#ignore when i said that was gonna be my last post about the stream

[pluto-glow]

HOLY SHIT THAT AFTER CREDIT SCENE

#ignore when i said that was gonna be my last post about the stream #i am losing my mind #literally we were making jokes with people in call about like ‘haha imagine if they put an after credits scene like a marvel movie haha’ #I DIDNT THINK THEYD ACTUALLY DO IT

[earthtooz]

x : ABUNDANCE :*+ﾟ

in which: rin doesn’t know when to stop spoiling you and you don't know how to stop him either.

warnings: rich pro-athlete!rin, gn!reader- reader wears lip gloss and perfume but i am an avid believer that they are gn, rin is dramatic (tm), fluff, swearing. 1.6k wc

a/n: rin is a clown in my eyes LMFAO no but this was kinda self-indulgent and i just can't stray too far from itoshi rin before he inevitably pulls me back. haven't written anything for him in a while so it feels good to be back to my roots. also no i'm not off break lol i did say that i was still gonna write and come back to post hehe. ENJOY!! rbs appreciated !!

itoshi rin doesn’t know when to stop spoiling you.

and you didn’t know how to get him to stop spoiling you. you could never resist his presents no matter what shape or size, whether they were little nendoroids of your favourite anime characters to the latest designer bags, you would always accept them with a grateful smile. 

however, there’s always a tug of guilt at your chest that makes you little hesitant, not wanting rin to waste unnecessary money on you. yet whenever you make this feeling known to rin, he scoffs and waves your concerns off, ending the conversation there as he urges you to open his presents, more concerned about your reaction than how much money is being extracted from his account.

what’s the point of money if he can’t spoil you with it? that’s always been his philosophy. besides, it’s not like you’re forcing him to, so what’s the big deal?

if there was a certain brand of perfume you wanted, he was going to buy it. if you needed a bigger monitor then he’ll buy it. if you needed a streaming platform to watch a certain show on then he’d buy it too, not a problem. in fact, you’re sure rin is funding the spotify premium for your account because he got tired of all the ads he had to listen to when sharing headphones with you. 

despite rin’s insistence that he was more than okay to spend money on you, it didn’t stop the growing feeling of guilt festering in your gut. so eventually you stopped bringing up things you wanted to buy in front of rin, leaving to write them down in your notes app instead.

the pro-athlete doesn’t question the abrupt lack of complaints about things you needed to buy, leaving him blissfully unaware of the things you had been buying for yourself and him. 

this dance continues for a little and it’s not until date night three weeks later that he figures you out. you never stood a chance against rin’s perceptiveness especially when one of his favourite things to do was watch you get ready for said date nights, leaving it only a matter of time before he’d realise,

“looking gorgeous as always,” he compliments whilst walking up to stand behind you, dressed handsomely in a crisp suit with his hair swept sideways- a hairstyle he began to wore more often when he realised how often you stared at him during a boring sponsorship event which turned out a lot more eventful thanks to the simple hair change.

you smile at him in the mirror as rin places a kiss on the side of your head, hand going to your hip before situating himself on the bed, glancing down at his watch to check that you were still on time for the dinner reservation.

when he looks back up at you, his eyes zero in on the foreign lipgloss you were holding in your hands and the small smile rin wore falls into a scowl. rin knows he didn’t get that for you, and judging from the sleekness of the packaging, it looks new. he withholds his suspicions, brushing them off.

alarms blare in rin’s head again when he notices the foreign highlighter in your hands. contrarily, you remain ignorant to rin’s inquisitive stare as you lean in close to the mirror to apply the product, too used to the usual intensity of his gaze to bat an eye. 

the last straw is the perfume you use, spritzing it on your wrists, behind your ears and neck, doing a little fanning motion with your hands once you were done.

“okay, i’m ready, let’s go before we’re lat-” you say, turning around to look at rin, cutting yourself off when you notice the look of distraught on his face. “what’s the matter?”

walking over to where he sat, you leisurely lay your forearms on his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his cheek whilst doing so. the smell of your foreign perfume enters his nose and although it was a very nice and charming scent, the athlete’s nose scrunches in displeasure, eyebrows furrowing further. 

“do i have something on my face?” you ask, backing away. rin grabs your hands before you can stray too far. 

“no, not that,” he puts your hands on his shoulders again. “did you always have this lipgloss? and i don’t recognise this perfume.”

“oh, i bought it not too long ago.” 

he looks at you as though you’ve committed the most blasphemous offence against him, which, you did. “excuse me?”

“i bought it?” you reaffirm, a lilt of confusion in your tone. 

rin narrows his eyes, combating your confusion with scrutiny. “you bought it.” you nod. “with your own money?”

“duh.”

he exhales loudly through his nose and you can feel the judgement oozing off him. “no that’s not right. i have to fix this.”

abruptly swapping your positions so that you were now sitting on the bed, rin disappears into the bathroom, emerging with a pack of makeup removers before sifting through your numerous products, that look of concentration never leaving his face.

“we’re gonna be late, rin,” you say from where he planted you, watching helplessly as your boyfriend approaches to stand in front of you, crouching down to be eye level with you. rin takes out a wipe from the packet before gently rubbing it on your lips, touch contrastingly gentle to his fiery gaze. 

“don’t care. this is more important.” 

rin fiddles with the highlighter that he bought for you, opening it cautiously and using the same brush you always use as he carefully paints your skin with the glitter. it amazes you just how observant rin is as he traces all the spots correctly, knowing you down to of the most insignificant, tiny details.

he does the same with the lip gloss, opening the familiar bottle before putting a luxurious amount of the product over your lips. you don’t complain about it, not when rin’s nose scrunches in concentration and not when he makes a disgruntled noise because he overlined the lip gloss, wiping it from the corner of your mouth.

nevertheless, when rin pulls away, he admires his handiwork with a content grin, the scowl now fading. “much better,” he mumbles, grinning slightly. before you could say anything though, the athlete stumbles away to put your makeup away, returning with a bottle of perfume that he also bought for you.

“do not spray that on me. the scents will clash,” you threaten. rin blinks at you before grabbing your wrist, spritzing a small amount before repeating the same step on your other pulse points.

his actions were sweet and you understood that rin had good intentions, but through the endearment you felt for your lover, there is an undeniable feeling of dejection settling within you. “i liked the products that i bought,” you murmur, tone slightly downcast as you express your thoughts. “i like using my own money sometimes too, rin.” 

the smile rin wore falls ever so slightly as he looks at your somewhat-dejected form, crouching in front of you instinctively as to get a better glance at your face. 

“i feel horrible whenever you use your money on me. especially on things that are way too expensive and way out of my budget. i don’t want people- i don’t want you to get the wrong idea of us,” you confess the last part breathily, rubbing your arms awkwardly. “and i hate feeling like i owe something to you.”

“hey, you know that will never happen, we’re not like that,” he rubs a hand on your knee reassuringly. “i buy things for you because i know, and don’t talk about this lukewarm shit about ‘owing’ me. if anything i owe you for putting up with me.”

you let his words sink in with a sigh, focusing on the warmth of rin’s palm. 

“and i also buy things for you because you only deserve the best. none of that mediocre crap that anybody can buy.” 

“but what if i like the ‘lukewarm shit’?”

“then you need better tastes, but i guess i have no choice but to buy it for you.” he stands up ever so slightly to kiss you.

you back away, cutting him off with a press of your finger against his lips. “rin. no.” 

he gives you a withering glare for denying his affection. 

“that’s not the point. as much as i love and appreciate it when you do buy things for me, i would also appreciate it if you let me use my own money too.” 

the soccer player backs away, eyes scanning your expression to decide on what to say next. he sighs when he sees the determination in your face and like a dam giving out, it’s the first sign of rin’s stubbornness surrendering to your pleas.  “fine, i’ll respect your choice, but it doesn’t mean that i like it.”

you grin, pulling him back in for the kiss he wanted earlier, catching rin off guard briefly before his shock subsides, letting him melt right into you. your lipgloss was now effectively ruined but you didn’t have it in you to care much. rin could always reapply it for you. 

“but i’m paying for dinner,” he asserts against your mouth. 

“deal.”

you return home tomorrow to see the same products you bought for yourself on your shared bed. except brand new and still in their sleek packages. 

what were you going to do with rin?

#personally i'm abt to make out with him- what... who said that... anyways... hope u enjoyed !! #sorry if this fic isn't coherent #itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #itoshi rin fluff #blue lock fluff #itoshi rin x you #rin x you #rin itoshi x you #blue lock rin #itoshi x reader #blue lock itoshi rin #itoshi rin drabble #itoshi rin #itoshi rin bllk #blue lock

[poppy-in-the-woods]

Sneak Peek

Plot: Inspired by this post. Set during the lockdown, Noah's been ignoring you, and you're gonna make him pay.

Pairing: Noah x Female Reader

Word Count: 1534

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Tags: smut, teasing, sexting, oral (male receiving), double penetration, anal sex, somewhat public sex/exhibitionism.

Author's note: Some of you said you wanted a story about that idea, and before I knew what was happening, my fingers were furiously typing, and this is the result. Hope you enjoy it!

2020, the year the world came to a halt. You and your boyfriend, Noah, were trapped inside your shared apartment, and it was beginning to get kind of boring. There’s only so much stuff you can do inside before it gets repetitive. Even sex had started to get kind of predictable and uninteresting.

Lately, he had taken to streaming on Twitch, so that night, while he was streaming, you were on the living room, browsing the web on your laptop, desperately searching for a way to spice up your bedroom life. Then you found an article that seemed helpful and elaborated a plan.

Step one: buying some new risqué lingerie.

Step two: acquiring a new toy.

Step three: wait until they arrive and put on a show for him while he’s streaming.

Step four: success?

You managed to keep the packages a secret from him after they arrived, even when you had to thoroughly clean and disinfect the items, and wait a week after that so you could use them.

That evening he wasn’t looking at you. He hadn’t been looking at you for a while now, but you were going to make sure he’d look.

Noah had been streaming for half and hour now when he got the first text from you. Glancing at the screen he saw what you had written:

Babe [19:40]: I’m horny, come here.

He trailed off what he was saying while typing a response.

You [19:41]: I can’t, I’m streaming.

You didn’t stop at that, though, and he had to pause while going back and forth with you for a couple more messages.

Babe [19:43]: ☹ Pretty please? ☹

You [19:43]: I can’t right now.

Babe [19:45]: Your loss then.

He didn’t receive another message for ten minutes. The next one was a picture of your cleavage in a sexy red bra he was sure he hadn’t seen before. He smiled and pressed his lips together, but didn’t respond. He continued the stream as if nothing happened, though the picture was still on the back of his mind, like a splinter.

“No reply, bitch? Then it’s game on”, you said to yourself.

You snapped a few pictures in quick succession: a full body shot that showed your new lingerie set, one without the bra and completely nude.

You sent them, but he didn’t respond, and he didn’t even open the last message. Time to bring out the big guns.

Noah shifted uncomfortably on his chair. The increasingly sexy pictures you were sending were starting to make concentrating on the conversation pretty difficult. He didn’t open the last message, imagining what you would send next. He understood himself well enough to know that if he opened it, he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself, and he couldn’t leave his friends hanging now that the Mario Kart game was on, could he? No, sir, he was a man of his word and he was committed to finish.

But when his phone started buzzing insistently, he lost on purpose to look at it.

The nude picture wasn’t the worst (or was it the best?) you had for him in store.

Babe [20:23]: Wanna see my new boyfriend? Since you don’t pay any attention to me anymore, I had to get him.

The next message was a picture of a pretty realistic dildo, with a water bottle next to it, just for scale. Noah was a big guy, but that thing seemed bigger.

Babe [20:25]: How shall I name him? Noah II?

Next picture was the dildo, nested between your breasts, your tongue darting out to lick the tip.

He covered his mouth, stifling the unholy sound that was threatening to come out of his lips, shifting again on his chair. You surely had caught his attention, and he was starting to get hard. A new subscription popped in, distracting him. He lifted his eyes from the phone to look at it. The robotic voice read it before he could stop it:

UnsatisfiedGirlfriend06: Look at your phone, you coward.

And then, right after, a donation of ten dollars:

UnsatisfiedGirlfriend06: I dare you to ignore that. I double dare you. Bitch.

He looked at his phone. A new message had arrived. It was a video this time. No sound, just a close-up of your glistening pussy being penetrated by the dildo, going in and out, in and out, your fingers caressing your clit. Noah’s cock twitched in his pants, fully hard now. A new message popped in:

Babe [20:33]: Think you would be able to fill another hole? Or should I get another replacement for you?

He furiously typed a reply. If you wanted to play, he was going to play.

Your phone dinged.

Prettyface [20:35]: Replacement? Ha! You wish. Come here right now, and don’t forget to bring your new friend with you.

You looked at your laptop, with Twitch open on his streaming. It was still going on.

You [20:36]: But you’re still on streaming.

Prettyface [20:37]: Who’s the coward now?

You bit your lip hesitantly, looking at your laptop again. The camera showed that the door was not inside the frame, you just had to be sneaky and nobody would know you were there.

Noah didn’t turn around when he felt the door opening, but he backed his chair up a bit, opening some space under the desk. You crawled up to him, getting in that space. He pretended to drop his phone.

“Just a second, guys”, he said. Bending over, he put his face mere inches to yours. “You’ve been a very naughty girl”, he whispered. “To make up for it, you’re gonna suck me off while riding your new toy. And don’t you dare touch yourself or make a sound. Understood?” You eagerly nodded. “Good.”

He straightened himself, phone in hand, and left in on the desk. He lowered the seat and shifted once more, facilitating you pulling his pants and underwear down. His cock was already leaking some pre-cum, angry that it had been teased for so long.

You positioned yourself, guiding the toy back in your cunt, and once it was fully inside you, you took your boyfriend’s cock in your mouth, watching intently at how he reacted. Noah pressed his lips together, muffling a moan.

You kept sucking him, bouncing on the toy, using a hand to stimulate the rest of his shaft, and the other on his thigh to steady yourself. Thank god for microphones that filtered the unwanted noise, because even you were being quiet, there were still some sounds you couldn’t avoid producing, like the wet sound of your mouth over him, or the faint slaps every time you snapped your hips.

He abruptly closed the stream when he was about to cum. One of his hands flew to your head, keeping you in place while he came down your throat with a loud moan he was unable to suppress.

“Happy now?” he asked, still panting.

“Not yet. This was only a sneak peek”, you said, smiling. “I also bought a harness”, you informed him.

“What?” he said, confused.

“For Noah II. You always say you wished you had another cock to fuck my ass at the same time. Now you have it”, you explained.

He reopened the stream, acting like his Internet connection failed. He apologized to his friends, but said he was tired and was going to leave it there for the day.

He took your hand, helping you up and led you to the bedroom, where he proceeded to fuck you nice and hard doggy style, just like you wanted. Having him filling you up like that, in two holes at the same time, was a weird, albeit exciting, new feeling. Not so long after, your orgasm hit you harder than a demolition ball, leaving you exhausted. Noah still thrust a bit more, until he reached the climax too. You collapsed on the bed as soon as he was out of you.

“Okay, Noah II can stay”, he said, his breathing still shallow, his chest still rising rapidly, while lying next to you. “But don’t you ever dare to pull a stunt like that on me again.”

“Don’t ignore me for days at a time, and I won’t feel the need to”, you pointed out.

“Yeah, you’re right. This is pretty much my fault. I am sorry, babe, but I see you now”, he promised you.

“You better see me after what we just did”, you joked. You could almost still feel him inside you, like the ghost of a sensation.

“What about we shower, we clean everything, put on new sheets and go to bed early?” he suggested. “I want us to cuddle for a bit before sleeping.”

“Deal.”

“By the way, you looked so beautiful while I was fucking you, but next time I want to see your face, ok? The dildo goes in your ass, that way I can be on top” he whispered into your ear, once you were under the sheets again and his arm was around your rib cage, hand possessively grabbing one of your boobs.

“Missionary+!” you joked. “Fine by me, you know I love to see your pretty face while you come.”

“Same, babe, same.”

#poppy writes #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens fic #noah sebastian

[lowkeycasanova]

the fans love you

i feel like we all know that a lot of vinnie's fans send/spread hate whenever he's simply seen with a girl, but i decided to write this headcanon in which it's the opposite. where the fans absolutely love you

masterlist

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At first he didn’t know how to approach the situation. You know, finally telling everyone he has a girlfriend. He was also nervous about the reactions. Not that he gave a fuck about what people were to say about him, it was you he was worried about.

And how would he do it? Would he make a tik tok? Would he post a selfie with you on his Instagram story and let people put two and two together?

You told him you didn’t care about what other people thought. Well, maybe deep down you cared a little. Who wouldn’t? But at the end of the day, you couldn’t control what other people said about you and their jealousy.

Vinnie didn’t know the photo had been taken until Jett sent it to him. It was a picture of Vinnie sitting on the couch, you in his lap, kissing each other with your hands caressing his face and his hands wrapped around your waist. Whoever took it was at a distance and zoomed in to take it. It was a chill night at the house. You thought you were alone. Guess not.

Vinnie said, “fuck it”, and posted the picture on Instagram. It was the third picture out of six for his camera roll dump. And tagged you.

You braced yourself for the comments/notifications. Vinnie was giddy with excitement as he knew he just dropped the bomb and there was no going back now.

You told yourself that you were just gonna ignore it for now. Check back in maybe three days.

It hadn’t even been thirty minutes and you opened the app. Disregarding the new activity on your end, you went straight to his comment section.

“oh so we hard launching now?”

“babe, that don’t look like me”

“This was my last straw”

“bout to take a bath with a toaster”

“I’m actually sick”

“Who tf is this?”

“SHES GORGEOUS”

“Y’all acting like he want y’all.”

“You two are so cute!!”

“W post”

Of course there were going to be negative ones. But to your surprise, it wasn’t as bad as you thought. There were also a good number of positive ones.

You go to your notifications and it’s flooded. Again, the negative comments were there. Some asking who you were and why you were with Vinnie. Some putting the throwing up emoji. Nothing that you didn’t expect. Even Vinnie was surprised at the response, so far. He was sure he was gonna have to tell some people off.

In the days to come, he started posting you more since it the relationship was no longer a “secret”. And honestly, it came natural, not looking like he was trying to show everyone he had a girlfriend. He posted you like he would post his friends.

You did the same. Although you both made sure that a lot of things were kept private.

His fans loved that they could see Vinnie from your point of view on your insta story. They loved seeing him act silly while y’all were out to lunch or out shopping because you dragged him. You liked being able to give them that content.

When he would post a video on tik tok and you were in it, some people would be like “she’s OUR gf” and he’d be like “bro what?”

You had an account of your own but wouldn’t post all that often. Vinnie’s fans would comment on his videos, telling him to tell you to post more.

When he streams, he’ll get a lot of “where’s y/n?” comments from viewers. Sometimes they would ask so much that he literally has to say that you’re not even there at the house. He would fake being offended that they weren’t playing attention to his game play. Not that he could blame them. He couldn’t stop thinking about you either.

There would be mail sent to the P.O. box with Vinnie’s name on the packaging label but every single item was for you.

When out in public, fans were just as excited to meet you. You can’t even count how many selfies you took with them.

Even the guy fans. Now, Vinnie isn’t the type to really get jealous, but you could tell something was up by how clingy he got after.

It’s like they loved you more than him and honestly, Vinnie couldn’t have been happier at the turnout.

#vinniehacker #vhackerr #vinnie hacker #v.hacker #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie x y/n #vinnie imagines #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker headcanon

[sc0tters]

Shoulder to Lean On | Luca Fantilli

summary: when you try to help Luca settle into life without Adam, the last thing you thought was that it would turn into a fight.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing

word count: 1.05k

authors note: this is my first ever platonic pairing post. And I’ve got to say that I don’t hate it. We are back to writing things for cellys so here is something for the angst week celly!

This week had been tough on you all.

Adam’s birthday was coming up and all anyone could think about was him. Everywhere you looked you saw your boyfriend and it didn’t help that Luca had been in an upset mood the entire week.

You tried to support him in anyway that needed, you were there for Luca when he wanted someone to talk to, when he had someone to go driving late night when stress go to him.

So naturally you and Luca grew close over the few months that you had been back at school for.

But today was no normal day, the seniors were hosting a party to send the boys off on their hockey season “y/n!” Rutger called out over the sounds of music banging through the speakers.

A sense of panic ran through your body as you turned to see him “it’s Luca,” the boys teammate didn’t need to say another before you were hot on his tail following him.

Luca was sat on a bed with tears streaming down his face “Lu,” you cooed quickly coming to his side as you sighed.

He turned away wanting to ignore you “what do you need?” You asked placing your hand on his knee trying to calm him down “fuck off.” Luca grumbled surprising all of the boys who were stood by the door waiting to see you be successful.

You shook your head “you know I can’t do that.” Adam made you promise that you would keep Luca safe “just go away!” The boy pushed you to the floor “you don’t need to always come and fucking fix things.” Your eyes went wide as you watched Luca yell at you.

It wasn’t something that you were used to “enough Luca.” Nick stepped in helping you up as he sent you an apologetic smile “she should just leave.” Whilst you knew that Luca was stressing about so much more than what met the eye but you wanted to cry “night boys.” Nobody could argue with you as you pushed past them all.

To say that you wanted to lock yourself in your dorm for the whole day and not see anyone was a total understatement.

Even Adam’s calls had gone to voicemail as you didn’t want to let him know that what his brother said hurt you. Drunk or not it made you feel guilty that you couldn’t keep Adam’s promise.

But what you didn’t think was that your radio silence would send Adam right back to his brother. Your boyfriend was naturally concerned that you weren’t responding “hey bro-” Luca looked that he had just woken up as his voice was groggy.

The older Fantilli boy watched as the screen turned to a FaceTime call. Adam looked concerned as he locked eyes with his brother “is y/n okay?” His hand raked through his hair as he waited for an answer.

Over the last few weeks Adam learnt that you two were friends and as your friends scared him so his brother was his best option. Luca scoffed as the events from the previous night came flooding through his mind “she got all irritating.” The older Fantilli boy complained “you’re gonna have to go more in depth with me than that.” Adam shut the door to his room behind him as he didn’t want his parents hearing this if he yelled at his brother.

Luca had barely gotten all of his words out when Adam felt grateful that he was in another state so he couldn’t hit Luca “she cares about you, you asshole!” The NHL player blatantly pointed it out as he tried to wrap his head around his brothers stupidity.

The older boy let out a dry laugh “you’re gonna say that cause she’s your girlfriend.” Luca couldn’t let his feelings sit there for long as he could practically see the smoke coming from Adams ears “she literally told me last week that she enjoyed having you around because it made her feel like she was apart of the family.” Now his words had gotten through to his brother.

It was clear that the Michigan players face dropped “she did?” Luca frowned as guilt began to quickly eat at him “yeah she did.” Adam shook his head “so I don’t care how you do it but make things right with her so I can get my girlfriend back.” With that Adam hung up the call not wanting to say anything more to his brother.

Despite the fact that Luca and you still hadn’t spoke, you went to the opening league home game for the team. Rutger said that if you did decide to come he would put your name on the list of people allowed in the back.

Luca had been a wreck and he had his worse game of his collegiate career “you coming for dinner?” Rutger placed his hand on his teammates back as he sighed trying to lift up his mood “I should go see y/n.” Luca had put it off because he didn’t know what he could say to you that would make it all okay “I’m already here.” You blurted out causing the boy to look up from the ground.

It took Luca a few seconds to take the long strides needed to be next to you “hey lu-” you couldn’t even get your words out before he wrapped his arms around you.

With you he had never been the most physical person often preferring your presence than anything else “I’m so sorry.” His throat grew tight as he looked at you.

The lack of sleep that you had was clear as the circles under your eyes weren’t covered by the concealer that you put on this morning “you are stuck with me no matter how much you yell at me.” You let out a soft laugh.

You loved his brother and no matter what happened between you two now it wasn’t going to change how you felt about Adam “you are too good to us.” Luca sighed squeezing your body once more like he couldn’t believe that you were actually there listening to him.

A smile formed on both of your faces “maybe we should go tell Adam that we’re friends again?” Luca proposed as you laughed once more.

“I never stopped being your friend silly.”

#luca fantilli imagine #ambers 900 celly #Luca fantilli oneshot #umich oneshot #hockey imagines #hockey oneshot #imagines #oneshots #amber writes fics

[themidnightcrimson]

Philosykos. | e. olsen

summary: in which you dearly miss lizzie to an extent that can only be quelled by her scent.

warnings: top!lizzie, bottom!reader, fingering, lots of snarky dialogue, reader being a tried and true brat, lizzie being a brat-tamer, this is for all us whores who bought lizzie’s perfume a while ago, straight outta my maladaptive daydreams

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

masterlist.

Lizzie had been in New York for days now to promote Hattie Harmony. Usually, you went with her everywhere, even to promotion tours and events, especially ones like these where you were actually involved in the project itself. Lizzie always insisted on having you on her arm everywhere she went, which you didn't mind and, in fact, thoroughly loved that clingy trait of hers. This time around, you were sick.

The both of you had gotten sick shortly after coming back home from your Tuscan vacation which was incredibly ill-timed because Hattie Harmony was set to come out soon. Lizzie recovered more quickly than you did, just in time to jet off to New York for the first live reading and a few talk shows and live streams. You, on the other hand, were still recovering.

"Lizzie, I'm going," you commanded, watching her pack her carry-on bag for the plane. You were sat on the bed in front of her while she was fully focused on her bag, silently mouthing her checklist of items she always took with her on the plane. You felt as if you could cry.

"Baby, you're still sick," Lizzie finally answered you, right when you thought she was flat out ignoring you. She finally looked up from her bag and brought the back of her hand to your admittedly feverish forehead. "You're still burning up. You don't want to get all those kids sick at the reading, do you?" She picked up her bag and walked away from the bed, and you nearly fell off leaning after her.

"Oh, come on, you know it's gonna be full of 20-year olds," you scoffed, "Their immune systems are at their peak. I don't even have to go to the reading! I can stay in the hotel while you—“

"Y/n," Lizzie sighed, setting her bag down on the dresser and turning to you with that gently reprimanding look. Dimples formed in her cheeks as her face turned into a small smile. You looked so cute kneeling up on the bed, pouting with your big, watery eyes. If she could have it her way, she would simply stay home and take care of you. But the both of you had been working on this book for a long time, and even if you were sick, Lizzie needed to go out and champion the book around. She knew it was important to you even if you were feeling emotional in the moment.

"You can just stick me in your checked suitcase. That way all my germs will be contained," you said sadly, feeling as if there was a water balloon swelling inside your chest and threatening to pop and push tears through your eye sockets. Your lip was even quivering, and Lizzie had to fight back a laugh at the comicality of it.

"It's not just about you spreading your germs. It's about you getting better," she spoke softly as she came closer to you, taking your clammy face in her hands. You stared up at her with puppy eyes, but the dark circles around them proved that you were truly in no condition to take a trip. "Just stay here for a few days and get to feeling better so that when I come home, we can go to the L.A. reading together. I wish I could be here to take care of you, but please take care of yourself while I'm gone, okay?"

You carefully studied Lizzie's face—her glossy green eyes, smooth olive skin still kissed by the Italian sun, her smiling pink lips, her dirty blonde hair waved to her shoulders—as if it were going to be the last time. For God's sake, she was only going to be gone for a few days.

"Don't be dramatic," she playfully patronized, giving you a kiss on the forehead before leaning down to press her lips against yours. You leaned up to wrap your arms around her and pull her down on the bed with you, but she knew your tricks.

"Nuh uh," she said, pulling away from the kiss almost as soon as she gave it to you. She unwrapped your arms around her. "No spider-monkeying me into staying. And I don't want to get sick again." She gave you an apologetic look when you huffed and visibly deflated, falling backwards onto the bed and letting your arms spread out and flop on the mattress as you plopped onto it, lulling your head to the side as if she had killed you. Lizzie shook her head with a smile. "What did I say about no dramatics?"

"You're going to see your East coast mistress, aren't you?" You sighed loudly and stared up at the ceiling with melancholic contempt. "Lana Del Rey was right. The other woman will always cry herself to sleep."

Lizzie, standing against the bed, leaned over you and placed her fists on either side of your waist, staring down at you. "That's why I told you to stop listening to Lana Del Rey."

"What would you rather me listen to? My internal screams of agony and despair?" With that, you flopped on your side like a fish so that she couldn't see your face anymore. Of course, it only took one hand to your arm to pull you back over onto your back.

"I'd rather you listen to me," Lizzie said in a quieter, more serious but still light tone. "Make sure you drink lots of water, and take your medicine every 6 hours. And whatever you do, do not leave this house, okay?"

"What are you gonna do next, lock me in your basement, pervert?" you chirped.

Lizzie tilted her head and nodded. "It would make my life a lot easier."

You couldn't help but smile, giving her a light slap on the arm so that she apologized through her laughter. "I've got to catch my flight," she whispered.

"That's too bad. I slashed your tires," you whispered back, clicking your tongue.

"When? While you were asleep until noon today, or when you were taking a bath for an hour and a half?"

"Careful, I'll sneeze on you," you threatened, but Lizzie only scrunched her nose at you and started tickling you, causing you to break out in giggles as you squirmed under her, trying to push her hands away from your exposed midriff.

All the laughter caused you to start coughing, turning to the side so you wouldn't cough on Lizzie and hacking like someone who definitely shouldn't be on a plane. Lizzie gently patted your upper back and rubbed it in slow circles, but she had that know-it-all look on her face when you turned back to look at her, your face flushed. "Still think I'm wrong about making you stay home?"

"Yes," you blurted, to which Lizzie just rolled her eyes.

"Old dogs never change, I guess," Lizzie said before leaning in and giving you a big kiss on the cheek, blowing a few raspberries there just to make you giggle with delight. She pulled away with a gleaming smile, reaching down to caress your face and rub her thumb over the spot she'd just kissed. "I really have to go, okay? I'll call you when I land, and I'll see you in a few days, okay?"

"Okay," you quietly answered her, finally deciding to be compliant and not a snarky brat for once. You stayed laying on the bed with your arms spread out as Lizzie leaned up and slung her carry-on over her shoulder, pulling out the handles from her suitcase.

"Water. Medicine every 6 hours. Sleep. Put a cold rag on your forehead. Check your temperature every few hours," she reminded you as she started hauling herself through the bedroom door.

"You're not my doctor," you lilted, although you were appreciative of her care, and Lizzie knew that. You were just feeling bratty, which she also knew.

"Well, I'm a college-educated woman telling you basic fundamentals on how not to have your brain burned up by a fever," she said with a cheeky smile.

"The college education that only took you five and a haaaaalf years," you mocked her, to which she only gave you a playfully threatening look.

"I love you," she told you as she was halfway through the door.

"I love you," you earnestly responded before she disappeared, and you listened to her walk through the house and leave through the front door before sighing to yourself, already drowning in the loneliness and silence in the house.

It was going to be a long few days.

+

It was, in fact, a long few days.

It was worse enough missing Lizzie while getting over your fever, but seeing all the pictures of her online made it feel like a living hell. She looked so cute and adorable at the reading and at the GMA show that you nearly had a temper tantrum at how mad and upset you were that you couldn't be there. Not to mention, you were getting incredibly lonely.

The night before Lizzie was set to come back, she was going to be on the Tonight Show. Watching that nearly ended you. She was so lively and effortlessly funny, and as you lay in bed giggling at your phone screen whose blue hue lit across your face, you felt an overwhelming sense of sadness. She hadn't texted you much over the past few days because of how busy she was, but as you were watching the clip on YouTube, your video was interrupted by a call from Lizzie. Excited like a schoolgirl, you immediately answered it and brought the phone to your ear.

"Hi," you answered in a rush of breath.

"Hey, babe," Lizzie's voice came through on the other line. It wasn't as good as hearing her voice in person, but it was enough to bring you some relief. "How you feeling?" She yawned after her question, and you could hear the sound of sheets moving, signaling to you that she had probably just got in bed and was about to go to sleep. After all, it was 10 P.M. where you were which meant it was going on 1 A.M. in New York.

"Completely better," you told her truthfully. In fact, your fever magically went away the day after Lizzie left, as if the universe was simply being homophobic. "I could have flown there today."

"Would've been too much trouble," Lizzie said with another yawn. "My flight is at 5, so I'll be home around noon tomorrow."

"5?!" you repeated, realizing that Lizzie was probably only going to get a few hours of sleep.

"We ‘ave the reading tomorr’ even…" she told you, and her words were starting to slur together, her voice getting deeper and softer. You could tell she was utterly exhausted after doing Zooms and the Tonight Show all evening. She was supposed to fly home tonight, actually, but her flight got cancelled and the earliest one was at 5 in the morning, which gave her just enough time to get home and get ready for the reading which you would be able to go to.

"You should get some sleep," you told her. As much as you wanted to stay up and talk to her, you knew she was going to crash if she didn't get at least a few hours of shut-eye.

"Mmmm," she hummed, and you smiled, knowing she was already halfway there. She shifted in her sheets again, taking in a big, deep breath before exhaling. "Mmmm—miss you," she mumbled, her voice cracking.

You could have just shattered right there in bed at the sound of her sleepy voice. She had only been gone for a few days, but you and Lizzie never spent that much time apart because you were always able to go with her to everything. You missed her so, so terribly bad.

"I miss you more," you whispered, closing your eyes and pretending she was there. She murmured something incoherent, and you decided you needed to end the call so she could sleep. "Goodnight, Lizzie. I love you."

"G'night...love you," she mumbled, and you waited for a few moments before you took the phone away from your face and hung up. Tossing your phone aside, you felt as if you were sinking. You just needed her in your arms, holding you, kissing you, touching you.

Quickly, you rolled over to her side of the bed and smushed your face into her pillow, inhaling deeply. You could faintly smell the scent of her shampoo, and it brought you slight comfort. You imagined burying your nose in her hair instead of the pillow, but the lack thereof made you even sadder. Huffing, you jumped up from the bed and went into the bathroom, looking through Lizzie's products in the tall cabinet beside the sink. She had taken a lot of her daily stuff with her, including what you were looking for: her perfume. Luckily, you knew she had a couple copies of her solid perfume because it came in a refillable case, meaning you just needed to dig through all the shit in the cabinet and find the fillers.

Finally, you did. You grabbed onto the case of Lizzie's perfume that she had been wearing ever since you met her—Diptyque's Philosykos. You opened the package and took out one of the bars of perfume and immediately brought it to your nose.

The warmth that washed over you was incredible. You could feel your several days' worth of anxiety seemingly melt away and all your muscles slowly relax as the familiar scent of Lizzie flooded your nose. The perfume was inherently masculine, which was something you had found dripping hot since your very first date when she had leaned in to kiss your neck, and you caught a whiff of her perfume. Yet, it had a light, natural tone to it, one of fig and wood. Your nose was accustomed to this scent, and all you could really smell or think was Lizzie.

After rolling some of her perfume onto your neck and wrists, you had a brilliant idea. Quickly, you rushed into your shared walk-in closet and started rummaging through her clothes, looking for a very specific piece of clothing of Lizzie's that you loved so much. When you thought she must have donated it or lost it, you finally found it.

It was her navy blue NYU sweatshirt. Already big on Lizzie, it was even bigger on you. Gleefully, you went into the bedroom and tossed the sweatshirt onto the bed and starting stripping out of your pajamas, leaving nothing but your panties and socks on. Pulling Lizzie's sweatshirt over your body felt like a warm hug in itself. Falling onto the bed, you hugged yourself in her sweatshirt and rolled around on the mattress, imbued with happiness and comfort. The shirt also smelled like Lizzie in a different way, in that way that peoples' clothes do.

Grabbing your phone and standing up, you decided that you wanted Lizzie to have something to wake up to tomorrow before her flight so that she'd be even more excited to come home. You dropped to your knees in front of the full-length mirror. The soft glow of the lamp provided a dim light in the room, but you were still clearly visible in the mirror. You kneeled, sitting on your ankles, angled the phone towards yourself in the mirror. Taking the end of her sweatshirt, you carefully pulled it up to expose your stomach and the pair of sexy panties that Lizzie always loved. Once you snapped the picture, you sent it to her and then plopped yourself right into bed, deciding to sleep on Lizzie's side of the bed with your face buried in her pillow.

+

You hadn't gotten such good sleep the past few days as you did last night. Surrounded by the essence of Lizzie and completely cleared from your fever, you were able to sleep peacefully and hard—so hard, in fact, that you didn't even hear Lizzie coming home the next morning. Her flight had boarded early, and the airport was pretty clear, so she was able to get home earlier.

When Lizzie walked through the door, she had braced herself for you to come rushing and jumping into her arms, and probably knock her right over onto the floor. To her surprise, you were not waiting at the door for her, and the house was silent.

Lizzie was happy to find you asleep in the bed. When she woke up and saw that sexy picture you had sent her last night, she had to deal with being frustrated for all throughout her flight. Not to mention you were asleep, so you never even texted her back as she made her way across the country with plenty of vengeance in mind.

But now here you were, laying in a fetal position, cradling her pillow to your face. You were still wearing what you were in the picture—her NYU sweatshirt, a pair of practically see-through lace panties, and ankle-high white socks that gave you an adolescent look.

Lizzie couldn't decide if she wanted to ruin you or to take a picture of you. She decided to do both. Taking out her phone, she snapped a quick picture of you to complement the one you had sent her saved into her camera roll, then she carefully crawled onto the bed, trying not to wake you up. She was so tired from her flight, and she knew she needed to get a quick nap in before needing to get ready for tonight's reading, but you were just irresistible, and she had missed you so much.

Gently moving you onto your back, Lizzie spread your legs apart and sat between them, taking one of them and laying it over her lap. She let her hand run down your smooth leg, all the way to your inner thigh. Her eyes focused between your legs as her hands went there, too, taking the hem of your panties and slowly dragging them down your legs. Once she had them off you, she tossed them to the side and licked her lips at the sight of you.

"Missed me so much, didn't you, honey?" Lizzie whispered, moving her hand to your mound and rubbing it, letting her hand slip lower. "But I'm always having to come home to tame this brat of mine," she muttered to herself with a smile as she pressed her fingers into your clit.

You twitched in your sleep, your head lulling from side to side as you started to wake. Lizzie moved her hand down to your entrance, her gentle fingers collecting your wetness.

"So soft and wet for me, baby," she remarked, her free hand rubbing your shin as she played with your pussy. She let her fingers circle your hole and dip in only slightly before she moved them back to your clit and pushed rhythmically against it.

When she trailed her fingers through your wet folds and found your hole again only to sink two fingers inside of it, your eyes fluttered open. You were confused at first as your sleepy vision struggled to clear, but your lips were falling open as you felt something moving inside you. Opening your eyes fully, you nearly screamed when you saw Lizzie sitting between your legs, staring at you with predatorial eyes.

"Lizzie!" you gasped, going to sit up, but she jutted her fingers sharply inside you, causing you to fall back against the pillows. Your gasp of excitement turned into one of pleasure as Lizzie curled her fingers deeply inside you, causing your hips to buck. "Lizzie," you reiterated.

"Let Mommy play with you first," she husked, watching the way your wetness was glistening around her fingers whenever she pulled out. Your internal temperature was hot either from sleep or from your recovered fever, but the feeling was extremely pleasant around her fingers as your walls tensed around them. "I've missed you so much, baby."

"I've missed you too," you breathed, reaching down and grabbing hold of Lizzie's leg. She smiled and tilted her head, watching you as her fingers pumped inside you. She loved the way you watched her with pleasure-drunk eyes, and you loved the way she watched you with admiring ones. She fingered you slowly, letting herself explore and feel your pussy as you writhed in front of her. Her eyes watching you was almost as unbearable as how slowly she was touching you.

Lizzie pulled out for a moment only to slip a third finger in. Lizzie's fingers were already long, and adding width to that made you moan, hooking your legs around her as your back arched off the bed.

"Were you a good girl while I was gone?" she questioned with a lustrous voice. Your juices were coating her knuckles now, your pussy making a sloshing noise every time she pumped her fingers inside it.

"Yes, Mommy," you breathed.

"Did you take your medicine and drink water like I told you to?" she asked, in more of a caring way than a patronizing one. You were becoming too dizzy with pleasure to answer, so you only nodded, and she rubbed your calf soothingly. "Good baby."

You started to let out whines of pleasure as you came nearer the edge. Her fingers were curling hard inside you now, her thrusts faster and more forceful. Your hips were trying to meet her hand, but when her thumb pressed into your clit and rubbed it, you were too lost in pleasure to even try to meet her movements.

"M-Mommy," you whined as you came, mouth falling wide open. Your hand came down and latched around Lizzie's wrist, trying to get her to stop moving her hand, but she continued to finger you and rub your throbbing clit even after you came. Finally, when you were pushing her hand away with your feet, she pulled out of you.

She crawled up your body and laid over you, bringing her fingers to your lips and slipping all three inside. You sucked on them, tasting your own juices and being sure to lick every ounce off. Lizzie watched you with sparkling eyes, realizing just how much she'd really missed you and how happy she was to be home with you again.

When she pulled her fingers out of your mouth with a pop, you stared up at her and grinned widely before latching your arms around her shoulders. "I'm so happy you're home!" you squeaked, raising up and giving her a sloppy kiss on the mouth. Lizzie smiled into the kiss and held you close to her, tasting some of you on your own tongue.

When you finally pulled away to let the woman breath, she stared down at you with a smirk. "I guess I'm kind of glad I'm home," she joked.

"Don't act too cool," you dryly spoke with a roll of your eyes. "You literally shouted 'the squirters' on live national television last night."

"Just proof of where my mind was," she said with a giggle before leaning down and encompassing you into another passionate kiss.

#elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #wanda maximoff #lesbian #lgbt #smut #nsft #top!lizzie #elizabeth olsen x f!reader #elizabeth olsen x y/n #elizabeth olsen smut #elizabeth olsen fluff #elizabeth olsen x reader #lizzie olsen x reader

[rainbow-flavoured-skittles]

Hey Mom, Dead Mom

Bonus chapter: You won’t believe the mess that we’ve become

bonus chapter has arrived! this was originally a scene from the second chapter, but it ended up with so much Cole and Jay interaction that it would have caused the whole fic to be unable to be read as a standalone. I still really like it though, and it explains a few things in ‘Cause daddy doesn’t love me, mommy is a god, so I’m posting it as a bonus chapter. this is cross posted to ao3 as well

~

Cole dialled the number slowly, as if it would delay the inevitable. He watched it ring three times before Jay picked up. “Hello?” He said.

“Hi, Jay,” Cole said softly. “It’s Cole.”

“Cole!” Jay exclaimed. How did he manage to sound so happy when Cole had been ignoring him for months? Cole had been expecting anger and yelling, not Jay sounding like this call was his birthday present. “Whatcha need? Do we have to get kicked out of another cinema?”

“I need to talk to you about stuff,” Cole decided to say. Best to get straight to the point rather than dance around it. Pun not intended. 

“Talk about what?” The concern was evident in Jay’s tone. 

Cole took a breath and got it over with. “I’m being sent to boarding school.”

“WHAT?”

“Yeah,” Cole said. “I’m leaving on Sunday.”

“B— but why?” Jay sounded so hurt. Cole wished he could stop Jay from being hurt. 

“I don’t have a choice, Jay,” Cole said over the phone. “I’m sorry.”

Jay’s voice was very small. “Can we at least meet up? Before you leave?” The twelve-year-old asked. 

“Yeah, sure,” Cole said. He blinked the tears out of his eyes. “Tomorrow? It’s the only day I’m free…” Dad wanted Cole to be packed by Saturday, since he was leaving on Sunday, and tomorrow was the only day he could sneak out.

“Okay,” Jay sounded choked up, like there was something stuck in his throat. Cole imagined that he was crying over the phone. 

“See you,” Cole said. Then he hung up before Dad could see he wasn’t packing.

~

The next day came much too slowly. Cole spent most of the night practicing what he was going to say to Jay, how he would apologise for not being around for so long. Cole really wasn’t good at this whole ‘being a good friend’ thing. 

When tomorrow finally came around, Cole jumped out of bed and got dressed as quietly as possible. Most of his clothes were already in the suitcases, but a hoodie and pair of jeans were still out. Cole put them on and got out of the house quickly. Dad was at work, because he couldn’t be bothered to help with anything, but better safe than sorry.

The cafe they’d chosen to meet at was decently busy when he arrived. People streamed in and out, clutching cups of coffee and talking on the phone. One man was so distracted that he almost lost his wallet twice. Cole picked it up for him and watched him go out the door cursing. Kind of rude, but Cole didn’t care. He was too busy waiting for Jay.

“Hey,” a voice said, and Cole turned to see Jay sliding into a seat. “Haven’t seen you in a while, Rocks-for-Brains,” the familiar nickname made Cole smile.

“Same.”

Jay clasped his hands together. His expression was grim. “So, you’re really leaving? No offence, but your call yesterday didn’t explain a lot.”

“Yeah, I am. My dad’s forcing me to go,” Cole’s voice was thick. 

“So we’re never gonna see each other again?”

“I don’t know,” Cole shrugged, and it was the truth. Dad wanted him to stay at MOSPA even during breaks, so that he could ‘build character.’

Jay sniffled and wiped a tear away. “If this is the last time we see each other, it’s gotta be the best one-and-a-half hours possible.”

“I’m sorry for not being around and ignoring you,” Cole said suddenly. He’d been wanting to say that ever since Mom died.

“You were grieving for your mom, dummy,” Jay narrowed his eyes. “You still are. I mean, yeah, you were a bit of a jerk, but it’s not like I was mad. And even if I was, it’s all forgiven.”

“You’re supposed to be mad and screaming at me.”

“Do you want me to? I’ve been doing drama lately, so my vocal cords are really good. We can do the whole ‘old married couple screaming at each other’ thing.”

That made Cole laugh a little. Jay was exactly the same as he’d remembered, always cracking jokes and trying to make people smile. “No thanks, I prefer not getting kicked out of places.”

“You sure? We can even flip a table and throw coffee,” Jay sing-songed. 

“That’s a safety hazard. Coffee is really hot.”

Jay rolled his eyes and turned to the counter. “You want anything? I’m buying.”

“No, I’m buying, since I’m the one who was a jerk,” Cole stood up. 

“Nuh uh, oldest pays.”

“It’s only six months,” Cole glared. They were already back to their old dynamic, which was nice. He’d missed hanging out with Jay. 

“Six months is enough to be half the year.”

“Yeah, so you’re old?” 

Jay gasped in mock horror. “I am not old!“

“M’kay, grandpa.”

Jay stuck his tongue out at him. “We’ll split it fifty-fifty,” he said. 

“Fine.”

~

A hot chocolate and muffin later, it was past two in the afternoon. Cole shot up when he saw the time — he had to be back home soon!

“I’m sorry, Jay, but I have to go,” he packed up his stuff and closed the backpack.

Jay looked at him understandingly. “Your dad’s gonna be back and you have to get home.”

“Yep,” Cole said. He pulled a little box out of his pocket and handed it to Jay. Hopefully the stuff inside wasn’t messed up from being jostled around. “Here, this is for you. A goodbye present.” He pressed the box into Jay’s hand.

Jay looked at it curiously. “What is it?” He asked. 

“I already told you,” Cole said. “It’s a goodbye present.”

“But what’s in it?”

“You’ll have to figure it out yourself,” Cole smirked. He gave Jay a hug and ran out the door. He hoped that Jay liked the bracelet.

#bruise childhood friends au #ninjago #ninjago fic #ninjago au #lego ninjago #jay walker #cole brookstone #cole hence #ninjago cole #ninjago jay #ninjago fanfiction #cole ninjago #jay ninjago #kit's writing #I am unhappy with the ending but I ran out of juice so this is what you get

[pancake-breakfast]

When I said I wasn't ready for this to end on my last post I didn't intend to then not post until the weekend, but somehow using TriMax to try and soothe my JJK feels didn't seem like a good idea, so here we are.

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 14, Chapters 4-6 below.

Chapter 4: Never Give Up! Never Surrender!

CW: Blood (in color)

This honestly seems like an odd title given how suicidal our main character is, but let's run with it. Maybe it's referring more to the Earth Fleet.

Vash, asking important questions.

WTF, why is dead Legato just standing there screaming? Like, yes, I get that him standing around screaming in an unsettling fashion is totally in character for him, but... he's dead, yeah? Or... is it Vash screaming? I mean, I feel like screaming is generally the appropriate response to Legato showing up.

What the...? Surprise Wolfwood. He looks in pretty good spirits for a dead man.

Dang, that's a lot of ghosts.

OMG it's REM.

Wait, is he dying? Like, I know he's dying, but is he dying dying??

Oh, he hit a wall between him and them. He must not be quite gone yet. But gods, his hair looks fully black here.

Oh, wait. It has just a bit of lightness in it still.

Vashie looks sooooo tired.

Meanwhile, humanity is trying its very, very best to communicate with the Plants Knives has absorbed.

Ooh, looks like the Plants are forming Opinions.

That's a big boom.

Oooh, critical failure for Earth Fleet.

The good news is Knives and/or the Plants he's merged with just saved all of Humanity on Noman's Land. The bad news is everyone still has to deal with Knives.

Hahahahaha, this kind of spirit is the soul of Trigun. Thanks, girls.

You're right, Meryl. It's absolutely too heavy a burden for him to carry alone. I hope he knows you feel that way. And not just you, but so many others, too. I hope he's at a place where he can accept that.

Wait, what cracked Meryl's helmet?

Eyyy, Vash is conscious again!

Chapter 5: Ticket to the Future

Where's he stuck? Limbo?

Ahhhhh! He heard Meryl's words!

Oop, feather to the face for Vash, too.

I like how he calls himself Vash the Stampede in his head. Not Vash. Vash the Stampede. You have to say the whole thing.

I still don't know what the hell he caught, if anything.

Dang, Knives isn't even gonna bother slaughtering the humans. He's just gonna leave them to rot.

What is that noise, Knives? Is it maybe your sisters? Are they now making their noise un-ignorable?

Were you really united? Did you ever actually check with them? Or did you just assimilate and assume that because the assimilation took, they were in agreeance?

It's not just Vash at this point, though, is it?

Wait, is Vash gonna plug into Knives? Ohhhh, he does not look enthusiastic about this move.

Sooooo much giant Plant underboob.

Oh, Vash is going to plug himself into the connection they've set up to try and talk with the Plants. That's hella dangerous. Has he ever been plugged into anything before? What if he can't maintain his sense of self in there? Though I guess Chronica could when she plugged into Domina... but that was only a fraction of the entity Vash is gonna jump into, and the entity he's gonna jump into includes Knives.

Hahahaha, I feel like Knives telling Vash not to touch him is exactly the fuel Vash needs. Big sibling energy here.

This looks distinctly unpleasant for the both of them.

Everyone's screaming for ice cream here.

Eyyyy, the giant fused entity is dissolving! Presumably into feathers.

Yyyup. Feathers. Weird-shaped feathers.

Wait, is Vash falling?

More screaming, but this time in Japanese.

LOL, it's not tenacity but recklessness. Fair. This is Vash we're talking about.

I feel like I keep saying this, but Knives doesn't look so good.

I keep saying that about Vash, too, but it continues to be true.

All these freaking feathers. I'm STILL blaming CLAMP for this.

Chapter 6: Mind Games

Memories for everyone!

Yeah, Meryl's allowed to panic a bit when she gets inundated with foreign memories again.

But look at her, doing her best to stay focused. She knows Vash is at his limit and she's doing her best to support him.

UGH, HE CAN FEEL HER EMOTIONS!!! HE CAN FEEL THEM!!!! That there's a rare genuine Vash smile. He may not know if it's gonna work, but he's so grateful for her effort and support. He's glad she's here for him right now.

This is a Thing. Everything dissolves when communication ends. When there's no more room for it, whatever the reason may be.

Heh, they call Vash "Red Brother." I approve. I think he'd like that.

Love and Peace, yo.

They're leaving Knives.

I bet in Stampede, if they get this far, everything will dissolve into flowers. That is NOT LESS CLAMP-LIKE.

Ooof, there's just a mess of bulb-less plants lying everywhere now. That seems dangerous for them.

This guy doing what he can to communicate via a feather. I approve.

This scene. I love this scene. I love the tenderness of his touch on the one Plant's head. I love how he changes his words from a statement of fact, a demand and a command, to a desperate request. I love her smiling peacefully through her tears.

Vash is up and on his feet!

WHAT IS THIS?!?! WHAT IS THIS PROMISE THAT HE'S NEVER MADE BEFORE?!?! WHAT IS THIS WILL TO LIVE AND TO COME BACK AND TO SPEND TIME WITH SOMEONE HE CARES ABOUT INSTEAD OF RUNNING AND RUNNING AND HIDING AND ISOLATING??!?! WHAT. IS. THIS?!!?!?!?

After watching Stampede, I read somewhere that someone was saying how those who were familiar with the series were gonna have fun explaining to Stampede-onlies how Knives getting destroyed in July is just him being dramatic. Looking at him missing HUGE CHUNKS of his body and yet still somehow maintaining his basic shape, I can't help but think he's being dramatic again.

"My head's killing me." You don't say? Maybe it's because HALF OF IT IS MISSING?? What a freaking dork.

I... honestly don't know if what Vash is aiming for here is something that can be defined as "freedom."

Howwww can there only be two chapters left??? [insert panicked hyperventilating]

Chapter Archive

Trigun Vol. 1: Covers + 1-3, 4, 5-6, 7-8, 9-10 || Vol. 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Vol. 1: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Vol. 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7 || Vol. 4: Covers + 1-2, 3-5, 6-7 || Vol. 5: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 6: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6

Archive Intermission for Formatting Reasons!

Vol. 7: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 8: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5 + Bonus || Vol. 9: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 10: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-8 || Vol. 11: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 12: Covers + 1-3, 4-6, 7-9 || Vol. 13: Covers + 1-3, 4-6, 7-9 || Vol. 14: Covers + 1-3

Extra Credit Archive

Trigun Vol. 1: Nebraska vs. Vash's Motivations, Vash's Loneliness, Vash's Depression (pt. 2 of post), Soupy Brains || Vol. 2: Coin Factoids || TriMax Vol. 1: Lina, Vash, and a Haircut || Meryl, Vash, and the Pursuit of Happiness || Vol. 5: Knives, Vash, and Hatred for Humanity || Vol. 6: Coping Series: Wolfwood, Meryl, Vash || Vol. 8: The Uncoordinated Counterattack || Vol. 9: Justice, Punishment, and Mercy, The Tolling of an Iron Bell || Vol. 10: Crucifixion Symbology (pt. 2 of post), Merging of Families, Being Childlike (And Why God Hates Chapel) || Vol. 11: New Hair, New Outlook

#trigunbookclub #trigun maximum #volume 14 #pancake thoughts

[wutlaikalikes]

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🀄️ Holostars Golden Week Mahjong Cup!! 🀄️

date: May 2, 2024 18:00 JST on the official Holostars channel

hosts:

Yukoku Roberu & Utai Meika

participants:

Arurandeisu & Maitake

Kishido Temma & Marutake

Aragami Oga & Virtual Gorilla

Utsugi Uyu & Amaki Pururu

waiting room: 【役満な���か】国士無双大三元九連宝燈ってなんですか？ゲストと大盛り上がり！【#ホロスタGW麻雀杯】 link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N1v-mVky_MY

just my thoughts. ignore everything under this line.

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This is so cool! I've always wanted Temma and Marutake to collab again but I didn't think it would be this way. This is gonna be fun! Then there's Pizza Manager and his son, Arurandeisu and Maitake. Two teams formed from the latest VCR GTA event!

I bet Oga and Virtual Gorilla has collabed before but I just can't recall. Considering both has been vtubers for a while, I bet they have. Both vtubers are scary looking but silly guys that have the deepest voice among the participants!

Has Uyu and Pururu met before? gosh, I'm not sure but if they did I can imaging it being in a VCR stream. Uyu the gaslighter and Pururu with her endless energy. I want to see this duo!

And the hosts!! The two are known to be talkers and both have very infectious laughs!! The hosts alone is already a riot!!

I'm going to try and watch this though I don't know anything about mahjong. The only thing I know about it is that my mom and other relatives love to play this together when they meet up. lol

I was looking through the quote retweets of the official post and found that Arurandeisu, Temma and Uyu doesn't know how to play mahjong but will study it. Temma already streamed playing mahjong last night. Aruran will study with Maitake according to his quote retweet.

Oga on the other hand just said...

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translation: I'll do my best with Gorilla-Niki. By the way, the only rule I know about mahjong is that if you lose, you have to take off your clothes.

#utai meika #marutake #virtual gorilla #holostars #uproar!! #holostars notes #arurandeisu #yukoku roberu #kishido temma #aragami oga #utsugi uyu

[el-writes-things]

sweetest flower, flower of mourning ❀

!! spoilers for kaveh’s story !! !! cw: de^th !!   

im gonna post some of my old writing here, just for fun :) it’ll be a while before i’m able to actually write anything new other than my series, but i’ll leave these! plus, manifesting kaveh hehe~

(absolutely begging someone to teach me how to format on tumblr my inner aesthete is in pain)

i wish every kaveh wanter good luck!

°˖✧✿✧˖°

The summer was always the worst.

Kaveh picked the mourning flowers with a careful, gentle hand, making an attempt to save his pants from the water with the other. A fruitless effort, it turned out, and he quickly abandoned it as he waded deeper into the shallows, the bouquet of red flowers growing in his tenderly clenched fist.

It didn’t take long, unfortunately, and he found himself sitting on the shore on the other side of the stream, his pants muddied and his heart and hands heavy. Sorrow and flowers, flowers in sorrow. Up, down, same thing, he thought, recalling the line in the book he’d read when he was younger. What did it mean, to have it all be the same? Where were the lines to differentiate between rational thinking and emotions? That’s what he longed to know. A way to cut the sadness out and replace it with cold, unfeeling calculation. Perhaps there was a plant for such a thing. Mentally, he put it on a list of things to ask Tighnari. 

“Mehrak, what time is it?”

His mechanical briefcase drifted towards him, flying gingerly as if the water might touch her. She shook herself before projecting the time on the hologram.

“I see. And when will Alhaitham be home?”

The green-tinged hologram changed, a blinking countdown of when his roommate typically returned from his duties as Scribe.

“Can’t stall for that long, can I? Alright, then. Can you carry these for me? Let’s get back.”

He threaded the flowers securely through her handle and began his trek back across the stream.  

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Kaveh tried to stall as much as he could, walking slowly or backtracking to look for something he’d allegedly dropped, but it was all too soon when he arrived at his father’s grave.

It was well kept, despite the constantly busy nature of his son and the absence of his wife. Kaveh had ensured that it was always in peak condition. Even now, he placed his vision to the side and knelt to clean off the tangle of vines and weeds that had attempted to reclaim the site since his last visit by hand.

The thorns caught on his skin, but he ignored the way it felt, only shoving at the plants with more vigor. This was the very least he could do for his father.

His task completed, Kaveh released a small sigh. He laid his own flora offerings down, brushing the long-wilted flowers from weeks ago aside. They crumbled at his touch, floating in a cloud of blackened plant fibers back into the wind.

“Hey, Dad,” he said, then groaned slightly at the crack and rasp in his voice. He cleared his throat before going on. “Sorry. I know you always told me to take care of myself, but I haven’t slept so well in the last few days.”

Idly, Kaveh arranged some red mourning flowers with more care under his artistic eye. Not that his father had any capability to care about the state of his grave, but Kaveh wanted to make it as nice as possible. He cared, even if no one else did anymore. “Well. If I’m to be honest, I haven’t slept very well since Mom left. Or since you died.”

He laughed, if only to fill the spaces between his words, if only to fill the silence. “I’m pathetic. I have to go.”

Quietly, carefully, he began to rise. He picked up his vision and his sweater. He glanced at the headstone once more.

“I’m sorry. It’s all my fault, and I’m sorry.”

Though his apology was twice as pathetic as he was and felt weak on his lips, Kaveh couldn’t stand to stay another minute. He was never strong enough to remain for more than a few short minutes. It stung to think about all the things he couldn’t do. With a final blown kiss and murmured prayer, he turned to go, ignoring the tears gathering at the edge of his vision.   

°˖✧✿✧˖°   

His keys were gone.

Frantically, Kaveh patted his pockets, desperately hoping to find their cold metal outline against his fingertips.

No such luck. His hands came up empty and he groaned, hitting his head lightly against the door of the home he shared with Alhaitham.

“Why today? Please, Haitham, I’m begging you to just be a little more-”

“What? Careful?”

Kaveh turned, sighing with relief. His junior stood behind him, half lit by the setting sun behind him, half in the shadows of the awning above the door to the house.

“Thank the archons. I wasn’t about to stand here all night waiting for you to come home. Open the door.”

Alhaitham ignored his words, taking a step closer to him. Kaveh backed up, confused, but the Scribe only advanced further.

His back hit the door, and he could feel a small blush creeping up his cheeks at the sudden and intense scrutiny of Alhaitham. “Um, Haitham? What are you doing?”

His calm teal eyes met Kaveh’s red ones steadily. One hand reached up to cup Kaveh’s cheek softly. He could feel the warmth spreading across his face, a fire of telltale pink that gave his secrets away with every second it deepened.

“You’ve been crying.” His voice held utter conviction, leaving no room for Kaveh to attempt an argument.

“Astute observation, my favorite junior. I didn’t ask for a diagnosis, though. Open the door,” he said, his temper flaring up. He didn’t want to have this conversation. He wanted to go to his room, collapse on his bed and sleep until it was dark and the tavern was lively and he could make lonely souls into his dearest companions, if only for a few hours. Anything was better than being alone. Anything was better than being here, all too close to his roommate who was probably about to make some snarky, taunting remark about-

“Are you alright?” was Alhaitham’s gentle, caring response.

It was then that Kaveh realized that he hadn’t let anyone take care of him, or even try to, in years. He hadn’t let anyone close enough, only focusing on maintaining that outer image of complete and total competence, to convince his mother, to convince them, to convince everyone, or maybe just himself, that he was fine.

Tears blurred his vision and he cleared his throat against a sob. Kaveh covered his eyes with one arm, his other hand clenching in a fist. He couldn’t break, not again. He couldn’t cry again, especially not here.

But when Alhaitham said, “I know,” his voice as tender in the simple words as Kaveh had ever heard it, his shoulders shook with new cries, unable to stop himself. He did nothing to stop him as Alhaitham’s arms wrapped around him, and he held the architect close on the steps of their shared home.

#kaveh #alhaitham #haikaveh #kavetham #genshin fic #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #cw: death #writing

[mbav-obsessed]

Sooo...I’m conflicted.....

TW: Grooming, grooming allegations

Okay, so I just wanna say something about Atticus’ allegations because it’s been a couple days now since finding out and I have thoughts. Ones that may have changed since my initial reaction. That, and I’ve been getting tons of anon questions regarding how I’ve been doing since then.

First off, I wanna say that people may not agree with what I’m about to say but HEAR ME THE FUCK OUT, OKAY? Please don’t immediately come for me and yell at me. Hear me out. Okay? Okay, here we go, long post ahead…….

If you’ve been following this blog for the last couple of days, you’ll know that I’ve decided to log back on here and see everything I’ve missed. That being said, you can probably imagine how shocked I was when I saw a post from someone else saying something along the lines of “Sooooo is Atticus just gonna ignore these allegations oooorrrrr….?” And I’m like “Hold the fuck up….what did I miss? WHAT ALLEGATIONS???!??!!” My jaw dropped and my heart shattered after looking it up and watching the victim’s two TikToks (the first was the initial one exposing him and the second one explaining how everything happened).

My immediate reactions were shock, anger, disappointment, disbelief....you name the negative emotion, I probably felt it. I even texted my sister and told her what was happening with proof.

My reaction was so strong because Atticus actually has responded to my comments on Instagram and Twitter multiple times over the past 9.5 years. They’re on here if you look DEEP through my archives. Nothing even close to how he responded to her, but he’s aware of my existence.

Now, I mention this because not only have I been one of his biggest fans since I was 14 (I’m now 25, turning 26 in less than a month), but I’m also in a wheelchair. In my mind, I was thinking That could have been me....I’m 2 years older than her, but he could have noticed the chair and targeted me....

Nobody has ever taken advantage of me like that, but that was the thought that went through my head because I know people can be sick and do that. I was just shocked that he would even have the audacity to talk to a 16 year old girl with THAT intention later on.

I unfollowed him on everything I had him on because why wouldn’t I? I even thought about deleting his music and MBAV off my devices.

It has been a couple days now and I’ve had time to cool down and really think. Now, I want to say that I in NO WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM CONDONE WHAT HE DID. Because NOBODY in their 20s, no matter who they are, should ever be trying to flirt with an underaged kid, let alone a 16 year old. I also 100% believe the victim and my heart goes out to her, and I hope she continues to heal.

(Now for the part people may attack me on.....) With all of that being said...I want to give Atticus the benefit of the doubt. I hate what he did, it bothers the hell out of me, but as far as we know, he hasn’t done it to anyone else. Once is still disgusting, so I’ll probably still back off and not support him as much as I did before to keep my guard up, but I don’t think I’m going to cancel him completely.

For example, I’m still gonna watch the upcoming 3rd season of The Hardy Boys when it comes out but that’s because I’m already invested in the show, and it’ll be the last season. Same if anything ever comes up for My Babysitter’s a Vampire because come on, why the fuck wouldn’t I?! However, I will not be going out of my way to spend money on his content (his music, his movies or shows if I can’t stream them, etc). Same goes for here, like, I might reblog or make something related to a show or movie he’s in, but not actually him (interviews and whatnot). However, this may also change as time goes on or if he fucks up more.

So yeah. I’m conflicted. TL;DR: I absolutely hate what Atticus did and am disgusted by it, but I’m not outright cancelling him for it while still keeping my guard up.

You guys can do whatever. Cancel him completely or not, I get it and I support you

#Atticus Dean Mitchell #Atticus Mitchell #Long rant

[valentinesweetheartspecial]

Im really using 300% of my brain right now to properly understand the parallel of Takara and Yuujin to Yamazaki and Sayoko right now. I think maybe if I write it down I’ll suddenly have a revelation mid-post. So this got long so here’s a read more. It’s my stream of conciousnwss but it’s a thought out one but also it might not be coherent but also I love you

The first and last pages here have me the most puzzled, and in turn make the second and third (same scene) confusing because I can’t properly understand who’s supposed to be who. The fourth is confusing because I can’t tell who “your” refers to, if it refers to “you” as in the personal you (stepping over your Own life) or the literal You (stepping over someone else’s life). The general consensus im having here seems to be that it’s Yamazaki trampling on Sayoko though. Also it’s tough to figure out how/if Aki fits into this metaphor, from what I can tell, any references Aki makes to the play and Takara+Yuujin serve to further flesh out her perspective, not to explain her relationships the way the parallel is supposed to be doing for the other two…..Basically, the question here is, Who is Yamazaki and Who is Sayoko in this metaphor? Did Takara’s honesty trample over Yuujin’s life? Did Yuujin’s honesty trample over Takara’s feelings ..? Let’s explore these options

Yuujin is Sayoko, and his life was trampled on by Takara/Yamazaki: There’s some pretty strong evidence here that works both against and for this argument. Yuujin has completely abandoned his life to put his all into Takara’s. This isn’t something Takara asked him to do, though, Yuujin kind of just decided to do it. However, that might not matter if you put this example into pages 2&3, where Takara is reciting what are seemingly Yamazaki’s lines….”I never said I wanted you to quit the revolution and be by my side forever” becomes “I never said I wanted you to give up your life to make me a star” and “When did I say I loved you and that I’d never let you go?” stays the same. This has a level of willful ignorance on Takara/Yamazaki’s part though, because actions speak louder than words……Yamazaki still sought out, pursued and charmed Sayoko, Takara still allowed Yuujin to give his life to him. Following this sort of translation, Takara questioning Yamazaki’s love for Sayoko isn’t necessarily him saying he no longer loves Yuujin, it’s him wondering whether he’s still allowed to love him after having inflicted his current state upon him. The most confusing part of this set is how the first page fits into this though. Yuujin/Sayoko’s feelings being trampled on by, and let’s get specific here, Takara/Yamazaki’s honesty. What is Takara’s “honesty”? Is it his desire to act? His love for Yuujin? His (ex) relationship with Aki? answer: I have no fucking clue. This is why I can’t completely subscribe to this answer no matter how compelling it is and no matter how much evidence I conjure up for myself to try and believe it. Next up is

Takara is Sayoko, and his life was trampled on by Yuujin/Yamazaki: yeah I don’t know about this one this is gonna be a rough one to defend here. i thought this was viable but um well not anymore whoops here’s the mid post revelation I was talking about . This is very clearly a question now of what Takara’s “honesty” is and not who fits into what role . Well . It’s late. I will think about that tomorrow in another longer post . Anyways ,

Yuujin’s lines in pg2 here👇 as Kumada are written explicitly to be directed at Takara and they basically inspire him to come to his “culmination”, to take Yuujin’s years of teaching and care and put it into something greater, right ….Takara’s answer to that is the final page here and of volume 4, where he decides to become the world’s greatest actor (which, by the way, completely contrasts what was said about him at the beginning of the volume).

If Takara is supposed to start out one way and end another in each volume (his relationship with Yuujin being the focal point of all of these and developing differently throughout the whole series), then in this volume, these two pages probably sum that up perfectly

Yeah. So in conclusion here I think that Takara feels guilty for having “trampled” over Yuujin, but with this last chapter of volume he’s realized that Yuujin stands on this current stage having “lost” Takara, and i suppose Takara’s way of paying it back to him is to become the worlds best actor …? Somehow that feels too simple to say . I’ll probably workshop all of this . It’s getting kinda late so I’ll wrap this up for now

Thanks for reading all that. You’re the best

[valhalla-awaitsfor-us]

A day has passed since the announcement and i just feel like i wanted to organize my thoughts, as bilingual person, about the unite dsmp.

Ignoring the fact that haters exist and there is nothing we can do about, the United smp is still a tricky situation. Because no one is going to argue that including more communities into the spotlight is a bad thing. As a bilingual i celebrate it. However the main reason why this whole situation feels weird is the timing. And no, with this I dont mean Dream actually created and implemented the codes in 2 weeks. Thats impossible. There is no way he saw the qsmp and said "Omg im gonna copy his idea!". That's simply not humanly possible.

But the timing of the announcement is bad timing. With Q server just having started 2 weeks ago, he already announced something like this? Im not gonna sit here and say he is a malicious person who planned it all along because he is jealous like half twitter is saying, because i don't know the guy, for all i know he just didn't thought too much about it and thats all. And that's fine, he can be a cool person and still choose the wrong moment to announce a project. Whatever it is, Im talking about the timing, not about dream as a person. Q has taken 2 years of his life immersing himself in a different community that now he can call his own. Its just bad timing to choose to make the announcement now, just when Q passion project, that he has been preparing for years, launched.

Aside from the timing, I have a personal appreciation of the united smp, so I wouldn't call it a critique perse because this might be just me: The live translation takes aways the fun from the learning experience. I feel this post can explain a little better my thoughts froma linguistic point of view. (It is a little aggressive at the beginning not gonna lie, but they explained brilliantly in the last reblog my feelings about the live translator). But basically, i would argue that it isnt the same as watching a netflix movie with subtitles. Because these one are gonna have mistakes in the translation, but that's fine, right? it would be fun! However, after the amusement of the novelty it gonna get tiresome trying to compute what you understand and what you are reading, all while trying to decipher which words are correctly translated and which one are not. It doesn't seem like is gonna be very organic, and yes, i watched Dreams latest video. That was the fun part, but i'm just saying that i still dont see it as a tool to implement in a smp. Not to mention that 60 people is a lot for a project like this (Especially if every language is gonna have a ranking? whats that about?)

And my last thought have nothing to do with Dream, but with the community: I'm just upset at how after Quackity decided to take a leap and risk everything by starting to stream in spanish until creating a whole community was just considered as something "Great!" o "Cool!". Im tired about how when Spreen invited Karl to his stream a bunch of views didn't even show up, didnt hype it up, didnt care that much. It's just bothersome how when Rubius invented english speakers to the squid craft its was "amazing!!" (And dont even let me start talking about twitch screwing over the event) but when a monolingual person from USA does it suddenly is groundbreaking, suddenly he is changing everything.Me and the rest of the hispanic community have seen time after time how twitch screw us over, choosing the english community over us in a heart beat. So it's kind discorging not to see more praises to the hispanic community, because witouth our creators this wouldnt be happeneing in the first place.

So yeah… those are my closing thoughts.

#united smp #me

[we-all-fall-underground]

Sorry y'all i meant to do the expression meme, but as soon as I did the sketches, my motivation dropped to zero, but I'll post the sketch. On a more serious note, i should probably decide whether or not to keep up this blog.

I've been struggling to feel motivation for my characters since August of last year, when i last updated the comic. This was always meant to be an interactive blog, but I've since dropped Undertale, and I've since dropped rp, and i can't bring myself to care about the story anymore because i just can't finish it. After all, i could summarize it in a few sentences. I could write, which would be easier, but there's no interaction for reading. It's more fun when there's interaction. And on top of that, my art feels unsatisfactory. I'm not liking how i draw them anymore.

That being said, i think I'm going to just. Stop. Take a solid break and ignore this blog. I'm going to keep doing what I've been doing, which is streaming games on Twitch, or playing vrchat. I'm gonna hang with friends and keep supporting their endeavors, but I've given up for my artistic stuff. Perhaps I'll open commissions and do regular art, fanart, over on my art blog. It feels easier drawing other people's characters anyways. I'll keep writing and posting to discord. I'm just done with oc art for now. Am done with this blog for now. So thank y'all that popped in asks and reblogged my stuff. Hopefully y'all will still be around when i pick things up again.

#mun speaks

[danthropologie]

I watched the podcast and daniel def tries to deflect from those questions and is (imo) very uncomfortable and laughing in awkwardness - def not excusing it tho!

immediately putting it under a cut so people that don't want the discourse can ignore 😭

a couple things i want to say before i say anything else:

these are just my opinions about it. i don't expect anyone else to agree with me, and honestly, i would encourage other people to form their own thoughts and opinions, cause everyone is going to respond differently.

i'm just gonna say it once for the record and then i'm moving on. we're not dwelling on it, i'm not open to further discourse about it, please don't send me anything else about the situation or about anything i've said here because i will be ignoring and deleting it.

now on to the asks themselves:

ok so here's the thing: yes he did deflect to a certain extent, but to me it read more like someone that's been pr trained out the ass and knew that certain jokes or topics were toeing a line they shouldn't touch than actual genuine discomfort, especially as the podcast went on and the jokes kept being circled back to. there were multiple instances where, in the midst of these long misogynist bits from the hosts, he'd sit back and joke about how he's getting a free comedy show. there was the way that after they'd finally moved on from that first, long ass bit and started asking him genuine questions, before answering, he brought it back up to jokingly ask if they're done with that topic now, which of course brought on another round of the joke. and then add to that the comments about bringing them out to a race and wanting to hire them as his personal shit talkers on the grid and things like that...it just felt like there was a constant stream of, like, endorsement of what was happening from him (which of course there was cause he's literally the one that chose to go on there in the first place!!)

i do still like him, but it's also a lot more complicated for me than it was before. like on one hand, it’s been acknowledged over and over that this sport is literally garbage from top to bottom, these men are not the place to look for moral guidance, etc., and so i’m not necessarily surprised by any means when something like this happens, especially considering the fact that this is not the first time he’s said or done something stupid and it probably won’t be the last either. but on the other hand, when it comes to this situation specifically, for me there’s just something so visceral about watching a man in his position—someone with a largely female fanbase that he’s actively and directly profiting off of through his merch—finding that sort of shit funny. it’s gross, it’s shitty, it doesn’t feel good to me, and it’s one of those things where if i knew someone personally that had done the exact same thing, i’d be reevaluating where i stand with them yk? so right now, i’m kind of at the point where i’m still working through those feelings and trying to figure out if this whole situation is something i can personally move past. but either way, i think i’m definitely gonna start thinking twice before giving him quite so much of my money 🤷‍♀️

nothing to add! the whole thing is genuinely just so stupid to me on every level and i can’t imagine what he or anyone on his team was thinking booking it. like you said, even if they agree with it or find it funny or whatever the fuck, you’d think there’d be at least one person with enough of a brain cell to say ‘hey maybe it’s actually NOT a good idea to endorse this publicly.’ but as i said in that post, not surprising that this happened (and that it’s not the first time he’s been on a questionable podcast in the first place) when he’s surrounded by such a homogenous group of yes men 24/7 lmao

i’m saying this with all the love in the world: i really REALLY think that’s a decision you need to be able to make for yourself, rather than be told by someone else. everyone’s going to have their own perspective and their own feelings about it—some people are going to say he deserves to be cancelled, some are going to find ways to excuse it or justify it or explain it away, and others will fall somewhere in between—so the most important thing is figuring out what you feel based on your perspective, rather than just following some herd opinion about who qualifies as a Good Person on tumblr dot edu yk?

#dan #answered #anonymous #once again do i tag this anti ricciardo #just in case people don't want to see it #idk

[royaletiquette]

𝐓𝐄𝐍 NINE 𝐐’𝐒:  

1. When are you usually online?

In the afternoon and late into the night at the moment due to work schedules. Literally this time last year I was getting off of work around the time I'm getting out of bed now. But I'm always lurking, watching videos or streams while playing a game or working. 

2. What verses are you involved in?

None? I’m not in any fandoms and I’ve never been compelled to create a verse for Hibi to fit into a specific media. I feel comfortable with the current selection I have now to morph those if need be to fit other’s. I only had the main verse in the past so it’s nice mixing it up a little, though.

3. What is your biggest RP pet peeve?

I guess someone consistently being on and active on the timeline but only writing with a one or two people. It just feels rude when it continues for months to the point of it being a theme. Like being invited to watch my friends play while I sit and pretend to tie my shoes. I don’t even care if you reply to a thread 8 months late if you at least vaguely acknowledge prompts or memes and aesthetics that I’ve dm’d you. By then it’s like, ok have fun, I’m gonna go find people that wanna pass the ball to me every now and then too.

Also muns that don’t understand that your muse doesn’t have to be and yes, but you do. Like I get it, Hibiya hates a lot of people. He’s a selfish, fake little dude. That’s why you work together to create situations that force muses interact. 

4. Are you drawn to specific types of muses?

In terms of writing myself, none specific. Probably blissfully ignorant characters. Hibi’s the only muse I write and other people I come up with I just save for DND. In terms of writing with, I adore OCs because canon muses make me feel like I’m on thin ice half the time. Honestly this might just be a concern from back in the day? But I need to be told where you muse comes from and the rules of that universe, not just a little bio of likes and dislikes. You can be a naruto muse all day, but I don’t know more than there’s a 1 through 9 tails thing and that one really good opening song. So I get very worried it’ll be assumed I know who it is just because most people know your muse’s canon because it’s from popular enough media, cause I promise I don’t.

5. Are there reoccurring themes in your writing that people might not notice?

I don’t think? If anything, I feel like my writing partners point out themes that I don’t even notice. History repeats itself, coming of age to an extent, identity. I’ve said it recently but I’d love to explore more themes through Hibiya’s work like corruption through power and good verses evil type of deal, but I have to figure out the right situation/people for that cause I don’t know. 

6. What are your favourite RP trends?

I think one thing that feels really different and cool now, compared to when I stopped writing cause school, I feel like everyone just has so much love and investment in one another’s OCs. I see a lot of posts that was like “back in my day, reblog karma, rarara,” but like, I don’t remember partners sending memes and shit unless it was for jokes, let alone unprompted headcanon asks and multi paragraph prompts. Maybe it’s just the small part of this community I’ve shoved myself in, but everyone just seems to really care about the world of another’s muse, whether it effects theirs or not. And I think that’s the sweetest thing.

Oh I also love mobile friendly about and rule pages. That's really sexy and cool, especially when it’s not a google doc.

8. How do you feel about duplicates?

Honestly, I would kill to see another fleshed out Hibiya. In the past, there were a handful for sure but I can honestly only think of one that stayed around for more than a few months. The kiss of death I think is only/mainly interacting within the fandom, which I feel is why there are no duplicates. Back in the day there were enough of us, but once the shipping was kinda said and done, they left. I feel like that’s the main reason why I continue to be inspired by Hibi compared to other people that write/wrote him, because I am rarely writing with fandom-preestablished relationships. 

9. How long have you been involved in roleplaying?

2013? I wrote Izaya privately for like a year and then brought Hibiya to tumblr.

10. Is there a muse or verse you could write in, but haven’t?

I’m so boring, I’m not really into any fandoms, even Durarara’s honestly, so I can’t think of the last time I felt drawn to throw myself into a character or setting that wasn’t Hibi’s. If anything, I’d love to better fully realize the people in their lives. Their parents, kids, some maids, people in their nobility, just make their world feel more alive, but also to feel more comfortable writing those people as NPCs. Which I’ve been giving a lot of thought to lately and hope to eventually create a small bio for everyone. For no one else but myself really. 

If there was any other muse I could write, I can see myself writing an historical figure. Couldn’t tell you who cause I dunno, but like, centuries old, the type of person where most of what we know is hearsay. 

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#i stalked back to try and find number 7 and no one has it LOL #honestly with the pet peeves thing #ive never really cared if it takes a while to reach out and start plotting #cause i know im slow if i dont immediately get a spark #but i wanna write with someone i see as a friend and vise versa