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houseofanticipation · 7 months

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You're sitting with your friend Sam at a coffee shop, catching up. She's telling you about an instagram ad she keeps getting for some audiobook streaming service. "It's just crazy," she says, "because I was just telling Lucille I wanted to start reading more books but I never have the time, and then it's like instantly I'm getting these ads all the time."

"So what," you say over your steaming mug, "you think they're listening to you?"

Sam shakes her head. "Honestly I think it's almost scarier than that. They have so much information about us, they don't even need to listen to our conversations. They just know, based on everything they've gathered about me, that I'm probably someone who wants to listen to audiobooks."

"Well they can't be that smart," you say. "Because the only ads I've been getting lately are for something called Slut Cream."

Sam raises an eyebrow. "You must know I'm going to need more details."

You take out your phone and find an ad to show her. It's not difficult; literally all of the ads you see on instagram are like this. They're even showing up in other places now, on webpages you visit or apps you use. This one is one you've seen before: a beautiful woman in a crop top that just barely covers her nipples is proudly displaying a squeeze tube of the kind you'd buy sunscreen or toothpaste in. The caption says, "Being a slut isn't a hobby—it's a lifestyle! Step up your slut game with Slut Cream! Shop Now"

"I don't even know what slut cream is," you say. "All you get when you look it up is a bunch of porn."

"Well, obviously it's a way to step up your slut game," says Sam sagely. "What does it say on the website?"

"Oh, I'm not clicking the link," you say. "I don't want to encourage them! What I want to know is why suddenly this ad is all I can seem to see!"

Sam shoots you a wink. "Maybe you're just a slut. These data brokers know us better than we know ourselves."'

What neither of you know is that it's actually quite easy to buy online ad space, and they let you get pretty specific with your intended audience.

I live in the next apartment over from you. I've been watching you for a long time, studying you, listening to you through our shared wall. We've talked a few times, some terse conversation at the mailboxes or in the hall, which is how I knew enough about you to place those ads, with audience parameters so specific that probably only you and about five other people would see them. I had fun making them; hiring the model to do the photoshoot, dusting off the skills I picked up in that college graphic design course, creating a website for this fake business (though I'm disappointed you still haven't clicked through to see it). If you actually tried to buy slut cream, the website would tell you we're currently closed due to high traffic, and to check back later. Nowhere on the website does it explain what slut cream is.

A number of strange things happen to you over the course of the following day. On your lunch break you walk down the block to the deli by your office. You're in here every weekday, but today the energy here is different. People are staring you, side-eyeing you, having whispered conversations that stop abruptly when you get too close. As you're walking back to work, an old woman spits on the ground as you pass, you'd swear you heard the word "whore!" hissed under her breath. You wonder if you should say something, stand up for yourself, but she's elderly, probably confused, and you decide to be the bigger person.

In the hours after lunch, you're propositioned by no less than seven of your male coworkers. You've had to refuse a few invitations to dinner in your time, but seven in a day is completely out of the ordinary, and the things these men are offering to do to you go way outside the bounds of first date stuff. One guy tells you the conference room is empty, if you want to go for a quick fuck; another guy tells you he hasn't cum in a month, and if you sucked his cock he'd pump so much cum down your throat that you wouldn't need to eat dinner. Your boss even tells you he and his wife are looking for a third and he thought of you first, like he's offering you a big promotion. The strangest thing is that all of these men seem genuinely surprised when you turn them down. Like this sort of thing usually works with girls. One guy even says, "sorry, I was just trying to help."

It was pretty easy to hire actors for the deli and the street. You go to the same place every day, so I knew where they'd have to go and roughly when they'd need to be there. The harder part was getting your coworkers to play along, especially because I was picky about getting people who could sell the act. For a few of them all it took was money. A few of them I had to blackmail. For your boss I had to call in a favor, get his boss to threaten his job. He protested, but I think it made his cock hard, thinking about fucking you alongside his wife.

I keep this up for a few weeks. Anywhere you go I have people watching you, talking about you behind your back. I have people approaching you on the train, at the park, in restaurants, offering to fuck you like they're doing you a favor. You stay firm in your refusal—I wouldn't have expected any less from you—but I can tell it's beginning to eat at you. I watch you try to figure out what you're doing that seems to give all these people the wrong idea about you; you start to dress more modestly, talk less, even walk a little less confidently. But none of this will change anything. All it will do is make you feel more repressed.

After a month, I decide it's time to make my move. I could probably wait longer, but the anticipation is getting too much for me, and besides, you're beginning to get a little wild around the eyes. I'd hate to break you before I've had my fun. One evening, when I know you're home, I unlock your apartment with the duplicate key I had made two months ago. You're in the kitchen, washing dishes with headphones on; you didn't hear me come in. I leave the door open as I approach you, admiring the way you shake your ass to whatever it is you're listening to. I get right up behind you and stay there for a moment, lavishing in your innocence, feeling my cock strain at my belt as I imagine taking it away from you. Then I reach around front of you with both arms and plunge my hand into your panties

You shout in shock, fight back, try to push me off as the headphones fall off your head. But I've got you pinned against the counter, my full body weight against you, one hand down your pants, the other groping your breasts. Once you realize that fighting won't help, you stop struggling and ask me what I want. "Please," you say. Just hearing that quiver in your voice almost makes me delirious with lust. "Please, let me go. I don't want this, please."

I bury my face in your neck, kissing and breathing you in. You smell incredible, like fear and sweat and sex. I bring my lips up to your ear, let them brush against you as I speak. "Of course you want this, baby. You've been trying so hard to hide it, but you don't have to hide with me. Look, you left the door open for me." I let you turn your head enough to see the door hanging open just as my fingers find your clit. I'm rubbing you gently, tenderly, just the way I've watched you touch yourself through the webcam I have in your room. My other hand is under your shirt now and I'm squeezing your breast, rolling your nipple between my fingers, feeling it slowly grow full and erect. You try to stifle a soft moan and I kiss your neck again. "It's okay, baby. You don't have to be ashamed. It's okay to want to feel good. Let me make you feel good."

You clutch your face in your hands and let out a cry of frustration and humiliation and agony and pleasure. You barely know me; I'm the guy next door who sometimes looks at you a little too long. The guy you speed up to avoid in the hall. But that feeling radiating from you clit... You think how exhausting it's been, doing everything you could think of to change people's perception of you, get them to stop looking at you as a slut, how none of it has done you any good anyway. You wonder if you'd have had more fun fucking Jim in the conference room, or swallowing Dylan's cum, or having a threesome with your boss and his wife. And that throbbing in your clit, the agonizing pleasure...You remember that beautiful woman in the ad: "Being a slut isn't a hobby—it's a lifestyle!" You think about how happy she looked, how fulfilled. You remember Sam's words: "These data brokers know us better than we know ourselves."

It does feel good, doesn't it? To let me touch you, pleasure you, to let go of this act you've been holding on to. Isn't it okay to want to feel good? Why did you ever let anyone make you ashamed of that? You try out another moan, letting the pleasure well up through your chest and out your mouth. It feels good, so you try another, and another, and then you're leaning back into me, grinding up against me, delighting in the feeling of my hard cock against your ass.

"Good," I say. "You're letting go of those silly hang-ups. Now we can have our real fun." My hands still around you, controlling you, I half lead-half carry your trembling body to the bedroom. I throw you on the bed, face up so I can get a good look at your eyes, see what I've done to your mind. Those same eyes that have avoided me in the hall so many times now gaze hungrily up at me, wanting me, needing me.

Who am I do decline?

I pull off your pants and panties as a single unit, letting you take care of your shirt for yourself. I kick of my own bottoms, letting my throbbing cock slap against your leg as it springs from its confinement. Don't think I don't notice the way your whole body shivers when it touches you. I lift your legs and push your knees up towards your ears; you're remarkably flexible. It must be all that yoga I've watched you do at the place downtown. I've greatly enjoyed your visits to that place, so it's nice to see they weren't in vain.

You're afraid of me, all of a sudden. Maybe some part of you is seeing sense, realizing you'd have to be crazy to let a guy like me come into your home and fuck you like this. But what was the alternative? Have me rape you? Let me tell you, darling: I would have raped you. You feel the head of my cock gliding over your skin, exploring your inner thighs and pubic area, and tremble at my touch. I want this, you tell yourself. This is what a slut like me needs.

All the same, you cry a little bit when I penetrate you. It's not because it hurts—it does hurt a bit, but you're wet enough, and it's not entirely a bad pain. It's not because you're afraid—well, maybe in part, but that's not the core of it. You cry because you're finally letting go. Letting go of the person you used to be, or thought you were. It's the relief of knowing you don't have to pretend anymore, wrapped up with the mourning you feel when you lose a potential version of yourself. I lean across you as my cock fills you up, and tenderly, I kiss away your tears. "Hush, my darling. I'm here. I will always be here. I will love you despite what you are, when everyone else turns away in disgust."

My weight on you feels good, comforting. The way I press down on your legs, stretching you out, driving my cock so deep inside you that it brushes your cervix. It hurts a little, but is that any better than you deserve? Could a slut like you really expect to find better than this? Better than unconditional love and a desire to give you the pleasure you need?

I'm speeding up now, my face something like an animal, furious and insistent as I gaze down at you. There's darkness behind my eyes, you think, something cold and cruel. You thank God I'm on your side. My hips are like a hammer on your pelvis now, and with each thrust you feel my cock bulging inside you, throbbing and pulsating with anticipation. When I finally plant my seed in you, groaning and growling and pressing you further into the bed, you find there's something comforting about the warmth of my cum inside you. Maybe my seed will take root, make you swell up with me, make you mine. As I roll off you, huffing and panting, the tears begin to stream down your face again, this time from joy.

What did a slut like you ever do to deserve someone who loves you like I do?

#r@pe fantasy #r@pe kink #cvmslvt #cvmdump #rapekink #rapetoy #breeding toy #mind conditioning

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krissysays · 4 months

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I have a request! What about bada eating y/n out in public (kinda) just to tease her? Hehe

A little late Christmas present for you…

cw: clingy!bada, exhibitionism, teasing, edging, lowercase intentional, hair tugging/pulling, top!bada, edging, bottom!reader, pure smut, gxg, jealous!bada, (semi) dirty talk, 18+++!!! Masterlist

The Real Tease-her

Synopsis:

You’ve been working endlessly on a short-film, Bada’s been missing you, and finally it’s the big night of the Premiere for your teaser… Little did you know, as soon as the lights went down, so would Bada.

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bada looked at her phone and sighed out as she looked at your instagram story for the 15th time. you were having the time of your life, posting with your co-workers, rolling her eyes as she checked yet again to see that she had only been left on delivered.

you were a busy woman, she knew that. she was a busy woman herself, choreographing for her class, celebrities, dancing in videos, rehearsing, but she was able to see you because anytime she would hold a class, you’d be there. now that she has free time, she sees what you used to feel like, taking every possible opportunity to see you. it wasn’t that easy though.

you had been an official director for a short-film for about a year now. you were constantly in meetings with producers, graphic-designers, writers, press, auditions, and finally after grueling hours, painfully tiring, and stressful days, it was the premiere night. you had been spending all day in hair and makeup, getting ready to finally go home before…

“but it’s our last day together!” you sighed as you heard the voice of your protagonist coming from behind you. you turned to look at all of your cast, looking at you expectedly. you sighed and nodded, not being able to say no to them. you had all been through ups and downs together and worked so hard...

"i'll be a bit late coming home, baby. i'm going out to one last lunch with the cast. i'll be home with you soon, baby. i love you!"

bada heard the notification from her phone, excited to see your name but slightly pouted as she read your message. she understood but she wanted you with her. she typed out a quick but patient text, despite her frustration growing.

"okay princess, have fun. excited to see you soon."

bada threw her phone to the side, a huff escaping her mouth. now she knew how you felt when she was busy. she knew it wasn't intentional revenge but she felt like it was.

her mind went from the idea of wrapping her arms around you and cuddling to the most x-rated thoughts that she'd ever had.

she needed you. In every way possible.

she took a deep breath and decided to close her eyes and try to take a nap, waiting for you to arrive home. you'd be back soon enough and that was enough for her.

"GUESS WHO'S HOME!?" you yelled, finally closing the front door.

"BABYYYYY!" bada yelled, running down the stairs, somehow not tripping, managing to make it to you and picking you up, twirling you around, making you giggle. it was so comfortable to be in her arms, finally, immediately feeling tension releasing.

you two sat down on the couch and you laid your head down on her shoulder. bada loved this. she missed this so much. she leaned in and you smiled slightly, lips melting together. It felt like it had been forever since you both had connected in this way.

you whimpered as she bit your lip, allowing for her to slide her tongue into your mouth. fuck... you loved her tongue, especially when it challenged yours, twirling around yours. You both groaned as your alarm went off.

it was time for the big night. You stood up and quickly ran your fingers through your hair, fixing it, before looking at you girlfriend, "you ready?"

you looked at her, how she sported her outfit. she always dressed so cool... how could she be so hot and so beautiful at the same time? You squeezed your thighs together at the thought. you fixed your skirt and tried to get yourself together.

"yeah, i'm ready, beautiful. let's go." you grabbed your purse and put it over your shoulder, taking bada's hand and headed out the door.

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It had been only 20 minutes into your film, bada sitting on your left side and one of the male cast members sitting on your right. you were invested in your film, occasionally poking baba, telling her to watch, "the good part is coming up babe! look!" she would smile at you, biting her lip a bit.

fuck she missed you...

she placed her hand on your thigh, playing with your skirt, leaning in and whispering, "good outfit choice." you were a blushing mess, trying to just get through 20 minutes of your movie, but you felt an ache between your legs unlike ever before.

bada watched as another hand snuck it's way onto your thigh...

ah... so it's like that, huh? she thought to herself as she watched your other thigh become preoccupied. you were smart enough to move your leg away and to shoot him a glare. you were his director. what was he thinking?

bada was a fuming mess right now. tense enough to do anything. and this was her last button. good luck to you... because she's about to start pushing yours.

"i'm hungry, i'm going to go grab something, do you want anything, princess?" she asked.

you almost whined at the feeling of her moving away from you, kind of disappointed that she wouldn't stay around to even watch something that took a year for you to create. usually she would have but it clicked very quickly for you. she saw him. usually you would have rolled your eyes at her jealousy but this was valid. he'd spent more time with you than she had this year and the one night that she gets to spend time with you, he just had to ruin it.

instead of whining about it, you nodded at bada, "a refill please?" you went to hand her your cup and she said, "don't worry, i'll buy a larger one for you." you blinked up at her and said, "thank you... i love you." she leaned down and kissed you quickly before going to walk away.

you quickly turned to the guy next to you, about to tell him off, but quickly your mouth snapped shut. Nothing prepared you for the warm feeling that swiped over your clothed pussy. you didn't have to question it, you knew who this was,

bada.

you quickly got a text and looked at your phone,

"we have 20 more minutes... think you can be a good girl and keep that little mouth shut for me?"

you nodded and bit into your lip, before almost arching your back off of your chair.

bada was on her knees, placing her finger on your clit, drawing little teasing patterns on it. she watched as you grew wetter, your hips twitching up to try to meet her mouth. She smirked before leaning in and placing a kiss to your clit, which was almost cute to you,

until you felt an almost illegal amount of pleasure. your clit was being sucked into bada's mouth her tongue flicked over it relentlessly, her eating you out like you were her last meal.

fuck. she really was hungry.

you tasted amazing and felt even more amazing, bada could feel you fluttering around her as soon as she slipped it into you. she was going to fucking demolish you at home, especially sense you were asking for it. running your hands through her hair, lightly tugging, knowing she loved when you do that, making her moan and accidentally nip at your clit, almost sending you over the edge before suddenly,

she fucking stopped.

You looked down as she looked up at you, biting her lip. you forgot that you were a director when you noticed the lights coming back on and your name was being called.

shakily, you stood up and waved, bowing slightly along with the rest of your cast, hearing as cheers and claps erupt from everyone around you.

you go to join your cast members for pictures but bada tugs you back lightly. you glared at her and she smirked before hugging you, "don't worry, princess. i'll show you the rest when we get home...

that was just the teaser."

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Thank you for waiting for this one! I hope that you enjoyed reading it and that I did your request justice!

I'm still taking requests by the way so feel free to request away or just send me a nice little question or just to talk with me! I love answering asks!

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sourcreammachine · 3 months

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a little something fun about the transition from reddit to tumblr

i worldbuild. that’s me hobby. my notes app is all a load of random bullshit. i think of a world idea and then i do notes on it. i think of a fiction idea and i do notes on it. i think of any fun thing and i write nonsense notes on it

on reddit, whenever you shared that shit, it had to be presentable. you needed to be good at worldbuilding AND adept at photoshop. if it looks ugly, gtfo amateur. so i never bothered sharing, i mean, i shared a few things but at my low-medium skill level with graphic design n shit it always took me a lot of effort to do it up, and i never could be bothered to give the amount of effort it took me

so i kept it all to myself and my notes app turned into an unreadable apocrypha that made sense only to me. who gives a shit. nobody’s gonna read it

then spez spezzed everywhere and r/196 became #196. i can share anything i want here! the community is far more personal and personable, and text posts are okay here. it’s not that the bar is lower, but that the bar is more accessible. you don’t need to create a massive .psd every time you want to share some creativity, just share it! and i do, i write stuff for tumbr and put it out there and love doing it, and i’ll fucking do it again

but, my biggest projects, my most proud worlds, were all created when i was closed off, for me only. i’d love to share them to tumbr. but they’re fucking unreadable. even though it’s far more accessible i’d have to edit it into a readable, presentable format and guide people through it better, which it very much was not built to do. it’s like ancient manuscripts. you’d need a rosetta stone. it is not for human consumption. the FSA classes it as toxic waste

so yeah. i have some good shit waiting for you. maybe one day you’ll get to see it when i actually edit it and type it up, but don’t count on anything, because, ykno, severe chronic depressive

#196

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into-crazy · 1 month

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don't wanna miss a thing

》 chapter 3

Negan Smith x Female Reader

Non-apocalyptic AU // The Walking Dead AU

Other Characters(mentioned): Rick Grimes, Lori Grimes, and Carl Grimes

Summary: You get harassed by some guys on your way home and someone comes to your rescue. They walk you home, reflecting on moments from your shared past.

Warnings- mature language, alcohol consumption, age gap(reader's in her early 20s), slow burn, angst, comfort, fluff, ages 18+

Other chapters & info -> RIGHT HERE

💕divider by @saradika-graphics

It was a painful walk down the driveway.

Even in your state, you still respectfully chose not to cut through the grass for a shortcut. Rick was proud of his grass, he worked hard to keep it nice and healthy. But now that you were finally out of there you let your tears fall freely.

You were so fucking stupid. Completely delusional to think that you could ever be with Negan. Who were you kidding? There was never a chance. You're just a kid to him. You've always been, and he'll never see you as anything other than that. Though what hurt you even more was seeing that he had his eyes set on someone else. You know that you have no right to be upset. Negan doesn't owe you anything, he can be with who ever he wants. However it doesn't stop the fact that deep down inside of you it still hurt.

Reaching the sidewalk, you turn towards your house and continue on. The sun is close to setting, casting long shadows all over the ground. That is how you noticed a vehicle coming up from behind, by it's shadow. At first you didn't think anything of it, assuming that it was going to keep going in the direction it was heading. But then it suddenly slowed and someone called out to you from the passenger window.

"Hey there, cutie!"

Wiping your eyes, you look up to see that it's a group of guys in a small SUV. They look like they could be high school seniors or college freshmen. Blasting their music loud enough for the whole street to hear. Whatever they were listening to it's rather obnoxious.

"Where are you heading off to?" The same guy from the passenger window asks you. You spot the can of beer in his hand. Well that's great, they're drinking in a moving vehicle. Hopefully they have a designated driver.

"No where," you return indifferently. "I'm just going home."

"She's not into you bro." The driver states to him lowly.

However he brushes it off and tries again. "Shut up man.. So we're uh, heading over to a party tonight over on the east side. How about I get your number and maybe I could see you there?"

The way he asked you felt as though he wasn't even asking you at all. It sounded more like a demand. That or he was rather confident that you were going to give him your number. Either way you weren't interested.

"No thanks." You toss back, hoping that they'll get the hint and move on.

Your rejection is heard by the other guys, they immediately poke fun at their friend. Which only stirs him on more.

He then attempts to cover up his embarrassment with a laugh, licking his lips before replying, "well see, that doesn't work for me sweetheart."

You stop in your tracks, turning to look at him in shock and wondering if you had heard that right. The arrogant smirk on his face indicates that you had. You hated hearing the word sweetheart come from his mouth. All of a sudden you start to feel very exposed. Remembering that you are wearing nothing but a bikini because your clothes are in your bag. It doesn't help that every one of those guys are leering at you like you're a hooker selling on the street. You nervously clutch on to the bag around your shoulder.

He opens his mouth again to speak. "So how about it? Give me your number and we'll meet up. Then I can fix that little attitude problem you got." He winks at you while his friends laugh and exchange high fives.

This whole situation makes your stomach churn. You want nothing more for them to leave you alone. Anger bubbles up in your throat too quickly before you can contain it.

"I said no!" You snap at him. "Now do me a favor and fuck off!"

He scoffs at that. "You bitch!"

He launches his beer at you from the window. Luckily it misses you. Instead it lands right by your feet. The can smashes against the concrete with a loud crashing sound and beer slashes all over your feet. It startles you into dropping your bag on the floor.

Everyone in the car breaks out into a laughing fit. You, well you stand there. Dumbfounded and utterly defeated. And you didn't think this day could get any worse, yet it had. This was the soggy cherry on top of a shit sundae.

"Hey!" A voice is unexpectedly heard from behind you, snapping the guys out of their guffawing.

The one who launched the beer motions at the driver to go. "Oh shit, let's go!"

The car speeds off as Negan rushes over to your side. It catches you by surprise, because what is he doing here?

"That's it- get the hell out of here!" He shouts at the car before mumbling under his breath, "little pricks." He then turns his attention towards you. "Hey.. you okay?"

You break down in tears, hugging yourself for comfort. Negan wraps his jacket around your shoulders to cover you up. Then he pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you. You hug him back tightly and sob into his chest. Not caring anymore as you let it all go.

"I know, it's alright. I've got you now." His voice is low and soft as he strokes your hair. "Come on, let's get you home."

You nod at that, using the back of your hand to wipe away your tears. He collects your bag off the ground and walks you the rest of the way to your house.

"Rick send you to check on me?"

A scoff leaves his lips, "No. Rick didn't send me to do shit. I came because I wanted to make sure my girl got home safely. Good thing I did, too."

Negan calling you his girl would have brought a smile and a blush to your face, if you weren't still upset.

Coming up to the front door, he thinks of what to say. "Listen I uh.." his sentence trails off as he gently hands you your bag. "You should go on inside. I can come by for the jacket tomorrow."

There's no response or movement from you. When he turns to leave you snap up to look at him. "Stay?"

He immediately stops at that. Meeting your sad eyes, he doesn't say anything.

"Please stay with me for a while?" You plead quietly, hands clutching tighter on to the jacket.

Sighing deeply, he takes a second to ponder on it before agreeing. "Alright."

It's silent again as you unlock the door and step inside. He follows right after you, taking the liberty of closing and locking the door behind him. The chill of the air inside brushes against your skin, making you shiver. It didn't help that your hair was still damp from the pool.

Negan notices that you're cold. "You wanna go get cleaned up and put on something comfortable?" You flash him a worried pout and he chuckles. "Don't worry, I'll wait down here for you. I won't sneak out or anything. Promise."

You take his word for it. But before you ascend up the stairs you make a suggestion, "I don't want to come back down afterwards. Would you come up with me? You can wait in my room."

His eyes widen, he's taken aback by your invitation. Even though it was an innocent request it was rather unexpected, and that was what threw him off. Plus he's never seen or been in your room before. He briefly clears his throat, "I mean, sure. Is that what you want?"

"Yes," you return. "I just.. I'd feel better knowing you're close by. Knowing that I'm not alone."

There was no way he could say no to you. He hums and follows you up the stairs all the way to your bedroom.

The sun had finally set, casting the last bit of light through the curtains into your room. You navigate through the dimly lit space to turn on a table lamp beside your bed. As the light flicks on Negan takes in your bedroom for the first time. It was certainly a reflection of your personality, and that in itself made him feel welcome. He notices that you didn't change rooms since you're not in the master. He doubts that your aunt took it over either but that's a question he'll save for another day.

You scramble around, picking a few things up from the floor and moving others out of the way. Negan stood there, lazily following your movements. You collect a fresh pair of clothes from the dresser and let out a small sigh, "I'm going to go wash up."

He keeps his focus on you as you slide off his jacket and set it down on the bed. "Take your time. I'll be here." He assures.

"Feel free to sit on the bed if you want. I won't mind." And with that, you leave the room.

Negan decides to look around some more. He caught a glimpse of a photo collage on the wall, so he went over for a closer look. There were pictures of your parents, some with the three of you together. All with huge smiles and warm vibes. There were a couple snaps of the Grimes, looking like the picture perfect family as usual. One photo was of him and your dad in the garage, laughing as they posed for the camera. Negan remembers all the good times he'd spent with him.

He then came across the only photo of you and him up there. Right in the middle, it was a selfie you'd taken with him a while back. Your smile was so bright, and he couldn't help but notice the glimmer in your eyes. He really liked that photo. Negan spots your camera on the desk near the pictures. He remembers how you used to carry it everywhere, capturing the moments up on the wall above. You don't carry it around anymore, not since your parents..

A few more steps and he finds himself by the window. Peaking through the curtains, he's got a perfect view of his house from here. Everything from his driveway to the front door. It makes him wonder if you've ever watched him from here.

The sound of the door creaking brings him to turn, finding you coming back into the room. Your hair is damp from the shower this time, and you're wearing a pair of sleep shorts and a cropped tshirt. It was a bit revealing, however the man has already seen you in a bikini so you didn't think much of it. Besides, he'd told you to put on something comfortable and what better than the close you sleep in.

He looks you over briefly. "Feeling better?"

"Yeah, I needed that." You admit. There's a guilty look on your face, like you have something you need to confess. A secret that you can no longer contain. Inhaling sharply you breathe out, "actually, there's something that I need to tell you."

He fixes his gaze on you, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I know."

Flashback:

It was a sad, gloomy day. Even the sky looked melancholy, filling up with puffy grey clouds to shield away the sun. Not allowing the warmth of the rays to reach you or anyone else.

Many people had shown up to pay their respects and offer their condolences for your loss. Most of those people you knew, and very few in which you didn't.

The burial was especially the hardest for you. You couldn't exactly describe the feeling you experienced while watching your parent's caskets being lowered into the ground. You don't think you'll ever be able to describe it. But it was at that moment in which you knew that you would never see them again. At least, not in this life.

Your eyes were red and puffy from crying, and you didn't talk much at all. Relying mostly on head gestures. Only having enough mental energy to mutter a few words to certain people that talked to you. Aunt Rena never left your side throughout the whole event. Even Rick, Lori, and little Carl were always close by. As for Negan, he kept a bit of a distance.

There was already so many people around you, he didn't want to smother you with his presence as well. Though he did come by to offer his own condolences when he had the chance to talk to you more privately. You hugged him tight and never wanted to let him go. He kept you tight in his embrace, letting you hold on to him as long as you needed. It was up until other people came over to talk to you when he had to gently pull back.

It is a quarter to 8 pm. You've been home for a while now. Aunt Rena was exhausted from the day and had went to bed early. You had other plans.

Drained and full of grief, you grabbed a bottle of whiskey from your dad's cabinet and sat on the front porch looking through your family photo album. Since it's the middle of November it is cold. So you brought a blanket to keep warm. You sat by yourself, with shaky hands and teary eyes. Flipping through the pages and pouring glass after glass. Laughing at some of the memories through the photos then taking swigs of your drink when your laughter turns into soft sobs. You probably shouldn't be out here like this but you were. You didn't want your aunt to know, or worry. That you're slowly numbing yourself with alcohol so that you could stop feeling for a while. It seemed to do it's job. As you felt yourself gradually slipping in and out of consciousness.

Negan is pulling into his driveway when he spots you on your porch all by yourself. Immediately he notices that something's not right. You're not moving.

Getting out of his car he rushes over. Calling your name but no response. You are passed out and there's a half empty bottle of whiskey on the table next to you. At first he's very worried and assumes the worst. Though the panic fades when he hears the soft snores coming from you. He checks you over again, you're sound asleep with an open photo album tucked in your arms.

"Shit kid.."

Relief washes over him, though he's concerned with how long you might've been out here. Especially out cold the way you are. It's freezing and you only have a thin blanket wrapped around your body. Brushing some hair out of your face, he could tell you had been crying again. Your cheeks were flushed and dried streams ran down your cheeks and nose. He attempts to wake you up by shaking you gently. When that doesn't work he does it more firmly.

"Y/n.. hey, wake up."

You only mumble and tuck further into your blanket in response. Brows furrowing then letting up as soon as you get comfortable again.

The sight of you made his heart ache. He can't imagine what you're going through, though he really does feel for you. He had lost two of his good friends, but you had lost both your parents. It hurt you both, yet it wasn't a pain in which he would try to compare to yours. He only wanted you to know that you weren't alone. That he will be here for you when you need him. After all you've become his friend, too.

Negan takes the book from your freezing hands and places it on the table before ringing the doorbell. He waits there at the door for a moment until Rena answers.

"Oh Negan, hello." She is surprised to see him at this time of night. "What can I do for you?"

"Hey Rena. I uh, well I found y/n asleep out here on the porch." Stepping aside, he motions over to where you're at.

Rena gasps into her hands, rushing to your side, "I- oh dear, I didn't even know she was out here!" She strokes your hair, a frown on her face as she examines the contents on the table.

"I figured you didn't," Negan shrugs. "I know you wouldn't have left her out here like this."

"Oh no, I would never." She shakes her head. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I was asleep, she could have been out here all night."

"She's alright. Gotta get her inside though."

"If she really drank that much, it might be hard to get her up in this state." Your aunt worries.

It's clear to Negan that it would be a rather difficult task for your aunt to do by herself. So he offers his help. "If you want, I can carry her inside."

"Would you?"

"Sure."

Negan carefully scoops you up into his arms and takes you inside. Your aunt follows behind, with the photo album held closely to her chest.

"You can set her down on the couch, she'll be fine there for the night."

He takes you into the living room and lowers you on to the couch. You stir from the movement, slipping in and out of your deep sleep.

Your aunt decides that the cover you currently have won't suffice. "I'm going to run upstairs and grab her another blanket. Can you watch her for a minute?"

Negan nods, a quiet 'yeah' leaving his lips.

Your aunt goes to retrieve the item, leaving Negan with you. The sound of you mumbling grabs his attention.

"What.. what happened?" You ask, fighting to keep your eyes open.

"It's alright sweetheart." Negan shushes you. "You're safe. You fell asleep outside but you're inside now."

Giggling to yourself, you reply, "oh yeah.." You briefly look around, recognizing your surroundings. Last you remembered, you were outside on the porch. "How'd I get in here?"

Negan drops to his haunches directly beside you. "I carried you."

"You carried me?"

"Sure did." There's a proud grin on his face after saying that.

Taken aback, your eyes gleam up at him. "Thank you."

"It's not a problem." He brushes it off. "Just want to make sure you're okay. Your aunt's coming back with a blanket. Now close your eyes and get some sleep."

"M'kay." You shut your eyes, letting out a deep sigh. "Hm.. Negan?"

He leans in a bit closer. "Yeah?"

"I love you." It comes out just above a whisper. Though the room was so quiet that he had heard it perfectly clear as if you'd said it aloud.

He chuckles awkwardly in response because you have never said that to him before. But you are drunk and he is your friend, so he figured you were just saying sappy shit. Like the kind of things you'd tell the girl holding your hair back while you're throwing up the alcohol you've ingested in a toilet. He gives your shoulder a playful nudge, muttering back, "love ya too, kid."

With your eyes still closed, you shake your head. "No Negan, I don't mean as a friend.." Your voice is low and soft. "I love, love you. Always have." That is the last thing you say before drifting off to sleep.

Your confession comes as a total shock to him. He is left completely speechless, wondering if you'd really meant what you said. However, he doesn't want to wake you again to find out. There are so many questions going through his mind when your aunt comes back. Pulling him away from you and halting his thoughts.

"There now," Rena places a thicker covering on top of you. Negan stands there, staring at you while she tucks you in. "She should be alright down here for the night. Thank you so much for bringing her in."

Her gratitude snaps him out of his haze. "Not a problem, you're welcome."

Your words are all Negan thinks about on his walk home. You love him? Did you really mean that? It's possible that you were just spewing nonsense since you were intoxicated. But what if it was the truth and it had managed to slip out because you were drunk? He believes in that old saying, "a drunk mind speaks a sober heart." So if what you'd said is true, then how long have you had these feelings for him? Must have been a long time, you did say you always have.

Negan thinks back, to a few instances where he had caught you looking at him a little too long. The times you've blushed because of something he said. Moments where you wanted to be near him. That twinkle in your eyes every single time you looked at him. He had always thought he was crazy when even the tiniest of a suspicion that you were interested in him popped into his head. Maybe she's got a little crush. Nah, she doesn't.. She's looking at me like that again. Cut the shit, she's only being nice.. Those suspensions bugged him for a while. And each time they'd come up he would dismiss them.

The thing is, he has always been very fond of you, but he wouldn't think of you in that way. He couldn't. There was no way. You were his friend's daughter.

Knowing what he knows now, however, he doesn't think he could forget or brush that away.

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Fic: Home for Christmas

Fandom/pairing: Glee, Kurt/Blaine

Event: December Klaine Fanworks Challenge 2023

Prompt: I'll Be Home For Christmas

Words: ~650 words

Rating: Teen and up

Summary: On Blaine’s second Christmas as a missionary, he calls the Anderson clan. But first, he calls Kurt.

Notes: This is part of my Mormon!Klaine universe. It takes place after Out of Eden, which I am still in the process of posting to AO3. It’s among the likely possibilities for their future.

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Christmas was as perfect as it could get on a mission. Blaine spent the day at the refugee center, playing with kids and chatting with the adults who didn't know German, but knew English. He and his companion came here at least twice a week now; President Steele had increased their service hours to ten a week so they could help out with the church’s refugee efforts. And because it was Christmas, they were allowed to spend even more time volunteering.

This was the kind of missionary work Blaine loved—sharing Christ's love not by preaching, but by helping to put smiles on the faces of people who had every reason to frown.

Unfortunately, they couldn't spend forever there. In the evening, they returned to their apartment to make their twice-a-year phone calls home. Blaine’s companion went into the bedroom for his call, shutting the door behind him. Blaine stayed in the kitchen and removed his contraband phone from its hiding place in his bag. He would call Arizona in a few minutes, but first he had someone else to talk to.

“Blaine! I'm so glad you got a chance to call! Merry Christmas!” Kurt’s voice was effervescent. It made Blaine feel light and bubbly inside. He was so grateful to Elder Nixon for convincing him to buy this phone.

“Me too. My companion is in the bedroom now calling his folks, and the door is closed. I love Christmas!” Blaine was already smiling so hard, he could feel a pleasant ache in his cheeks.

"Have you already called your folks?”

“No, he thinks that's what I'm doing now. And I will call them, but I had to hear your voice first. So tell me all about your Christmas!”

“Well—” Kurt launched into a warm and funny story about a candy cane incident involving his dad and aunt. “And yesterday’s caroling at the senior center with the old members of the glee club was fun. Most of our audience really seemed to enjoy it, but my favorite was the old lady who hated us. They had a big table of craft supplies for making decorations, and she kept taking the pipe cleaners and folding them up in suggestive designs and then throwing them at us. And she had the most creative insults! Really spunky! I can only aspire to be so charismatic in my old age.”

Blaine chuckled. Kurt was one of a kind.

“Now, tell me about your day,” Kurt said. “What did you do? I hope you didn't have to sit through an uncomfortable Christmas dinner with a family you hardly know. I hated those. I always felt like I was imposing.”

"It was great!” Blaine told Kurt all about it. They texted regularly, so Kurt was familiar with many of the names and personalities. But talking was special. Blaine didn't get many chances where he was alone enough that he could carry on a conversation out loud on his verboten phone.

“I'm so glad you're getting to volunteer more,” Kurt said. “You sound really happy.”

“I am, when I'm working with them. Some of the other stuff is still hard, but whenever I can help people, everything gets better,” Blaine said. “I still miss you, though. A lot.”

“I know. I miss you, too. I don't say it much, because I don't want to do anything that would pull you back home before you’re ready. But I’ll be really, really happy to see you and hold you and kiss you and … Well, my dad’s in the next room. I can't get too graphic. But I'm looking forward to all that when you get back, Blaine.”

Blaine felt himself blushing—out of delight more than modesty. “Me, too. And I can't wait to be home with you next Christmas.”

“Oh?” Kurt’s tone was flirtatious. “Whose home? Yours or mine?”

“It doesn't matter. Anywhere you are is home to me, Kurt.”

#december klaine challenge 2023 #prompt: I'll Be Home For Christmas #mormon!klaine #wowbright writes fic #klaine fic #klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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How about a Valkyrie x reader where reader is obsessed with Valkyries arms but they are not dating yet so they try to be subtle with it, until Valkyrie notices and teases them about it

Pairing: Brunnhilde x gender neutral reader (no other specifications)

Word Count: 750 words

Outline: You've been crushing on Brunnhilde for a while, what happens when she notices?

Author’s Note: thank you for this request, it was tons of fun to write!

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics // banners by @maysdigitalarts

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It wasn't easy for you. Working so close to her. It wasn't the same back on the ship. Now in new Asgard, having her so close to you, hearing her commanding voice all the time, and watching her lift all those boxes. Why was she always lifting boxes? It made your brain short-cut every time. You tried really hard to be subtle about it, to keep your distance away from her so she wouldn't watch you come undone like that. So far you had succeeded.

Or so you had thought.

Last night she was outside pacing back and forth, her arms wrapped around herself, it was late, very late and the lights were glimmering. From the corner of your room, you could look outside. Sleep never came easy to you waking up in the middle of the night was common for you. Most of the time you just got up, found a book, started writing, anything to keep your mind occupied. And away from all the memories of your previous home. But that night, you just sat upright on your bed and looked at her, fantasizing about the future for the first time in a long while. It felt magical, somehow. All of your lights were off, you were sure she never saw you.

But that wasn't the truth.

She had seen you, she had been noticing you for a while now, observing you, seeing your reactions, hearing your heart skip a beat. Staring at her arms and taking a long time to breathe again. The thing she was interested in though was why wouldn't you make a move? Was it shyness or insecurity? She was interested in finding out soon enough. The sooner the better. Brunnhilde was not the patient type.

The next morning you were at the docks once again, counting boxes and organizing them to their destinations. There she was once again, ready to lift. Incredible. You sigh and take a deep breath, ready to not make a fool out of yourself, and instead, you adjust your scarf high on your cheeks and lips and continue your work, lowering the beanie on your head. The less she could see your face the better. And yet, you were staring once again.

"Can't stop staring, huh?" Brunnhilde asks you before placing the heavy box on the ground.

"Can't blame you." She winks at you and turns around to pick another box and place it in its designated spot. You feel flabbergasted and quickly you try to walk away and pretend to be busy with something.

"No need to be shy!" She shouts after you, mortified you hide behind the big truck and inhale and exhale deeply. She didn't have to know your silly little crush on her and your pure fixation on her arms.

Ever seen a woman so beautiful you cried?

Quickly you get to your feet and move behind the shipment, hoping she will lose interest in your or get back to her work or anything and get a moment of peace.

Or so you thought, once again.

You sink to your feet and sigh deeply placing your hands on your face. Unfortunately for you, she has decided to come after you, and the next moment you hear her cough.

"You sure are going through it, huh?" Mortified you look at her, eyes widening.

"You know if you could actually open your mouth and say a word we might have found some common ground." Confused you draw your eyebrows together looking at her. What could she possibly mean by common ground?

"There are tons of things I can do with my arms. If you asked I would only be inclined to show you." Oh? There is a different kind of spark glistening in your eyes and Brunnhilde takes notice. She comes right in front of you and crosses her arms, only to watch you lose your breath again.

"You really go non-verbal, huh? Interesting. " She nods her head skeptically and grimaces.

"If you're interested in finding out more, you can come by my place when the night falls." She winks at you and shifts the weight on her feet.

“You won't have to talk, only admire." She continues a singing tune and then turns to walk away.

Looks like you got a date tonight.

Plenty of time to find your voice.

Or not.

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stillinthatweirdfaze · 5 months

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I usually don’t make posts like this bc sharing hobbies and interests on the internet makes me very very anxious for whatever reason but I really really wanna share this issue of the Dragon magazine I found at the thrift store yesterday!!!!!!!!

25th anniversary edition of the official D&D magazine !!!!! It is issue 284 and it came out in June 2001. Unfortunately it did not come with the advertised bonus CD rom when I bought it though :[

I’m gonna use this post to show off some of the stuff that’s in it that I really liked or found interestingggg :]

First off we have a full spread add for baulders gate 2, which is kinda funny considering the third one didn’t come out that long ago. I want to eat this ye oldie early 2000ds generic fantasy font I bet it tastes like burnt shortbread.

A little step by step on how the artist made the cover which I find like. Infinitely charming. Especially since this cover itself is so gorgeous. I hope Todd Lockwood is doing good today.

A full page add for an online anime fantasy rpg called Nexus the kingdom of the winds. OUGGGGEEEEE this art style,,,,,,, it takes me back to places it takes me back to like that one vampire anime and clanad and YouTube anime top tens. Fuck graphic design we should start putting sparkles and radial gradients on everything again.

an add for a series of sound effect cds for your games which I want so so bad I need to know what’s on these.

Two little sections where it seems people can submit photos and stories about themselves or their game members to be published. The Dm of the month one is genuinely heartwarming and cute. The thought of Steve seeing that he won made me smile. Also “Nubile dwarf chicks” and “chaotic secretive” is a great example of how early 2000nds out of pocket this issue can be sometimes. You can fucking smell the energy off the second image.

An extremely funny review of a previous dragon issue.

an add for Gen con 2001 and a schedule of upcoming conventions. If anyone went to these I would genuinely love to hear about them I love convention history a whole lot especially from around this time

A page in, apparently a series, about what ttrpg players value in a game written by Gary Gygax!!! If anyone has any previous or the final issues of this study please do share I really really wanna see them. Also the three genders: males, females, and newbies

Two stat blocks for some half dragon characters

A Draconic to English translation table that I wish I had as a preteen because I would have eaten it the fuck up. Also I cut it off but the last sentence on the bottom right is “please don’t disembowel the dwarf” which apparently is “martiver thric gixustratt tundar”

Add for a brand of miniatures and in what stores to find them. I wonder how many of these places are still open

An add for WOTZ game stores with the tagline “it’s where you play the game” and advertising “Hella Bandwith” and “scantily clad BABES.” I find it unreasonably funny that they are three pictures of the same exact woman, scantily clad babe, one (1), one singular babe.

Spell and magical item themed crossword

A full on campaign setting of the real city of London. I didn’t take pictures of all of it but it has a history section, locations, npcs, adventure hooks, and what even looks like a little blank dungeon layout of a mansion . I feel like putting real places as campaign settings has always been like, a thing, but I don’t see it too often. Its charming I like it.

A stat block and gorgeous illustration for a lesser dragon companion. The gradient circle in the back is my favorite argggg I wanna draw like this sometimes

A section on how to assemble your own monster models. Admittedly I know close to nothing about model making so this was an extremely fun read for me

A bunch of PC portraits of half dragons that are so so cool. You see a lot of stuff about people getting really specific designs about different hybrids like oh a dwarf tyfling looks different than an elf tyfling n that sort of stuff in the modern day but you don’t really see it canonized at all. So it’s really interesting to see that concept in an officially published D&D thing, even if it’s just a magazine. I really like the dwarf one a lot.

Possibly my favorite thing ever is this cartoon that reads like a fucking wizard tumblr shitpost. Like down to a fucking tea this is some shit the evil wizard blog would say and it makes me so so so happyyyyyyyyy. It’s the cadence that amazes me they got the tumblr wizard cadence exactly right. Im posting this shit on its own without shame bc I need people to see it. Pour me something whimsical and arcane bar wench.

A absolutely chefs kiss add for a ????? Pc????? Pc game????? Pc accessory??? I honestly can’t tell anyway enjoy your free ps2 polygonal hotted woman ass

And finally the thing that made me fuckin gasp out loud when I saw it, an add for the original year of our lord 2001 shitty D&D movie with special features and online sweepstakes to win a trip to Prague. Holy shit. God I love this game.

anyway that’s it, I plan to frame this thing and put it up somewhere. Ty for reading all my nerd shit. :,]

#D&D #dungeons and dragons #Dragons magazine #vintage fantasy #”vintage?” Not really but idk what else to put #2000s #early 2000s #Old d&d #D&D 3E #fantasy illustration #wotc #Uhhhhhhhh I think that’s it?#Motg #Baulders gate #baulders gate 2 #Nexus: the kingdom of the winds

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dynmghts · 2 months

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so i have this compilation of outfits katsuki has worn officially that i think are neat...

there is more to this than "he wears basically anything he's given well", such as the fact that he knows how to style + how he prefers high quality, expensive clothing which last much longer and appeal to the style he's going for most the time (which is a casual kinda grungy emo alternative look??)... and most of this is just promotional art, but also. listen.

when he's styling to look good, i noticed that he doesn't usually go for just a shirt - he's always got a loose button-up, a jacket, even a vest. the only one of the images i collected is a lil promotional art with him in a white loose shirt and torn black skinny jeans. but like. idk he makes that one work too.

let me kind of demonstrate in these sort of "categories", i guess. i'll have more coherent thoughts later but take this first:

horikoshi sketches, "smart casual": at least, that's what i'd call it. they're not overly fancy by any means, but they aren't his typical skull graphic shirt and tracksuit pants with a pair of loafers kind of look. in these, he looks a little more dressed up, and the looks read as him going out with friends, almost. (the silly print shirt over the plain shirt is such a fun look for him, though. it really stands out in comparison to the other two here.)

it's also clear to see that his go-to is to combine a mid-tone jacket with either a plain light-coloured shirt or a black one - and if he is going to have anything on the shirts, it's going to be a minimal design, like the x on his shirt on the left. the interesting thing is that there are more accessories on the right-most outfit compared to the other two; i think in order to compliment the print on his over-shirt, he's accessorised accordingly. and i think it looks pretty good that way!

anime official art, "practical": well, i call it that for the other two mostly, but this particular style reads as a look where he looks decent - but he also looks like he could laze around in them. that loose-fitting white shirt has got to be one of the most comfortable things he has in his wardrobe, and that hoodie is a very close second. my guy has plenty of desire to just... be, in these.

what stands out the most about these is how minimal they are in comparison to some of his other looks, but they still carry themselves well by BEING minimal. he doesn't need anything too drastic. if anything, the hoodie in the centre is the most "out there" look of the three, but it is minimising his world heroes mission stealth uniform. even his winter-themed outfit with the puffer jacket is simple in the way it's block colours with no obvious accessories. these are looks meant to be comfortable and fashionable at the same time.

horikoshi popularity poll / yr anniversary art, "dressed up": this is more or less highlighting the sort of "au" looks from the steampunk au and the community-named winter au, but also including one of my favourite yearly arts. these don't necessarily scream "katsuki", but at the same time, they do. they embody katsuki in his own way. the obvious thing being a loose fit around his neck, or informal, even if the rest of his outfit reads otherwise - and honestly, with these styles, it's less about what katsuki would wear and more like "i just think they're neat."

horikoshi promotional art, "formal": if you know me at all, you know how LOUD I AM about these looks, particularly the last two. ESPECIALLY the leather jacket look. the first thing i can note about all of these formal looks, though, is that katsuki is wearing his shirts buttoned up - and he's wearing something around his neck properly in two of them. in the leather jacket art, he's styled his hair, even!

i also noticed the colours tend to compliment his hair and eyes - in these, the reds and oranges don't overwhelm or dull his red eyes, while the blues and blacks accentuate his blond hair really, really well. touches of other colours are used to help add extra dimension: namely the green rope and the white flowers. yeah, i think there was a mention that kirishima had actually picked out the right-most outfit because he knew that katsuki wouldn't want to go to the party... but listen. i am at least lowkey convinced that this blond disclosed how to style a look around his appearance, because like hell he would be caught dead wearing anything Bad.

(ignoring some looks, anyway. i do not see 🙈)

i also adore his styled hair. like... i can't get enough of it. i know why he doesn't style it often, and it's because his hair is stubbornly spiky (even in believing that his hair is also naturally soft), but when he's able to? he knows EXACTLY what to do to it. katsuki really is his mother's son.

all this to say he looks good in most of his art - especially that which originates from horikoshi himself - and he clearly knows how to style an outfit. thanks for coming to my ted talk

#💥 ⸍ i. out.#💥 ⸍ ii. headcanon.#long post /#/ if u went through that thank u for listening to my incoherent talk #/ this was mostly an excuse for me to compile my fav looks lmao

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hey friends, i'm kay! i'm excited to write with everyone here. i have the bae canon - bae jiyul, gremlin of the forest. i've got some info under the cut about him if you want a quick read type of situation. though you can check out his profile + about page for additional info as well. hit me with a like if you want to plot (prob on discord is easier?? bc of the shadowbanning,,,,) and we can think up something fun. 😎

his family is in relatively good standing within the town, but he's kind of the black sheep and largely off-putting. he was born pretty late compared to his brother and was absolutely not planned.

didn't really help himself out by being like, one of those sickly runt children. he has asthma, will Usually have his inhaler on him. was kind of a weird kid too, he probably bit people in kindergarten.

considered himself Incredibly close to jeongbin, and considering he wasn't that level of close with a lot of people his death hit him hard (even if he wasn't actually the best of people/friends). instead of drifting away from the woods, he just became obsessed with it. spends a lot of time out there drawing and wandering around hoping to re-find the cabin or the weird rumor-ghost of jeongbin.

he does have like Constant nightmares though. his sleep schedule is whack. he's a freelance graphic designer so it mostly works out schedule wise even if he doesn't make a lot of money doing it.

if he were a dnd character he would have a negative 3 charisma stat. just not great at coming across as confident and put together and the opposite of weird. he also gets attached Way too easily if you let him. he's like one of those people that decide they're your best friend after you hang out at the bar together once. like bro, chill.

bad at regulating emotions in general. tends to kind of swallow everything down until it eventually bubbles up in something large that likely doesn't match the situation.

also not great with boundaries!!!! we could all see it coming.

his family is pretty religious and he used to be but isn't so much anymore. his parents aren't please about it, but let's be real here, they aren't pleased about most of his life choices, so does it matter?

kind of a mess and largely ambition-less. he kinds of just...does what he wants at any given moment. isn't really focused about getting a better job or bettering himself or creating a good reputation in the town. he mostly just cares about the woods and gets kinda anxious if he's away from it for too long (why he moved back, even though his stint away at a university was a better time for him socially tbqh).

okay yeah i think that's kind of the highlight reel along with the linked pages!! i'm open to plotting with everyone. ik he's a weird lil pariah type so no worries if you want a hate plot, i love them as well. and i'm forever looking for someone to punch him in the face (it would be funny, don't pretend it wouldn't be funny).

#index / ooc #eldrtch:int

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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hello could you do a smut with batman unburried riddler. i love him so much

that would be awesome thanks <3

Baby Girl Driver

Batman Unburied!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 2.1k AH i am so excited to do a bu riddler for the first time on his own, and i hope i do him justice. also i'm sorry for the graphic ;-; i don't know how to make a better one and i just love hasan's lil face baby girl, you're so off-putting and irritating, and i love you more than life itself, welcome to the club bu riddler i'm sorry for the thoughts i've had about you and the things i'm about to write you into doing 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: language, fingering

For an entire week you’d been designated driver to the world’s most irritating passenger. But Barbara Gordon had sworn by Edward Nygma’s ability to assist in an investigation of this calibre, and to her credit he had been helpful. When he wasn’t being intensely annoying. Or sarcastic. Or hindering your every effort to solve this quickly. In fact, you were sure he was purposefully trying to elongate the time you’d have to spend together, likely an attempt to avoid going back to Arkham.

“Fuck. I have to pee again.”

“God, Nygma, we just stopped.”

“That was for snackies!”

“And you didn’t think to go then?”

“Well, I was using my time trying to decide what snack I was allowed within my ridiculous budget. And then you yelled at me. So I didn’t think I had time for luxuries such as pissing.”

You rolled your eyes, switching focus back to the road.

“Am I to sit back here and fucking hold it in?”

“Jesus Christ! Alright!”

Pulling over to the side of the road, you both sat in silence, drumming your fingers against the steering wheel.

“Are you gonna-”

“You have to open the door.”

“I swear to…”

Slamming your own door behind you, you made your way around the squad car to the passenger door. He had insisted on riding in the backseat. ‘Like a ride-along. Like you’re my driver.’ It was nice to know he was locked in and couldn’t run, though you knew he wouldn’t. But still, it felt almost degrading to have him locked in there. And yet oddly enough, not degrading for him, but for you. Opening his door, you tensed up at the little curtsy he offered as he scampered into the woods.

“Don’t go too far.”

“If you want to watch me piss, you can just ask! I live in an asylum, remember, it might actually make me feel like I’m at home to have someone staring at me.”

“Please just hurry up.”

"Hey, you're lucky!" He looked back and raised his eyebrows at you, lips curling up in one of his nasty, but weirdly adorable, smiles. "At least I'm not cuffed. Otherwise, you'd have to hold it for me."

"Wow, lucky for us all."

"Yeah, it's a two-hander, baby!" Finger guns aimed at you, he turned at your stoic expression with a huff and disappeared behind a bush. After a few minutes, he trudged back to the car, waiting on you to open the door.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Ooh, someone’s grumpy today!” He flashed a wide grin at you as he opened the door and plopped down on the seat. Closing it hard on him, you got back behind the wheel and peeled out onto the empty stretch of road.

“So…wanna play a game?”

“Absolutely not.”

“You are absolutely no fun whatsoever. How does your poor boyfriend cope?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Interesting.”

You waited silently for a cruel remark, or a joke, but it never came. Instead, he leaned forward, fingers poking through the holes in the barrier between front and back, speaking hurriedly.

“Oh! Down that road, turn turn turn! Now!”

“For the love of…fuck!”

The wheels slipped and spun as you made the sharp corner at way too high a speed, finally managing to get back in a straight line, breathing heavily.

“Good for the adrenal glands.”

“You couldn’t have said something a little sooner.”

“I was distracted.”

At the end of the road, there was a small building, one floor. You took the car off the road and behind some bushes, able to see the house and a section of the road you had just been on, but hidden well enough.

“Stake out time!” From the backseat, he finally piped up, annoyingly excited, opening the snacks he had demanded earlier. “You coming back here to join me?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Well, how will I share my snacks with you.”

“I don’t want any.”

“Aw, come on! It’ll be fun, like we’re proper cops!”

“I am a proper cop.”

“Oh, yeah…right. And I’m completely sane.”

“Nygma-”

“Fine, fine. But I have a better view of the entrance from back here. Nice little gap in the trees. Would be a shame if I was too busy burying my face in to my little snackies and missed something.”

“This is a fucking nightmare.” You mumbled it to yourself, before unbuckling your seat belt and shouting. “Fine!” You exited the car, opening the back door where he patted the seat beside him with a vicious little sneer. When you were seated beside him, he thrust the little bag of food under your nose. “No thank you.”

For two hours you sat there, trying to ignore Edward Nygma’s questioning, all of it unrelated to the case you were working on. In fact, since mid-way through the first week of his assistance, he’d seemed entirely uninterested and not as invested in the work as Barbara had insisted he would be. You were beginning to think this was a huge mistake. Although, admittedly, he was fun to be around. Your usual partner was a bit more ‘by the book’ and wasn’t willing to socialise outside of the job. You barely knew anything about him other than his name and the fact that he had been married but ‘for the love of god don’t call her if I’m hurt.’

Nygma was different though. He was strangely open, although you suspected that was a ploy to learn your weaknesses, so you kept a lot in. About himself though, he was more than willing to talk, he was his favourite subject, other than riddles. And thankfully, today, he hadn’t forced any of his riddles on you, not yet at least.

And for the next hour, there was relative silence, other than the incessant crunching from Eddie eating his ‘snackies’. You watched patiently as several cars pulled up from the main road, all stopping outside of the house and waiting. Three of them were there now, and as a fourth pulled up, they all exited their vehicles.

“You watching this, Nygma?”

“Huh…oh yeah! Uh…yeah, seems about right.”

“Ok so who are they!?”

“Oh…so the one that got out of that car there, he’s the uh…leader.”

“The leader? Of what?”

“Of the thing, you know!”

“We’ve been sitting in this car for three hours. You haven’t mentioned a thing. We’ve been working on this case together for three weeks. You haven’t mentioned a leader. What is going on and why are we here?”

“Ok…promise not to get mad?”

“You fucker. You mother fucker!”

“Wait, wait! Before you get mad. I think it’s important for you to take into account that I haven’t told a single riddle today.” He looked at you with raised eyebrows, but you raised your hand and started smacking at his arm and head regardless.

“I have been driving you around for three weeks, at what point were you going to tell me that you had no idea what was going on with this case, asshole?”

“Please stop hitting me I have solved it, all the paperwork is in the trunk in a neat little folder waiting for you to hand it in and take the credit!”

“What!?”

“I’ve…done it all. I knew after like the fifth day. I didn’t think I’d have to spoon feed the answer to you. But to be fair, I have had to be very forgiving with the answers to my riddles.”

A shiver went up your spine. Pure rage. You resisted the urge to punch him, but it was only with every ounce of your being that you managed to stifle the gut reaction. But you kept slapping at him.

“Well why are we still investigating!?”

“Because!”

“Because isn’t a sentence, fuck face!”

“Because I wanted to spend more time with you!”

You hit him even harder, and he jumped back with a petulant little frown.

“Ok, that one hurt.”

“Good! What do you mean? You didn’t want to go back to your cell?”

“No…because I liked hanging out with you.”

“Oh, Edward. At least save me the embarrassment of trying to trick me into thinking this was anything but a selfish little ploy to escape.”

“I mean, I am going to escape, duh. But not yet. I’m having fun.”

“Fun?”

“Yep.”

“What do you mean by ‘fun’?”

“What the fuck do you think I mean by fucking fun?”

You leant back in the chair, head tilted horizontally, trying to understand his words, his motives. Were you going completely insane? It would be one thing to admit to enjoying spending time with him, he had nothing to gain from that. But to begin believing that he had somehow developed a little crush on you was surely a sign that you were mentally unstable. First of all, how could you believe him without knowing you were likely falling for his manipulation tactics? And second of all, if you could admit that you might believe he had a crush on you, then you might also have to face the fact that you had a little bit of a crush on him too.

There was very little time to focus on the little conundrum that was thundering through your mind, as Edward had leaned over in his seat, one arm holding his body up at the angle, the other on your cheek, fingers daring to reach into your hair. His lips, surprisingly soft and interestingly practised, stuck on yours with a pent-up passion, groaning into you. As he pulled back you moved with him before thudding back down into your seat.

“You’re nice to look at and fun to annoy. And I’m nice to look at and fun to be annoyed by, right?”

He didn’t wait for a response, he was leaning back in to you, slowly, eyes never wavering in their gaze, staring deep enough into your very soul that you were no longer sure if you’d even be bothered that he was manipulating you.

“Would it really be so bad if we enjoyed our time together?”

With his lips kissing along your jaw and neck, you managed to mumble out some words, trying to convince yourself more than anyone else that you should let go and sink into this.

“It’s morally…and ethically…mmm….reprehensible…to fraternise with…hmm…prisoners in my…care…god…”

Too late though, because your hands were already running through the hair at the back of his head, pulling him closer into you, moaning in pleasure at the little yelp he made when you bit down on his lip, tugging at it with your teeth, dragging him deeper into the kiss.

Confidently, or arrogantly, you were never sure with him and you didn’t care right now, he began unbuttoning your pants, hands slipping down under the open zipper, fingers rubbing against your folds at the front of your panties.

“Hmm…what’s soft and wet and-”

“You finish that riddle and this ends now.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He winked at you before sliding the fabric to the side, inserting two fingers into you and easing them around, your walls clenching at his dedicated and inquisitive strokes, trying to understand you, to learn what made you moan, what made you grip his forearms.

Pushing his tongue past your lips, he pressed the once gentle kiss into a sloppy make-out session, hungrily lapping at your tongue inside your mouth, all the finesse and restraint of a teenager at a lover’s lane, which you might as well have been, given you were currently being fingered in the back seat of a car.

The sudden realisation of what was happening had the opposite effect to what you thought it might. Instead of being shocked into action, pushing him off and reprimanding him and yourself, you begged him to make you cum, gasping for air, screaming with little to no care of who might hear.

“You’re absolutely filthy, this is a fucking amazing revelation! If I’d known I could have had you this easy, I’d have suggested we fuck at the point of first contact.”

Even at this, with his fingers inside of you, enacting a pleasure on you that you didn’t even think was possible. His digits stroking and pulsing, his thumb pressing against your clit, pressing into it and rubbing from side to side, the way you did it yourself, the way that worked for you, the way he had worked out was what might make you cum. With his lips and tongue and teeth melting into your own to the point where you weren’t sure where your mouth ended and his began. With the cacophony of pleasurable noises you were both making, the moaning, the heavy breathing, the subtle growling. The grinding and grabbing. Even with all of this, he was still managing to be a royal pain in the ass. And that alone was enough to have you cumming around his, his fingers wet with your release, bringing them up to his mouth to lick them off, never breaking eye contact as he did it.

Easing himself back into a more comfortable sitting position, you were aware in your peripheral vision that he had unzipped his own pants, cock hard and thick in his hand, stroking it a few times, quick and hard, before looking over at you.

“Don’t make me spoon feed this to you to. It’s my turn, right?”

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[TRANSLATION] Art and Piece Issue 16 - Alan Chan about Leslie Cheung

“He climbed out of the pool and asked me, 'Don't you just think my shorts look so gorgeous and sexy today?'”

A BEAUTIFUL TUNE IN THE MIDST OF EMPTINESS

Alan Chan - Renowned Hong Kong designer

I am Alan Chan. I am a designer, and designed multiple album covers for Leslie Cheung.

In the 80s and 90s, I designed album covers for several big names and superstars. Some people even called me Leslie's "go-to designer" because of that, and I also witnessed a lot of high points in Leslie's music career. As I work in graphic design as well as advertising, I don't use a very personal angle in creating an album cover. Rather, I use the artist as a starting point, to accentuate the public image the artist had at that point in time.

The first time I helped Leslie create an album cover was in 1984. Capital Artists was beginning to realise that they needed to "package" or "dress up" their artists and came to me for help. And like that, I worked with Leslie for the first time on his album Craziness. Leslie was a gentleman - once he even invited me to have dinner at his then-home in Taikoo Shing after the album was done. To be honest, Leslie and I weren't very close, but we were both very emotional people. We didn't need to say much to understand each other. It was quite fun working on Craziness though. At the time Capital Artists was still quite new and our budget was quite small. The waistcoat, shirt and bowtie that Leslie wore during the photoshoot were actually mine, I just lent them to him. Fortunately, they fit.

I still remember when Florence Chan, Alex Chan and I waited outside the recording studio from noon until late night. When we heard the finished product of Sleepless Night, I really couldn't help but let out a "WOW" in my heart. We knew that this song would make him a superstar. Later when we went to Japan for the Summer Romance photoshoot, I had my eye on a pair of shoes while shopping there. When I went to pay, I found out that gor-gor had already kindly bought them for me. It's an unforgettable memory of mine. Those pair of shoes are almost completely worn out but I still keep them.

I don't really know a lot of artists, but Leslie is definitely the most artistic one. You can see this even in the details of his everyday life. When he moved from Repulse Bay to Kadoorie Hill, he did all of the interior design himself. The furnishing was very tasteful - he just knew how to pick and arrange elegant furniture. He was also a really easy person to communicate with about creating. We both trusted each other a lot in the design process. I knew very well that at some point, o matter if it's singing, acting, or any other sort of artistic approach, an artist should be able to think for themselves and not just follow the crowd.

Just like for the later Leslie '89, Leslie himself took the album cover photo, while I added some finishing touches and colour with aerosol paint. Or take For Your Heart Only. He knew what he wanted to do from the start and even prepared his own outfit. When he arrived, he put on the ring his lover gave him for the photoshoot, so in the end we used a more soft way to handle the cover in order to show Leslie's pure, loving side. Rather than expressing it to the fans, I feel like the concept of the album was for Leslie's own heart. Virgin Snow's aesthetic and typography doesn't look outdated even today. Final Encounter is also really worth remembering - I constructed a ten-or-so feet tall podium and used a vertical ladder to climb up there and take photos, it actually wasn't very stable or safe.

Mirages exist in all of entertainment business. All performances will have parts where we are "pretending" and this is called showmanship. The personality of an artist shows through your showmanship. I felt that the natural, creative energy that Leslie had was unique. No other artist had it. Leslie's beauty came with a sort of feminine sexiness, it was soft-spoken, and he wasn't afraid to show off his attractiveness. I remember during the photoshoot for the Leslie album cover, he climbed out of the pool and asked me, "Don't you just think my shorts look so gorgeous and sexy today?"

Not everyone can be him.

Translated by me (aka @dailylesliec on Twitter/Tumblr), do not repost without credit. If you like this translation, consider following me or buying me a Ko-fi! For the formatted PDF version of the article, click here.

#art and piece issue 16 #dailylesliec translations #leslie cheung #張國榮 #hongkong #cantopop #hk cinema #art and piece

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Thanks @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place for tagging me in the writing patterns thing! Yours are super interesting!

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there’s a pattern!

On the first day of History of American Capitalism, Steve sits in the second row as Professor Danvers covers the expectations she has for the course (History of American Capitalism)

“Bucky, you need to make friends who aren’t football players.” (Herodotus)

This isn’t the worst thing Bucky has ever done for his job, but it is the dumbest thing. (Masquerade)

Peggy Carter wasn’t wrong, Steve supposes, when she chose an office for her graphic design business with ground-floor windows that look out onto a busy Brooklyn intersection. (The Charming Man)

Steve has stood stoically supportive just to the side of the stage for approximately 900,000 speeches and debates in the last year. (Punched)

“Sif, you said this would be fun, but I find myself bored. Again,” Valkyrie says as she slices through the air with Dragonfang. (Chooser of the Punched)

Steve’s crammed in the back seat between Poppy and Sarah, who both insisted they absolutely had to sit by Steve because it was his birthday, and though Steve doesn’t quite track the logic there, he does find it sweet. (Full Hands, Full Heart)

It starts innocently enough. (Unpredictable Synchronicity)

Bucky drops his backpack on the floor next to his front door and closes his eyes in disbelief. (Lucky Screwdriver)

Steve had thought he was prepared for the green rolling landscape, the increasingly close and dense trees along the side of the highway. (Backhoe)

Well. Nearly all of them mention a character's name in the first sentence, the character whose point of view is telling the story at that time. Which is very typical, I guess, I do conscientiously try and do that so the POV is clear, but I never thought about how that would create a pattern, if that makes sense.

#writing things #tag games #point of vew #zenaida talks (too much)

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Atari 2600 Chronicles 1980 #2 - Space Invaders

The other big March 1980 release was also one of the first ever arcade ports not by the console manufacturer. Well, it's made by Atari, but the OG is definitely a Taito property. And it so happens that this, to me, is even more of an evergreen game than the arcade cabinet.

Not audiovisually, of course. I think this is one of the better looking 2600 titles so far, a remarkable step forward for the system- yet it's a very obvious downgrade with ugly bars in many places and weird, big aliens. Sound-wise, it gets the point across too, but faithful it isn't.

No, where this game absolutely hits it out of the park is how the game feels. It feels GREAT. Using my laser is really snappy, with the responsiveness of the traditionally stiff CX40+ joystick allowing me to react on time to most things that are happening on the screen. Makes it all the more enjoyable to someone like me, since i'm not the best at responding quickly normally speaking.

Another thing that helps me out is the lower difficulty of the default mode. Some may scoff at the somewhat slow enemy fire and the fact that you max out the toughness at the 5th wave, but you can still try to overflow the score afterwards if you need to get that gamer sweat:tm: going. ...And then do it 15 more times.

Yeeeeah, there's 112 modes in this game. Actually, make that 224- you can also double your shooter's size and make it even more tough for yourself and a friend. If you're alone though, only 16 (or 32 if you count for the aforementioned) are available. Still! That's crazy! I could only max out the difficulty on the first 3 of those, i'm determined to get the grasp of the other major ones at some point too. Astounding replayability, the best of any 2600 game so far by a long shot.

This is a must-own for any self respecting owner of the system. It's a revolution that holds it's own alongside it's big bro. It was the first home video game to crack a million sales and quadrupled(!) those of the 2600 as a whole. Beat that, Pac-Man! (Oh, it did...)

The Verdict

Graphics (7): A fairly close approximation of the arcade version. The sprites were more bulky at the time, so they could only fit 36 invaders on the screen. That's well and good, as are the new designs for them, they have their charm. Shame the enviorments are kinda messy. They had to pin down the borders of where you could move your ship, those are of differing colors too. The attract screen has lines on the side, those affect the scoring at the top as well. None of this is a deal breaker, but the lack of polish does shine through in that specific area.

Sound (7): Hits a bit better, though it still lacks some of the charm. The best attempted recreation is that the stepping nois (*not* the 4 note tune like before) speeds up dramatically over time and becomes a wonky, enjoyably silly drill when you're nearly finished. It does sucessfully up the intensity, though it is a bit loud and can get annoying in extended play sessions. The other sound effects are much the same, nice and raw but can get headache-inducing over time.

Fun Factor (9): Ohoho, what a delight this game is. I already explained most of why I really love to play it, so i'll keep it brief. If you are a Space Invaders beginner, this game is nice cuz the default mode is a bit more tame. If you're experienced, flip the switch and badabing, a new challenge awaits. All with perfect controls. It's even got a cheat for the default mode; turn the console on with the reset button pressed and you got two shots to fire at once rather than the single one like the original. That's my one complaint, I wish that would've worked with the other modes so I could feasibly see the 5th stage of the 5 individual gimmicks. Otherwise, this is early arcade perfection.

Longevity (10): Yep. 16/32 modes is MORE than enough to keep you occupied for weeks, if not months. And this is without talking about the ridiculous amount of multiplayer options. Annoying I can't try those, but the singleplayer offerings more than make up for it. I 'beat' the default mode, the one with moving shields and wiggly lasers seperately- the invisible Invaders and especially the fast lasers have me stumped with a smile on my face. Combining them only makes it worse. Try seeing the peak of mode 16 if you dare!

In Conclusion

#retro gaming #minuy600 #review #sona #atari 2600 #1980 #taito #atari #space invaders #minuy's must haves

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HOLY HECK I LOVE YOU SWAP AU SO MUCH. Can you tell more about the other groups cause man I love this world building so much.

oh hello there,,

it has been,, 2 months hasn't it :,]. i kept putting this ask off bc i felt like my brainrot wasn't good enough yet but I've reached a point where it feels like i'm taking waaay to long so hkjdhf here have my messy notes.

(Members placed on the far left are unit leaders)

ViviD/Express

An plays the bass, Kohane plays the keyboard, Honami and Ichika drums and guitar.

The role of the vocalist is dependent on the song, though An, Ichika, and Kohane sing a lot more than Honami (since the drums are more physically taxing).

Vivid for Vivid Street, Express as a reference to the book "Night on the galactic railroad". I imagine train motif and an arrow pointing to the right in their logo (graphic design is not my passion).

V/E formed last chronologically.

Ichika actually stopped going to school for a while after og l/n drifted apart, causing her to become listless and unmotivated.

She coped via playing music, and frequently found herself performing Miku songs on the streets. She also visited and performed at Weekend Garage quite often -> becomes acquainted with An.

Her performance style and An's clashed horribly.

An invited her to sing BRING IT ON with her either way when she recognised the song (An was still looking for her partner at that moment).

An and Ichika: Wow, that was horrible.

Kohane who stumbled upon them: ???? coolest thing i've ever seen!?

Kohane followed Minori to Vivid Street but got lost on the way, incidentally bumping into Honami who got there via searching "apple pie near me".

V/E met by chance, essentially, got transported to their SEKAI at that moment.

Their SEKAI is called the "After-school SEKAI", it has an extra area with a lot of graffiti on it.

Kohane keeps her glasses.

An: We gotta stand out in order to surpass RAD WEEKEND, now, if I start playing this bass with my teeth-

They butt head with Night*Hounds (Akito actually) on a daily basis. The two units are "rivals".

MORE MORE JUMP

Saki became infatuated with Haruka in middle school upon seeing a clip of her, effectively imprinting on her like a duckling.

Haruka's message of hope resonated with her greatly and prompted her to want to become an idol.

This will soon prove to be difficult when multiple agencies rejected her because having an idol with a history of chronic illness is too risky.

Upon returning to school, Saki was quite lonely because Ichika wasn't around and Honami and Shiho are distant from her. She's overjoyed to be in the same class as Haruka though. She did immediately gush over Haruka only for the other smile politely but awkwardly at her. She profusely apologised for letting herself be carried away.

She met Minori and became fast friends with her (Haruka fan 1 and 2), they found out about Haruka's retirement together.

They practiced dance routines on the roof for fun initially, supporting each other (and getting rejected by the same agency together).

Saki also grew closer to Haruka as a classmate. Because Saki is an angel.

Saki and Minori came up with the idea of a "Let's cheer Haruka-chan up!!" show.

Haruka reluctantly agreed. Upon seeing it, she sighed and started fixing the other two's movements and postures.

"Alright then, good luck, I'm going to leave now." "Haruka-chan..." (transported to sekai), the story beats for Haruka followed the main MMJ story pretty closely.

Eventually after going through her arc, Haruka agreed to help the two become idols, but she remained since she couldn't stand on stage without her legs trembling.

Uuh yeah, Saki seeked out Shizuku (who's already in N*H at the time) for advice -> got led to Vivid Street.

Yeah also Saki hid the fact she was hospitalised, discouraged by the amount of rejections she's gotten.

Eventually Touya got involved because Tsukasa got too maladaptive and started acting unreasonable about Saki hanging out with "a bunch of strangers".

He joined them on a whim just to make Kasa sit the fuck down and not be an ass.

Saki and Minori are gfs and Haruka and Touya thirdwheel them.

They have a pda jar.

Touya grows to appreciate having people he can perform with and gets his "I will be an idol /srs" moment later.

MMJ's whole thing is instead of changing to fit the standards of the current idol industry, they want redefine the concept of an idol, to make sure everyone can become an idol and bring hope to other people if they so wish to.

Night*Hounds (I don't have much info about them as of now bear with me)

Shizuku and Airi have already retired before the main unit story. They formed a musical duo called Lovely Day! for fitness and for fun. (gay people behavior)

Shiho and Akito met in a live house and immediately entered mlm wlw hostility mode. However, they eventually developed a friendly rivalry since they have pretty similar mindsets toward performance.

Shizuku and Airi unknowingly signed up to perform at the same live house Shiho was working at and left her flabberghasted.

Shizuku asked Shiho to joined them and Shiho refused?? At first??

My head is pretty blank but essentially, Shizuku and Airi proving they're not half-assing their performances and they're doing this because they genuinely love music; Shizuku struggling with her formal image as an idol, trying to break free from that mould while Airi just wants to sing because her previous manager didn't allow her to; Lovely Day! vs Shiho vs BAD DOG (solo ver) dynamic went on for quite a while before they eventually teamed up.

Shizuku: BAD DOG? well, personally i think dogs are quite nice :).

Night in contrast to the "Hi" in Hinomori, meaning "Day", Hounds because Akito. The * is ripped from Shizuku's old unit.

Shizuku dotes on Akito as much as she does her little sister and Akito shortcircuits bc "Is this?? How siblings act??"

Akito slowly driven insane by the Weekend Garage lesbian (V/E, 3/4 of MMJ, ShizuAi) takeover.

Yeah so the group bonds are very strong between V/E, N*H and MMJ just as much as WxS and Niigo are close with each other.

and that's all i have about them so far! I hope it was worth the wait :').

#sekai swap au #lore ramble #ask #anon

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