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celestiaras · 3 months

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‧₊˚✧ ❛[ oh ver, my dearest ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by anonymous ˚₊ ⊹

ft. ver vermillion x f! reader — xsoleil, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ since it’s your first time, he promises to be gentle┊1.9k words

contains: smut!! dom ver & sub reader┊established relationship, mentions of ver fantasizing, mentions of masturbation (both ver & the reader), first time together & reader’s virginity loss, nipple play, fingering & receiving oral, gentle unprotected sex, slight corruption kink, some praise & body worship, pulling out, pet names (baby) & true love, it’s so fluffy, mentions aftercare

➤ author's note: good god this took way too long and i had to fight the urge for ver to call the reader ‘babygirl’ for the memes because it would ruin the mood

ver vermillion is your high school sweetheart who’s also your first in everything romantic: your first serious crush, your first date, your first relationship, and your first kiss. he’s your first love, like a prince charming from the movies you watched when you were little. he’s the man you can see yourself settling down with and marrying even though you previously never thought your relationship with the busy student council president would last this long. and, of course, he feels the same way! you’re the apple of his eye and he adores you more than anything, just waiting to stabilize your young adult lives before officially tying the knot. everything in your relationship is perfect with healthy communication about wants and needs resulting in little to no fights!

except there is one thing that he keeps secret from you, that being his physical desires. he doesn’t want to rush you when you aren’t ready or make you ill at ease about something that should be pleasurable so he keeps his pent-up frustrations to himself, making use of his fist and his seemingly infinite list of dirty thoughts regarding you that he has tucked away in his mind. unfortunately, it leaves him feeling somewhat hollow on the inside once he finally reaches for some tissues to clean up after himself. doing it alone relieves the tension at the moment, but it leaves him longing for you even more. despite these shortcomings, it solidifies his resolve even more. he is, of course, a gentleman above all things. your comfort and happiness come above everything, reminding him that your first time together will be even more special when it happens.

the importance he’s placed on this moment makes it feel like a wet dream when it actually happens, not quite the first make-out session you ever had but indeed the first time he’s had you under him like this with dim lighting to help set the mood. you smell like his cologne in his oversized hoodie, notes of vanilla and bulgarian rose mixed with the scent of your shampoo that clung to your damp hair. he ran his fingers through your locks to pull your face closer to his, deepening the kiss and pulling soft moans from you in the process as you hooked your arms around his neck. he was so close to you, bodies pressed up right against each other and making you feel feverish from the inside from want and knowing that you were being wanted.

his hands began to explore your body, reaching under your clothing to trace the outline of your hips to your upper thighs. a slight whine from you made him pull back to check in on you, “is this okay? do you want me to stop?”

“n-no, please, ver… i want…” you were so ethereal and fuckable in that moment that he felt himself twitch in his pants just by looking at your pretty face, lips slightly puffy and pupils dilated with lust. he always finds you beautiful, but something about how innocent you looked with all of your cute tantalizing sounds as you squirmed from his touch had him feeling restless. “i want you."

ver’s heart fluttered and he placed one last chaste kiss before resting his forehead on yours, “don’t worry, i’ll take care of you. i promise to be gentle.” he’ll strive to practice constraint to make sure that your first time will be remembered as romantic and intimate, a step forward together to further strengthen your bond. in time when you’re more comfortable though… he’s going to straight-up ruin you— turn you into his lovely little cock-slut who’ll beg for him so sweetly… but he’s getting ahead of himself.

he’s never seen you so exposed like this, his eyes practically glued to your chest and mesmerized by what the lamplight allowed him to see. whenever he almost catches even a glimpse of you, you would hide away calling him a pervert, but you can now see that you were right even if you were joking. ver was always a boobs guy, you suppose, bringing up his hands to cup your soft breasts just marveling at their size and shape that wasn’t hidden away by a bra.

“don’t stare…” you muttered, “it’s embarrassing.”

ver simply hummed in response, slowly raising your hoodie to remove it from your upper body and leaving you in nothing but your underwear. he turned his focus back on your tits, taking one nipple between his index and thumb before following his instinct to move his mouth to suck on the other. it’s such a foreign sensation since you tend to neglect your bust when experimenting with yourself, but you now realize how sensitive they actually are as you begin to whimper from the feeling. you’re usually so quiet because you were self-conscious about how loud you could get when excited, but oh, you sounded like a song with every moan that rewarded him for his actions as he popped his lips off one hardened nub to give attention to the other.

as nice as it was, you desperately craved more stimulation to soothe the aching heat blooming in your core— not even realizing that you were beginning to subconsciously not-so-subtly grind on your boyfriend’s thigh in an attempt to chase more of the pleasure building.

needless to say, this didn’t get past his observant eyes and made him chuckle, “be patient, i’ll give you everything you want in just a moment.”

“please…” you whispered, voice strained with need, “don’t tease me…”

his index trailed from the valley of your chest to the line down your belly before hooking into the elastic of your panties, pulling them along your legs until you were fully naked on the sheets. even with your lack of clothing, you still felt hot with desire. sensing your unease about being the only one nude, he took the time to strip himself of his baggy t-shirt to put himself on display to you as well— he really is handsome with his tousled red-black hair and unblemished fair skin.

you felt his breath ghost over your heat as he positioned himself between your legs, making you realize just how wet you were even though he hadn’t even touched you there yet. while your eyes were shut tight, his remained open to fixate on your face and expressions while licking long stripes along your slit to your clit. his hands snaked around your thighs to keep you still and prevent them from twitching so much, yet your hands were a different story and reached out to grab onto the sheets under you that were becoming increasingly more disheveled.

ver wrapped his lips around your delicate pearl and gently took it into his mouth, sneaking his slender fingers to press into your hole. it doesn’t quite hurt, but it’s certainly new and had you gasping as he slid a second one in with ease. a mix of your arousal with his saliva was dripping down his chin as he began to move his digits in a scissor-like motion to stretch you out.

“you taste so good,” he smiled against your cunt, his words adding vibrations right through your core, “such a pretty pussy to match your pretty face.”

your airy moans were soon replaced with outright cries of pleasure, your toes curling at the feeling of ecstasy shooting up your spine. unadmittedly, you’ve never made it this far on your own since it always got too intense for you to continue, but thanks to your loving boyfriend, you got the taste your your first orgasm— making you choke and see stars as you drenched his fingers and mouth.

he moved away (high-key feeling proud of himself) after knowing that he prepped you enough to take his rock-hard cock, looking at up him with pleading eyes as he whipped off his mouth with his forearm— not daring to look at the bulge that formed a prominent tent and just meeting his eyes instead. he pulled himself from his sweats and pumped his erection a few times, muttering words that were just out of earshot.

“are you ready, baby?” his voice was somewhat strained with want and trying his very best not to fuck you like a feral animal right now, focusing on your comfort.

the tip of his cock prodding at your virgin entrance made you feel nervous at first, but ver’s kisses all over your face made you feel more at ease and you nodded firmly to indicate that you were ready for him. he took his time to ease himself into you with a desperate sigh, allowing you to feel every inch of him while he came back down to your level to press kisses all over your face.

he wasn’t too big to the point where you thought he would split you open, but it was certainly enough that he had to give you a minute to get used to his size. your lower half was buzzing with pleasure, his cock brushing up against all the right spots in your throbbing cunt that you didn’t even know existed.

once you felt well-adjusted, you let out a shaky breath, “you can move now… p-please… keep going…” you were so shy with the back of your hand covering your mouth as you said it, but ver was about to gladly indulge the two of you with your permission.

“ahh, fuck, you’re so tight…” his pace wasn’t too fast, mainly because he was fixated on where the two of you were connected, unable to tear his eyes away from your pussy greedily sucking him in and making it difficult for him to pull out and push in. “shit, you’re so fucking beautiful, doing soo good for me..,”

all embarrassment of being too loud dissolved once he penetrated you, beginning to freely moan with the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing off the walls. he knows it keeps on crossing his mind, but god, you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever had the pleasure of meeting— seeing you so vulnerable under him and trusting in him for him first had him suddenly feeling full of love just as he felt many times throughout the years of being your lover.

he reached out to intertwine his fingers with yours as he continued to press into you, his pace gradually becoming more sloppy with every move of his hips. the now familiar feeling of a knot tightening in your stomach was signaling your second orgasm, clamping onto his hands until it snapped. he soon followed suit after feeling you contract and spasm around him, doing a few more thrusts before pulling out and spilling his seed onto your torso.

while he could have gone for a few more rounds personally, he knew that you were spent and absolutely exhausted. he proceeded to put on his now-soiled sweatpants properly and gave you another open-mouthed kiss, wiping off the bit of drool trickling out your mouth with his thumb. “let me run a bath for you, okay baby? i’ll wash the sheets and you can sleep afterward, does that sound good?”

you nodded weakly and gratefully accepted the bottle of water he handed to you after opening the cap, watching his retreating figure head into the bathroom to fill it with warm water and probably some bath salts as well.

yep, this was definitely the man you wanted to marry.

#📜. her works #nijisanji #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji smut #ver vermillion #ver vermillion x reader #ver vermillion smut #xsoleil #xsoleil x reader #xsoleil smut

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foone · 11 months

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I'm tempted to just meme on this (In my restless dreams, I see that place... Imaginopolis) but no. These are some of the backgrounds from 3D Movie Maker (the studio, not the movies themselves), and I gotta get back into 3D modelling because THIS is exactly the vibe I want to recreate. 256 color pre-rendered 3D from the mid-90s. that Myst feeling. Empty places with sharp edges and somewhat blocky modelling.

This is where I live.

#microsoft 3d movie maker #3dmm

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marypsue · 4 months

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of course I recognize it, but I would love something for RB 2 Electric Boogaloo :>

[from this meme]

Ah yes. RB 2 Electric Boogaloo, also known as Something Borrowed, Something Blues, the sequel to Reincarnation Blues. I'll be honest, I've barely touched this one since late 2019-early 2020? My whole methodology of writing has changed since then, but somehow I'm still stuck on knowing what has to happen next, but not being quite sure how (or in what order). Maybe I need to try something creative with sticky notes.

I did start rereading this one from the beginning recently, though, to try to remind myself where I was and where I was going, and I have been working on it. Slowly.

Sample:

Where the shiny, modern glass-and-steel building that housed the Stanley Pines Memorial Library of the Supernatural had stood, now there was nothing but a flattened pile of rubble, still smoking slightly in places. Eldritch fire glimmered purple-green in between a few tumbled, broken concrete pillars. Bits of broken glass twinkled in the grass of the park that surrounded it and glittered over the asphalt of the road that passed by in front.

The motorcycle crunched over that glass and pulled to a halt, the woman in front putting a foot down to brace herself before pulling off her mirrored helmet and shaking out her iron-grey ponytail. An expression of melancholy crossed her face as she took in the wreckage, melancholy shading toward despair.

Archie could see why. He couldn’t imagine that anyone could have survived whatever calamity had destroyed the library – and, quite likely, caused that enormous percussive boom that had nearly knocked them off the road, earlier. Whoever they’d been coming to see, whatever information they’d hoped to find, whatever remedy to send the hordes of the undead back to their restless graves which they’d sought – all of it was now buried under the smoking ruin.

“Shit,” the motorcyclist said.

Archie found that, vulgar as her language was, he was forced to concur.

He’d only been staring mournfully at the ruin for a scant few seconds, though, before motion caught his eye. At first, he thought it was simply the smoke, or possibly one of those unnaturally-coloured flames, or maybe the rubble settling. But as he watched, a slender hand burst up through the wreckage.

Archie absolutely did not scream like a little girl. He had just barely escaped a gruesome demise at the hands of rotting zombies that punched up through the ground in a very similar fashion, anyway. If he had let out a short, masculine cry of distress, why – he could hardly be faulted, could he?

Whatever the reason, though, the motorcyclist turned.

For a split second, her expression froze, turning grim as she grabbed a piece of shattered rebar from the rubble at their feet. She raised it like a baseball bat as she took several careful steps toward the hand, which was now groping blindly at the broken concrete around it like, Archie thought a little hysterically, someone searching for a dropped contact lens. “Hey! Are you alive?”

For one tense, agonising moment, there was no reply.

And then, muffled, from somewhere under the heaps of concrete and steel, a voice piped up. “That’s kind of vitalist, don’t you think? What if I was a vampire?”

The motorcyclist sighed, a full-body release of tension, and swung the rebar down into the grass before clambering over the rubble to where the hand was still searching. There was an exasperated fondness in her voice as she started to pull the crumbling chunks aside. “Stars’ sake, Yaz, only you could think of something like that while trapped under a collapsed building.”

The exasperated fondness was echoed in the subterranean voice. “And only you would give me shit for it, Wanda. Hey, are you digging me out? You’d better be digging me out, or I’m going to haunt your skinny ass.”

“Yes, I’m digging you out,” the motorcyclist – Wanda? – grumbled, pulling aside a piece of girder as she looked back over her shoulder at Archie. “A little help, here?”

#chatter #this is mary's fic tag #gravity falls #transcendence au #that's a tag i haven't used in a minute!#i Will finish this fic. or die trying.#yes this sample is all OCs. we're in a major climactic part of the story here. there are So Many spoilers with the main cast.

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veraynes-blog · 10 months

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Missy/Twelve for the ask meme? 👀

Ooh okay. Haven't done much content for Twelve/Missy but I really like them as a pairing.

Who’s the cuddler?

They're both really awful at it, honestly. 😬 Twelve ultimately doesn't like to be touched, though I think he makes occasional exceptions when emotional needs can be met through touch. Missy doesn't have the same reservations, but she does have her pride, and he's rejected her often enough that lowering her guard would be difficult.

Who makes the bed?

Missy, when she can be bothered, and when she's decided she's performing femininity today. Sometimes she likes everything to look just so, and that means an elaborate overhaul of their living space.

Who wakes up first?

Missy. I imagine she has a slightly better sleep schedule than Simm, but would still get bored and restless lying down for very long.

Who has the weird taste in music?

I actually think they have pretty similar tastes. We know they both like classical, although Missy seems to lean towards piano music whereas Twelve likes the more powerful stuff. And they both have a weakness for catchy pop still, whether that's Hey Missy or Pretty Woman. Mostly the only disagreements are on whether Twelve's electric guitar cover of Beethoven's 5th constitutes 'music'.

Who is more protective?

Twelve, but in a weird way. He's not Ten, he's not lying to himself. He knows full well the Master is a terrible person, that they've committed atrocities, that they're dangerous to anyone around them. But also he's selfish, and he loves her, and he wouldn't let anyone (beyond himself) truly punish her for those crimes. We literally see it play out in canon, that he'd rather put her in a box to keep her safe and with him, as well as keep her isolated from everyone else.

Who sings in the shower?

Missy, again for the Master's love of music and self-expression.

Who cries during movies?

Missy does the whole performative dabbing of eyes where she thinks normal people would cry. Usually followed by some terribly inappropriate or cutting commentary on why that tragedy was pretty funny, actually.

Who spends the most while out shopping?

Missy. Just because someone decided they were only going to dress in secondhand hoodies and mismatched pants doesn't mean she gave up her standards, thank you very much.

Who kisses more roughly?

Again, I'm conscious of Twelve's aversion, or particular preferences, around touch. Don't get me wrong, I think they have a sexual relationship, but that there's some different physical boundaries in place. I don't think they kiss very much as part of that relationship, or if they do it's the more delicate, careful type of kissing we saw him share with her.

(That said, Missy took her opportunity when they first met, so I guess Missy!)

Who is more dominant?

Okay, in a purely sexual dynamic, of course Missy. Like, give her half an opportunity and she's got a crop in one hand, restraints in the other, and a head full of ideas on how exactly she's going to break his composure.

In their relationship? Twelve. I actually think Missy makes a very purposeful choice to present herself as more submissive in this regeneration, because for whatever reason she believes that will gain the Doctor's approval enough to repair their friendship. (Side note: by 'submissive' I definitely don't mean nice or calm or even non-threatening, just that she's willing to bend to his will.) Twelve, meanwhile, rises to the challenge and fully controls the narrative of their relationship. I don't know if he fully realises how much of that power she handed him, but he's not above using it.

My rating of the ship from 1-10.

"She was my mancrush" out of 10. 💕

#twissy #twelve/missy #doctor/master #doctor who #verayne answers #ask game

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blitzturtles · 2 years

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Title: Repercussions (Ao3)

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death / OFMD

Pairing(s): Steddyhands

Summary: For a prompt on the kink meme: Izzy is not okay following the loss of his toe. This can manifest in any number of ways: difficulty maintaining his balance, pain, phantom pain, maybe even an infection because the wound never healed correctly? Whether you want to go mild or more extreme, I'm not picky.

I just want Izzy hurting and a guilt-ridden Ed (+Stede) to take care of him, above Izzy's protests that caring for him like this is 'beneath him.

Notes: Set a bit into the future wherein Steddyhands is an established throuple. Prompt found here.

Thank you so much to my two betas Nordic_Witch_of_the_Books and tortellini!

Trigger/content warnings for mentions of drug use (for medical purposes), the toe thingTM, descriptions of injury, and home surgery.

Izzy’s pulled from a restless sleep by a searing, pulsing pain. Fire licks at the sole of his foot, spreading inward, deep into the flesh. His foot contracts in response, toes curling painfully. His back arches off of the bed, and his fingers grasp at the sheets beneath him so desperately that he thinks he might just tear right through them. It’s little consolation for the pain that blossoms from the mess of healing tissue that makes up the space where his little toe had once been.

Belatedly, he thinks of his leathers, of something he can bite into. It won’t detract from the pain, but it would keep him quiet, and that’s a precious ability that he’s lacking at the moment. No matter how hard he tries to swallow down the sounds that bubble up his throat, they still manage to escape, muffled yet undeniable.

His only relief is knowing that he is alone. There is no warmth to his left nor to his right, and the cabin is eerily silent, save for his own pained noises. If he were anything other than utterly alone right now, he would have already been made aware of it. Thank God for small favors.

With tremendous effort, he forces himself to sit up, hands grasping at his calf, as if he can massage away the worst of the pain. If he can at least stop the cramping, then maybe the rest will be more manageable.

Except it doesn’t help at all.

His foot seizes up again, forcing his toes to flex downward until it feels as though they couldn’t possibly be wrenched back into place. Even in its absence, the stub of flesh attempts to tighten, and it’s a burning, sucking, agonizing sensation that feels endless, ricocheting throughout his foot and up his leg. He feels it in his hips, for fuck’s sake, and it’s all he can do to bite into the meaty flesh between his thumb and forefinger and cry until his face is a mess of snot and tears. His cheeks are red, eyes puffy and bloodshot. He knows what he must look like, and, again, he finds solace in being left to his misery on his own. The thought of the Captain—or worse, Stede—seeing him like this makes his already nauseated stomach churn violently.

And, because he’s never really been a good man or a particularly godly one, at that, God forsakes him in that moment when the door to the cabin opens and a cheery voice starts in on him, grating his already frayed nerves in an impossible way.

“Good morn—oh, oh dear.”

“Out,” Izzy tries to say—or growl. He fails at both.

“No,” Stede answers, “No, I don’t think so.” He makes his way to the bed, only pausing long enough to deposit a tray he had been holding. Izzy takes note of the food piled on it, and the nausea somehow worsens, like his stomach is crawling up through his throat to try and deposit itself onto his lap before he can do anything about it.

“Your foot, I take it?” Stede asks as he gets close enough to see the bandages that are still wrapped around Izzy’s foot. Izzy isn’t holding it, hands still grasped firmly at his calf, but it’s an easy enough assumption to make. The damn thing won’t heal. Roach had to open it back up to cut infection out of it, and it’s been a nightmare ever since. Not that it had been going all that well before. An infection, particularly when it’s pressed up against exposed bone, is fucking excruciating. To the point that Izzy hadn’t been able to walk for a time.

“Brilliant fucking guess,” Izzy snarls. He doesn’t mean it, not really, but he hurts. He’s been shot, stabbed, damn near gutted, and somehow this is worse. An unending sort of misery that offers no reprieve. He could laugh, thinking back on it. He wonders if the Kraken had an inkling of an idea of what he truly inflicted upon his First Mate, and he can already see the way Ed would flinch away at such an accusation. It brings the bile back up his gullet.

Stede hums quietly, but otherwise doesn’t respond to the vitriol Izzy spits at him. He’s long since gotten used to the prickly parts of Izzy (which happen to be all of Izzy’s parts). “I can go get—”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Izzy means it to come out more threatening than it does. As it stands, it sounds more like a plea spoken between inhaled gasps and choked off sobs. For a moment, he is nothing but pain, mind whited out with it, and it’s all he can think about until Stede speaks up again.

“He’s going to find out sooner rather than later,” Stede says, but he doesn’t push the issue. “May I?” He indicates to Izzy’s leg, and there’s a moment where Izzy considers telling him to fuck off. He doesn’t want to be seen right now, much less touched. There’s a chance that any movement might make his foot worse, and he’s terrified at the sheer prospect of that.

Instead of rejection, Izzy gives a helpless, half-shoulder shrug. Stede’s helped in the past. Always seems to know where to put his stupidly soft hands. There’s not much Izzy has to lose here. He’s in Hell already, and his dignity is casually floating to the bottom of the ocean with every tear that he sheds.

“Right then,” Stede moves to slide onto the edge of the bed, careful to not bounce the mattress. The last thing Izzy needs is for his leg to be jostled.

Carefully, Stede reaches out with his hands and places them just below Izzy’s. His thumbs press into either side of Izzy’s calf and work small circles. It’s not the root of the problem, his leg, but the whole thing is a tangle of triggers. The nerve pain comes from the missing toe. Both the stump of it and the non-existent hurt equally, and they cause the rest of his foot to tense horrifically. That same tension extends up his leg, though part of the pain he experiences in his leg is from improper care. Apparently there’s an actual science behind the length of a cane, and using the wrong height has caused a domino effect where his legs each tried to compensate for his injury in different, rather unhealthy ways. In short, it’s his own fucking fault he’s like this.

“None of that, now,” Stede whispers, fingers working bloody magic as they go. It’s enough to get the muscles to relax a touch.

“Wha—?” Izzy croaks, confusion evident on his face.

Stede pauses in his ministrations long enough to wipe at the tears tracking down Izzy’s cheeks. “You’re upsetting yourself with whatever nonsense is going on in here,” he taps Izzy on the brow, right between his eyes. It’s a distraction, and it works. For a moment, but then Izzy is jerking backwards, pulling his leg with him and trying to press it as close to his chest as he can. A litany of curses fall from his mouth.

“—Easy, Israel, breathe. Just like that, there’s a love,” Stede says in a quiet murmur. He’s somehow gotten behind Izzy, using himself to prop Izzy up with Izzy’s back against his chest. Izzy doesn’t remember moving or being moved, but the agony is only now beginning to subside, allowing him to think beyond the throb of his foot.

Instinct is what Izzy will blame later, should anyone ask about the way he curls into Stede, body turning just sideways enough to tuck his head into the other man’s neck. He smears tears and snot across Stede’s collar, but Stede doesn’t hesitate to bring a hand up to the back of Izzy’s head, cradling it gently in his grasp.

Stede’s still whispering gentle nothings. Quiet assurances and promises that he likely can’t keep. Izzy doesn’t call him on it, can’t be bothered to be argumentative in this state. It’s been months of this, and he’s just so goddamn tired. He’s too old for this, body unwilling to handle such a simple injury (he can hear Stede protesting to Izzy framing it that way. Any time an injury gets infected, it’s far from simple. It can be a death sentence in their world).

Stop crying. It’s just the pinky.

Izzy flinches at the memory. The manic glee of having Blackbeard back had only driven him so far, about as far as it took him to realize that he hadn’t gotten Blackbeard back at all. He’d unleashed something far worse, and it’s precisely why he refuses to share in this Hell with Ed.

But, then, life has never cooperated with him. He’s always had to wring everything out of it with his bare hands and the occasional teeth. It’s why Ed barges in, unannounced, and face only barely hiding the mild alarm he must be feeling at having Stede disappear for so long without warning.

Izzy doesn’t need to see to know the exact moment that Edward freezes. He comes to a stuttering stop, damn near tripping himself over his bad knee in the process, and Izzy can hear the way it grinds the same way he can hear Ed bite back a grunt.

“Iz?”

Izzy curses, hands immediately wiping at his face as quickly as he can. Fuck the pain. He’s not ruining Ed’s day over this shit. He can push past it, get himself up and moving and out on deck like usual. He doesn’t need Bonnet to baby him, and he doesn’t need to be blubbering like a child over an old wound, even if it does hurt worse now than it had at the time he’d gotten it.

“No, wait—Iz, Izzy,” Ed’s surprisingly fast, given his knee, already across the room in what seems like three steps at most. He’s pulling at Izzy’s wrists—gently, so as to not inflict anymore pain on him—and doing his best to put himself in Izzy’s line of vision. Whatever expression he’s going for, it fails to hide the horror in Ed’s eyes. The guilt. It’s so obvious that Izzy thinks anyone would see it. “Look at me, Iz. What can we do?” What can I do? How can I repent?

“I don’t know,” Izzy breathes, and he means it. He doesn’t know. Everything is fire, burning him from the inside out, and his leg is pulled too tight, drawing his foot along with it. He wants nothing more than for them to leave.

“Laudanum?”

“No,” Izzy answers immediately. The shit makes everything but the pain worse, and, while it takes that away, it’s not worth it. He can’t do it. He’ll be sick for days the moment he stops taking it, and that brings about its own sort of agony.

“Rum? We’ve got great shit from that last raid.” Izzy knows that already. He’s not entirely useless like this. He can still do inventory, and he knows damn well that that rum had been squirreled away by the two Captains for better times. For celebration and not for relief, yet Ed doesn’t even wait for an answer before he goes to pull it out of its hiding place.

Izzy’s trying his best to work up some sort of response, one that’s at least half-expletives, but Stede’s rubbing up and down his arm with one hand and gently scratching at his scalp with the nails of his other. It’s enough to get him to relax some, though he tenses only seconds later as another wave of pain passes through him.

Ed comes back with the bottle in hand, and he holds it to Izzy’s lips despite the already dying protests. Izzy never has been able to deny Ed for long.

“There you go, keep going, love,” Ed says, voice so quiet and sweet that it kills Izzy a little inside. He doesn’t know how to handle this, and it’s been months since the three of them became three and not two. The pet names are something else entirely; Izzy doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to those, but it does a good job of drawing him out of his own head for a moment.

Izzy’s vaguely aware of the fact that he hasn’t stopped crying. There are new tears replacing those that he attempted to wipe away. Neither Captain draws attention to it.

“Ed, darling, trade with me?” Stede asks from above Izzy. He presses his cheek against the top of Izzy’s head before pressing a gentle kiss over the same spot. He moves then, shifting so Ed can slide in right behind him and let Izzy rest against his chest. Stede returns to the foot of the bed to once more take Izzy’s leg between his hands.

Silence passes between them, with the only exception being the tiny, hiccupping breaths and the occasional gasp from Izzy. Stede redoubles his efforts from earlier, fingers working into the meat of Izzy’s calf. Ed’s fingers find their way into Izzy’s hair, working through the strands that have grown out over the last few months. Izzy’s grumbled about a haircut more than once, but Ed’s yet to help him with it.

“I’m sorry,” Ed breathes against the top of Izzy’s head. “I’m sorry. I—” He chokes up, unable to say much else, though Izzy can imagine it would be a repetitive, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, if Izzy were to allow it.

Izzy shakes his head, unable to vocalize a response. Ed doesn’t owe him anything. He shouldn’t be in here right now. The same could be said about Stede. Izzy doesn’t need this. He can handle himself.

“You think too much,” Ed says in a quiet little whisper. He almost sounds like he could laugh, if he weren’t on the verge of shedding tears of his own.

“Ah, I’m afraid I already told him as much. He didn’t quite listen to me, though, did he?” It might have been a complaint, if Stede’s tone weren’t sickeningly fond. Izzy can barely stand it, the two of them talking over him like this, each determined to distract him from the burning in his foot and leg.

“Don’t think he ever does, mate,” and this time Ed actually does laugh. It’s a quiet, short-lived thing, but Izzy finds himself pressing closer to Ed, trying to absorb the rumble of his chest into his own being.

“What a shame,” Stede answers dramatically, but he hasn’t stopped with Izzy’s leg. It’s actually beginning to relax more and more, causing the tendons in his foot to do the same.

Izzy takes another swig from the bottle and flips the both of them his middle finger. One to share between the two. He gets laughter out of both of them. It’s—nice. The whole thing. Once you get past the burning, nauseating pain. They rarely get moments like these. With the three of them together, wrapped around each other. Izzy hates the reason behind it, but he can't bring himself to really resent the time spent with his two Captains.

#steddyhands #blackhands #stizzy #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #steddy hands #ofmd #our flag means death #stede bonnet #edward teach #blackbeard #izzy hands #israel hands #blitzwrites #blitz

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LOGAN, THIRTY-ONE, CST; SHE/THEY. | if you’re hearing I MAKE MY OWN SUNSHINE by ALYSSA BONAGURA playing, you have to know SEONHO JONES (HE/HIM; CIS MAN) is near by! the TWENTY-SIX year old GIG WORKER (MULTIPLE JOBS) has been in denver for, like, ELEVEN YEARS. they’re known to be quite RESTLESS, but being BUOYANT seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble CHA EUNWOO. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those WARM HONEY EYES THAT ARE ALWAYS CRINKLING UNDER THE WEIGHT OF A SMILE, AN ELASTIC HEART THAT ENDURES AGAINST ALL ODDS, A VIBRATING ENERGIZER BUNNY THAT RUNS AROUND IN CIRCLES IN A DESPERATE ATTEMPT TO MOVE FORWARD AND IS IN NEED OF REST vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the LAKERIDGE DISTRICT long enough!

Full profile under the cut! APPLICABLE TRIGGER WARNINGS: non-descriptive mentions of abandonment, death by brain aneurysm, degenerative cognitive illness, homelessness

STATS Birth Name: Seonho Ryu ( 류선호 ) Legal Name: Seonho Jones Occupation: Uber driver / Maintenance worker at Empower Field / miscellaneous contract/manual work, etc. (if any part-time jobs are available at specific places, please let me know!) Age: Twenty-six Date of Birth: February 28th, 1997 Ethnicity/Race: Korean Gender & Pronouns: Cis man | he/him Orientation: Bisexual Social Class: Lower class Languages: English (fluent), Korean (fluent) Height: 183 cm / 6’0" Tattoo(s): musical notes on his right ankle with ‘keep moving forward’ written next to it, an arrow heart on his chest with birthdates of his family inside, purple and burgundy forget-me-nots on his shoulderblades, korean idiom across his spine which translates roughly to "at the end of hardship comes happiness" (고생 끝에 낙이 온다) Piercing(s): ears (double lobe, double helix, snug, conch), left eyebrow Birthplace: Kansas City, Missouri, USA Current Residence: Denver, Colorado, USA Parents: Mina Park-Jones (mother), Jalen Jones (step/adoptive father, deceased), Seongmin Ryu (biological father, absent) Siblings: Unnamed sister (younger sister, wc posted), Unnamed sister (younger sister, wc posted), Sam (younger gnc half sibling, age 17), Hana (younger half sister, age 14), and Melody (younger half sister, age 13) Traits: Buoyant, steadfast, enthusiastic, self-sacrificing, generous, escapist, humble, restless, stubborn MBTI: ENFP - The Campaigner Eanneatype: Type 2 - The Helper Moral Alignment: Neutral Good Temperament: Phlegmatic Intelligence Type: Musical / Intrapersonal Astrology: Pisces sun, Scorpio moon, Leo ascending Habits: Gesturing when speaking, pointing, wears mismatched socks, randomly bursts into song, nicotine addiction (vapes), in general poor self-care habits Hobbies: Listening to music, writing music, producing music, dancing, sending memes, playing musical instruments, scrapbooking, papercrafting Likes: Music, romantic comedies, socializing, sunflower seeds, humming, smiling, cuddling, tteokbokki, adult coloring books, thunderstorms, trying new things even if he’s bad at them Dislikes: Conflict, waking up early, traffic, most academic things, balancing a checkbook / anything financial-related, folding clothes, humidity, being overheated, wasting food, feeling like he’s not doing enough BIOGRAPHY

Seonho was born the eldest child to two immigrant parents, Seongmin Ryu and Mina Park, who moved to the United States of America from South Korea when Mina was pregnant with Seonho after she was disowned by her parents who disapproved of Seongmin. His biological father walked out on Seonho, his mother, and two of his younger siblings when he was five years old and Seonho has always believed that they were better off without him.

After being homeless and hopping between the streets and halfways houses after the abandonment, his mother remarried three years to Seonho’s stepfather, Jalen Jones, who would become the only Dad that Seonho acknowledged in his life. Jalen adopted the three eldest children upon his marriage to Mina and they all took on his last name. Three more children would enter the fold throughout the years.

Early on in his childhood, Seonho fell in love with music thanks to Jalen’s side-gig playing the saxophone in a jazz band. He would sing along to every Disney movie and musical and tried to groove to the beat. While he was initially clumsy on his feet, his mother fondly nicknaming him Bambi, he was determined to learn how to dance. He had a talented ear for music, picking up musical instruments and mastering them with an ease. His parents encouraged his passion as best they could, ensuring that they budgeted well enough to afford sending Seonho to his music lessons. While performing at the city market, he was scouted by a Korean entertainment agency at the age of thirteen.

However, he was still a trainee when he flew back home and prematurely ended his contract due to his stepfather dying suddenly of a ruptured brain aneurysm as a result of overworking. After losing their home to foreclosure, the fragmented family relocated to Denver, Colorado.

As the oldest child, he assumed a great deal of responsibility in the household. While he wanted to drop out of school, his mother insisted that he stay enrolled and graduate. He earned money any way that he could to help keep the household, mowing lawns during the summer and working manual labor in the evenings. Sometimes, he would resort to not-so-legal methods if need be.

His music became all the more dear to him, filling the gaping holes in his chest that were created from his dream continually slipping through his fingers. He could never catch a break after that.

A year before Seonho graduated from high school, his mother was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s. After it came to the point that his mother could no longer properly take care of them or herself, she was admitted into a longterm care facility by order of the municipality. At that point, Seonho was eighteen and filed for guardianship of his siblings who had been sent to foster care, which he would eventually be granted after a months' long battle with the courts. He also became the conservator of his mother’s well-being.

It's been hard, yet Seonho kept going anyway. See, he’s a hopeful guy, despite everything, resilient at his core, and even if it meant that he had to work at least 80 hours a week and juggle too many bills and loans, he was going to do it with a smile.

There have been hard days, of course. Days where he would visit his mother and she would call him by the name of a man best left forgotten.

Seonho insists that he provide for his family and ensure that each of his siblings focus on their studies, graduate from school, and are afforded opportunities that he did not have.

Seonho often distracts himself by throwing himself into helping people as a by-product of measuring his self-worth by what he can do for other people (thanks, capitalism). This makes him a bit of a doormat, yet not a naïve, unaware one. He just has decided it’s not worth ruffling feathers, and he can’t take risks like he otherwise would out of fear of disrupting what little stability he has been able to achieve for his family.

#chq;intro #► — concentrated honey in his smile / seonho jones

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ramayantika · 8 months

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Random free gyan for chotus here

I took time off from social media, news, everything for a while. I logged out of my main insta page. I used the internet only to watch lectures, dance and writing. I have come back but I no longer login to tumblr like I used to nor do I use my other accounts for Instagram that much. My main account is still logged out since 27th August. Hence, here are some few things I discovered/realized

1. Navigating through loneliness, FOMO, and restlessness about your work/future/friends etc

I took a drop year in 2022, gave entrance exams till July and I have now secured a college. All this while I barely talked to my school friends who themselves were busy in their courses and college activities. So it does feel sad and a little depressing seeing everyone do other stuff while you are here in a small room studying the same 11th 12th books.

Then I made a new insta account once again after my exam dates neared so I would reconnect with everyone again. Does it happen so easily? Not at all. I was still alone. I would like reels, stories and posts but apart from that nothing except a few calls from friends.

That did give me a desperation to share everything about myself. No one to talk to, no friend nearby and you have so much to talk. I remember staying late up and writing god knows what on my closed stories, ranting about my crying episodes every damn thing. Then after getting a college I was still feeling lost, thinking what to do ahead regarding my career plans. I would then chat with whoever I found from school groups or online friends groupchats late at night but a lot of it was just shallow interaction because I wanted to pass time and not utilize time. We all write about the strange cringe feeling we get after oversharing about ourselves, put up memes for it, but do we ever work on it.

Yes, you can shitpost on tumblr, reblog those relatable posts but you have to put in work to control yourself. And after a while I was fed up. I knew I needed to change it. I needed to put a line over myself which made me disable and log out social media accounts. I came back home after completing my admission related work at my college, finally deciding to find my own worth, fix my restless hopeless personality for wanting to share everything on the first online app I get. This doesn't mean that you stop posting on tumblr. I literally wrote in all caps about savitha Sastry, dance stuff, college, yes. But if you are someone who is alone preparing for exams, away from friends, do not give in to that strong desperate urge to put up everything for everyone to read; to share every bit of it to the new person you made friends online.

I have had my own share of FOMO. Not knowing what I am doing with myself while seeing others doing internships, attending competitions, fests and trips while I sit here scrolling right to left. We are all online most of the time, but it is really necessary to not attach your sense of worth to social media.

Some of you are younger to me, still in school, and maybe you all aren't at that stage now, you all can be tomorrow for preparing for entrances or other stuff that will demand you to be away from social events for a while, to have a rigorous academic schedules. It's sad, but that's how it is. Maybe some change can be brought later for young minds to still have a healthy routine that combines studies as well as other activities.

If you all ever get this dreadful feeling wondering where you are, what are you doing, is it all even worth it. I need you all to take a deep breath. Yes, it is worth it. Yes, you are at the right place, and yes you are learning at this age so you are doing good. It's okay. Your attempts, your hardwork will always get you 'success.' failure is a path to success, and all that disappointment, sadness etc will exist. You will have endless doubts over yourself but please remember that all of it was worthy. You will definitely see in some later period that whatever you underwent was all worth it.

But what about my lost time, lost friends didi?

You know little ones, friends change with age. Some stay intact for a long time while some move away and sometimes you grow out of it. Sometimes you will also reconnect with those friends from class with whom you barely had any conversation but later you see them talking with you and you realize that they are fun too.

And about lost time... I did this mistake too. You all never lose time. You aren't ahead in the race nor are you behind. You are where you have to be. You will get your desired friends, colleges and life. But to reach there, that 'lost' time teaches you patience. And to learn patience, one needs to learn how to wait through hopeless situations and endless moments of despair where you want to give up. But that's the catch, if you give up, you don't learn it anymore.

This is why for every thing that sometimes goes wrong in your life at this delicate stage where you all are growing up, I want you all to be kind to yourself. Take a deep breath, and indulge yourself in your favourite activity or close your eyes and actually meditate or just listen to music depending on your mood. Yes, the same advice everyone gives, but it works. You all, me, everyone needs discipline bacha. Wherever you see yourself, be it career, financial stuff or relationships, one needs to learn discipline and patience. You need to learn how to control the mind because it's going to be very easy to fall into a mindless scrolling session, or giving in to other distracting temptations.

The mind loves chaos. It easily jumps to doubtful thoughts. In the end, from this age you need to learn to control the mind and take steps to be your best self, best adult figure for your younger self to look upto. Jin posts ko reblog karte ho ki I want to be the woman, my 10 year self would look upto etc uske liye effort time sab lagana padega.

Meine bhi voh memes pinterest posts like reblog ki hai that were about existential crisis, the absolute dread of not doing anything in life and other stuff that are actually problematic in the long run for the mind. Kahin na kahin tum jab inko like reblog karte ho they do retain inside your head and tum vaise hi mind ko train karte ho.

Aaj jee neet cuet ke liye akele sabse durr rehna hai, kal badme masters ke liye wait karna padega ek saal ya phir baki exams. Uske liye vapas doston se durr, ek room mein padhai, phone kamm, shaadiyan trips band hoti rahegi. We all need to take life in a simple and easy way too. And sometimes these problems have solutions that you all know deep inside but choose to procrastinate or not take a step towards it.

In the end all of you chotus, just understand one thing ki life badi hai. Aaj yeh nahi hai kuch mahine baad sab milega vapas. Phir kuch pal baad tumhe vapas se akele rehna padega yeh phase sabka hota rehta hai. Rona aarha hai ro lo, akelapan lagega but iske liye jaisa meine pehle kaha tumhe hi khudko kehna hoga ki mujhe apne life mein abhi bahut kuch karna hai yeh sab usi laksh tak le jayegi. I know you all are wonderful, and capable of so many things. You all need to wait for a while, and work hard. Tumhare friends sab tumhe badme milenge humesha aisa boring akela phase zindagi bhar nahi rehta aur nahi hai humesha Bunny from yjhd types happening hogi.

Jab yeh sab permanent nahi hai toh bas mann ko samjhao ki apne kaam pe dhyan do. Tumblr pe bhadas nikaldi kabhi ek baar kisiko overshare kar diya theek hai chalta hai par isse apni personality mein pura entwine nahi kar daalo.

You all are made for so much for. There's so much in life that you all will slowly experience, good and bad everything. You all are growing up and I wish you all the best for it.

#samridhi speaks #desiblr #log out maar rahi for now because I have dance class in an hour #this is for chotu mutuals who are in school #wish you all the best once again aur zindagi badi hai sirf vahi same dost aur same school life teenage life hi nahi hai agar mil gaya sab #acha toh good and if not toh aur bhi achi chizein wait kar rahi hai

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hime-memes · 1 year

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• Words You Never Thought Of • ( Part 1 )

As someone who loves learning different languages, I bought a game from kick starter called ‘ Lost for Words ‘. The point of the game is to read the word that describes a feeling and then associate a memory you have of feeling that way to it. I just really wanted to share this game with the RPC because it’s one of my favorite games to play with friends, IRL. ** Out of 300 cards, I have transcribed 80 below for this meme + additional questions. ** As always: Feel free to change anything within these that you see fit to make it work for the receiver’s muse ! Recommended For: Character Development.

Trigger Warnings For: N/A

1 | Prohairesis ( Greek ) - When has your muse experienced the practice of practical reasoning for making logical choices ? What choice did they have to make ? Are they still okay with that choice even now ? 2 | Feckful ( British / Scottish ) - When has your muse experienced feeling powerful, strong, and responsible ? Was it a justified feeling ? 3 | Toska ( Russian ) - When has your muse experienced deeply felt anguished sadness; a void of melancholy, possibly without a definitive known reason ? Describe the ways your muse physically expressed this feeling. 4 | Xodó ( Portuguese ) - When has your muse experienced both a feeling & a term of endearment; romantic or platonic; affection for a favorite at the same time ? Who was it ? Do they still make your muse feel this way ? 5 | Konfliktfa-higkeit ( German ) - When has your muse experienced using an approach to handling a conflict/problems fairly & without attachment ? What was this conflict and how easy was it to remain unbiased ? 6 | Verbivore ( English ) - When has your muse experienced someone who enjoys words & wordplay ? Do they like this person, or think they’re annoying ? 7 | Engentado ( Spanish ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling of being overwhelmed & disoriented when there are too many people around ? How did they handle this ? 8 | Resfeber ( Swedish ) - When has your muse experienced the excited and restless feeling in their heart just before traveling ? Where were they going and why ? Do they still get excited at the mention of this place ? 9 | Meriggiare ( Italian ) - When has your muse experienced the desire to take a rest at noon - potentially in the shade of a tree ? When do they feel this way the most ? 10 | Seny ( Catalan ) - When has your muse experienced being thoughtful & logical / acted with composure & integrity ? 11 | Koselig ( Norwegian ) - When has your muse experienced a time of cozy, warm togetherness & simple things that bring well-being and happiness to them ? Can you list some of the things that make them feel relaxed and happy ? 12 | Overskud ( Danish ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling of having extra energy ? Why did they feel this way ? Do they enjoy this feeling ? 13 | Nadryv ( Russian ) - When has your muse experienced an uncontrollable, ( possibly unreasonable ), emotional outburst of previously concealed feelings ? Were they alone when they experienced this, or unleash it onto someone else ? How did others view them after this outburst ? 14 | Waldeinsamkeit ( German ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling of being refreshed, connected, and serene while alone in the forest; ( literally translates to ‘ solitude of the forest ‘ ). What part of the forest makes them feel connected the most ? 15 | Fjaka ( Croatian ) - When has your muse experienced the sweet, relaxing, glorious feeling of doing nothing ? How often can they afford to bask in this simplicity ? 16 | Voorpret ( Dutch ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling of anticipation and excitement before an event ? What was the event and how did it go ? 17 | Acatalepsy ( Greek ) - When has your muse experienced the idea that nothing is certain; that being human is impossible to fully comprehend & at best all we have are guesses ? Does this feeling make them uncomfortable ? 18 | Sillage ( French ) - When has your muse experienced the wake of someone’s perfume/cologne that lingers after they’ve gone ? How does this memory play out in their mind ? What scent was it that cemented this memory in their mind ? Who was the scent’s wearer ? 19 | Gigil ( Tagalog ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling of being so overpowered by the cuteness of someone/something that you want to pinch them ? 20 | Hygge ( Danish ) - When has your muse experienced a feeling of cozy contentment as they just enjoyed life ? How long did the feeling last ? 21 | Apaixonar ( Portuguese ) - When has your muse experienced falling in love with someone or something after being infatuated with them ? Did things pan out ? Are they still on good terms with this person ? 22 | Hianyerzet ( Hungarian ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling that something is missing ? Was it a relief, or a heartache ? Have they since overcome this feeling ? 23 | Sophrosyne ( Greek ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling of having caution, wisdom, honesty & self-control. How honest is your muse with themselves and others ? would other people agree with their aforementioned answer ? 24 | Catra Patra ( Turkish ) - When has your muse experienced speaking a language imprecisely & messily ? Was this for part of a job, travel, etc. ? Did they ever get better at it ? 25 | Goya ( Urdu ) - When has your muse experienced being captivated & transported by wonderful storytelling / conversation ? Who was the one telling them/talking to them ? What was your muse’s favorite part of the experience ? 26 | Ichigo-Ichie ( Japanese ) - When has your muse experienced the concept of noticing & treasuring each unique moment as an opportunity because it will never happen again ? What moment(s) were these and how do they feel when looking back on them ? 27 | Gunnen ( Dutch ) - When has your muse experienced thinking someone deserves something good; feeling joy of another’s achievement without jealousy ? Is this how they normally feel about others’ success ? 28 | Matutolypea ( English ) - When has your muse experienced being in a terrible mood as soon as they woke in the morning ? What made them feel this way ? Did they take it out on everyone else ? 29 | Zweisamkeit ( German ) - When has your muse experienced that feeling of being wrapped up as part of a romantic couple ? Do they still think of this person / these people fondly, or did love grow cold between them ? 30 | Ataraxia ( Greek ) - When has your muse experienced a condition of peaceful calmness ? Was it a good feeling, or an ominous one ? 31 | Limerence ( English ) - When has your muse experienced a feeling of obsessive infatuation with someone who doesn’t return their affections that often brings on intrusive daydreaming ? How do they feel about this dynamic ? Can they win over the uninterested party ? 32 | Nepakartojama ( Lithuanian ) - When has your muse experienced a feeling of something unique & wonderful that will never happen again ? What was this event ? 33 | Aylyak ( Bulgarian ) - When has your muse experienced living without worries or rushing; having a breezy, easy approach to life ? Did this approach last long ? Have they helped anyone else see life this way ? 34 | Magari ( Italian / Greek ) - When has your muse experienced expressing hope, a wish, a desire etc. ? Did they get what the desired ? Were they happy with the outcome ? 35 | Scatenarsi ( Italian ) - When has your muse experienced the ability to run wild; to rampage; to simply break free ? Can you tell us about it in detail ? What was the most freeing aspect of this break away ? 36 | Ongubsy ( Boro ) - When has your muse experienced actually loving someone from their whole heart ? Who was this person ? What were they like ? How did they respond to your muse’s love ? 37 | Santosha ( Sanskrit ) - When has your muse experienced complete contentment & satisfaction ? How often do they get to feel this way ? 38 | A darui ( Romanian ) - When has your muse experienced the desire to make someone happy ( be that through giving a gift, assistance, or their love ) ? Who was it for and did that person appreciate it ? Does your muse regret this ? 39 | Mumpish ( British ) - When has your muse experienced feeling sulky & grumpy ? What puts them in this mood ? How can someone get them out of it ? 40 | Niksen ( Dutch ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling of doing nothing in order to relax and let go of tension ? Was this successful ? How quickly did the tension return ? 41 | Jeong ( Korean ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling of having a bonded relationship, complete with love, affection, and nurturing of those close attachments ? Do they still regard these relationships favorably, or do they feel foolish about them now ? Why do they feel this way ? 42 | Gjensynsglede ( Norwegian ) - When has your muse experienced feeling joyful to see someone after a long time apart ? What was the nature of their departure and how long were they apart ? Has this become a core memory for your muse ? 43 | Napleiten ( Dutch ) - When has your muse experienced repeatedly and argumentatively go over something that has already been discussed & resolved ? What can’t your muse let this go ? How often do they think over this topic ? Who;s the person they argue with about it ? 44 | Dóchas ( Irish ) - When has your muse experienced hope, trust & reliance in a person or thing ? Was their trust well placed ? Who was this person/thing ? Would your muse still trust them / it ? 45 | Lalochezia ( Greek ) - When has your muse experienced a feeling of relief and satisfaction after using profanities ? What swear words are their favorite & how often do they use them ? Can you describe the latest time your muse experienced this ? What was the last straw before the deluge of profanities ? 46 | Latibule ( English ) - When has your muse experienced a secret, cozy, and safe hiding place for comfort and peace ? Who would you your muse like to share this place with ? Where is this place ? Is it a place, a book, a hobby ? When was the last time your muse visited this spot ? 47 | Litost ( Czech ) - When has your muse experienced the sudden abrupt awareness of anger, misery, and pure embarrassment when they’ve been hurt by someone ? What was the situation that led to this realization ? Can they remember who made them feel this way ? Did they ever make amends with them ? 48 | Gelijkhebberig ( Dutch ) - When has your muse experienced the resolved & stubborn feeling that they know best and they are absolutely right ? Are they actually right ? What does their body language look like while the defend their point, idea, etc. ? 49 | Boghz ( Persian ) - When has your muse experienced that catch in their throat when negative emotions are about to bubble up and burst ? Were they able to keep themselves composed - or - did they blow up ? Was there something that prompted them to simply let it go ? 50 | Yugen ( Japanese ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling of thinking about the vast universe, and the mystery of it all feels overwhelming -- they they’re lost for words ? Do they find this a comfortable or uncomfortable feeling & why ? Do they ever voice this feeling ? To whom ? 51 | Truno ( Icelandic ) - When has your muse experienced having a separate & private conversation full of confessions, feelings, and secrets with one other person while they were drinking ? Who was this person ? Is there someone else they desire to experience this with ? What was one thing they told this person that no one else knows about them ? 52 | Dwaal ( South African English ) - When has your muse experienced a dreamy and distracted state of mind ? What had them feeling this way ? What mannerisms did they exhibit while under the spell of this feeling ? 53 | Ruinenlust ( German ) - Has your muse ever experienced an obsession with ruins and feel pleasure being in the wreckage of what once was ? Do they have a love of history ? What are there favorite ruins to be in or explore ? Why do they feel this way ? 54 | Tiwonana ( Chichewa ) - When has your muse experienced the need for a more hopeful way to say goodbye / ‘ We will see each other ‘ ? Were they lying to themselves when this happened ? Is it something they willingly talk about, or do they pretend it didn’t happen ? In contrast, did things turn out well for them ? 55 | Numinous ( English ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling that they were in the the presence of something supernatural, mysterious, or magical / sensed a mystical power ? What was this thing ? How did this experience effect your muse ? How did they explain this experience to themselves ? Do they still think about this occasionally ? 56 | Voler Bene ( Italian ) - When has your muse experienced platonic love in their friendships and all the emotions that come with it - being fond of someone, true affection and care ? Who do they feel this way for the most ? Who is this person to them ? 57 | Ataoso ( Spanish ) - When has your muse experienced someone who sees flaws in everything ? What kind of toll does this person’s attitude take on your muse ? Who is this person ? What does your muse think their motive is for holding this view point ? 58 | Razliubito ( Russian ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling of no longer being in love, but still holding bittersweet sentiments of nostalgia towards someone ? Who is this person ? How does your muse see them in their mind’s eye ? What made that love run out ? 59 | Idunnu ( Yoruba ) - When has your muse experienced intense indescribable happiness ? 60 | Sabsung ( Thai ) - When has your muse experienced their heart and mind being replenished & they felt happy to be alive again ? Was this a turning point for them, or a temporary respite from their usual ills ? 61 | Kokua ( Hawaiian ) - When has your muse experienced wanting to help with no expectations for getting anything in return ? Do they regret that now ? Would they do it again ? Who would they go out of their way for like this ? 62 | Hrepenenje ( Slovenian ) When has your muse experienced feeling nostalgic for something they haven’t experienced yet ? What is this thing ? Will they ever get to experience it ? 63 | Cwcth ( Welsh ) - When has your muse experienced an embrace saved for those closest to them during a sentimental time / a safe hug for special people in their life ? How badly do they want / need this experience ? 64 | Ramé ( Balinese ) - When has your muse ever had the combined experience & feeling of chaos and joy combining ? What was this incident ? Was it a positive or negative event ? How did it affect other people besides your muse ? Would your muse relive this experience again willingly ? 65 | Antsafa ( Malagasy ) - When has your muse experienced that moment of asking questions about something they already knew the answers to ? What was this event ? How did your muse feel about it ? Are there other emotions they also attribute to this event ? 66 | Ayurnamat ( Inuktitut ) - Does your muse have the belief that things just happen; They don’t worry about the stuff they can’t change, it simply is what it is ? What made them adopt this policy / POV ? Is this healthy way for your muse to function, or do they hide behind it as a sheild against something else ? 67 | Erklarungsnot ( German ) - When has your muse experienced that feeling of being put on the spot to explain themselves & they didn’t exactly have an excuse ready ? Did they weasel their way out of this scenario ? Is there anyone in their life that can auto-clock when they’re lying ? Who might that be, if so ? 68 | Awumbuk ( Baining ) - When has your muse experienced immense sadness upon company leaving their dwelling ? Was it temporary - or more permanent ? Why did this person walk away; was it for better or worse ? Would your muse go back and stop them if given the chance ? 69 | Lebensluge ( German ) - When has your muse experienced fabrications or lies they created themselves in order to move on in their life? How many times has your muse lied to themselves in a bid to keep moving on ? 70 | Elvagyodas ( Hungarian ) - When has your muse experienced wanderlust, but with the added feeling of longing & sadness to simply get away and escape ? What would they do for this freedom ? Where would they go to be happiest ? 71 | Kaitiakitanga ( Maori ) - When has your muse experienced the desire to conserve, preserve, and care for their environment ? What changes have they made in their lifestyle to accommodate this viewpoint ? Do they really believe they’ll make a change, or is it for show ? 72 | Shenmei Pilao ( Chinese ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling of being overwhelmed by beauty that they’ve become bored by it ? What do they feel a good palette cleanser was that helped them move past this boredom ? 73 | Yuanfen ( Chinese ) - Has your muse ever felt like certain relationships with people / places / things are fated to pull together through destiny ? Who or what are these things ? Did your muse ever try to deny fate and destiny ? Did it catch up to them, or did they come around to the idea on their own ? 74 | Recherche ( French ) - Is there someone in your muse’s life that they’d describe as rare, easily misunderstood & under appreciated with a side of unique elegance & pricelessness ? Who might that be and why does your muse feel this way ? Have they told this person about this feeling ? Are they ever going to ? 75 | Emakou ( Gilbertese ) - When has your muse experienced a hidden sadness ? Was it their own, or someone else’s ? How did they deal with this ? Are they still troubled by it ? 76 | Besa ( Albanian ) - When has your muse experienced the need to keep a promise ? Did they do so ? Did they instead break this promise ? What would they do to keep a promise to the people they care the most for ? 77 | Ohanami ( Japanese ) - When was the last time your muse admired flowers ? Do they have a favorite plant / flower ? Is there significance in that choice ? 78 | Mamihla-Pinatapai ( Yahgan ) - Has your muse ever experienced wanting to start something with someone else, but neither acts out because they don’t want to be the first ? Who is this person and what did your muse want to start with them ? Have the found the courage to make the first move ? 79 | Kekau ( Indonesian ) - What happens when your muse awakens after a nightmare ? Tell us about their mannerisms. What do their nightmares consist of ? Do they ever talk about them & does this help ? 80 | Phosphenes ( English ) - Has your muse ever experienced the stars / colors / shapes people see when they close their eyes ? Can you tell us what your muse sees when they close their eyes ? Are they simply shape and colors, or do those converge into memories ? Can they shake this experience off if it’s unpleasant, or do they actually enjoy it ?

#original rp meme #rp meme #character buillding meme #roleplay meme

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I know that nobody even knows about this ship, but I see a potential in Parker/Vance. What are your thoughts on it?

hi you nonnie!! you came to the right place (hopefully? lmao just in case /lj), we do love rarepairs here

also i hope you won't mind if i do this outside of the ship ask meme format (but i pinky promise that if you want me to you can just send another anon and u can consider it done!), but it is the first time that i consider this ship and i really want to put my thoughts in a proper order!!

it is true it's not quite popular; i think i only spotted it in the wild... sometime this summer? but you are so right, there is some potential there!!

so, to set the premises- on one hand, we have parker, who cares so deeply about the people he loves, much too deeply for his own good; especially since in the context he grew up in it is almost normal to exploit people, to value your own relationship with money. he's so terribly insecure, probably has a heart too big for his body and sometimes wonders if he's the problem (he isn't for the record he's my baby im adopting him okay)

and on the other hand, we have vance; restless, passionate, always looking for the next adventure. always looking for something to keep his mind occupied, almost; it's that he can't take care of himself for his own life, so he just does what he can to stay afloat, doing his best to ride the waves of his mind rather than drowning to them. when he gives his heart, he gives it whole, so he's learned to be careful to keep it to himself as much as he can, only to few chosen people.

now, what happens when you put them together. first of all, hwile they both have their reservations about respectively working class and upper class people, i think they both can put them aside when matters of feelings are on the table. in fact, the thing is that they both have this huge amount of love to give, but this...caution about doing it. but they need- for starters, someone who doesn't judge them on superficial matters (the money/the tough attitude). as we said, check! then parker needs someone who can make him feel valid, who can see his real qualities and show him too, while vance needs someone who cares enough about him to stop him from destroying himself and putting himself in danger. also check!

this is potentially such a cute ship!! thank you for bringing it to my attention nonnie, they could be sooo precious and i am already having thoughts about them. i'm sincerely grateful <3

#for real!! i never played around with them but it has sooo much potential. so much food for brain #if you by any chance have already other thoughts im always oppen to listening!! at this point you got me curious!!#bully #bully scholarship edition #canis canem edit #vance medici #parker ogilvie #odyposts

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bluepoodle7 · 6 months

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#VideosIRemember#Nostalgia#MyThoughts

There was a early MMD of Kaito singing this song in Japanese driving a red car.

But the Beautiful Sunday was in English.

It is gone to time now.

I have this song on my old MP3 but I'm too scared to plug the USB in because I'm scared my computer might erase my 2009 song history and a few of my songs youtube vids are gone with time.

I might buy a speaker later to record it.

Image, videos, and songs not mine but links are there.

Daniel Boone = Beautiful Sunday - YouTube

Category:KAITO Models | MikuMikuDance Wiki | Fandom

I remember when brawl was popular this and the soul eater was popular.

Videos and Images not mine but links are there.

Vampire Skunk (Full Movie) - YouTube

Olive - You're Not Alone (Lyrics) - YouTube

Megaman 2 and Paramore remix: Dr. Wily's crushcrushcrush - YouTube

GIGI D'AGOSTINO - BLA BLA BLA ( OFFICIAL VIDEO ) - YouTube

Gigi D'Agostino Bla Bla Bla - YouTube

Eiffel 65 - Voglia Di Dance All Night - YouTube

'Fighting Fruit' by Kate Bush (1994 Fruitopia commercial) - YouTube

[Flash Animation] Ramen Flash (HD) - YouTube

Attack of the Evil TV - YouTube

Brainless Randy Illbleed Tribute - YouTube

Dancing Samurai (English Sub) - YouTube

☜Kagamine Len☜ - Hot Cocoa (A Restless Night's Song) + English & Romaji Lyrics - YouTube

Japanese Horse WTF!?!!? - "Get Down/ゲッダン" - YouTube

Kitsune^2 - Rainbow Tylenol - YouTube

Vampire Skunk (Full Movie) - YouTube

WAFAW HD REMASTER - YouTube

WAFAW HD REMASTER PART 2 - YouTube

no dreams - YouTube

Spirit Never Dies Anime AMV - YouTube

Real ninjas (naruto) - YouTube

Fridge Raiders - Chicken Bites ad - YouTube

Education Connection Commercial Jingle - YouTube

FreeCreditReport.com all 9 commercials - YouTube

Sherwood - Middle of the Night - YouTube

Royksopp - Remind Me - YouTube

Röyksopp - Remind Me - 4K Restoration - YouTube

Rainbow Road - YouTube

Smash Eater 2 - YouTube

star fox ipod add - YouTube

Pendulum - Fasten Your Seatbelt HD - YouTube

Otherworldly Foe - EarthBound - YouTube

I remember seeing this one on Newgrounds before youtube was a thing.

I'm so old.

Smooth Sephiroth (youtube.com)

Buckle Your Pants (Beta Mix) - Battleblock Theater - YouTube

This one is long but it's a nice mix of all the songs and each song transitions to the next nicely.

Fantastic Plastic Machine - Sound Concierge #404：Electric Carnival (2004) (youtube.com)

Smokey Bear don´t play with fire English and Spanish (youtube.com)

I'm surprised these characters in the PSA didn't get fanart yet.

This gives me Happy Tree Friends, Drawn Together, KND, and Team Rocket vibes.

The ticket guy is pretty neat. This evil guy that gives me Nostalgic Critic mixed with Villainous vibes.

Russian PSA to Keep Kids From Riding on Top of Trains! (youtube.com)

JSC Central PPK - You Can't Buy Brains: Free Riders 2 (2016, Russia) - YouTube

Garage Kids (youtube.com)

Jamiroquai- Love Foolosophy lyrics (youtube.com)

Want It, Need It / Hold Me Comparison (youtube.com)

JerryTerry - Kiss Me (Kill Me) Song Only with Lyrics - YouTube

Oh Oh Oh Sexy Vampire - Disko Warp feat. Fright Ranger (Radio Gosha) (youtube.com)

Kiss Me Kill Me / Odyssey [Eurobeat] (youtube.com)

MANUEL / GAS GAS GAS【Official Lyric Video】【頭文字D/INITIAL D】 (youtube.com)

Initial D - Deja Vu (youtube.com)

Initial D - Running in The 90s (youtube.com)

John Doe Game OST - "Creepy Place" (youtube.com)

About John Doe + OST (youtube.com)

John Doe - HOUSE HUNTED OST + Cutscenes (youtube.com)

Hello Karl (youtube.com)

MEME (animatic) | Pick a flower | Maison Talo | House Hunted | Buru (oc) (youtube.com)

Twelve Forever | Buttwitch Theme song (youtube.com)

StanleyMOV Sings Super Mario Galaxy I Was Never Book Smart I'm Money Smart! (youtube.com)