. Imagine getting the code right and then being foiled by it take minutes to process. Speaking of codes, though - all the codes in this movie that require "cracking" (sure, there's only 2 of them) are absolutely ridiculous. Like, the code setters for the security needed help from those google "autosuggest passwords" that no one could remember even if they had written them down.

Nonsense. It's all nonsense.

#movies #gmmm does bollywood #movieblr #gmmm does movies

[autumn-foxfire]

Ah, that. The artist-writer disparity. It’s technically something that exists on both sides, which does kind of end up being partially due to skill issue, which is understandable, I sure don’t expect people to give me compliments over a scribble, but one person is nice enough to say something anyways. High-detail art gets everyone !!! Me too, and well-known writers can post or say anything and get the whole server giving them the eyes emoji. Which I think explains this whole problem in two parts.

Firstly, you’re in the wrong audience, the wrong time. I’ve found people who could want more of something yet not give it a passing glance, and then I’ve found people who’ll passionately read anything because they’re ~ actually ~ really into what you’re putting out there. And they can appreciate the process. It comes down to “wanting it exactly the way I want/write my work for me/if it matches, I like” being distracted by “the more interesting conversation in the server” there can sometimes be hierarchies in servers, where the more popular/consistent poster gets all the attention, everyone crowds around them and the quiet/smaller presence gets the pity replies.

That is by no means an actual indication of what your work is worth, as the whole point of this is basically screaming in the chat and going 👀 about content together. Whoever you can do that with, that’s your target audience. Not a “pity reply.” Ultimately, you’re working with a “niche” audience within a niche itself. People get bored easily. They want instant gratification, they might simply not be in the mood at the time. Or they just don’t really know what to say. Sometimes I’ve gotten late replies, sometimes I would repost something during a different time days or weeks later and then get responses. This goes into the second point: it’s hard to read.

Writing is a completely different medium to art. Art is formed in stacked layers, writing is a circuit board. There are so many incredible writers who hardly get reblogs when their actual blogs are insanely popular and demanding. That kind of eliminates the idea of a skill issue doesn’t it? Unless if you’re working with really bad grammar and lack of space between text, which I’ve seen your writing Foxy, you aren’t. With art, you can get that instant gratification over and over again, in one quick visual, and people like visuals, that’s the whole reason anyone writes or draws. Same goal, different pens, you’re working with colors or words. Writing takes more effort to consume. More effort to “visualize.” It’s dependent on the emotional impact you leave behind, whereas art can get by on beauty. There are people who will look at both, and drop it and move on. And people who return to stare longingly at art and re-read fics to cry over during long travel. They rarely say so. So with this common ground between them, or rather the audience, what’s the difference in reception? Layers, circuit board.

Art wips give you the full base frame, the full story contained right there on the canvas without the shading, colors, etc. Writing wips are just a single wire on a larger circuit board, you don’t know where the “electric signal” is going, what “image” is going to light-up when it’s finished. You have simple wires, and main focal points to run through. It’s glaringly obvious to me whenever I try to share wips that “I didn’t pour enough passion into this” short pieces of exposition doesn’t get anyone excited, neither does dialogue unless if it’s really interesting. Someone posts one or two sentences of their work or a detail about their fic and I find myself forcing a reply so I’m verbally somewhat engaged with them instead of just nodding to what someone tells me, because they can’t see that. That’s the effect writing wips have, all you can do is say “okay” as if just listening to someone talk, you hear, you acknowledge and process the information, you move on. It’s often not as dynamic as visual art. The folks who like writing are the ones who “see the art” in the structure of phrasing, characterization, plot. Who can meet the writer at any point on the circuit board; the beginning, the end, the middle, that AU of your main story. So I always try to write enough to “show” a bit of the story or character dynamic before sharing. Sometimes that still goes nowhere, what can you do? Some things are better appreciated in full, sometimes that also goes nowhere, not many comments. We end up circling right back up to that “target audience” issue.

Two different servers of the same fandom give differing levels of engagement. It goes down to the size, the age demographic, and personalities. Sometimes the server itself, if there’s many different topics and subcategories around, lots of diverse opinions. No fault of theirs, you’re just in the wrong environment. Ever noticed different atmospheres between the attitudes of different servers you’re in? Basically that. Some feel like “the popular kids club in a public space mushed together” while others are, “chill lounge with mature people who can be respectful and kind to each other.” It’s a roll of the dice to see if you’ll get any engagement and in what form. The same person over and over, or a small community chat session? I personally like small servers where you can just chill with people who aren’t ~ all about content ~ because they strike a balance between both, chilling with you, encouraging and creating new ideas together and talking about them, and celebrating each others work. Some are more inclined to emoji react and move on, while others will be using the capslock. It’s absolutely no fault of yours, just the usual social behavior of humans. Similar minded people end up drawn to each other, maybe the server you’re in isn’t for you, and you were attracted there more for the niche being “available” rather than the suitability of the environment/you matching their personality/conversational wavelength? If I’m wrong about all this, then I guess folks are just cheapstakes who can’t see the effort writing takes, but small-scale artists have the same complaint, so, alas. And big name artists often get petty comments too, so alas again. People will be people eh? The best thing I can say, is find a person on your wavelength whose excitable and passionate. Sometimes you have to engage with others before they engage with you.

My fic is such an extreme niche between characters who have never met, and are underrated in their own fandom. On ao3, I probably wouldn’t have gotten a single comment, just empty kudos, yet I found someone on tumblr adoring my work because I poked around, saw they were open-minded and energetically receptive to new ideas, and asked to strike a conversation about my work. I can’t guarantee you’ll have the same luck, or that it’ll be easy, but I can say that often times, it’s not the quality of your writing, your target audience just hasn’t been found, and sometimes it takes being a little more active and asking the leading questions yourself for someone to answer. Like a, “what did you think/anything I could change?” otherwise, it’s just a “gallery effect” a collection of pretty things hung up on the wall to admire and walk from one exhibit to another. Sorry, I kinda talked a lot huh? I wanted to comfort you, but T^T this feels like a principal lecturing a student, I am so sorry.

Thank you, I needed to hear this!!

I was disappointed because someone had asked me to continue the piece with my ideas and then just didn't respond to what I had to say at all. I'm trying to think positively and believe that they just didn't have the time to either read or react to what I put but I'm also okay now with them not enjoying how I continued it because ultimately I made the piece for myself and how I wanted the direction of what I wrote to go, not what people were expecting.

I do wish people in fandom would offer more support to writers as we make up the backbone of fandom spaces just as much as artists do but I also agree writing takes more energy for people to consume and conceptualization unlike art which is saddening but just the facts of life.

I like my writing and I like my ideas. I'm ultimately writing for myself and if I do get engagement than that's great but I need to remember that it's not always a sigh of poor quality. Obviously I can always improve and I want to! However I shouldn't let myself get disheartend when a small piece of what I wrote doesn't get the reception I was hoping for.

#personal #thanks for the ask!!

[earthstellar]

oh god I’ve been so so busy lately, I promise I have some long posts in the works to post soon because I will never run out of Transformers analyses lmaooo 

in the meantime, here’s me testing out more design apps on my phone lol but of course I had a whole idea about this so here you go y’all:  

I like to think that early in Megatron’s efforts to organise his fellow workers and encourage those around him to explore subjects and areas that were believed to be off limits or impossible for them, he likely tried to set up small events for his fellow miners and any other industrial workers on site 

and because this is early days Megatron lol, 99% of these sort of fell flat, others weren’t quite as willing to listen to him yet, he wasn’t making these grand speeches after gladiatorial victories etc. 

so I imagine him creating like a handful of basic posters for events, which at the time, almost nobody attends 

but then once he DOES get popular, and that popularity starts to build and gain real traction and people start to read his work and actually engage with what he’s trying to achieve 

suddenly these little events with the university student style after class club sort of vibe start getting more attendees and bots from other nearby worksites start showing up 

and eventually, as one of the first major Decepticon events, it’s not a protest or a street rally or anything like that 

but it’s one of Megatron’s very first ideas, a literary event designed for lower class/lower caste bots who would never otherwise have the opportunity or support or encouragement to write or attempt to express themselves in a more public way 

and so once he gets enough social capital that he can get more help sorting out his literary festival, and once Kaon essentially becomes Decepticon territory with increasingly little outside influence from Iacon / the Council as they start to lose control of the lower classes, 

finally, in that sweet brief timeframe after his rise to cultural power but before his ideals became derailed and he lost his way, 

he got his dream: 

a simple concept, the very first literary event on Cybertron purely for lower class/caste bots of all designations or industries, is arranged at a larger scale than he ever imagined possible 

the poster is the same basic one he created in five minutes on a datapad given to him by Terminus so long ago 

and instead of a handful of flyers stuck on ragged mine walls, where they inevitably got ripped down or fell anyway as the wall behind it was drilled through or shaken apart during a day’s work 

suddenly every street in Kaon is covered in posters and banners encouraging writing submissions from anyone and everyone, no cost, no fee, no requirements other than wanting to speak on the common struggle 

and every worker’s canteen is hosting small stages for local poets or performers to test out their writing or material and tables are being set up down the pavement to provide free zines 

pamphlets in multiple forms of Cybertronian alongside literacy software patches are distributed, to increase the accessibility and understanding of words and expression to as many bots as possible 

books are being printed in the millions to distribute across Kaon and beyond, the words of the workers will reach the hands of anyone and everyone, even through the sheer force of volume, the amount of people speaking up for the very first time has fostered the hope and desire to change conditions for the better and let all of Cybertron know:

that in every worker, in every living bot, in every single spark, there is a collection of experiences and feelings and memories and thoughts that are deserving of expression

and they will be listened to en masse, because you cannot ignore the entire industrial region of your planet purposefully grinding to a halt in order to perform poetry, ash and dirt covered servos gripping cracked data pads and with a shaking vocaliser, they speak the truth one after another 

and suddenly those shaking vocalisers are no longer shaking as their words are met by the cheers of thousands 

no longer afraid of the heavy hand of the Council, the festival goes on interrupted, the other city-state polities of Cybertron watching underground broadcasts on secure channels across the planet

and it is the first indicator, the first time the rest of the planet truly understands the scale and nature of class struggle on Cybertron 

the Council frantically tries to shut these broadcasts down, but fails, as the communications infrastructure was almost entirely manufactured in Kaon or Tarn, and as a result, the workers are able to use their superior knowledge of these systems and equipment to thwart any censorship efforts 

all at once, the working classes achieve even greater solidarity, there is a near-tangible hope for the future, growing belief that the Council can be overthrown and the people can build a better society, a better world, where nobody lives three million years to die in a collapsed adit without ever having seen Cybertron’s moons as they rise along the curvature of the planetary atmosphere

all at once, Cybertron as a whole begins to listen, even if purely out of shock, to the voices of the oppressed many-- and sympathisers begin to reconsider a great many things, questions are finally starting to be asked by those who may have greater ability to affect or influence more direct change in other polities or regions or branches of Consular government

all at once, Megatron sees his ideals coming to fruition 

and without any knowledge of what the future holds 

he finishes his speech, to overwhelming applause 

and looking to where Terminus should be seated 

where he would be seated if the world had been kind 

the glory of the festival is inevitably still tainted by a sense of pervasive bitterness and loss 

and while he remains present, engaged in the words of his people, the new collective class, the “Decepticons” 

he hopes, silently to himself, that Terminus would be proud, that Terminus would approve, that he is doing right in spearheading what has potential to become real, tangible change for the better 

and he watches the next bot take the stage, a small electrical substation worker who has written a piece on “shared electricity”, the connection between Cybertronians and the electrical impulses that keep their planet thriving, how they are one, how every alloy of a bot’s frame was forged from raw elements and materials and how life is inseparable, it is universal, we are all Of Primus 

and it is wonderful, evocative, creative, a work of art 

all the things the Council has said they cannot be and cannot do 

and with that heavy burning sensation in his spark 

he, and thousands of others, rise to applaud the author, to applaud creation and expression as acts of direct defiance, as acts of compassion for one another, as actions being taken to create a better Cybertron, finally, the crowd itself embodies a wave of revolutionary thought and progress 

and pushing his better judgement aside, sitting down as the next speaker approaches, he decides not to investigate that pang of heaviness behind his chestplate 

where it will fester for centuries, where it will corrupt and distort the beauty of his ideals 

instead, out of fear that this will somehow instantly fade, fear that the Council will find him again underground in the night and he will awaken to the sensation of thin metal dragging softly against his helm as Terminus coughs and sputters behind him and fear becomes overwhelming, doubt becomes pervasive

it is not a battle that starts the path to eventual despotism 

but rather 

it is at the first literary festival of Kaon

that fear becomes fuelled into furious righteousness

as he comes to understand that hope is a fragile thing 

and if Terminus were here 

he would explore, he would ask, he would risk feeling 

but Terminus is not here 

and for now 

Cybertron is still unkind 

and his people are still vulnerable 

and every night is still uncertain 

and he would do anything 

anything 

for nobody to feel the fear and loss

that he feels 

ever again

and it is not hatred 

or rage 

but fear 

which brings Megatron to rise

and to close the festival 

he recites from Towards Peace 

and the applause is so great that it vibrates his massive frame 

as it shakes loose the last of his self-imposed restrictions

as his thoughts are drowned out 

by cheers and shouts calling for the change that must now happen

before it is all taken away 

it is in this moment 

not in a gladiatorial competition or a battle field 

where even though he speaks of a better future

his spark is frozen in time

long ago, back in the mine

where all he can think of 

over the raucous noise

is how Terminus should be here 

and isn’t. 

#long post #writing #megatron #idw 1 #idw transformers #d16 #idw megatron #mtmte #lost light

[noctumbra]

❝mutual❞: part two

summary ─ bucky didn’t mean to sneak into your apartment, but that was exactly what he did.

pairing ─ neighbor!bucky barnes x reader [thor odinson x reader]

warnings ─ smut, +18, voyeurism at its damn best, bucky is being a little bit stalker, masturbation, oral sex, riding, sex with heels on, ejaculating on someone’s face, dirty talk, 

a/n ─ i know i’m supposed to be writing those 8′s but this one has been in the works for a while now, i had the idea i mean. i have been re-reading some the things i wrote for kinktober and came across to this one and went,,,, “why tf not”. as a result, you have this now :D there might be a part three, have couple things in mind for that one too but haven’t written anything yet. anyway, hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! <333

p.s.: THIS STORY MIGHT INCLUDE DARK THEMES. please read it with caution.

read mutual here

Bucky didn’t mean to sneak in, but that was exactly what he did.

It was late in the evening. You were out with your friends; you weren’t going to be home for at least another two hours, Bucky knew that by heart by now. After you came home from work and got ready for your night out hastily, you left your window ─yes, that window─ open and Bucky had been watching your curtains move gently for some time now. He wanted to know more about you, wanted to know a bit more personal things; your open window was calling to him softly.

Bucky didn’t mean to sneak into your apartment, but that was exactly what he did.

He looked around after slipping under the half-open window. He had seen your bedroom multiple times when you left your curtains open. The walls were a soft peachy color with posters of various bands on it. Your bed was right in front of the window; it was a classic one with gold colored metal headboard, a queen sized bed placed onto it and covered it with simple, white bedding. You had a lot of pillows, Bucky noticed, and a couple of stuffed animals adorning your dresser. He smiled.

Feet padding in the room quietly, Bucky walked inside of the apartment. Your living room was nicely decorated and had cozy vibes. Also white living room set had matched with light wood kitchen table and chair set; a soft, cream colored carpet was stroking Bucky’s sock-clad feet. You also had very thick knitted blanket on your largest couch. Bucky could so easily imagine you sitting on that couch, under that warm and soft looking blanket and dozing on and off while watching a movie.

Maybe he would be in the picture one day. Maybe he would be there to play with your hair, have you cuddle against him while both of you were under the blanket.

“One day,” he whispered to himself as he made his way towards the room with a closed door. He opened it slowly. It was mostly a library, but you must have been using it as an office, too. You had two huge bookshelves that were embedded into the both sides of the wall and a large desk in between with a very nice reading armchair. You had several plants in the room, too, and that made Bucky smile one more time.

As he made his way back to your bedroom, Bucky heard a soft ‘meow’ and realized that there was an orange, chunky cat.

“Oh,” he chuckled, surprised. “Hello there, sweetie.” Kneeling, Bucky extended his hand to the cat to smell it and then scratched her chin. The cat let out a playful ‘mrr’ sound and rolled onto her back, showing her belly to Bucky, asking him to rub it. Laughing happily, Bucky rubbed her belly, sometimes giving a couple scratches to under her chin and between her ears. “You’re one beautiful and cute fat cat,” he murmured lovingly. The cat mrr-ed at him, making him chuckle once again.

He petted her for a couple more minutes, getting the cat purr and meow at him. Then, he stood where he was crouched down and made his way back to your bedroom. Bucky lay on your bed. It was soft and your duvet was thick; it felt like someone was hugging him. He hummed, satisfied. Just as he was imagining how it would be laying on this bed with you, naked, he heard the key jiggling and door opening with a force. Bucky quickly got off the bed and, knowing that he couldn’t make it on time, he hid into your closet.

You marched in with a huge blond on tow.

Your coat was off, and you were taking off your dress as the guy devoured you with his lips. He was also shedding his own clothes; ditching his jacket on the ground, taking his shirt off when you pulled back for a brief oxygen break… Then, it was your fingers reaching for his belt, pulling it off and letting it fall on the ground with a loud ‘thunk’.

“You’re magnificent, my God,” the guy rumbled with a hoarse voice. Bucky watched you shudder and looking up at him with lust swimming in your eyes. The guy grabbed you by your waist and threw you on the bed, causing you to gasp and bounce on the soft duvet a couple times. Bucky’s breathing was getting quicker as he watched you.

“Oh, fuck, Thor─” You moaned, but Thor cut it off by planting his lips onto yours. His hips were cradled by your beautiful legs, he rolled them against you. You whimpered into his mouth.

Bucky exhaled through his nose, refusing to press his palm against his bulge for some friction and maybe some relief. Seeing you naked except your heels right in front of him, onto the bed he was just laying on, and hearing your moans up close… Bucky was in a dream where you were torturing him so sweetly.

“You’re so beautiful,” Thor whispered. “Mm, you can get louder, can you not?” He rolled his hips against your wet core and you moaned loudly, just like wanted you to. Thor smirked while Bucky whimpered, feeling his cock throb. “Yes, you can,” he mumbled and kissed the valley between your breasts.

Taking a deep breath, Bucky closed his eyes for a second. The situation he was in was bad enough; he really did not need a boner to go with it, but he could see the tent his bulge was creating in his sweats. He cursed himself, as silent as he could be, and opened his eyes.

The scene before him almost made him moan loudly.

Thor was on his by the edge of your bed; his blond hair covered head was buried between your legs and Bucky could tell by the way you fucking scream and moan that he was going to town on your pussy.

Oh, how much Bucky wished to be this Thor guy…

“Oh! Thor! Thor, fuck─” You threw your head back and fisted the sheets. Your eyes were closed and your face was covered with this blissful look. Bucky swallowed a whine. Hearing Thor slurping, his eyes moved to him. Thor pulled back to play with you with his fingers, giving Bucky a sight of your dripping core.

“Fuck,” Bucky whispered to himself and pulled his sweats down to his thighs. He didn’t want to think about the consequences if he were to caught, but he was so having this little thing for himself and his selfish wishes.

You choked on a moan when Thor slipped two of his thick fingers into your wet pussy. “You’re so wet, little one,” he rumbled a groan out. “So tight, too. I can tell that you’re going to feel amazing, bouncing on my cock.”

“Yes! I want that!” You whimpered. Thor’s thick fingers were moving inside of you smoothly, stimulating your already wet core even more. “Please, fuck, Thor, please!” Thor shushed you sweetly by rubbing your thighs and peppering kisses on the available skin in front of him. He took his jeans off.

He wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Oh, shit,” Bucky gasped silently as he saw Thor’s cock. He heard a similar sound coming from you, too.

Thor was hung like a fucking horse. He was long and thick, and holy shit, he was mouthwatering.

“Holy shit,” you breathed. Biting your lip as you whimper, you widened the stance of your legs; your eyes focused on Thor’s cock. Thor chuckled darkly. He located his pants and pulled his wallet out, fishing a condom from it.

“You want to ride it, little one? Or you want me to take over?” Thor asked sweetly. Bucky knew that he was about to fuck your brains out of the open window. You whined as you tried to decide. Both options sounded great and it was hard to decide; Bucky knew the feeling.

“Ride you,” you breathed. “Headboard, please.” Thor smiled and leaned in to steal a kiss. You gave him that, preening under the feeling of his huge body covering yours.

Then, Thor rolled over and leaned against the metal headboard like you requested. You quickly climbed on his lap, settling on his groin. Both of you moaned when your bare sexes touched each other while Bucky squeezed the base of his cock to stop himself from coming before the real show started. You rose to your knees, grabbed Thor’s cock and lined it up.

“Shit,” Bucky breathed. He never wanted to be someone else as badly as he wanted at that moment. “Fuck.” His hands were trembling as he held his own cock and balls, squeezing them as tight as he could; almost mimicking how you might feel around him.

You slowly sank down on the huge cock that was splitting you open. Thor groaned deep in his chest while you whimpered. You were going slow, being careful, and Bucky was losing his damn mind as his eyes focused on the way of Thor’s cock getting swallowed by your wet pussy.

“Oh, fuck, Thor, you feel so good,” you moaned. Thor just hummed. His large hands were holding your hips; sometimes they would move down to your thighs or sometimes they would squeeze your breasts. Right now, there were on your hips and holding you tight and close to him as you panted through the feeling of his cock inside of you.

Bucky moved his hand on his member, feeling the veins bulging and tender flesh throbbing in his palm. The sight he had a chance to see was so perfect, Bucky knew that no can kind porn could compete with it.

After a minute of cooling down and adjusting on your part, you started to move. Whenever your wet pussy moved onto Thor’s thick cock, a wet sound echoed in the room. Your already sweat-slicked skin was also making an obscene sound; driving you insane and encouraging you to ride Thor faster.  

“You’re so good,” Thor groaned. “Taking me so well, mmm.” One of his hands found your breast and he squeezed the soft flesh. His fingers were playing with your nipple when you felt him thrusting up like he just couldn’t hold himself back.

“Yeah,” you moaned when he thrusted up again. “Yeah, yeah, do it!” Gripping the headboard tightly, you felt Thor bending his knees and placing his hand on your breast back on your hips. You bounced up and down for a couple more times before Thor took over.

Every single of his thrusts were lighting up some place in your body, making you see starts and fireworks in front of your eyes and causing your thighs to tremble. His cock head was repeatedly hitting or grazing over your sweet spot. The only way you were able to thank him was to scream his name while he played your body like an instrument.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck─” Bucky whispered to himself as his hand flied over his cock, jacking it in a light speed. He could see how Thor drove his cock into you with every thrust, could hear the sounds your wet pussy always let out, and fuck him, you sounded so fucking good. Letting out a ragged breath, Bucky slowed down. As much as he’d love to jack himself fast and reach his orgasm quickly, it made too much noise.

“Mmhhm, Thor, there!” Your whimper cut through the haze of Bucky’s mind, pulling him back to the scene before him. Your screams and moans and whimper got louder as Thor himself started to grunt more and more. Bucky could see them getting close to their own edge; their sweat-slicked bodies were glowing under the soft light of the street, their breaths were coming out harsher and their movements have become desperate.

For a while, it was only harsh breaths and skin slapping skin sounds mixing each other; moans and grunts were echoing in the room, Bucky thought he could taste the sex in the air if he tried.

“Where do you want me to come, little one?” Thor asked you, his voice was rough, a roar under it made you shiver. “Hm? On your face? On your ass? In your cunt?”

“Oh, shit,” whispered Bucky as he felt his balls tighten and his cock jerk wildly in his palm.

Whimpering, you held onto the headboard tighter. “On my face. Mm, please, come on my face,” you moaned. Thor grunted. His thrusts picked the pace like it was fucking possible and soon, you were gasping your release. Bucky gasped, too, cursing himself at the same time, he came on his hand. Your bliss covered face had imprinted on his mind now, and he knew he would be pulling that look out whenever he was going to jerk off.

Growling, Thor threw you off of him and laid you on your back, almost ripping the condom off his cock. His large hand flied over the hard flesh. Bucky could see how red the man’s neck and chest were, how the veins on his arms were bulging and how his cock was jerking in his hand; almost purple with how close he was to his orgasm.

You spread your legs, arching your back; you opened your moaned and stuck your tongue out, practically begging him to come on your face. Thor roared, and his cock started to spurt thick, white roped right onto your face.

Bucky watched his come land on your eyelashes, your lips and some in your mouth. Bucky whined very silently. His spent cock was twitching weakly, knowing that if it could, it would get hard again at the sight of your face covered in come, but he wasn’t young anymore.

“That’s a good little girl,” Thor rasped. His thumb collecting the come on your face, he pushed them into your mouth. You closed your mouth around his thumb when he did it, sucking it clean and humming appreciatively through it. “Fuck, little one, you’re so amazing,” Thor whispered. You laughed breathily. Bucky could see you shying away now that the scene was over.

“Glad you like it,” you murmured, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly. Thor smiled. His hands were quick to place themselves onto your thighs, he pulled you closer to his chest.

“Can we shower together?” He asked. “I have to go back after that, but I would love to reunite for something like this again.” You hummed as you grabbed onto his shoulders.

“Sure, bathroom is there,” you said, pointing the door right next to where Bucky was hiding. “Also, yeah, please. I would love to reunite some time, too.” Thor smiled toothily at you and got off the bed with you in his arms, wrapped around his huge body like a koala.

“Alright,” Thor said and walked into the bathroom. “You start the water, I’ll be right back.” Agreeing silently, Bucky heard you starting the water and taking off your heels, having heard the soft clinking sound they made when you threw them on the tiled floor. Thor walked into his sight again. He was gloriously naked, and it seemed like he didn’t care about the open window or the curtain. Bucky’s steel blue eyes watched him grabbing his phone and tapping onto it, only to leave it on the bedside drawer. Before he stepped into the bathroom, he stood in front of your closet, where Bucky was hiding still.

“Hope you enjoy the show, mate,” Thor said to Bucky and winked, smiling yet again. Freezing on his spot, Bucky vaguely heard him joining you in the bathroom; the door was closed silently behind him. His heart in his mouth, Bucky quietly got out of your closet, wiping his hand on his sweats, he quickly jumped back in his apartment.

Thor knew he was there, watching them.

Thor knew he was there.

“God, fuck me,” Bucky whispered.

Fuck him for finding it hot and getting turned on by that.

Fuck him for wanting you to be his, wanting you to be to get you to moan, whimper and scream the way Thor did.

Oh, fuck him for knowing that he was going to make you his sooner or later.

He was going to make you his and his only, and the day he was going to that was right around the corner.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagines #neighbor!bucky #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #kinktober 2020 #thor odison x reader #thor odinson smut #thor smut #thor imagines #thor odinson imagines