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mothwingwritings · 10 months

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There’s Honey On The Moon Tonight

F!Reader X Kaoru Hanayama

Maaaaan it’s been so long and I am SO sorry. I kinda got out of my groove for a bit and life got overwhelming and draining, hence the radio silence. I wanted to come back with a little fic to get me back into the swing of things and since I have wanted to write for Hanayama for some time, this came about. It was based around a yandere prompt I saw that was “I love you so much, you have no idea what limits I would go to prove that to you.” I actually started writing this for Jack, had all kinds of issues, and decided to write it for Hanayama instead lol. I may still possibly post the little Jack fic I plucked at, but I am overall pretty meh about it so we’ll see. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I really want to work on writing some shorter stuff for a while. I am so in awe of all of you that can churn out these small masterpieces. My ass does NOT know when to shut up and when I start to write my brain is like no… You must explain EVERYTHING, which (whether my mind believes it or not) is not something that needs to be done. ( ͜。 ͡ʖ ͜。) So going through a lot of trying to unlearn that.

ANYWAY I will be quiet and leave this hear for your perusal. It is my gift for coming home (finally) and working to get back up to speed! Thank you all for reading anything I write, and thank you if you like it! I am constantly floored by how wonderful you all are, and I appreciate anyone that reads my stuff more than you all know. (╥﹏╥)

This fic is set a few years in the future, you and Hanayama are both adults and at this point he is even more of a Yakuza big shot. You play the starring role of his forced little mob princess wife, isn’t that sweet? I love romance! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

WARNINGS: Yandere, very dubcon (dare I say even noncon?), power imbalances, grooming, unwanted touching/kissing/heavy petting, forced marriage, mentions of violence and hints of cruelty, mentions of sex.

Some people may call this ‘the dream life’.

Sitting on this private beach, you soaked in the last of the sun’s rays before it dipped beyond your view. The world was bathed in a swirl of pinks and oranges as the sun sunk into the sea, the gentle lap of the waves coming so close the water nearly touched your toes. The sand beneath your feet was soft, still warmed by the quickly setting sun. Gulls cooed as they circled above you, the flap of their wings diminishing as they began to fly off for the night. You were envious of them as you watched them soar freely, pained by how easily they could fly away to their home.

If only you could be so lucky.

Drops of salt water dotted your arms, mingling with what was left of your sunscreen. Though you had long since applied it, the remnants of the lotion and sea water left a slightly uncomfortable film on your skin, flaking under your nails when you scratched at it. A gust of wind blew, sending a chill through you. Absentmindedly you wondered if despite your preparations, you had been burned.

“Do you plan to stay out here all night?”

Your breath caught in your throat, an all too familiar voice shattering the tranquility of the evening. You had been so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the lumbering form coming up behind you, his arrival marking the end of your solitude.

Another gust of wind blew causing you to shudder once more. As it whipped wildly around you, your body grew colder. It was an unwelcome feeling, especially when just moments ago you were surrounded by such blissful warmth.

If only you could have just a few more minutes to yourself…

It had been a peaceful day, the nicest one you had had on this little honeymoon of yours. Kaoru Hanayama, your newly appointed husband, had been occupied most of the day, leaving you to your own devices. The peace that awarded was something you sorely needed, seeing as none of this was anything you had ever agreed to willingly.

But now that he had returned all the contentment you had felt moments prior had been drained away, the joy of this island paradise tainted by his unwanted presence.

The night Kaoru proposed he had told you that he could not imagine living a life without you by his side, that his love for you had grown so rampantly that he could no longer bear the thought of not having you officially. He had long since coerced you into being his lover, leaving marriage the logical next step. Brandishing a ring so extravagant it bordered on gaudy, Kaoru got down on one knee. The upper echelon of the Hanayama group surrounded you in a constricting, tight circle, each set of eyes on you fixated on the scene with great interest… Thinking back on it, you had no idea how you didn’t pass out from sheer anxiety.

At that point, you were doomed to become his blushing, beautiful bride.

To you, Kaoru was husband in name only. This marriage would be just another trial that had been forced upon you since meeting the man, his ceaseless infatuation continually ripping your life asunder. Needless to say, when he was off doing some important ‘family’ related things that ate up the majority of the day you didn’t have many complaints about his absence.

When he had departed this morning you did your best to look forlorn as he kissed you goodbye, shoulders slightly slumped as he ducked through the door, off to do god knows what to god knows who. Even as his now wife, you were never made privy to his ‘business’ dealings. So much of his life was shrouded in mystery, and you were just fine keeping it unknown.

You preferred when Kaoru was bogged down by work. If he was otherwise preoccupied that meant you had no expectation to be latched to his side, forced to play the role of obedient, doting wife. You abhorred the part you played in his life almost as much as you detested the man himself. It took years of whittling you down, making you shed piece after piece of yourself until you were everything he envisioned you would be, his perfect partner. He had molded you into his ideal love, and even though you knew you were sinking to a depth you were unsure you could ever escape, there was nothing you could do to stop it. It was hard going against a man who had the whole Yakuza at his fingertips, and the threat someone of Hanayama’s caliber posed against your family and friends was too high to risk insubordination.

So you acquiesced to his heavy handed flirting, playing along with his awkward and curt stabs at romance. You dropped everything for Hanayama, not because you wanted to, but because he expected it. And if there was one thing you gleaned about the mob life these past few years, it was what the boss wanted, the boss got.

He needed you in every way he could have you. You never had the option of saying no.

A heavy sigh came from behind you, annoyance radiating from your husband when you didn’t acknowledge him. Despite the irritation, the words he spoke came surprisingly gentle. “It’s time to come inside, (name). Dinner has arrived, it will be ready for us shortly.”

You wrapped your towel tightly around your shoulders, and with a deep shuddering breath, rose to your feet.

Silence hung heavy over the dinner table.

The meal Hanayama had served was nothing short of gourmet. ‘Only the finest for the finest’ was something he once joked to you, but he held firm to that ideal with every aspect of your life. The Oyabun’s wife was spared no expense, why would your meals be any different? A caterer must have come with him to set the table up when Kaoru first arrived home, as it was set in a way that was far too charming for just him to pull off. Flowers and delicate candles garnished the surface, giving the whole room a romantic feel. Condiments and spices stood within arm’s reach, concealed in aesthetically pleasing containers, ready to season the cuisine as you saw fit.

Sighing lightly, you raised your glass for another sip of champagne. Even with the pretty presentation, you lacked the appetite to enjoy the meal. Picking at it lazily, you swirled the food around to make it appear as though you had eaten more than you had, like a child desperate to meet their parent’s approval so they could leave the table.

“Aren’t you hungry,” Kaoru’s deep voice finally interjected, his own feasting halted to shoot you a questioning glance. “You’ve barely touched your dinner. I thought you liked this restaurant? I chose to cater from them to please you.”

“Sorry,” You gave him a forced smile, “The food is delicious, but I think I may have snacked too much today, so I don’t have much of an appetite right now.”

You always had to choose your words carefully with Kaoru, his doting had a tendency to become overbearing if he believed you to be suffering from any ills. The last thing you needed was him fretting over you missing a dinner. “I’ll have to box it up soon, that way I’ll have something to look forward to tomorrow.”

He grunted in response and an uneasy quiet once more loomed over the table. Hanayama did not seem totally appeased by your excuse, and refrained from placing his focus back on his meal. Dark, steely eyes bore holes into you as you sat hunched over, fixing your focus on anything but him.

“(Name)...”

He waited a moment before continuing, a look of brief tension flashing across his features.

“I know you are upset with me for leaving you alone all day, but you must know that I am sorry… Will you forgive me?”

To most people, this would be a shocking sight. It was highly unusual for a man like Kaoru Hanayama to be asking forgiveness so modestly, in fact, you were more apt to be groveling at his feet begging mercy than ever hearing the man beg pardon.

But things were different with you, they always had been. Try as he might to harden the soft spot he had for you, he never could seem to bring himself to give you the same detached treatment he gave others. And while his love for you was something he quite proudly displayed, he also refused to let his affections make either of you a target.

Being the Oyabun’s cherished wife put you in danger, his devotion to you making your demise extremely appealing to his enemies. The knowledge that your death would be a huge blow to the indomitable Hanayama was not lost on any who opposed him, but the problem laid in ever getting close to you. He certainly made it hard for anyone trying, finding a moment when you weren’t glued to his side was rare, finding you completely alone even more so.

However catching you by your lonesome was not entirely impossible, and leaving you vulnerable and ripe for assaulting was not something Kaoru could live with.

To combat this threat, he chose to lock you away so that no one could hurt you, touch you, see you, or ever be near enough to harm you. You were his and his alone, and he would let no other soul take you from him.

Ever since you had become ‘official’, the only people besides Hanayama ever allowed to have any correspondence with you were his closest inner circle and occasionally your family. But even then, Kaoru made sure he was always close by to monitor, hovering near to insure nothing untoward or upsetting could happen to you.

In your mind, the isolation hardly seemed necessary. No one ever questioned Hanayama’s might-one look at the man was all you needed to ascertain that he was a terrifyingly powerful figure. When you were in his vicinity your safety became his only care, any risk to that transforming him into a downright beast, bloodthirsty and rage filled beyond compare. Any unfortunate idiot wandering your way who held even a smidge of bad intent was in for a world of excruciating pain, followed by a slow and agonizing death.

But alone, in your own shared space away from prying eyes and hidden dangers, traces of that monster were nowhere to be found. When it’s just the two of you, Kaoru lets himself be overcome with his fondness for you, serenity overtaking his brute side. This display of vulnerability, these small moments of sickening intimacy, he saves solely for you, blanketing them upon you in suffocating layers until you can scarcely breathe.

“It was wrong of me to do,” He reached across the table, his thick hand encompassing yours in a tight grip. “A matter required my utmost attention, but it was not fair to leave my wife at any point during our honeymoon. This time is reserved for you and me alone, and I went against that. I just want you to know that I only left because I had to, and that I hurried back the moment I was able. I hope you can forgive me.”

If you could have done so consequence free, you would have burst out laughing. Of all the wrongs Hanayama had committed against you, giving you breathing room was the most minor of offences.

“It’s alright Kaoru,” you shook your head, keeping your voice even “I understand, and I’m not upset at you. I spent most of my day out enjoying the ocean while you had to get work done, so really I’m the one who should feel sorry for you in this situation, right?”

He smiled at your jest, a sparkle in his eyes as they drank you in.

“You are always my top priority,” Releasing your hand, he went to cup your cheek, engulfing the entirety of it. His calloused thumb pressed in a bit too hard as he stroked you, scratching at the soft skin of your cheeks apple. His hold was deeply uncomfortable, but you dared not move. “Don’t forget that, (name). Never question how much I treasure you.”

A chill ran through you at the intensity of his words, the rough feel of his palm reminding you of each violation his hands had ever committed against you. You watched as his eyes darted to your lips, a different kind of hunger overtaking his expression as he began to lean towards you, eager for a kiss. In a slight panic, you readjusted yourself, creating a moment to break away.

“W-well, I really need to get this boxed up,” you spoke, pushing off the table until you were standing. Hanayama’s hand lingered in the air for a brief moment, still savoring the memory of holding you. An aggravated look flashed through his eyes, but was gone as quick as it came. “I don’t want to keep it out too long or else it will go bad. I’ll go grab a box.”

If there was going to be a time to escape him for the evening, this was it. You sprang into action, darting around the table as you made your way to the kitchen. The faster you could box up this meal, the faster you could excuse yourself and leave the room while Hanayama took his time finishing. Though it only would buy you a few minutes of privacy in the long run, any time to yourself was worth the effort.

But just before you could completely round the table, a tight grip around your waist snatched you from your course. In an instant you were tugged to the side, plucked up and planted until you were straddling one of your husband’s girthy legs.

Before your brain could even fully register what had happened, he was on you. Desirous, sloppy kisses littered your face as a salacious grin spread across his lips, a low growl rumbling from his chest with each smack of his lips. Your head was spinning at the speed it all occurred, a protesting whine all you could muster as his lips feverishly claimed yours.

Sweat mingled with the scent of his cologne, the heady scent a sign that his actions were quickly and effectively getting him riled up. Overcome with the essence of him, you could do little to fight his intrusion of your personal space, your balled fists pressing against his chest doing all they could to try and create distance. His tongue worked violently, the muscle forcing itself inside you until you were nearly choking on it. Your whole body was thrumming with discontent over how quickly Hanayama came to control your every sensation, his sheer mass totally overpowering all that you were.

The feverish grip he had on your hips kept you rooted, grasping you as if you were his lifeline. Bruises were already starting to form around the press of his fingers, your flesh searing in his hot hold. His hands began to forcibly gyrate your body, rocking you against his leg so that the short skirt you donned had ridden up completely, the sheer fabric of your panties the only thing keeping you from the raw friction of his leg. Your breath hitched as he jostled you against him, small pulses of unwanted pleasure resulting from the action.

His lips parted from yours, moving to latch on your neck. A dull ache emanated from the area he sucked, the bruises he had marked you with days prior not yet completely healed. Without warning, he bit into the tender flesh, causing you to jolt. A dark chuckle rumbled from within him at your response, his tongue laving up the small trail of blood the fresh wound had inflicted.

“My pretty wife,” he murmured in your ear, brushing the straps of your top off your shoulders, “Being apart from you made this day seem never ending. I longed for the moment I could come back and have you all to myself.”

He grabbed one of your hands off his chest, trailing it down his body until coming to a rest on the growing bulge of his crotch. He released a shuddering breath as he thrust against your unwilling palm, his hand guiding yours to trail his length through his tightening pants. Dread gripped you as he began to harden under your touch, his already impressive size growing with each hesitant stroke. Feeling him throb beneath you made your stomach turn, a horrible precursor to the pain you were about to endure.

“Feel what you do to me?” He rasped in your ear, hot breath fanning your neck, “This is all for you.”

“Please Kaoru, I-” Your meek voice began to object, but was cut off by another domineering kiss.

“You don’t have to beg me,” his voice was growing more ragged, breathing becoming choppier the harder he grinded your body against his, “Let me spoil you tonight, it’s the least my beautiful wife deserves for being such a good, patient girl for me.”

Unable to stand the torment of your touches any longer, he stood, throwing you over his shoulder in a display you could almost call barbaric. Making his way towards the bedroom, he smacked your ass harshly, eliciting a pleased hum at the pained gasp the act had garnered.

“I was going to offer dessert after our meal, but you have presented something much sweeter to me,” he chuckled as he entered the bedroom, tossing you to the awaiting bed, “And what you offer is something I would much rather devour.”

Tears stung your eyes as you watched Kaoru begin to shed his clothing, his scarred body coming more into view with each piece of fabric he cast aside.

“Get undressed,” he ordered, lust dripping from his features. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, before shooting you a cocky grin, “I can wait no longer. I love you so much, and you have no idea the limit’s I’ll go through to prove that to you.”

He took a step forward, inching his way up the bed, “But tonight, I don’t intend to stop until you understand.”

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eliezersaul · 11 months

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L: Me (June 16, 23) - - R: Sahar Kazes, IFBB. Since I was a teenager, I've had 3 or 4 goals that haven't changed with the years ... One of those goals, is to ... Yep, to become a musclebro. Or a gymbro. Or whatever people call them now - - I mean, my brother used to be a personal trainer back then, and I loved seeing him getting massive, and all the good vibes and positivity he used to exude. Then, he left the fitness world because of, well... Things unrelated to what I wanna say. I tried the musclebro thing back then, but my brother never understood I was just a newbie with a lot of stuff and problems on his mind... So, everytime I went to his gym, I ended up sore for two weeks!. So, long story short... I avoided training with him like if my life depended on it! ... and ironically, didn't have a lot of motivation or self esteem to go anywhere else to workout. My cousin followed my brother steps though, and he is right now what I still want to be. A biker musclebro. We don't talk a lot, but I feel happy for him. Genuinely happy.

But, anyway... The thing is, I've kinda hated when people have told me silly things (and this is an understatement!) for talking about this goal. Not a surprise that many people assume that: Bodybuilding/Going to a gym/Getting muscled = Becoming arrogant, dumb, or an obnoxious man... Sure, some dudes who go to the gym are that way, and some like to be that way but because (according to my own theory) they already were that way! Besides, there's always SOMETHING to learn about this world: Either a new routine, or a diet, or how your muscles work, or which workout will help you with which muscle, or the chemical components of what you eat daily, how to do a correct meal prep, supplements... Even those who use roids have to learn A MASSIVE TON of stuff. I remember my brother used to train a couple dudes when they were getting ready for a competition, and, maaaaan... Tons and tons of information.

Started going approximately a year ago, and, well... My diet is not the best one... Yet. But I like the testosterone rush I feel everyday after a good workout... And I don't consider myself a brainless, dumb dude... Nor planning/thinking about going that way.

...Honestly, F those who disencourage YOU from doing what you'd love. Get your gymspiration (or whatever inspiration you need to do good things) anywhere you need it!

And, yes. Getting big, hairy (test, minox... you name it), a couple tats, a sweet bike when cash allows it... BEING HAPPY WITH THE WAY I LOOK... I mean... Why not? I love that idea. Maybe I fell in love with the action stereotype from the 80s (yep, 80s/90s kid… Former trust fund kid anyway but that's a VERY different story mwhahahahaha), and, seeing that, and my brother, made me love it until today. I still want that!. The roid thing... I'm not exactly partial to it for myself. If it makes your boat float, go for it dude! In my case... Well, MAAAAAAAAAAYBE if I were a pro bodybuilder, an IFBB one, maybe/whoknows/i'dtryit/whatever... I'm not condoning its use, though! But, my motto is never say never!

For me, well, right now, seeing those giants at my current gym is a MAJOR inspiration. Can't talk to them or befriend them because, well... Issues to make friends, can't/don't know how to... (Thanks high school, you damaged me so much my ability to make friends got ruined forever).

Anyway... Just wanted to talk a bit about it.

So, yep. Still wanna be a musclebro, bro. PS: If anyone reads this, I'd love to read your comments! Thanks for making it this far!.

#from me #personal thoughts #men #personal things #things i think about #muscle #musclebro #flexing #bodybuilder #huge biceps #muscle bro #musclejock #Sahar Kazes #Bodybuilding

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krizaland · 5 years

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I've got an idea for Zim x Reader story. Zim lost his PAK and didnt get it back on time which led to his body death. But then Reader found PAK and uploaded Zim's consciousness to a computer. And now both Reader and Zim trying to figure out how to bring Zim back to the physical world. P.S. I know, that PAKs attach to every being availible, but can we just skip this? P.P.S. Sorry if i make mistakes. English is not my native language. P.P.P.S. Your stories are really cool. Thank you.

Thank you for your kind words and your very interesting request! I’ve actually got the perfect idea for this one!

Be warned: I decided to take inspiration from Issues #24 and #25 of the Invader Zim comic series. So there will be some spoilers ahead! If you haven’t read issue #25 then I highly recommend you do so. However, if you’ve already read it or just don’t mind spoilers then read on! Reader will also be hit on by a very gross creep! While, there won’t be anything sexual, things might get very uncomfortable. There will also be some swearing ahead.

Here’s the song I used btw

You let out a groan as you slowly opened your heavy eyelids.

“Oh hey! You’re finally awake!”

You let out a gasp as you were greeted by none other than Fitzoo-Menga!

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you there!” He chuckled as he pressed a few buttons on his chair.

The moment he got closer to you, the most foul odor assaulted your nostrils.

You nearly gagged as you started to cough.

“I take it you....must be...Fitzoo-Menga” You wheezed through your coughs.

“Please call me, Virooz. It’s who I am on the inside!” He purred as he circled you.

“Why did you kidnap me?!” You heaved as you managed to catch your breath.

“Because your Zim’s life mate! At first I was gonna destroy you for making Zim all soft and stuff but you’re actually kinda hot so I think I might keep you around for a while!” Virooz chuckled as he stroked your face.

“Hey! Quit it!” You whined as you tried to turn your head away from him.

“Aww! Playing hard to get I see.” Virooz cooed as he patted your cheek.

“Let me go! I wouldn’t date you even if I wasn’t already dating Zim!” You snarled as you struggled in your restraints.

“Aww, Come on, baby! You gotta be crazy to not want to date a High-Tech qudrillionaire genius!” Virooz pouted.

“Well then throw me in the crazy house! Because I’m not interested in dating someone who smells like he hasn’t showered in 300 years!” You snarled as you shot him a glare.

“Oooh! Feisty! Virooz likey.” Virooz crooned as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Eww! Stop looking at me like that!” You gagged as you tried to avoid Virooz’s hungry gaze.

“Don’t worry! You’ll learn to love me, baby!” Virooz chuckled with a wink.

You were just about ready to vomit when

BEEP! BEEP!

“Oh! Looks like your now ex boyfriend is nearby!” Virooz sang as he turned to his main computer and pressed a few buttons.

SHOOMP!

Zim was lifted off the ground and sucked up into the ship

PLOP!

Zim fell onto a bright green couch.

“Welcome, Zim.” Virooz crooned without turning his chair around.

“Virooz I presume! Why have you brought this humble janitor to-” Zim asked.

“You’re not a janitor and you didn’t fool anyone with your stupid disguise, Zim!” Virooz’s voice was ice cold as he spoke.

“Fine! I am indeed Zim! Just as you, ‘Virooz’ are Fitsoo-Menga! I’m right about that right?” Zim’s voice shrank a bit as he spoke.

“Yep”

“JUST WHAT IS YOUR GAME, VIROOZ?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY Y/N?!” Zim demanded as he snapped a finger in his direction.

“My game is to make you stop sucking! And as for Y/N? They’re right here! ” Virooz cackled as he spun his chair around and revealed you tied up in a chair.

“RELEASE Y/N! RELEASE THEM OR SUFFER THE WRATH OF ZIM!” Zim roared as he stomped his foot.

“Relax, Zim! I’m not gonna hurt Y/N. I wouldn’t want to hurt my new life mate!” Virooz chuckled as he put his hands on his stomach.

“Eh?! Your life mate?! But Y/N is my life mate!” Zim whined as he gestured to himself.

“Not anymore! Y/N is my life mate now!” Virooz taunted as he patted your head.

“No way! Get your hands off of me you creep!” You snarled as you tried to move your head away from Virooz.

“You know, I was going to like destroy them and stuff but man! They are feisty! Y/N is the only thing about you now that doesn’t suck, Zim!” Virooz purred as he kept stroking your head like a cat.

“GET YOUR FILTHY CYBER APPENDAGES OFF OF MY Y/N!” Zim let out a war cry and lunged at Virooz

SWIP!

CRASH!

Virooz moved his chair aside, causing Zim’s face to kiss the floor.

Zim let out a groan as he peeled himself off of the floor.

“Wow! Even your attempts so save your life mate are lame!” Virooz shook his head as he pushed a few buttons on his chair.

SWIP!

A chair came zooming into the room and knocked into Zim’s legs, causing him to fall into it.

All you could do was watch Zim scream in agony as he was forcibly tied to the chair.

“There! Now that everyone’s here, I think you need a reminder of just how awesome you used to be!” Virooz exclaimed as he pressed another button on his chair.

ZAP!

A large monitor in the center of the room crackled to life and the lights dimmed.

Inside the Irken Dooqbase, Commander Poki was giving the Invaders-in training a lecture on why they should never remove their PAKs.

“…And, as Private Sox is showing us, rookies, that is why you never detach your PAK! The PAK is all that you are as an Irken! It controls your body! It contains your memories! And emergency directions to the nearest snack stockpile.” Commander Poki explained as she held up Private Sox’s PAK.

“There you go, Private Sox! Neurothing on!” Commander Poki dropped Private Sox’s PAK and pulled out a small pen like device.

“REATTACHMENT PROTOCOL”

And with that, several metal tentacles whipped out from Private Sox’s PAK. Private Sox’s PAK then scuttled off to reunite with its host.

You hummed as you slowly became invested in the recording. Zim mentioned that his PAK was basically his brain but you never knew that it could come off.

“Enjoying the show so far?” Virooz whispered.

You let out a gasp as you felt his hot, smelly breath burn against your ear.

“Heh. You sure are jumpy.” Virooz teased as his arms slithered around you.

“Get off of me!” You hissed as you tried to shake him off of you.

“Mmm…Keep that fire burning baby.” Virooz purred as he released you.

A shudder ran down your spine as you turned your attention back to the monitor.

As the recording went on, you couldn’t help but giggle. Zim was so cute when he was younger, despite blowing up the entire Dooqbase.

Soon the recording came to an end and the lights came back on.

“That was amazingness, maaaan! The way you blew up that dooqbase? Sick! And your first mission, too!” Virooz gushed as he zipped in front of Zim.

You and Zim exchanged confused glances for a moment.

“Of all your videos that I hacked from the Irken military archives, that is definitely top three. Well, top five. If you don’t include that things with the Electro-slugs and the rubber shorts. That was killer, maaan!” Virooz bailed as spittle begun to fly from his lips.

“So you’re a fan of my work. Great. So am I. Now let me and Y/N go.” Zim growled as his ruby eyes narrowed.

“Fan? Man, I am like all over your work! I mean, yeah, by day I’m Fitzoo-Menga, high-tech quadrillionaire genius. But at night, I am totes into your stuff!” Virooz gushed.

“And sticking cyber-things on your hideous body, it seems.” Zim muttered.

“And being a disgusting creep.” You added.

“Oooh! There’s that fire again! Man, I’m glad I didn’t destroy you, baby! We’re gonna have sooo much fun together!” Virooz giggled.

“Stop calling me that! I’m not your baby!” You snarled as you shook in your seat.

“Yeah! Y/N is Zim’s baby! Not yours!” Zim added as he tried to scoot in front of you.

“Whatever.” Virooz scoffed as he flicked his wrist.

“Anyway, Fitzoo-” Zim began

“Call me Virooz! It’s who I really am inside!” Virooz crooned as he gestured to himself.

“Well, Virooz-”

“Virooz got your attention by getting GIR to attack you!” Virooz cooed.

“Well, Virooz-”

“Virooz led you inside GIR’s programming to give you the coordinates to Cyberflox!” Virooz chuckled.

“Well, Virooz-”

“Virooz kindapped Y/N and seduced them.”

“No you did not!” You gagged.

“Then Virooz watched your every move on mall security cams!” Virooz squished his cheeks.

“Well, Virooz-”

“And Virooz grabbed you when you figured out the truth! I am Viroooooooz!” Virooz cackled.

“WELL, VIROOZ!!!!! If you will stop blowing your word-hole!!! WHY ARE WE HERE?! Do you want my autograph?” Zim roared as he shot Virooz a glare.

“No way maaaaan! You’re terrible now!” Virooz whined as he pressed a few keys on his main computer.

“Terrible?!” Zim parroted.

“Ever since you’ve been on Earth, you’ve gone totally downhill! Squishing the Earth with Mars? What is that?! Or that bologna serum? And what’s with the big-headed kid?! Who cares about him?!” Virooz complained as gestured to all of Zim’s previous schemes on screen.

“All right-”

“Oh, and now you’ve given up on being an Invader?! Just because you got a totally hot life mate?! Maan, I don’t even know who you are anymore! You’re not my Zim that’s for sure! Why can’t you go back to destroying things?! I’ll bet Y/N would look so much hotter setting off some gigabooms with you!” Virooz pouted as he folded his arms.

“You’re right, he’s not your Zim. He never was! Zim is his own awesome person, who doesn’t exist just to please sweaty man-babies like you! Things change, Virooz! Things change! Zim has indeed changed and he will continue to change whether you like it or not! You wanna know why? Because Zim is growing up! Maybe you should try it sometime!” You ranted as you wriggled in your seat.

“Hot damn! Did you hear that?! Maaan, That was so spicy! What a savage! See, Zim?! At least your life mate is cooler than you!” Virooz squealed as he dragged you closer to him

“GET YOUR CYBER HANDS OFF OF MY Y/N! And as for your feedback, I will take it….And ignore it! NOW LET Y/N AND I GO!” Zim demanded as he scooted closer.

“Nuh-uh! See, I know how to fix your slump! I’m going to become you!” Virooz cackled as a creepy grin spread across his face.

“WHAAT?!” You and Zim exclaimed in unison.

BEEP! BEEP!

“Oh, look! We’re here, Planet Dooq, site of your first awesome mission” Virooz announced as he begun to land the ship.

“Well, it was pretty awesome.” Zim admitted.

“Do you know what this is?” Virooz chuckled as he pulled out a large poorly constructed PAK.

“Terrible?” Zim retorted.

“Garbage?” You grumbled.

“It’s my version of an Irken PAK! I designed it myself!” Virooz boasted as he patted his mechanical abomination.

“You designed it terrible.” Zim noted.

“Come on, Maaaan! It does everything the Irken PAK does! Holds your personality. Controls a body. Plus full surround sound speakers!” Virooz beamed as he made the PAK play horrible music.

“So you want me to endorse it?” Zim asked as he tilted his head in confusion.

“Nope! I’m going to dump my mind in it… and attach it to your body!” Virooz squealed as he shoved the poorly constructed PAK in Zim’s face.

“WHAT?! Never!” Zim screeched.

“Yeah! This is insane, Virooz! I don’t even think your underdeveloped brain is even compatible with Zim’s body!” You added.

“Just wait here, duuuuudes. While I get just one sick thing from the wreckage! Oh and one more thing!” Virooz chuckled as he made his way towards you.

SMOOCH!

Virooz planted a sloppy, wet kiss onto your cheek.

“Bye baby! See you real soon! Computer! Lock the hatch!” Virooz purred as the door locked behind him.

You sat gobsmacked for a moment as you tried desperately to hold back your vomit.

“Y/N! Are you alright?!” Zim yelped as he scooted his chair next to you.

“No….Oh god I feel so violated…” You shuddered as a few tears trickled down your cheeks.

“Don’t cry, my sweet, Y/N! I’ll get us free from these primitive chairs!” Zim reassured as he activated a multitool from his PAK.

“At least we’re in this together.” You sniffled as you tried to regain your composure.

“He tied us up with rope! What kind of idiot uses rope?! Now let’s see.. Ion inverter…Transphasic screwdriver…Quarkmonker….Transcranila Binulator…..Polarmonistonic Corkscrew…Lot of stuff in this thing..” Zim grumbled as he searched through his multitool.

“Why don’t you try the-”

“Shh! Not now, my sweet! I need to concentrate!” Zim hushed as he continued his search.

You let out a sigh and shook your head. You loved your boyfriend but sometimes he was just so stubborn!

“Ah ha! Tweezers!” Zim announced as he selected the small pair of tweezers amongst the sea of other gadgets.

“Really tweezers?” You groaned as you raised an eyebrow.

“Yes! Tweezers are the perfect tool for a job like this, sweet Y/N! Now just hold on while I tweeze myself free! Once I’m free of this primitive rope, I can set you free as well!” Zim explained as he begun to tweeze away at the rope.

Meanwhile, Virooz ventured out into the ruins of the Dooqbase and stumbled upon a first aid kit.

“Aha! An Irken Neurothing!” Virooz cheered as he held up the neurothing.

It wasn’t long before Zim was almost free of his rope prison.

“Almost completely tweezed through…” Zim muttered as he got a communicator device from his PAK.

“Zim to GIR! Come in GIR!” Zim screamed into the communicator.

GIR was hanging out in a birthday cake alongside Minimoose who was wearing a purple flowery sun hat.

BRRING! BRRING!

GIR’s head opened up and projected a hologram of Zim.

“GIR! It’s an emergency! I need you to-What are you doing?”

“I’m a birthday cake!” GIR chirped.

“Ohhh-kay. I need you to get the ship and get to my coordinates immediately! Understand?!” Zim commanded.

“Yes, my master!”

“Good! Zim out”

GIR was about to cut the call but Zim stopped him.

“I mean now GIR!”

“Oooh! Ok! Come’ere ship!” GIR chirped.

BOOM!

The ship crashed through a wall and zipped in front of GIR and Minimoose.

“WE GOIN’ TO SPAAAACE!” GIR sang as he hopped into the ship.

“Neyah!” Minimoose squeaked as the ship blasted off into the starry sky.

Meanwhile, Zim had finally managed to tweeze himself free of his primitive prison.

BAM!

Zim burst free and rushed to your side.

“Fear not, my sweet Y/N! For Zim is here to set you free!” Zim sang as he untied you.

You let out a sigh of relief as you felt the rope loosen.

“Thanks, Zim!” You hopped out of your chair and stretched for a moment.

“Of course! Zim wouldn’t leave you with that DISGUSTING Virooz! Now let’s clean your beautiful face free of Virooz’s FILTHY SLOBBER!” Zim pulled out some wipes from his PAK and cleaned your face.

“Victory! I have successfully eliminated all traces of Virooz’s FITHLY SLOBBER!” Zim cackled as he put the wipes away.

“Thank you so, so much, Zim!” You squealed as you rubbed your now clean cheek.

“It was no trouble, sweet, Y/N! I-”

SMOOCH!

Zim was cut off by you planting a much cleaner kiss on his cheek.

Zim’s PAK sparked as his antennas sprung straight up. His face turned a darker shade of green as his worm like tongue hung out of his mouth. He let out a few chirps and purrs as he rubbed his cheek.

You let out a giggle at Zim’s lovestruck behavior.

Zim shook away his infatuation and cleared his throat.

“Now, the door is locked! So we shall escape through the ventilation ducts!” Zim announced as he gestured to one of the ventilation ducts.

“Are you are that’s the best way-”

“Of course it is, sweet Y/N! Now come on! We don’t have much time!” Zim insisted as he ripped off the ventilation duct’s grate and pulled you inside with him.

Zim’s spider legs clicked against the inside of the ducts as he held your hand and lead you along.

After what felt like a few minutes of struggling to navigate through the maze of ventilation ducts, Zim had found an opening.

“AHA! Freedom!” Zim squealed as he burst open the grate and pushed you out with him.

PLOP!

PAF!

You fell flat on your rear as Zim plopped into your lap.

“Hey duuuuudes! Trying to get away? Epic fail!” Virooz taunted as he floated back into the room.

“We did this on purpose! To show you we escaped your primitive rope!” Zim lied as he gently crawled out of your lap.

“Yeah! Seriously? Rope? How uncreative! You claim to be a high-tech quadrillionaire genius and all you had to capture us with is rope?” You added as you got up and put your hands on your hips.

“Primitive? Uncreative? Rope is classic, maaaaan! You’ve gotten so lame you couldn’t even save your life mate and leave the ship, Zim! But hey look what I got! An Irken neurothing! For detaching and replacing Irken PAKs! Killer right?!” Virooz sang as he waved around the neurothing.

You gasped as you stood in front of Zim protectively.

“Move aside, baby! It’s time for me to take over Zim’s body, go out there into the galaxy and restore his former glory!” Virooz cheered as he shoved you aside with his chair.

You let out a yelp as you plopped onto your bottom.

“Y/N! Listen, Virooz! You will never be Zim! I am Zim! Your Zim would be a grubby shadow of the real Zim! Weak as a sickly mweep! Stinky like the rotten fruit of the filth-squeezing filth tree of-”

Suddenly, Zim’s rant was cut off by the sound of the Neurothing activating.

CLANG!

FLOP!

Zim’s PAK popped right off his back, causing his body to follow suit.

“Even your speeches got dumb!” Virooz groaned as he hovered Zim’s lifeless body.

“ZIM!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?!” You seethed as you rushed to Zim’s side.

“Relax, baby. Zim’s gonna be juust fine!” Virooz tried to sound reassuring but his voice dripped with malice.

A sinister grin spread across Virooz’s face as he pulled out his poorly contracted PAK and tried to jam it into Zim’s back.

“NO!” You screeched as you tried to stop Virooz.

But you were too late.

Virooz had already attached his poorly constructed PAK and hooked it up to his brain.

“Transferrrrr!” Virooz sang as he begun to download his brain into the new PAK.

Virooz screamed in agony as all of his mind and spirt was ripped from his brain.

All you could to was watch in horror as that sweaty man child took over your boyfriend’s body.

Soon, Virooz’s disgusting, sweaty body was left a lifeless husk as the download finished completion.

Soon, Zim’s body begun to shudder and squirm about.

“I AM ZIIIIIM!!!”

You let out a shriek when you heard Virooz’s voice come out of Zim’s body.

“See, baby? I told you your Zim would be just fine!” Virooz crooned as he flopped about in Zim’s body.

“You-You’re not my Zim! Get out of his body, you monster!” You commanded as you backed away form him.

“No way, baby! This is my body now! I’m going to go out there and start a new era! By rolling in the dust of my enemies! C’mon! Let’s go on a rampage together!” Virooz sang as he tried to grab you by the hand, only for his to go limp.

“That’s not your body, Virooz! You don’t even know how to control it!” You seethed as you gestured to his now noodle like arms.

“I’m not Virooz anymore! Didn’t you hear me?! I am ZIM! Don’t worry! I’ll get used to this body in no time!” Virooz insisted as he tried to reach for your hand again only to miss and have his hand wiggle about.

“Give Zim his body back, NOW!” You commanded as you shot him a fiery glare.

“Oooh yeah, baby! Gimme some more of that fire!! Mmm! We are gonna have some fun tonight!” Virooz purred as he continued to flail about in Zim’s body.

“You’re disgusting! Give Zim his body back now, you creep!” You demanded as you snapped a finger in his face.

“How many times do I gotta say this, baby? I. AM. ZIM!!! The other guy you keep talking about is dead! I’m Zim now and there’s nothing you can do about it! Now, come on! We got a galaxy to doom!” Virooz cackled as he continued to throw around Zim’s body like a rag doll.

“I’m not going anywhere until you return what you’ve stolen!” You snarled.

“Fine then! Who needs you anyway?! I AM ZIIIM! I don’t need anybody! Computer! Lock the hatch!” And with that Virooz stumbled out of the ship as the door locked behind him

“Virooz! Come back!! Zim needs his body!!!” You pleaded as you banged on the locked door.

You slowly slid to your knees as you realized that your pleas weren’t going to be heard. All you could do was sob.

“Zim….I’m so sorry…I couldn’t save you…” You choked out as you picked up the neurothing.

PING!

“EMERGENCY ATTACHMENT PROTOCOL.”

You let out a gasp as you saw several metal tentacles slither out from Zim’s PAK. Soon the PAK scuttled off in search of a new host.

Luckily, Virooz had abandoned his chair. It smelled a bit but it would have to do.

CLANG!

ZAP!

Zim’s PAK latched onto the chair and projected an image of Zim’s face.

“You cannot defeat me, Virooz! I activated the emergency attachment protocol and attached to… A CHAIR?! I’m a chair now. Great.” Zim grumbled.

“Zim!! Oh thank god you’re ok!” You squealed as you ran up to the chair and tried to hug it.

“Y/N! Don’t worry! Zim is fine! I’m just…a chair now I guess.” Zim sighed.

“We gotta get you out of this chair and back into your real body!” You yelped.

“Worry not, sweet Y/N! Chairzim will triumph!” Zim insisted as he unlocked the door and took you outside with him.

You activated your special space helmet and held onto Chairzim tight.

“If we’re gonna get your body back, we’re gonna need a better vessel than a chair. Do you think we can find something in these ruins?” You asked as you scanned the area.

“Well…I suppose you make a good point. Let’s see what we can find.” Zim hummed as he floated around.

After a few minutes of searching, Zim let out an excited gasp.

Standing before you and Zim was a MASSIVE mech!

“THERE! The Dunedoomer! The perfect vessel for Zim! Besides my SUPERIOR IRKEN BODY of course!” Zim cheered as he gestured to the mech.

“Holy crap! This is awesome, Zim! But how are we gonna get it running?” You asked as you hopped off of Zim and knocked on one of the mech’s rusty legs.

“Just leave that to me! Y/N? Did you happen to find a neurothing by chance?” Zim asked.

“Huh? Oh! It’s this thing right? Virooz dropped it before he left!” You chirped as you held up the neurothing.

“Excellent work, Y/N! Now on the count of three you will activate the neurothing and I will activate the emergency attachment protocol. Once I’ve activated the emergency attachment protocol, I will attach my PAK to the mech!” Zim instructed.

“You got it, master!” You giggled with a salute.

Zim let out a dopey giggle before clearing his throat.

“Ready? One…Two… Three! NOW MY SWEET!” Zim commanded.

“I love you, Zim! You wailed as you activated the neurothing.

CLANG!

Zim’s PAK fell off the chair and into the ground.

“EMERGANCY REATTACHMENT PROTOCOL”

And with that, Zim’s PAK scuttled off and attached itself to the mech.

Meanwhile, Virooz had stumbled his way into an abandoned weapon chamber.

“Now these are some real weapons!” He giggled as he browsed the weapon rack.

Soon, Virooz’s browsing was interrupted by an all too familiar laugh echoing throughout the room.

“Who’s there?! I got a bazooka and I’m not afraid to use it!” Virooz yelped as he struggled to hold up a large bazooka.

“Let me introduce myself”

BOOM!

The wall burst open to reveal Zim in his new mech body with you sitting on it’s ‘shoulder’.

When the dust settled, Virooz’s floppy jaw hit the ground.

“What the-? Really, dude?! Now you decide to stop sucking?!” Virooz stuttered as he almost dropped his bazooka.

“You didn’t think I was done? Did ya?” Zim sang as he thundered forward.

“Well I just begun having my fun, baby!” The ground shook as Zim continued to show off his new body.

“Some people live for attention, playing the victim. But baby, I was born to do the KILLING!” Zim cackled as he activated his laser guns and burst a hole into an empty slot on the weapons rack.

Virooz gasped and desperately struggled to pull the bazooka’s trigger with his limp fingers.

“I see how you’e going crazy, always thinking ‘bout me baby on the daily! Feed me your negativity! Talk some more about me! I know that you love me. LOVE ME!” Zim roared

Virooz loaded his bazooka and started to fire.

BLAM!

PINK!

BLAM!

PINK!

Every shot ricocheted off of Zim as he continued his song.

“Funny how you think I’m bothered! Know, I’m nothing like the others! You shouldn’t have messed with me ‘cuz I heard that you’re afraid of monsters. MONSTERS!” Zim stomped his foot, causing Virooz to shoot upward for a moment.

Virooz let out a shriek as the bazooka went flying out of his noodle hands.

“Are you ready for the monster?” Zim stomped forward as Virooz picked up a later gun and tried to fire it.

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

Not a single shot even made a dent on Zim’s new body.

“Are you ready for the monster?” Zim continued his rampage, slowly getting closer and closer to Virooz.

Virooz picked up another weapon and tried to fire it.

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

Once again, no luck. Zim’s body was still intact and Virooz ran out of ammo.

“Are you ready for the monster?” A sinister smile spread across Zim’s face as he left tracks on the sandy floor.

Not wanting to give up just yet, Virooz picked up another weapon and tried again.

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

Still no luck. Zim was still standing and Virooz was growing more and more panicked.

“Are you ready for the monster?” Zim had never felt more powerful.

Virooz let out a growl as he kept trying to take Zim down.

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

Virooz had lost once again and scrambled to find more weapons.

“You ain’t ready for the monster. Monster!” Zim cackled.

“Man! Why couldn’t you have been this cool before I had to steal your body!” Virooz spluttered as he frantically rummaged through the debris.

“I’m just being me! Cut out the things that I don’t need!” Zim growled as he begun to follow Virooz.

“But you need me, dude! Without me you’d just keep on sucking!” Virooz countered as he continued his search.

“I don’t care if you disagree! I don’t need no sympathy! Winning the game on my own! Yeah, BABY!” The ground shook as Zim savored every second of his power trip.

Virooz gasped as he tried to run but ended up falling flat on his face.

“I see how you’e going crazy, always thinking ‘bout me baby on the daily! Feed me your negativity! Talk some more about me! I know that you love me. LOVE ME!” Zim cackled as he loomed over Virooz.

Virooz peeled himself off the ground and kept running.

“Are you ready for the monster?” Zim blocked Virooz at every turn.

“Aha! Got you now!” Virooz let out a nervous laugh as he struggled to hold up a large laser gun.

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

Virooz let out a squeak as he ran out of ammo once more.

“Are you ready for the monster?” You sang along as you gave Virooz the smuggest grin you could muster.

Virooz had finally found another weapon and gave it one last try.

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

“C’mon! C’mon! Don’t die on me too!” Virooz whined as he shook his weapon.

“Are you ready for the monster?” Zim’s stomps grew louder with each step.

STOMP!

“Monster?”

STOMP!

“Monster?”

STOMP!

“YOU AIN’T READY FOR THE MONSTER! MONSTER!” Zim bellowed.

Virooz desperately tried to search for another weapon but there were none left.

He tried to make one last run for it but realized he was at a dead end!

“Ah, it could’ve been so different between us! But then you went and messed everything up!” The room darkened as Zim’s shadow engulfed Virooz.

Virooz almost found a way out but you jumped off of Zim and blocked his exit.

“Going somewhere, Baby?” You sneered sarcastically.

“You took a knife and stabbed me in the back! Took everything I had! Sat in your chair and laughed!” Zim’s words dripped with venom as he drew closer.

“C’mon! I’m in your body! You wouldn’t want anything to happen to it right? Right?!” Virooz pleaded as he found himself drowning in stolen sweat.

“This is the last time, I’m gonna tell you now! If you try to break me, I’m gonna burn you down! Baby I’m done with you! Not coming back for you!” Zim’s voice was a low growl.

“Please man! I’m your biggest fan!” Virooz pleaded as he shrank down to his knees.

“NOW, Y/N!”

“With pleasure!” You sang as you grabbed Virooz and activated the neurothing.

CLANG!

Virooz’s PAK fell to the ground with Zim’s stolen body following suit.

“Funny how you think I’m bothered! Know, I’m nothing like the others! You shouldn’t have messed with me ‘cuz I heard that you’re afraid of monsters. MONSTERS!” Zim roared as he let you climb back onto his ‘shoulder’.

“Are you ready for the monster?” Zim stomped towards Virooz’s PAK

STOMP!

“Monster?”

STOMP!

“Monster?”

STOMP!

“Are you ready for the monster?” You joined in and started to clap along to the beat.

STOMP!

“Monster?”

STOMP!

“Monster?”

STOMP!

“YOU AIN’T READY FOR THE MONSTER!” Zim let out a maniacal laugh that rumbled throughout the ruins of the weapons chamber.

“Alright, Zim! Let’s get you back into your real body and get rid of Virooz’s PAK before he tries anything.” You giggled.

“Aww! Can’t I stay in this one for just five more minutes?” Zim pouted.

“Well, I can’t exactly kiss a mech.” You teased as you hopped off of his ‘shoulder’ and grabbed the Irken neurothing.

“Oh, ok! But only because you said so!” Zim huffed.

“Alright! I’m activating the neurothing!” You warned as you hopped onto Zim’s ‘shoulder’ one last time.

“Three…two…One!”

CLANG!

CRASH!

Zim’s PAK fell to the ground with the mech following suit.

“EMERGENCY REATTACHMENT PROTOCOL”

And with that, Zim’s PAK was reunited with its proper host.

“HA! VICTORY! I AM ZIM!! AGAIN!!” Zim cheered as he peeled himself off of the ground.

“I’m so glad you’re you again! Now what are we gonna do with this hunk of junk?” You asked as you held up Virooz’s PAK.

“I think I have an idea!” Zim chirped as he pointed to the sky.

And with that, Zim snatched Virooz’s PAK out of your hands and carried it outside.

“Where are you going?” You asked as you followed Zim.

“You’ll see.” Zim assured as he stopped in front of a large couch.

“Let’s see how he likes his new vessel.” Zim chuckled darkly as he threw Virooz’s PAK onto the couch.

“REATTACHMENT PROTOCOL”

Soon Virooz’s PAK attached into the couch.

“Ugh…What?! I’m still alive?!” Virooz whined.

“Unfortunately.” You grumbled.

“Really, Zim? You’re too lame to properly kill me?! And here I thought you were actually cool again! You really are terrible!” Virooz griped.

“Naaah! I AM ZIM! I AM AMAZING! Anyone who says I’m terrible is just too stupid to see it!” Zim boasted as he put his hands on his hips.

“The only terrible one here is you, Virooz! You harassed me, tried to possess a body that wasn’t even yours and you were stupid enough to tie us up with rope and to leave the Irken neurothing back on the ship!” You ranted as you punched one of Virooz’s couch cushions.

“OW! How does a couch feel pain?!” Virooz whined.

“Shut the fuck up, you literal couch potato!” You snarled as you stood in front of Zim protectively.

“At least you still have that fire…” Virooz whimpered.

You were about to rip him to shreds when,

ZOOM!

The Voot Cruiser zoomed by and plopped right in front of both you and Zim.

“HI MASTER! HI UNICORN! HOP ON IN!” GIR urged as he motioned for you two to get in.

“Looks like our ride is here, Y/N.” Zim chuckled as he grabbed you and pulled you inside the ship.

“Maybe now that you’e a couch you can finally get laid!” You quipped as GIR closed the Voot’s entrance and blasted off.

Zim, GIR, and Minimoose burst into hysterical laughter as the Voot left Dooq.

“That was glorious, Y/N!” Zim wheezed as he wiped away a pink tear.

“Thanks! God, he was lucky that GIR showed up with the ship! Otherwise Virooz would’ve been all stuffing!” You giggled.

“Now, about that kiss you were talking about earlier…” Zim purred as he nuzzled next to you.

“But of course, master.”

SMOOCH!

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WARNING: Watersports (heavy emphasis), facials.

NOTE: Last Dustmas is entirely written by NaughtyButWeiss, and could basically be taken as a canon sequel to Dustmas Cookies or non-canon, however you choose to view it really. Thanks again to RuBee for helping to make this happen! If you’re interested in requesting something look us up on Tumblr for details (to be posted soon, we promise)! Happy Dustmas!

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A year had passed for Ruby and Blake. A year of minor trials and tribulations, struggling to figure out who they were to each other while at Beacon Academy. Everything settled eventually – especially now that they were out to most of their friends. That helped in bucketloads.

They were doing their best to console Yang this year. Weiss had been called home to Atlas to celebrate with her family, despite her numerous protests that she would rather spend that time with her friends. To make matters worse, they had just gotten in a fight the day classes ended because Yang was begging her to come out to them so they would understand. In Weiss’s words, “If I do that I might as well be saying goodbye to the Schnee family forever,” which had led to a whole new realm of bickering. Less than a fun holiday sendoff.

“Awww, come on, help me with these popcorn chains.”

Yang barely uttered a “mmm” as her sister nudged her. Blake shrugged helplessly as she kept running the needle and thread through more pieces of popcorn.

“Well… okay, what about if we put on your favourite Dustmas movie? Oh No I’m Alone 2: Lost In…”

“Lost In Atlas? Yeah, maybe not right now.”

Shoot. Ruby definitely hadn’t meant to remind her of Weiss yet again; she couldn’t help that the movie was set where her girlfriend was, practically on the other side of the world. Still, she had put her foot in her mouth and decided to leave it shut for now.

“Maybe we should go out caroling,” Blake suggested softly, trying for a small smile. Hoping to cheer up her battle partner. “Get out of here for a while and see the rest of Patch – maybe show me around Signal?”

“You saw Signal last time.” After a second or two, Yang sighed and looked back and forth between those two. “And Dad’s up there right now, and I just… maybe I’ll go spar with him. You two should just hang out here and ignore me.”

Both of her teammates wrapped arms around hers on either side, cuddling in slightly. “But we want you to have a good holiday!” Ruby protested. “Eggnog? Cocoa? Mulled cider? Oh – cookies always cheer you up!”

Finally, her big sister cracked a smile. “No, cookies always cheer you up. You don’t need me as an excuse to make them.” Then she reached up to ruffle Ruby’s hair, earning a little giggle. “But seriously, I’m gonna take off for a while. Let me brood and you guys have fun, and… I dunno. Maybe I can shake this mood eventually.”

“Alright, Yang,” Blake put in gently as she sat back to let Yang get up. “But we’re here if you need us.” She brandished her scroll warningly.

“Got it, loud and clear. Thanks, guys.”

Still, the heavy atmosphere hung over the two of them now that the usually-boisterous party girl was gone. They slowly started finishing the popcorn chain again.

“Well, this blows.”

“I know,” Blake sighed, eyes sad as her nimble fingers worked. “I really thought we could stick by Yang’s side and keep her from missing her girlfriend. But I mean, at least it’s a step up from throwing me into the snow.”

Ruby snorted and scooted closer to Blake. “Yep, she’s a big sister and a hothead. But she’ll cheer up, y’know? Weiss promised she’d call tonight, and would fly out for the new year, even though her dad is throwing a big fit. So like, compromises and stuff.”

With a little nod, Blake kept stringing as Ruby patted her thigh. She braced for impact. Any second now…

“Wait… Blake…”

“Yes?”

“Are you-” Ruby leaned over to peer up at Blake’s face. While Blake tried to look nonchalant, eyes pointed off toward the fireplace. “What the heck?!”

“Shh!” she hissed back, cheeks just starting to pinken. “Keep it down.”

“Why? Nobody else is here! Why are you like this now? Do you have some kinda thing for popcorn?!” Then she folded her arms. “Do you have a thing for my sister?”

“WHAT?! NO! I mean, she’s really hot, but that isn’t…” Sighing, she threw down the popcorn chain into the bowl. “You know they upped my dosage. I can’t help it if some days are different than others!”

It was true. Because Blake was born differently than most girls, she needed special medication to maintain her girlish figure; a mixture of herbal remedies and a couple of different varieties of Dust particles. T o offset the testosterone trying to reassert itself, they had increased her prescription from once a month to once every three weeks. There had been times since then where she had no interest in sex at all for days at a time. And then, at other times…

“So you literally are hard as a rock for no reason? Like, not even because I’m here?”

Blake shrugged awkwardly, thighs squirming and causing the bump in her shorts to shift . “I’m still crazy in love with you, but no, I wasn’t thinking about you or doing anything like that. And before you ask, no, I am not sexually attracted to popcorn.”

“Huh. So… I mean, would it be bad to take care of it? Or good? I dunno, since it’s because of the drugs…”

“I don’t think that part matters,” she snorted. “But you can ignore it. Even if it doesn’t go away, it’s no big deal.”

O f course, a second later Ruby got that same sneaky look on her face that she wore so often lately. Before they stole into a broom closet or under the bleachers again. Then her hand wrapped around the bulge and began to stroke.

“Mmhh… or we could take care of it,” Blake sighed, eyes closing as her hips twisted from side to side. “That’s… good, too… God, Ruby!”

Soon the bowl of popcorn was sitting on the side table and Blake was being jerked off in earnest by the younger girl. Ruby painted herself along her girlfriend’s side as her fingers finally worked that beautiful cock free of its confines, encircling it with just the right amount of pressure – as she had been learning over the past couple of years a little at a time. It was so warm and smooth in her hand, and her own heat was definitely starting to grow from knowing how much her Blake enjoyed this.

“You wanna… put it in me again?” she breathed huskily, eyes full of the promise of more.

“Mmm, Ruby...”

Instead of really answering, she just claimed her mouth, tangling their lips together as she was slowly stoked to blazing. Ruby moved to straddle her lap, mewling into the kisses in just the right way to make her unable to ignore. By now, they had evolved beyond condoms – because Blake wasn’t the only one with a prescription. The smaller of the two worked her own shorts aside and wasted no time sinking down on that gorgeous cock.

“NH! Oh wow… y-you’re so wet, why?”

“Because you feel good,” she squeaked, eyes screwing shut as she weathered the initial discomfort of being entered. She was still tight even after so long together, but if they worked up to it slower there was no discomfort at all. Trouble was, sometimes they were impatient. “Nnh! Oooh… yeeaahhh, there we go…”

All Blake could do was lean back and take it. Not that she was complaining. When their relationship had begun, she was very uncertain about taking a smaller, younger girl and “claiming” her – being the dominant party with the typically male equipment. Lucky Yang, her girlfriend was the same age and bossy, and both of them had the same equipment. More equality. However, Ruby had quickly shown her that she was just as enthusiastic in bed, and wanted to take charge all the time. She got just as excited about this as she did about fighting Grimm, or milk and cookies.

Maybe that was weird.

“Nnhh!” Ruby moaned as she rolled her hips harder, almost forcing Blake to start thrusting up and into her. “Ohhhh yeah – yeah, right there! Wow! S-so good!”

“Ruby!” she panted, already feeling the telltale tingles that signalled an end to their lovemaking. After a whole two seconds; how disappointing. But she forced herself to focus on gripping Ruby’s backside, thrusting harder while trying to think about Vytal Festival statistics to pull focus from how amazing it felt and delay her climax.

Their lips crashed against each other again, cutting off any further discussion. What was to talk about? Their bodies fit together perfectly and Ruby always felt perfect in her lap, with or without sex. The shifting ramped up until her girlfriend was literally bouncing on her cock, letting out a little squeak into the kiss with each landing until she couldn’t maintain the kiss.

“Blake! Holy shiz, I’m- I already feel like I’m gonna–”

“Wait, Ruby! Just… a few more… okay! I’m almost there, come for me! Please?”

“AH! Y-you got it!” The girl actually gave a weak thumbs up before she gripped both of Blake’s shoulders…

And threw it into overdrive. On top of everything else, this girl was a speed demon, more than capable of bouncing up and down at speeds no other citizen of Remnant could have hoped to achieve. Except maybe some of the Faunus who were naturally gifted with speed. She was going to milk Blake dry in a matter of seconds.

In a flash, it was all over. Blake came over and over into her girlfriend, head thrown back and mouth dropped open as she felt her entire length pulsing inside of the warmth of Ruby Rose. Ruby timed it almost perfectly, starting her own flutters and pulses of her inner walls immediately after she felt Blake spurt for the first time. She kept up the bouncing of her hips as long as she could before collapsing against Blake’s chest, heaving for breath.

“Whoa… I… like… that was really… maaaaan…”

“I know,” Blake laughed weakly, basically half-dead. But she did manage to move a hand to rest on Ruby’s rear. “Wow… thank you.”

“My pleasure. Like, literally, right?”

“Yeah.”

The room was nothing but the crackling of the fireplace and the laboured breaths of two satisfied lovers for a full minute. Then Ruby leaned up to kiss Blake on the cheek before nuzzling her neck hard, humming her obvious joy.

“Merry Dustmas again, you lioness.”

“Don’t call me that,” Blake chuckled. “Or I’ll go back to calling you my flower.”

“God, we were so lame,” she snickered right back as she cuddled her. “But… at the same time, it was really cute. You’re still my lioness.”

“Ruby… I love you. Like, probably too much, but I wanted you to know.”

With a little smile, she whispered, “Got it, amiga. Don’t worry.”

“Mmm.” Then she cleared her throat and squirmed a little.

“What? Something wrong?”

“No, not really. Just realised I really need to run to the ladies’ room. I drank too much hot cocoa earlier and after fucking you…”

Ruby’s brow furrowed slightly. “Wait, after fucking me, what?”

“Well…” When Ruby still didn’t seem to get it, she lowered her voice to whisper, “I usually have to pee after we do these things. You probably noticed that.”

“Huh? O-oh, no, no I didn’t. But now that you mention it… you do always run to the bathroom. Guess I figured you were just cleaning up – scraping off all the Ruby-goo.”

“That, too,” Blake snickered as she pet over Ruby’s hair. “Even if it’s my favourite goo. But I can tough it out for another minute or so.”

The smaller girl nodded, trying to remain contented. However… for a reason she didn’t really want to share, her hips began to move again. Seeking out more pleasure. That went on for another minute before Blake half-chuckled and whispered, “Okay, you are making it worse now.”

“Sorry! You just still feel really good, I dunno!”

“Okay, okay, but now I have to get up.” Ruby pouted as Blake lifted her bodily and stood her on her feet – both of them groaning a little as their bodies parted. “Mmhh… wow, I have to pee so bad.” “Nnhhh…”

Blake squinted at her suspiciously. “Do you want to go again when I get back?”

“No… it’s dumb, don’t worry about me. Just go take care of you.”

“No, hang on.” Even though she was visibly squirming, she cupped her girlfriend’s cheek. “Out with it. Why are you still horny but don’t want me to help you? If you think it’s greedy… I mean, you’ve jerked me off before and asked for nothing in return. Let me repay you.”

“It’s not… exactly that. But I’m super embarrassed, and you’re gonna think I’m a weird, gross girl, and I dunno!”

“What?” Ruby hid her face behind her hands, but she reached up to pull them away. “Hey… I could never think of you as gross. Do you know that?”

“Oh… you sure will when I tell you…”

But Ruby didn’t tell her right away. Just took her hand and started leading her toward the stairs. Only once they were going up them did she continue.

“So… u-um, I don’t know if you know… that you sleepwalk.”

“What?” Blake stared at her for a moment, then came over thoughtful as she gripped her chin, amber eyes staring off toward the distance. “Yeah. I’ve noticed that a couple of times I wake up in strange places. It’s more common with Faunus, especially if their animal traits are from animals with nocturnal tendencies; cats sometimes have ‘midnight crazies’ where they have to run back and forth and burn off energy for no reason.”

“Oh? Huh, that’s… kinda cool, kinda weird, kinda cute. Yep! Wow, that’s fun.”

“Ruby… you’re getting off topic. On purpose.”

“Yeah,” she admitted with a grimace. “Anyway, um, one time a couple of Dustmases ago – you probably had no idea – you sleepwalked into the bathroom while I was on the toilet.”

“What? Oh… oh Dust, I’m really sorry. Did I…” Her lip curled. “What… did I do, exactly?” No response. “PLEASE tell me I didn’t sit down on you and-”

“NOPE! No, no, not that one!” she reassured her quickly, and Blake looked extremely relieved. “But the other one… yyyyeah, you kinda did.”

“I did?”

“Yeah.”

Blake’s lips pressed into a thin line as she swallowed hard. “W-was it… did you move out of the way?”

“I… did not.”

“What?! You mean…” She had to say it, or she would always be tortured by the unknown. “You mean I actually peed on you?!”

The poor girl’s cheeks were flaming red as they entered the bathroom. The scene of the crime. “Y-you didn’t mean to do it. Obviously! And like, you’re right, I should have moved cuz I was the one who was awake and all, but it was so weird to have a dick pointed at me back then still, and also super hot, a-and I wasn’t sure what to do, and then it was too late!” Licking her lips, she quickly finished with, “And you were hard, too, and I had to really stop myself from doing anything because you weren’t awake and that’s not okay, a-and I had to clean the bathroom, anyway!”

“Ruby! That is… I don’t know what that is!” Her mouth was hanging open as she stared at her girlfriend, completely beside herself.

“Me either! What the hell IS it? A-anyway, now you can pee and I’m gonna go away. Probably from the whole planet.”

Before Ruby could edge out the door, Blake caught her by the elbow. “Hey… wait. I need to ask you one more thing about this before you take off.”

“Do you? Do you need to? Because I’m already so embarrassed I wanna die.”

“Yes.” Blake made sure to pull her in closer, to hang onto both of her elbows so she couldn’t bolt. Sometimes they had to do that from each other, since both of them tended to run from embarrassment. “Did you like it?”

No response.

“Ruby… did you like it when I whizzed on you?”

“Well gee, now I feel better when you say ‘whizzed’.” But the deep red blush answered for her.

“Oh wow.” She felt a little uncomfortable now, knowing that had happened, that it turned Ruby on, and that she had been completely unaware all this time. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you couldn’t help it!” Ruby whispered urgently. “How do you bring that up? Like, ‘Whoops, ya peed on me, and I thought it was super hot, but don’t worry about it since you weren’t even conscious’?! That’s pretty dumb! And you and me was still really new back then, s-so I didn’t wanna make you think I was gross, but I am, I’m a weird, gross girl that you should definitely break up with!”

With a little sigh and a slight smile, she released one elbow to reach up and pet over her girlfriend’s hair. “Come on, you know that isn’t… I mean, I would have been a little disgusted no matter when it happened. It’s urine, it’s… a waste product. But even before we confessed our feelings, I wouldn’t have let it stop me from loving you.”

That brought the brunette’s head shooting up so fast her red-dyed forelock bounced from side to side. “Really?! I mean… you don’t care?”

“No. And what’s more… I want to make you happy, Ruby. Relationships are about compromising. So if you want me to pee on you, then I’ll do it.”

“Oh. Oh, no no, no way,” she laughed nervously. “This wasn’t- I really didn’t mean to like, sell this as a thing we’ll be doing! Nope! Just w-wanted to explain why I was all blushy, since yeah, we’re together and you deserve to know things like that.”

Blake chuckled as she held her close. “Oh, I know. It’s okay. But I’m saying, that as your girlfriend, I am deciding that I’m okay with trying it at least once. To see if we can both be into it, even. I don’t think I’ll enjoy it like you do but I’m also very certain it won’t hurt me in the slightest to test the waters.”

Ruby had been blushing and looking away right up until the end. Then she smiled a tiny, shy smile. “Test the waters, huh? Is that a Yang-pun? Because ‘watersports’?”

“Wow, you caught me,” she deadpanned. But then she smiled and Ruby smiled back. “Okay, um, get naked and then we can test this out.”

“Huh?” The smaller girl blinked rapidly. “What, right now?!”

“Yes, right now. I mean, I really, really gotta go – and I would like you to hurry?”

Blake was certainly dancing on one leg, holding her own crotch. Ruby realised that her girlfriend was in pain, so she was a lot more expedient about shucking all of her clothes than she normally would be. Kicking the last sock out into the hallway, she stood nervously in front of her.

“Okay, um… n-now what? I’ve never done this before. Well, like, I have, but not on purpose.”

“You say that like I’m any more experienced than you!” she protested, and Ruby giggled. “Alright. I think… you should sit in the tub. Or kneel, or be in whatever position you want to be in, I guess. But sitting or crouching, so I can actually do this without standing on the toilet.”

Obediently, Ruby climbed into the tub and knelt down. God this was making it difficult… normally she would already be sprung by looking down at Ruby kneeling there, naked as a jaybird. Between having just climaxed and bladder full to bursting, she wasn’t… but the urge was still there.

“Alrighty!” she piped up, excitement flushing her cheeks and stiffening her nipples. “Lay it on me!”

“That’s what you’re going to say? Before I do this… really unusual thing?”

“Um… open fire?”

“Ruby…”

“Okay, okay,” she giggled as she settled in a little more, sitting back on her heels. “Like, just do it whenever. I’m ready.”

Blake took a few quick breaths to steady her nerves. Took aim. Licked her lips. Shifted from foot to foot as she aimed her half-hard cock at the girl practically bowing before her.

“So…”

Blake grunted. “I don’t… know if I can.”

“Huh? Why not? You aren’t going to hurt me; I promise, it’s just pee.”

“Well yeah, but I can’t… pee… with you looking!” she finally admitted, her own cheeks starting to flush now. It was an interesting shade against her olive skintone.

The girl’s head tilted slightly to one side. “Really? Why not? Oh – wait, waitwaitwait, I’ve heard of this! Shy bladder! Right?”

“Yes! Now will you stop drawing more attention to it?!”

“Oh! Sorry!” She slapped her hands over her eyes. “Is this better?”

Blake just stared at her for a moment before chuckling and leaning down to kiss the backs of said hands. “You… are perfect. I’m sorry, I just… I don’t think I can do it, too weird. But I’ll try again.”

“Okay.” This time, when she lowered her hands it was to reveal closed eyes. And they stayed closed. “Just think of waterfalls or something.”

“Thanks,” she snorted. Then she really did attempt to relax. To let it all flow.

Nothing. At first. Then the muscles she had been clenching to prevent an untimely accident gradually began to relinquish their hold…

And then…

“WHOAB!” Ruby burst out – the end of the word turning into a different sound when she slapped her lips shut to keep any more pee from seeping inside. Because it was splashing everywhere. She sputtered a little to clear her mouth as it poured down through her hair, over her face and neck and shoulders, dripping from her peaks. The pool around her knees and feet slowly began to grow before running down into the drain.

And Blake felt extremely guilty. This was a highly depraved thing to do – and they had talked about tying Ruby up again many, many times since the night she had found her under the Dustmas tree, wrapped with a bow. How could she do this to her girlfriend?

Because she asked her to. That’s how.

“Nnhhh,” she sighed as the stream began to taper off to just a few drips, reaching down to play her fingers through her own wetness. “Ohhhh Blake… it’s so nasty…”

“O-oh, I’m sorry.” Then she squinted. “Or… am I not sorry?”

No, no reason to be sorry. Ruby was clearly getting herself off because she was so happy to be covered in Blake. “Nnhhh… Blake… I’m all yours!”

“Of course you are,” she told her with a small smile. “Always.”

“No…” Ruby’s other hand gripped the edge of the tub. “You marked me. Now nobody else can have me, ever! R-right? Mmhhh… right, Blake?”

A dark flush shot into the entirety of her face. Now Ruby was talking about something else – something that Blake had really tried hard not to think about. Especially after her past with Adam.

Faunus could mark their partners. It wasn’t permanent; they had to re-mark or the musk would wear off eventually, or sooner if they took a lot of baths. This was more useful in a more primitive society, but still useful today. However, she had not been thinking about that in the slightest until this moment, because she didn’t often ruminate on the more animalistic ancient traditions of the Faunus people.

“That’s… not exactly true, but um… Ruby, you do know…”

“What?” Blake laughed nervously, cheeks only getting darker, so Ruby persisted, “What, did I do something bad?”

“Not really ‘bad’. But when we get back to school, Velvet and some of the other Faunus students will, um, probably instantly know that you’ve been marked. And it won’t take much more investigation to figure out by whom. And they’ll also know I’m trans, because… well, biological markers like those don’t change when you transition.”

For a second Ruby just blinked up at her. Then she snickered and waved a hand. “But that’s weeks away. I’ll have showered a bunch of times.”

“No… you don’t get it.” She knelt down so she was on Ruby’s eye level. She could also feel her cock was rigid yet again; even if she wanted to warn Ruby, it didn’t mean she could ignore how much her libido loved this. “The strong smell is gonna wash off, but the musk, those… pheromones or whatever, those won’t come out for a while. Especially out of your hair. Even if you shave bald, though, it’ll still linger.”

“So…” Her hips shifted impatiently, cheeks flushing a little brighter. “They really will know I’m all yours?”

“Yes. I’m sorry, if I remembered that…”

“No, it’s okay.” Her arm started moving again, little mewlings erupting from between her lips as she prodded her body toward another climax. “Nnhhh… I don’t care if they know. I want them to.”

God. Now the scent was becoming powerful enough Blake couldn’t avoid breathing it in, and she almost hated it… but also was incredibly turned on by the idea that her Ruby was literally covered in this essence that belonged to her.

Marked.

“A-ah,” Blake sighed quietly as she started stroking her firm cock again, eyes only for Ruby and the way she was punishing her clit, nearly doubled over. She sort of wanted to kiss her, but that meant going into that leftover stench she had created. And even if Ruby found it kinky, she had no desire to touch her own. That was for sure.

But how was she supposed to resist? With Ruby’s mouth so close… so she claimed it, tongue swirling over the sharp, salty taste.

That made it a lot faster. Both Ruby and Blake were moaning and shifting their hips faster in no time at all, begging for release without asking either of them. Some things were just perfectly understood, even when left unsaid.

“MMHHH!” Ruby groaned into her lips when she came, trembling from head to toe as her spine kinked and her hips wriggled in their happy little puddle. Then she drew back with a gasp. “Ohhhh, WOW, Blake! That was so freakin’ HOT!”

“Y-yeah?” Blake panted as she jerked harder and faster. Unlike Ruby, her orgasms were more difficult to reproduce when closely following the last, not easier. “Then… then I’m s-so glad for you! My flower!”

Her eyes lit up. “You’re gonna cum? Again?” Becoming a little more animated again, she hissed, “Cum on my face!”

“WHAT?!”

“Hurry! Just stand up and do it – I wanna try that, too!”

“What the hell has gotten into you today?!” But Blake was too horny to argue. She struggled to her feet so fast she knocked over a bottle of conditioner, which bounced across the floor as she started jerking it harder and faster, panting with the effort of trying to drag the orgasm out of her body.

“YES!” Ruby squeaked, bouncing up and down in her excitement – and causing her breasts to do the same. That certainly didn’t hurt. “Do it, Blake! I wanna feel your cum all over me!”

“Okay! It’s… it’s coming, Ruby! NHH!”

A few more strokes and it came. And it was… not very exciting. She had cum so hard already that now it was only a few minor spurts before it was simply dribbling down on her girlfriend’s upturned features. She still sighed and smiled, shivering in delight, even though it was such an underwhelming display.

“S-sorry.”

Ruby shrugged with a grin. “Why? You came on me. That’s what I asked you for, right?”

“Well, yeah, but…” Then she snorted and rolled her eyes, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly to release her anxieties. “You are too cute. Always know how to make me feel better.”

Something about the way she was grinning with that essence clinging to her cheeks… was both cute and a little arousing. But Blake was totally spent; nothing doing now.

“I try,” she whispered. “And… it’s cuz I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Then she pecked her lips and drew back. “Whew. That’s starting to get rank, you’d better shower.”

“Mmm, shower with me?”

“No. I don’t need to, I didn’t pee on me.”

“I could pee on you!”

“Nnnno thank you.”

“Awww, come on! Just a little? I’ll pee on your leg!”

Shaking her head, she turned to start pacing out of the bathroom with a smirk on her lips. “Ruby, you need help. Seriously, I’m calling a therapist.”

“BLAKE!”

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Once Ruby emerged from the shower, she apologised for getting so overzealous about their watersports adventure. Having had time to process and decompress, Blake waved it off with a kiss and another insistence that Remnant was home to many different walks of life. It was foolish to assume none of them would like to be urinated upon.

Now they were both dressed warmly, and decided Yang had been gone long enough that they should probably go check on her. Which they did, hiking toward Signal with hand stuffed in pockets as their boots crunched in the snow.

“So… I’ve been thinking about something.”

“Oh wow,” Blake said with a wry smile. “Is that your New Year’s resolution.”

“Hey!” She bumped her with her hip, earning a slight chuckle. “Um… so like, you marked me.”

“You made me mark you,” she corrected. Hoping she could pass off the rouge in her cheeks as a reaction to the chill in the air.

“Yeah, yeah. Anyway, does this make us like… engaged?”

The Faunus nearly tripped over an errant snow drift, she was so distracted. Once she found her footing – partly thanks to Ruby’s hand shooting out to grip hers – she goggled at the shorter girl.

“En… engaged?”

Her smile was so brilliant. “Yeah! Y’know, to be mar-”

“YES! Yes, I know what it means, I…” She swallowed hard, head so light she felt like it may float away. “You really like me enough for that?”

“Sure, Blake! Can’t you tell I’m all about you now?”

“W-well, I…” Now her own small smile was blossoming. “You know, you have had worse ideas.”

Now Ruby was pouting as the school came into view over the crest of the next hill. “Hey, I have plenty of great ideas. All the time!”

“Oh yeah? What about that time you wanted to go bungee jumping off the roof of Beacon?”

“What? It’s not my fault Weiss didn’t change out of her skirt! And Jaune didn’t seem to mind!”

“Of course he didn’t,” she snorted, all grinning now. “But I’m not such an easy girl to hook, you know. I expect you to ask me formally.”

Ruby tapped her chin. Then she took a few quick paces forward and knelt down in the snow. “Blake Belladonna…”

Just for a moment, her heart stopped. Then she held up a hand and said, “No.”

“Huh?! But you just said-”

“You don’t have a ring, do you?” No answer; just a lot of squirming from the girl getting the knee of her leggings damp. “Then it’s not a real proposal. Try again when you have a ring, and I will very seriously consider your offer.”

“Oooh, you’re mean.” She got up and started walking again, brow furrowed and lips pursed so hard they almost met in the middle over her nose. Blake chuckled and slipped her arm through her girlfriend’s. Completely contented.

Signal was basically deserted, but they saw some flickering lights in one of the classroom windows. That was an easy lead. Heading upstairs, they quickly oriented themselves to the floor plan and found said room.

“-absolutely atrocious,” a tinny voice was saying as they eased the door open. “He is such an insufferable little twerp; I can’t wait to get out of this house.”

“God, I can imagine,” Yang laughed. She was sitting at one of the desks near the window, kicked back with her boots up. Her Scroll was in her hand, opened so that she could get a better view of her lady love’s face as they chatted.

“You really cannot,” Weiss countered. “And be grateful! Oooh, the less I see of Whitley, the better!”

Ruby’s sister nodded in sympathy as they both edged quietly into the room. “Speaking of seeing less of your brother…”

“I know, I know. And I’m working on it. I think I’ve complained often and vocally enough that they are seriously considering letting me visit you, despite the New Years Gala being such an important event for the Schnee Dust Company.”

“That’s my girl,” she said with a smile. “Nobody can throw a ‘May I speak to your manager’ fit like my Weiss.”

“And just what is that supposed to mean?!”

Yang was about to answer when she saw the other two hovering in the doorway. She sat up straighter and called out, “Hey! Not cool, Sis – you really gotta lurk and listen in on my conversation? This is a private girlfriend thing!”

“As if we’re really doing anything private,” Weiss scoffed. Then she called out louder, “Hello, Ruby! Is Blake there?”

“Hey!” Blake said as they approached. “We started to get worried about Yang, she was in a bad mood.”

“Awww, I know. Sulking like a true Schnee. Almost makes me think she would be accepted right away into my family.”

Yang rolled her eyes. “Thanks a billion, you guys. Really feeling the love.”

“Happy Dustmas,” Weiss continued airily to the other two.

“Merry Dustmas, Weiss!” Ruby piped up, leaning over so the camera on the device would catch her waving. “Hope you’re having a good one!”

“It’s cold and my family is egregiously annoying. But I suppose I have received some passable presents.” Then a small smile began to tug at her pouting lips. “Well… and one very nice one.”

“So you like ‘em?”

“Shhh!” she hissed urgently. “They don’t need to know about such things.”

“This about the panties that say ‘Weiss Queen’?” Ruby asked.

“YANG! You told her?!”

Yang shrugged carelessly. “I mean, she’s my sister; she went with me to pick ‘em out. Plus you know Blake is our teammate, so…”

“I won’t tell a soul,” Blake said with a hand raised as if swearing an oath.

“Well… fine. But yes, I do very much cherish them. Oh, and I also liked the coffee mug from you, Blake, and the hot cocoa set from Ruby. Especially since I will be able to use the gifts in tandem.”

“Yeah!” Ruby piped up happily, glad her battle partner enjoyed her gift. “And you can use ‘em together, too!”

After a brief silence, Weiss sighed. “Never change, Ruby. Never change.”

“Oh!”

At Blake’s quiet exclamation, they all turned toward the window. Snowflakes had begun to drift down from the skies, blanketing the nearly-melted snow and browned grass of the Signal grounds. It was heavy enough that in no time, the entire landscape would be a winter wonderland.

“Yeeeessssss,” Ruby breathed, eyes huge and cheeks bunched with the force of her grin.

“Nice,” was all Yang said, reaching up to fistbump Blake. It took her a moment to notice and bump the fist.

“You say that like I made it snow myself,” she snorted.

“Nah, nah. Just gave us a heads up. Merry Dustmas, you guys!”

“Happy Dustmas!” Weiss insisted, sticking to the more traditional Atlesian greeting. Yang only laughed.

Either way, it didn’t matter. Ruby and Blake slipped their hands into each other’s and squeezed as they watched the gentle descent of the snow, deciding to wait on telling the other two they were soft-engaged – soon to be real-engaged when Ruby picked out a ring. Or about the marking. Right now, none of that mattered because they all had each other, and a picture-perfect view. And that was the best Dustmas gift of all.

The End

#Last Dustmas #Dustmas Cookies #rwby ladybug #ladybug smut #rwby fanfiction #rwbyremnants #nsfw-Text

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harryunwin-blog1 · 6 years

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Thank you very much, @fearlessjones!

side note- how have we been mutuals for so long?! It feels like yesterday I joined this fandom. Sigh. Here, have some Christmas headcanons!

who spends hours putting up lights only to get tangled in them and storm off?

Pffftt, Eggsy. He’s too hotheaded and impatient to deal with that nonsense. He’s got enough determination to put hours into decorating, but once his work gets tangled it all goes downhill from there.

who accidentally eats a whole box of christmas chocolates in one sitting?

Harry, definitely. He’s got that sweet tooth maaaaan

who insists on watching the cheesey hallmark christmas movies?

They each have their own traditions about their favourite christmas movie. Harry’s includes watching some old man christmas movie with Merlin, which Eggsy is glad to let them have together. He’ll be out with the boys doing fun stuff, ta

who insists on playing nothing but michael buble in the few days running up to christmas?

Eggsy, and Harry wishes he’d lost his ears instead of his eye.

who gets their presents wrapped at the mall so the other cant go snooping

This just seems like a Harry thing to do. Eggsy’s well intentioned enough to try to do it himself, so christmas morning is a lot of ugly lumps of paper and tape, and Harry’s stack of professionally wrapped boxes haha

who insists on making snow angels?

Eggsy. Harry rolls his eyes and acts like he’s being sooo put out by having to watch it happen. But if he’s certain no one’s around, he’ll join in >:]

who put christmas outfits on all the pets?

Harry named his dog Mr Pickle…… you KNOW that dog owned a wardrobe

Do they go to family’s or have a quiet day in?

In one of my headcanons, Harry has a large family that he visits every few years. He brings Eggsy to visit them the first year they’re officially together. And then they quickly agree that a small, Daisy-oriented christmas is much better.

who insists on wearing matching ugly christmas jumpers?

Harry. He loves forcing Eggsy into sweaters so ugly that even Mr Orange Suit Jacket thinks they’re unsightly. It’s worth it. Even if this comes at the price of self ridicule.

Who waits up until midnight to give the other their present?

Eggsy. Harry just wants to sleep. They’re going to be there in the morning, darling. But they’re here now! But they’ll still be here.

Who insists on hand-made presents only one year?

I’m not sure who starts it, but I know who ends it. Eggsy decides he’s going to pin Harry a butterfly all by himself (which is very, very gross, but Harry loves them, so here we are) and with much gagging and pricked fingers, it turns out okay. Harry thinks he’ll try to recall the memory of how to knit from way back when his mother tried to teach him. About forty years ago. He spends hours in his office messing up, unraveling, messing up again. He ends up with half of a scarf by December 23rd and buys Eggsy something expensive from an Adidas outlet. Eggsy hmphs, but he doesn’t mind~

Who puts mistletoe on every door frame?

Harry. Suave, romantic, can reach higher than Eggsy and put it places he can’t take down. Heh.

Who gets too drunk at the work christmas party and has to be picked up at 9:15pm?

Eggsy. Harry has plenty of Kingsman christmas parties under his belt. But Eggsy has his belt, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

who gets angry and almost tells kids that santa isnt real?

Eggsy’s been around Daisy for too long to make a fatal slip up like that. I think there’s an infinite amount of fanfiction to be written about Harry nearly ruining the holiday magic for Daisy and all of the other children of the world lol

#fearlessjone #hartwin

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thisislizheather · 4 years

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February Feats 2020

I write this from underneath two blankets, perched atop three pillows. This is day three of being sick (Nathan just joined me in illness yesterday) and I think I’m getting better but that could just be blind hope. In any case, I still have to tell you what went on last month. Forgive the tone of this post, it might be… affected.

I heard that Matthew Broderick and Sarah Jessica Parker are going to be in the Paul Simon play Plaza Suite together and so I casually thought “Ooo, might be nice to catch” so I looked it up and tickets START at $700. So I guess fuck me then. I swear to god, this fucking city.

The best cover so far this year:

Above Photo: Brian Stauffer, The New Yorker

I rewatched a movie I love: The Door In The Floor and it really holds up well. Kim Basinger and Jeff Bridges and both too good at what they do. Love this movie so much.

I rewatched The Evil Dead and look I understand it’s probably a “good horror movie” especially for its time and budget, but I fucking hated it, maybe even more so than the last time that I saw it. Never again. Why do I keep rewatching things that I hate? I don’t have to like everything. I must repeat this to myself daily.

I had lunch at Daily Provisions and their lemon cruller was really good and light and the chicken club sandwich was good, too. Always a solid morning/afternoon place.

Favourite tweets of the month.

I tried Trader Joe’s Whole Wheat Couscous and maaaaan, it was so good. So I guess all couscous is good? Gotta get my hands on that pearly couscous. That seems like the money cousocus.

I made this Greek Couscous Salad for lunches for a week and didn’t get sick of it at all, I gotta remember to keep this in the rotation. I also kept the salad and the couscous separate until I wanted to eat, and then I’d join them together.

I can’t believe I hadn’t seen this sketch before (calling someone a “goofy bitch” just about killed me), also ignore how bad an actress Cardi B is.

I finished watching The Good Place and yes it was a good show. I don’t think l liked it as much as pretty much everyone else in my life who loved it, but it was definitely a good show. This scene was the best part of the finale, for sure. That song used in the scene will always elicit tears, I remember falling in love with it when it was used in the movie that everyone hated but me, Swept Away.

Again, I visited Everlane and it still disappoints. Why do I keep thinking it’ll be different each time? What the fuck is wrong with me?

I saw Parasite and it was wonderful and everyone who hasn’t seen it should see it. I haven’t heard from one person who didn’t like it. Universally liked!

I listened to the new Strokes single and hated it, so that’s something. Growth?

I haven’t seen the whole episode yet, but I really liked RuPaul’s SNL monologue.

Why isn’t everyone putting pickles on grilled cheese? Makes no sense. Fucking taste explosion.

I finally tried the (off-menu, must be requested when it’s not brunch) Cacio E Pepe at L’Artusi and holy christ, it might be better than their mushroom ragu. I KNOW. Such wild developments! (They also started serving at lunch, but only lunch delivery, not dine-in. SO this means nothing to me.)

I think I will officially stop buying candles from Bath & Body Works. The ones at Marshalls are cheaper, last longer and the variety of scents is endless. I have a candle from Marshalls right now simply called STORM and it really does kinda smell like stormy weather. Obviously I’m waiting for a thunderstorm to light that mother. I have mental issues?

I watched the newest season of Shrill (no big spoilers ahead) and loved it, obviously. The disappointing-ness of parents is so nicely shown (that moment at the restaurant when she asks her dad what he thinks of her boyfriend and he’s so indifferent, ugh so perfect), I absolutely LOVED the wedding episode (infact all of the episodes following that one are the best ones, I think I just love the episodes not centered about this not-great relationship with her and her boyfriend), the WEHAM episode is perfect (finally someone making fun of makeup for for legs), and I continue to love the character Fran. Really hoping for a third season, especially based on the season finale.

Don’t ask me why, but I watched most of the Police Academy movies and I think the Miami one might be the best one?? I couldn’t make it twenty minutes into the Moscow one, so I feel like you might want to trust me when I say that I know what I’m talking about.

These are my new favourite leggings of all time, they feel like you’re wearing nothing at all.

Cannot get over the beauty of these women and these outfits.

Above Photo: Camila Mendes

Above Photo: Nyma Tang

I watched the Michelle Carter documentary and I don’t know how other people feel, but it’s absolutely unreal that she was found guilty. Of course Nathan disagrees.

I ate at Frank for the first time in over a decade with the one and only Irene and it’s still great. Love that they do the opposite of al dente pasta here. Photos below.

Above Photo: Tagliatelle special, at Frank

Above Photo: Roasted garlic bread, at Frank

Above Photo: Mushroom pappardelle special, at Frank

I can’t find a link for them online, but I bought some reusable Leak Proof Snack Bags by Kitchen Details at Nordstrom Rack and they’re perfect since we typically use a million of those disposable ones for holding sunflower seeds and almonds

I threw out a lot of clothing/shoes/bags, so I went out and bought some things that I absolutely love. I now have a faux fur, brown evening coat that I’ve long dreamed of owning, a new everyday purse, a vintage, gold, mesh evening purse, new everyday shoes, more sunglasses and some new wedges that may or may not replace the older wedges I’ve had since 2006 (the ones lovingly referred to as my Terminators because of the massive fall that I took in them upon exiting the movie Terminator Salvation). I could show you all of the new pieces, but I’d much rather slide into a room you’re in to show you my new fur coat. However if it annoys you not to see any of these new things that bring my joy, here are two of them.

Above Photo: Classic Reeboks from DSW

Above Photo: I also got them in blue

I’ve actually started using tiny drops of facial oil mixed with my nighttime face lotion and even though I’ve only just started to do this, my face is already way less dry when waking up. I don’t know if I can do this in the hotter weather, but for now I’ll keep it up.

I know all of these are old songs, but I recently heard and fell in love with this Taylor Swift song. And this one. And this one. Oh and this one too.

I went to Giorgio’s of Gramercy again (the last time was a few years ago with Nathan) and it’s still great! I haven’t had a steak in awhile, but the one here? Holy hell. Magnificent.

I went to see the new Kubrick 2001 exhibit at the Museum of the Moving Image and it was pretty neat. They have one of his Oscars on display in a case, which was actually really cool to see.

I read and reviewed a biography of Johnny Carson that truly sucked.

So Nathan and I are in the middle of watching McMillion$ and can I just say: boooooooooooooooo. I’ve never seen a “documentary” more over-produced, self-indulgent, superfluous and WILDLY overdone. It’s a bloody six part series that could’ve EASILY been an hour and a half movie. If you ever need proof of a documentary having too much money spend, my god have you found it. Of COURSE Mark Wahlberg has something to do with it, this man needs to fucking STOP. I know they are countless other men attached to the project too, but it’s much easier to shit on just him. God, what a waste of time. The Wikipedia page is more succinct.

I watched To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before 2: P.S. I Still Love You and it was everything I wanted it to be and more. Loved the Adventures in Babysitting reference right off the top (I’ll forever love that movie and it doesn’t get talked about enough), I loved pretty much every musical choice (these are my top three songs from the movie), and I loved the idea of doing another Thanksgiving in March (although I’m pretty sure Chrissy Teigen did this a few years ago and planted that great seed in my head). Definitely the best thing on Netflix at the moment.

Seeing this restored footage of NYC in 1911 is both exciting and eerie as hell, for some reason.

Nathan and I went to the Raptors game that ended their winning streak, sorry about that.

I’ve been consumed with reading so much stuff about what’s going on right now and this was a little helpful: 4 Practical Ways to Prepare Your Home for a Pandemic. Don’t judge me for sharing this link! I’m delirious.

Things that I’m looking forward to this month: visiting Collingwood and going skiing with my family, I might splurge and get that mini birthday cake from Momofuku Milk Bar, and the new season of On My Block comes out on the 11th. I’m pretty into the idea of turning 35, usually I’m more jacked about my birthday month but I think I’m too down to care at the moment. Caring coming soon.

If you’ve got any interest in reading last month’s roundup, you can see what went down in January over here.

#monthly roundup #Liz Heather #this is liz heather #February #2020

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etinarcadiabayego · 7 years

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My Before the Storm Playthrough

Episode 1: Awake

Welp. Here it is. I gotta gush. Get a few thoughts and stuff out along with my choices for this ep. All beneath the cut! :)

: MAJOR CHOICES : 1. You Ran. Decided to run with this (badum tiss…no? Okay…) because I’m a chicken shit XD Not that this choice is going to matter considering Episode 2′s preview. I’m still way more Max than I ever will be Chloe. Only in the spirit of her sadness and bitterness toward life and people am I most like Ms. Price. Otherwise, I internalize everything. It’s probably not a good thing tbh…But yeah. No war wounds for me. I miss a later scene where Rachel could have put makeup on me—damn it—but *shrug* First time choices XD 2. You were kind to Joyce. While I might not like some of the shit David says or does, I can understand him and Joyce. I was in the same predicament as Chloe when I was younger, only the guy my mom dated after she and my dad divorced wasn’t supportive of me or cared a lick about me whatsoever. Thank God they broke up after about a year or so. David sometimes has a shitty way of showing it, but at least he tries. Joyce has it rough and she needs a break. Like, damn. Joyce is also an almost picture perfect duplicate of my own mother, and I can’t help but feel for her and her struggle. 3. You defended Nathan. Okay. First of all, I know how the original story goes. And I know this is probably going to bite me in the ass in the next couple episodes. But, dude. DUDE. DAMN. I had a feeling that Nathan went through shit like this, and to see it ‘canonized’ in the prequel fucking hurt me so bad. SO BAD. FUCK. I hated him with a passion in the original Life is Strange up until I began to put pieces together about him, and then BAM he’s dead or goes to jail and hopefully—FINALLY—gets help with a plea of mental illness/insanity or some shit. The sad thing is, there’s nothing I can do about it. His fate was sealed before the original game ever started. So you can bet your ass in this prequel I was going to do something if I could. Ironically, it came in the form of Chloe fuckin’ Price. I am most like Max, almost shamefully, and I carry pieces of Chloe in me, too. But…there’s pieces of Nathan in me as well, and this scenario tore me up inside. So, I backtalked my way to victory for this little shit. *sigh* Always in the garbage can, I am. Also, as a side note, the “Protect Nathan” community has been bundled into a character, and her name is Samantha. Go, Samantha! XD 4. You told Rachel you are more than just friends. ALL ABOARD THE AMBERPRICE TRAIN. CHOO-CHOOOOOOOO!! GAY IN THE BAY, AWAAAAAAY! *soars off with a rainbow cape* But seriously though, these two are ripping me apart inside with how fuckin’ cute they are. And I couldn’t not say this. And later when Rachel admitted that she felt like there was something more? Fuck meeeeee. : MINOR CHOICES : 1. You took the money Because…I’m Chloe Price… ……bitch. 2. You purchased pot from Frank. I felt bad for Frank in the original game, even though he’s no angel himself, and thought I might as well square away my debts to him…at least in the prequel. You know, before Chloe ‘shits her pants’ at owing someone $1,000 $3,000 @_@ And because…I’m Chloe Price, bitch! 3. You read Joyce’s self-help book. Because I’m Max at heart, and I snoop like a motherfucker. Oh, a book! LET’S READ IT! And before anyone asks, yes. I found Joyce’s condoms. I died at Chloe’s reaction XD 4. You put the photo of William on the dresser. I was apprehensive of this at first, but…I understand, Chloe. I truly do. :’( 5. You didn’t slip money into Joyce’s purse. Maaaaan, I had a feeling when Joyce told us to grab her purse that we could have put the money in it if we had kept it, and lo and behold! That’s just a lesson to everyone, including myself. Drugs are bad, mmkay? 6. You told Eliot you would go to the play with him. Somehow, I feel like Eliot’s going to become another Warren… Plus, my canon for Chloe is that she’s a lesbian. She said in one of her letters to Max that she rubbed one out to Pris from Blade runner ffs. And I fucking died when reading said entry. 7. You told Skip you liked his demo. Man, Skip’s awesome! Though, he could have stepped in a little earlier when Drew was being a cockmonger to Nathan… 8. You finished the table top game with Steph and Mikey. Let me get this out: I would die for Steph and Mikey. Okay? They. Are. Fan. Fucking. Tastic. Characters. And I was just like Chloe with the whole newbie at the table top games, but I wanted to see it through! Fuck chemistry class! I mean, I accidentally ended up slicing off Mikey’s feet, but it was cool! :D 9. You sabotaged Victoria’s homework. And the resulting text session was fucking HILARIOUS. But it’s Victoria. I was nice to her as Max, but now I’m Chloe Price, bitch! 10. You told Rachel You believe in love. I’m a hopeless romantic, what can I say? Besides, I have to believe in SOMETHING. It keeps me sane. 11. You shared earbuds with Rachel. Because…why wouldn’t you? No, seriously, why wouldn’t you? ???? ?? ? ??? 12. You jumped out of the train. As Chloe and I both said at the same time when I selected it: “Fuck it!” : OTHER THOUGHS/COMMENTS/THEORIES FOR EPISODE 1: - Deck Nine. You’re amazing. Thank you so much. So far, it’s WONDERFUL. <3 - This game is so gay. SO GAY. If you thought the original was gay, WHOOO MAMA. - Chloe’s journal/letters hurts my soul so goddamn much. And I feel like it’s going to spark a lot of Max hate in the fandom. Not that there wasn’t before, but now. Shit. :( - Dude, all the Blackwell peeps in the class photo in Chloe’s room. And WARREN. OMG if he’s in this game I’m going to die. <3 - TREVOR HAS A LAST NAME. IT’S YARD! WHOO! - But…Courtney’s not in the class pic. Another transfer student maybe? :O - JUSTIN! EVAN! BROOOOS I MISSED YOU GUYS!!! YAAAS! AND MS. GRANT! AHH! - VICTORIA AND HER POOFIER HAIR LMAOOO!! Oh, lordie, I missed you, Queen Bitch. C’mere. Lemme fuck up your chem homework. - Principal Wells. Chill. We’re cool here. *sigh* Or not. 9_9 - Max…answer her fucking texts…like damn. I know she doesn’t. Fuck… - “In a heartbeat…in a heartbeat.” *bursts into tears* - Rachel’s dad is the District Attorney HOLEEEEY FUUUUCK. WHAT. - Has anyone else been in Chloe’s dream sequences and opened her journal? Do it. I’m fucking sitting here, terrified. What the fuck, Deck Nine. What the fuck. - “Nice Rachel we’re having.” CHLOE NO. OMG. XD - Chloe in the junkyard had me in fucking tears. Granted, this game had me grinning, laughing, and crying throughout the episode, but…my fucking heart. MY FUCKING HEART CANNOT OKAY. I had to stop playing for a couple hours after to not have a full-on anxiety attack. AND THE DREAM SEQUENCES. JESUS. - RACHELRACHELRACHELRACHELRACHEL IS GODDESS FDJKALFDASKFLAFJDKAL. - The raven and symbolism. Nice. I love Native American mythology and culture. <3 - “What kind of food?” Chloe Price--woman after my own heart XD - RACHEL AT THE LOOKOUT WITH THE GUY AND CPR LMAOOOOOOO. - Chloe’s fucking sass in this game, my lord <3 - Rachel. Rachel don’t kick the trash—and she kicked it. She kicked it and OH GOD. OH GOD FIRE. FIRE!!!! EVAN WOULD BE SO DIAPPOINTED. FUCK. - On one of the files in the drama club you can find out, I believe, Nathan’s mom’s name (Caroline Prescott) and Rachel’s mom’s name (Rose Amber). Cool! Not the names I gave them in my fanfic, but still cool! XD - [Chloe about Nathan]: ‘He’s really just a weird little dude trying to figure out his shit, but he has to pretend to be all this stuff he’s clearly not, like an athlete or a “cool” kid. You can tell it fucks him up inside.’ ……… :’( - I’ve seen a few posts already about Nathan being a drama nerd, as he’s one of the leads in the school play with Rachel. Which is interesting, but somehow, I don’t think it’s quite genuine. Same goes with the football team—which I never pictured Nathan playing sports, like ever, holy shit. I feel like it’s pushed on him to 1. Make him/his family/his father look better, and 2. To make Sean happy or proud of him in some way. Even the blurb about him being in the play seems to focus more on pushing the Prescott legacy further, and if Drew’s comment about Sean buying off the coach wasn’t enough. I dunno. We’ll see as the episodes go on, I hope, but hey! New stuff to work with in the fandom! Because, of course, Nathan could have ‘cried to Daddy’ and got his way with both because he wanted to be a part of them. His photography, though. That shit he’s passionate about. Obviously. If episode one’s scenes with him weren’t enough proof, I don’t know what could be for you. But, again, even Chloe’s entry about him says he’s trying to be what he’s not and it fucks with him. Like, fuck meeeee, my heart can TAKE THIS SHIT GAHHH. - The “Everybody is somebody, but nobody wants to be themselves” quote on the train is one that I think works well. I think Rachel is a bit smitten with Chloe’s rebellious spirit. She’s the “perfect angel” and part of the drama club, so she’s “not herself” a lot of the time and finds a new self in Chloe she wants to delve into maybe? The “human chameleon” as Jefferson called her. Everyone in the game seems to put up a front of some sort. Rachel with her perfection & happiness, Chloe with her toughness, Nathan with his…everything. Like, damn. Like the original game taught: nothing’s as it seems. Guuuuhhh. - I think Damon Merrick or whatever his name is is going to be, like, the dog ring guy Frank used to be with before he got Pompidou. And there’s gonna be some sort of sub plot of him leaving the ring with his new pup and becoming who he is in the first game. The betting stub found outside the mill clearly has names for dogs on it, and Frank doesn’t have Pompidou yet, and Chloe got to pet that one pit bull at the entrance to the mill. - So many names and callbacks. I love it. <3 I just…I love this.

#life is strange before the storm #lisbts #life is strange before the storm spoilers #lisbts spoilers #spoilers #episode 1 #awake #episode 1 awake #episode 1 awake spoilers

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adventurouswanderingsoul · 7 years

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This was my first time ever going to a festival and apart from all the inconveniences it was amazing. This year it was August 12 and 13 (Saturday and Sunday) so Friday night I was frantically getting all my stuff together and barely got any sleep but Saturday morning I drove to Toni’s so we could ride to Ellen’s house together because I was going to beat her face (do her makeup). We planned to meet up at Mike’s house at 9:30am which didn’t really happen due to “over- caking” and forgotten wrist bands lol. We ended up leaving at 10:30am in three cars.

Christian’s Car: Mike, Christian, Tai, and Ellen.

Amin’s Car: Amin and Peter

Toni’s Car: Me and Toni

We stopped at a gas station in Baltimore where Mike and I went ham on each other. I sprayed his face with my setting spray (since I had just finished my makeup so he grabbed my makeup box and put it near the sidewalk -___- it’s never a dull moment with Mike lol. We ended up getting to Pimlico Race Course and since Toni and Amin payed for parking already we parked in a different area from Christian’s car. Toni and I dropped tabs in the parking lot but keep in mind… WE WERE ALL FUCKED UP except Tai and Amin. Mike, Christian, and Toni took 2. Peter, Ellen, and I took 1. We met up at the Ferris wheel. Melvin (who was candy flipping) met up with us there and we were just wandering around for the first hour because we didn’t know what to watch or where to go. We went to Lunar stage where we saw TT the Artist and that was when it really hit me because this bitch was talking about “I just wanna get my pussy ate” lmfao. I didn’t give a single fuck though, I was feeling that shit so I started bouncing around and singing along and we see an old dude with his kids listening to TT rapping about how horny she is and me and Peter lost our shit omg xD Later on, I waited for Elohim (who was actually really weird) but I love her song “Sleepy Eyes” and I had a beautiful gay moment with Toni <3 We went to Solar tent with squad and started head banging but Toni was WAY too fucked up to follow along. He kept talking out of his ass instead of dancing and at some point he looked like he was about to faint so I stepped out with him for some air and dude was talking OUT OF HIS ASS xD He kept pointing at girls with fat titties and ass and I couldn’t even be mad because it was too funny. He kept talking about how there’s no gender and that we were one and whole time I just wanted to dance maaaaan -___- Tai came thru to check on us and I told him we were straight so he went back with squad but by that time he lost them .-. So me, Tai and Toni went to fill up water and omg that line was endless. That’s where Toni really wouldn’t stfu lol. I thought I was trippin hard af but THIS DUDE WAS TRIPPIN BALLS. Dude thought we were in an episode of “One Piece” talking about “Nami, we gotta find our friends Luffy, Robin, and Usopp.” (Mike, Ellen, and Christian) I guess I was nami, Tai was Chopper, and Toni was Zoro’s lost ass. We wanted to see Morgan Page but Toni kept running off and we had to keep track of him. He relaxed at Chet Porter who was chill vibes and Toni loved it so much he started to cry tears of joy which made me feel more at ease. We finally met up with squad and Mike was TRPPIN BALLS. My dude was on another planet but less dysfunctional than Toni lol. Christian was quiet af but his eyes were in every direction lol. Ellen was geeking. Peter was chillin and our only source of hope was Amin and Tai because they were sober lol. We were going to go see Migos and everyone was super excited and that was when the announcer with the monotone voice and the resting bitch face said “Due to the weather we are evacuating the facility.” I have never seen so many drugies in distress. At first people weren’t moving but then the storm came thru hard af and everyone was freaking out. People were still rolling and tripping but running around like chickens. I literally saw some dude snort coke during the storm and a girl walking around with her titties out lolol. We ended up deciding to leave which broke my heart because I wanted to see Seven Lions more than anything in the world. Amin helped me and Toni get back to our car because I didn’t know where anything was since I was still trippin a bit. I managed to drive home while still somewhat fucked up. We picked up food at McD’s then were driving for more food but Mike wanted to go into 7-11 to “sit down and order” xD We ended up going to Wendy’s and going back to our hotel which was really nice. We were all at the end of our trip but Mike was still up and at it lol. We finally knocked out. Surprisingly I was able to wake up first. I woke everyone up but Mike wouldn’t wake up so I jumped on him and my dude was still dead xD We got ready and dipped out at 11ish. We got to Moonrise again and chilled under the tents near Celestial stage where the music was amazing. I found the SD squad and took a few pics. At 3pm I was waiting to see Breathe Carolina but Ellen, Mike and Christian stayed behind :/ So Tai, Toni and I went to see them and they were so so so great. They’re specifically my type of music. I was so fucking happy I got to see them and right after was Ookay who was also the shit except we lost Tai D: Toni and I went to see Hippie Sabotage where we found Timmy and he popped some M…… he was GONE after that lol. Carnage was SUPERRRR LIT. We finished up watching Alan Walker’s set which was incredible and then Yellow Claw killed it but we left early to see the BEST set of the night……. PORTER ROBINSON. Toni and I had one of those moments that you never want to end during his set. It was like I was at the right place and time with him and I never wanted it to end. As “gay” as it sounds, I fell in love all over again. Porter Robinson’s whole set spoke to my soul and I cried when he played “Language” at the end :’) We saw Dillstradamus at the very end which was fucking awesome but out of all the sets, Porter Robinson was the one who really wrapped it up for me. In conclusion, I had an amazing time at Moonrise with my wonderful friends and boyfriend. I found a new place I can call home.

#gif #Moonrise #Moonrise2017

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bill-beauxquais · 7 years

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Some knows (*glares at someone in particular*), some don’t, but today marks the first anniversary of the comic... Or not. Actually I messed up and it was actually the 26 but let’s pretend time is just complicated and it’s probably because of the 29th of February or something. I really would have wanted to hit 100 pages in a year but alas, life didn’t want me to. Now that’s a stretch goal for next year I guess.

One year, my friends. One year since I’ve spent a week-end drawing those five first pages because “lol, no but what if I actually tried to do the entire game lol nah won’t happen, but if I can juuuust make a little intro i mean that’d still count for something right.”

At first I had like three notes, all from my three mutuals-of-the-time from the G/ravity F/alls-era (u no who u r, @skillfulstudio @x-i-l-verify and @orangeoctopi7) , and only one of them really blogging about Nintendo in general. Now I have like ten or 29 but it was the most recent one and I’m not sure if this is gonna be the new standard or if it’s a mysterious one-time thing BUT ANYWAY.

Lots of things happened, I feel like I didn’t progress much but people are telling me I did so since I have no opinion I’m gonna go with the flow and say it probably happened. I mean I do go a lot quicker without the quality suffering much so it’s nice. (Also there’s this weird stuff with the new pen recently that really did a number for some reason. That’s a cheap pen I brought at a local bookstore versus supposedly professional stuff people recommended me so. Shrug. Art Works In Mysterious Ways, my friends)

Also this very week I might have gotten an opportunity to be PAYED for DRAWING for the first time in my life and this is BIG for me. So yeah there’s that too. (that project is obviously completely separate from the comic and shouldn’t impact it in any way, but that’s still probably because I drew nonstop for one year that I’m sorta ready for this new step)

Anyway. It’s been a year and we still haven’t done a proper dungeon, what is gonna happen to my life now.

ALSO LET’S GET TO THE MEAT OF THIS :

Je vous méprise. Toutes les deux.

(rest is under the cut)

@imjustgrub Dude I see you. I’ve always seen you. And thank you so much my dude, for that mysterious and humble and dignified reblog without tags I can always count on.

@nach0power Maaaaan, u too. I see you and every one of your likes. I check your blog everytime and share dumb Zeda pics with my friends I find on it. I don’t care about Tumblr’s mentality about how likes are stupid and non-helping and starving artists. U do u, pal, ur likes are like high five across the sea and I love them all the time.

@alinkbetweenportraits OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU TOO AND EVERY LAST ONE OF YOUR TAGS AND YOUR ENTHUSIASM SAVED MY SOUL MULTIPLE TIMES YOU’RE GREAT THANKS FOR EXISTING YOU ARE A BLESSING IN THIS PROJECT’S LIFE.

And for everyone else, whether you reblog, like, do nothing, or just sometime mention it with your friend, casually check sometimes to see the new updates you’ve missed in the last weeks/months, left a note like once and been lurking ever since, are an IRL friend that doesn’t even know zelda or how to read english but wants to be supportive anyway, just discovered this page like two days ago, is an old follower from previous fandoms that’s not sure how to unfollow without hurting my feelings (hint : I won’t think anything of it, my dudes. You do you) so you’re just hanging in the back pretending to be here for that while wondering where’s the exit :

THANKS. THANKS FOR MAKING THAT ENTIRE YEAR, AND HOPEFULLY, TO MANY MORE TO COME !

(except if you’re sincerely searching for the exit, then best luck. But still, thanks to you too)

#I have the worst friends ever #U DESERVE TO BE EXPOSED FOR WHAT U DID #The rest are just only cute stuff so it can be hidden away to be dealt in a proper manner #BUT THIS SHIT #THIS SHIT DESERVES TO BE EXPOSED UPFRONT FOR WHAT IT IS #I DON'T CARE IF YOU ALL DON'T SPEAK FRENCH #IT'S FOR THE PRINCIPE #U NO WAT U DID #DON'T YOU DARE RUN AWAY FROM YOUR CRIMES #For everyone else you're too precious ohmygod I wasn't ready for this

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heero-yuy · 7 years

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Hey i love your blog and how chill you are and love to read your theories! Just wanted to know what do you think, in vld will shiro survive? Or they just gonna kill him off like in the other series to let other characters develop? Bc if they do i... idk i think im just gonna drop the show... He's my favorite and i cant watch the show without him.. Why would they waste such a good character..

Maaaaan, i know how you feel!

I think when it comes to Shiro we all feel like Keith? it’s funny. (Keith is like the in-universe manifestation of our feelings for Shiro haha.)

I actually wonder if they planned for us to get so attached to his character, or if it was somewhat a surprise to them, because you don’t always know how a character will be received. Cuz they REALLY milk this “Shiro is gonna die like Sven” thing... (Seriously are they gonna make us think he’s dead like every season?)

And the thing is, my logic says no, they won’t kill him. He’s a super popular character with the kids, I think they can make lots of money from Shiro merch (although seems like they’re aiming for Keith to be the “money cow”) it kinda feels to me like Shiro is protected by the 7 year olds who watch the show and would be upset if their favorite character dies? (like dies for real, because having him “die” and then somehow surprisingly comeback would be ok, and I’m kinda on board for that one)

But then again I also thought Voltron is gonna be like super kid friendly judging by season one, like that there won’t be any death’s and all.. And then season 2 happened and they just offed like 4 characters like it’s nothing... So now I do wonder how dark they gonna go.

But again, I don’t feel like Shiro is in any immediate danger, I dun think they will get rid of him very early on in the story, Sven style, cuz like he’s obviously got his own arc, his character has places to go still.. (And killing a character in the middle of their arc seems a bit too cruel for a kid’s show..)

BUT, there’s still this fear in me that they might go the Ryou way with him... You know have him die some heroic self sacrificing death that saves everyone, towards the end..

And this is not a direction I wanna see them go with Shiro, because his character is already so self sacrificing and he’s someone who’s always thinking about other people and that they come first, that I’d hate to see him go in that way aswell.

I want to see Shiro learning to be a bit selfish and do the stuff that really make him happy during the course of the series. I do not wanna see him go the “all mentors way” and die so that other characters can grow. I want him to be more than that, and I think he is more than that.

So I dunno, my logic says “no”, they won’t kill him, but my HEART, my heart is gonna be in constant Shiro anxiety till the end of the series I think. There’s this fear of “but what if” that is always gonna be there, cuz I know I would be heartbroken if he dies for real.

(also consider the plot twist of “what if Shiro has been dead all along?” Tidus FFX style)

#voltron #shiro #if shiro ever dies in the show i will never believe that its forever and hes really gone #i would patiently wait for his surprise return #there's also a part of me that wants to see what will become of keith if shiro ever dies #thoughts and stuff #replies #Anonymous

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light-wolf · 7 years

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I’ve had some hours to process the info so let’s talk about last night’s Switch presentation and related stuff.

First of all, the price is just the upper end of what I was expecting. Could be cheaper but it’s alright. Here in Chile it’ll probably be like twice the price, as always, but we’re used to that shit. The controllers and other accessories, on the other hand, are REALLY expensive. If they’d said something about Wii U controllers being compatible it wouldn’t be that bad, but I doubt that will be the case so that sucks.

Release date is earlier than expected! I thought it would be at the end of March. Wow.

No region locking is GREAT. I mean, it doesn’t really affect me that much because there haven’t been many times that I’ve wanted to import a game, but it’s still nice more because of a philosophy thing than anything else.

Paying for online sucks ass. Like, really, really sucks ass. I barely played online on Wii U so I don’t think I’ll want to pay for this shit. I guess it depends on the price and the games. If there was a Pokémon or a Monster Hunter, I guess I’ll have to subscribe, against my will. There really needs to be a good reason for suddenly having to pay for online, and I’m not sure if Nintendo can offer that. I guess we have to know the price too. Oh, well...

“HD Rumble” or whatever it is could be cool? I’d have to try it first, though. Colored controllers are always nice because I’m gay trash and I like colors. Touch screen and motion controls I guess weren’t 100% confirmed until now but it was obvious.

1, 2, Switch looks like it could be fun... if it was bundled with the console or extremely cheap. Yeah, no way I’m paying full price for this.

Arms (oh gods what a stupid name) is a rare case of Nintendo trying new characters so that’s appreciated but honestly I don’t care too much about it.

Splatoon 2 is cool, I guess? I skipped the first one. I’ll be more interested in this if the online was still free...

Super Mario Odyssey looks AMAZING!!!!! This is absolutely one of the best surprised of the event. Finally a new sandbox 3D Mario!!! And maaaaan I love everything about it!!!! AAAAAAHHHH!!!!! I need to play it!!!!!!! It’ll be hard to wait until the end of the year but I’m sure it’ll be worth it!!!!

XENOBLADE FUCKING 2 OMFG HOWWWWW!!!!!?????????? This was another HUGE surprise. The first Xenoblade is one of my favorite RPGs of all time, and while I loved X, I liked the characters, story and world of the first one a lot more. So I’m guessing this is the more narrative-driven game Monolith teased before. And I’m fine with that. I’m not a huge fan of the art style yet (characters look too cartoon-ish, and the protagonist’s pants are stupid, lol), but locations look great and I have faith in Monolith.

FIRE EMBLEM WARRIORS!!!! I PREDICTED THAT!!!!!!! Ok, not much to say about this, but I’m hyped. Also it seems there will be a Fire Emblem Direct next week? Hopefully we see something more concrete about this game there. Based on the swords in the teaser, we should see at least Marth, Chrom, Corrin, Ryoma and Xander.

I didn’t understand shit about Suda51′s speech (man, that interpreter was awful), but it seems there will be a new game featuring Travis Touchdown? But it won’t be a No More Heroes? Whatever, it’s still great.

Among other things, I’m glad that there will be a Switch version of Rayman Legends. Makes me feel good about never getting it for Wii U or PC. Also, we don’t know anything about the new Shin Megami Tensei but I guess it’s SMTV? That’s cool.

Mario Kart 8 Deluxe is cool because MK8 is a really good game, but I’m not sure if there’s enough new content there to justify the purchase, considering I already have all the DLC in the Wii U version.

Skyrim is nice but I already have it for Steam (and still haven’t played it, lol).

That parental controls video with Bowser and Bowser Jr. was the cutest thing ever and I love it.

About Breath of the Wild... what can I say? That trailer was, without a doubt, one of the best Nintendo has ever done. Oh man, so fucking HYPE!!! It looks like the story will be full of powerful moments, and we’re getting to know more characters!! I love them all. Especially Zelda. Oh man I love this Zelda. She reminds me of the one from Skyward Sword, which is a really good thing. Also AMIIBO!!!! I need it. I don’t know why the fuck did they make a Bokoblin amiibo, but lol who cares, I want the Zelda one. I’m very curious about their functionality. I hope it’s nothing major/permanent because then I’ll want to get them all and I really shouldn’t get them all.

The presentation itself wasn’t very good. Too many cringy moments and awkward silences. I definitely think that the pre-recorded format of Nintendo Directs is a MUCH better way of giving this kind of info.

What else? I think that’s it for now. I still don’t know if I want to get this thing at launch. I mean, I’m definitely getting it at some point, but the only big reason to get it at launch for me would be Zelda, and the Wii U version releases at the same date. But playing BotW on the go is extremely tempting...

Whatever. I hate Nintendo because they always make me want their stuff. Fuckers. I love them. And I hate them. And I love them.

#Nintendo #Nintendo Switch #gaming #Light Wolf plays videogames

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yas-surveys · 4 years

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162. // THEN, THEN, NOW

Then: December 18, 2014 Then: December 18, 2015 Now: January 13, 2020 (Damn it would be cool if i answered this last december anyways)

1. Where was the last place you went to hang out? Do you hang out there often? If not, where do you usually go? THEN: i can’t actually remember HAHA. maybe 7-eleven or something, yeah. THEN: at the mall i guess, well not really often, but for the christmas time i guess, since i go shopping with enzo NOW:i have literally no idea, the last time i was out was to go to school, and i dont think that counts as a hangout, DAMN IM BORING

2. When did you last speak to your best friend of the opposite sex? What did you talk about? THEN: - Friday, his love life. HAHAHA. THEN: - yesterday; all kinds of stuff, lol, HAHAHA, but we last discusses about the gift his friends gave him and he was too lazy to read the instructions so i read it for him lol NOW: yesterday! we were talking about going to the beach

3. Would you rather be called ‘beautiful’ or ‘sexy’? Why? THEN: - beautiful bc when you say beautiful, it’s kinda all in all, your personality and stuff THEN: ^^ NOW: WHY PICK ONE, WHY NOT BOTH?

4. Do you think someone is attracted to you? THEN: probably??? THEN: i honestly have no idea NOW: yeah

5. When was the last time you used public transport? THEN: last Friday THEN: yesterday NOW: the last time i went out? january 8

6. Are there any flirty messages in your inbox? THEN: - noooope THEN: nope NOW:

7. What age do you think is the right age to lose your virginity? Do you think people are losing it too soon these days? If so, why do you think people feel the need to lose it at a very young age? THEN: - idrk, maybe when you know your emotionally ready and you have a job bc you need to support your child yourself. yeah, bc sometimes teenagers don’t think about what’s going to happen to them if they got pregnant, what they have in mind is the happiness while doing it or something, idk, maybe bc being not a virgin is a huge part of your life and stuff and they like to brag to others and stuff THEN: ^^ NOW: hOLY SHIT IM ACTUALLY CRYING AT MY ANSWERS HAHAAHAHAAHA ANYWAYS, LOSING YOUR VIRGINITY DOESNT MEAN GETTING PREGNANT MARGARET, THERE’S CONTRACEPTIVES. OH MY GOD. But sorry for my past self, I won’t say that there’s a right age to lose your virginity? Some who lost them in such an early young age are probably thriving right now? It doesn’t matter? As long as it consensual and you’re in the right mindset of what you’re doing then I don’t see why it’s supposed to matter? Like they say virginity is a social construct, which you just fucking call when you first had sex. I do think people are losing it too soon but I don’t think that’s such a bad thing? It’s a fucking normal thing that humans long. What we should talk about the issue of unwanted pregnancies and sex education. But not the point that wherein really young people are doing it? I really can’t say, I don’t have much statistics. But I do feel like that CERTAIN people need to lose it since being a virgin is now such a big word. Which is what we need to demolish. If we just unhinge that word from it’s meaning then I don’t think everyone would make such a big fuss about it? You’re just another person to have sex for the first time? Congratulations, now everybody, move along?

8. Do you make an effort to be nice to people you dislike? Would you hang around with someone you disliked, if your other friends liked them? THEN: - yeah. well, me and my friends, dislike the same people so we’re fine THEN: ^^ NOW: yea, i actually do since i believe that even though you hate somebody else, it’s no excuse to be not nice to them? so i don’t get this plastic thing tbh

9. What’s the closest thing to you that’s green? THEN: - the couch i’m sitting on right now THEN: like a placemat i’m sitting on lol NOW: pillow

10. How exactly are you feeling at this moment? Why do you feel this way? THEN: - It’s so fucking cold, idk maaaaan. i’’m just rly feeling cold. HAHAHAHAHA. there’s this typhoon in our country and it’s just so cold THEN: OH GOD, i feel really sick and hot rn and i’ve been coughing all day :—( NOW: tired, my heart’s kind of hurting from the ashfall probably?

11 So, tell me a bit about your best friend of the opposite sex. Are you strictly just friends, or is there something more between you? THEN: - ooh, enzo, just in the past question we’re talkiing about his love life bc he broke up with this girl but i think they’re coming together again since they always talk and stuff. so we’re strictly just friends, and i don’t really like to be with him since i think it’s going to destroy our 3 years friendship THEN: still enzo, i mean this girl i’m talking about, enzo ended finally this may of this year, after lots of on and offs, and he’s not been with anyone since and it’s been the same for us, just friends, we cOOL bFFS 4 lyf NOW: OH MY GOD. THE GIRL WAS ESTER FUCK ME HAHAAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHA HOLY SHIT, but it’s cool that enzo’s still my best friend

12. When was the last time you felt severe physical pain? What was the reason for your pain? THEN: - ooooh, i hit my knee on the edge of my bed. GOOD. it hurts a fuckin lot THEN: i can’t exactly remember, like severe sooOOoo idk rly NOW: idk tbh HAHAHAHAHAHA

13 . In your opinion, what makes someone attractive? Be as general or as specific as you like. THEN: - appearance bc you know that’s the first thing people see and the personality THEN: well i guess now, it’s kind of both, i mean, sometimes, you look at what he’s doing and and his personality and just look at the appearance next and you can actually consider it sOooOOo NOW: ummm his mIND OH MY GOD. tbh now that i’m thinking of it very deeply, that’s where his intentions come from, what he thinks of you, what he wants to do for you, how much he loves, IT ALL COMES FROM THERE. SO DAMN. IF YOU’RE BOY A GENIUS. KEEP HIM. BUT LIKE EMOTIONAL AND INTELLECTUAL GENIUS.

14. When things in life start going wrong, are you the kind of person who tends to fall apart, or do you try to stay strong and hold it together? THEN: i’m kind of mixture of both. HAHAHA. THEN: ^^ still both lol, depends on the situation NOW: FALL APART LMAO.

15. Someone tells you that you’re beautiful/good-looking. Do you agree with them? THEN: - depends on who the person is THEN: ^^ NOW: i’d say thank you

16. If I came round to your house to have dinner, what would you make for me? THEN: - oh god i don’t cook soooo. THEN: ^^ NOW: but who are you?

17. How did you meet the last person you added as a friend on Facebook? THEN: - i haven’t add anyone on fb so idk THEN: i haven’t added someone for a long long time, prolly a teacher in my school for school purposes too NOW: i have no idea who i last added on facebook. damn. so that’s still me after 5 years wow.

18. What is your relationship with your mother like? Is it a close relationship, or do you distance yourselves from each other? Why do you think your relationship is the way it is? THEN: - my relationship with my mom is great, i can talk to her about anything and stuff THEN: ^^ NOW: yea i guess, we are pretty close but not to the point where i tell her EVERYTHING, that’s just creepy

19. Can you remember the very first conversation you had with the last person you texted? THEN: - it was kirsten and i met her at 2nd grade bc it was the first day of 2nd grade and i was new andit was a big school, i didn’t know anyone so i cried and she went up to me and asked me why was i crying HAHA THEN: it was danice, and i honestly can’t remember tbh HAHAHAHAHA, we met in 4th grade NOW: it was my mom and ofc i can’t remember our first conversation

20. Do you keep up to date with the charts? Are there any songs that are kind of old now, that you still like to listen to? THEN: - nah, bc, i kinda listen to everything that makes my ears happy. HAHA. yeah. THEN: ^^ NOW: oh, hell no. i don’t even know what are the bops these days. i’m a grandma when it comes to music.

21. Who or what has been on your mind the most today? THEN: - christmas. christmas. christmas. THEN: yes yes yes ^^^ NOW: aw,,, i really do like christmas,,, hehehe, um nothing tbh

22. At what age do you think you’ll be ready to think about having children? THEN: - maybe like 24-26? THEN: as long as i’m financially stable then i’m good NOW: never. having kids.

23. Put your iPod or any music player on shuffle and give me the first two lines from the first 10 songs selected. THEN: - ‘Some nights I stay up cashing in my bad luck; Some nights I call it a draw’ - ‘Cecilia, you’re breaking my heart; You’re shaking my confidence daily’ - 'First thing’s first, I’m the realest; Drop this and let the whole world feel it’ - 'Give me more lovin’ than I’ve ever had; Make it all better when I’m feelin’ sad’ - 'Baby, when they look up at the sky; We’ll be shooting stars just passing by’ - 'It’s just another night; And I’m staring at the moon’ - 'It’s probably what’s best for you; I only want the best for you’ - 'Saturday morning jumped out of bed and put on my best suit; Got in my car and raced like a jet, all the way to you’ - 'When your legs don’t work like they used to before; And I can’t sweep you off of your feet’ - 'so let’s sing na, na na na na, hey ya; cmon and sing na, na na na na, hey ya’ THEN: - ‘I am not that kind of girl, who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion’ - ‘And i hate to say i love you, when it’s hard for me’ - ‘Your love is bright as ever, even in the shadows’ - I was born in the arms of imaginary friends, Free to roam, made a home out of everywhere I’ve been’ - ‘ My heart is sinking, As I’m lifting up’ - ‘ Wise men say, only fools rush in’ - ‘ Come on skinny love just last the year, Pour a little salt we were never here’ - ‘ He said, “Let’s get out of this town, Drive out of the city’ - ‘ Hush, don’t speak, When you spit your venom, keep it shut I hate it’ - ‘ I can taste salt water , And if I blink again’ NOW: OH MY GOD IM LAUGHING AT THOSE ANSWERS OKAY HERE’S MINE - She's got a family in Carolina, So far away, but she says I remind her of home - You’re white dress, sparks words spontaneous - Ain't never felt this way, Can't get enough so stay with me - After the war, I went back to New York, A-After the war, I went back to New York - Darling, darling, doesn't have a problem, Lying to herself 'cause her liquor's top shelf - I wanna pick you up and scoop you out - I've got a secret for the mad, In a little bit of time it won't hurt so bad - Mr. Vice President, Mr. Madison, Senator Burr - You keep saying that you’re alright, but I can see you through your fake smile you’re not - 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9, There are 10 things you need to know

24. The last time you went for a night out, who did you go with? THEN: - i don’t rly go on night outs but maybe the last one will be last october 28 wt my friends THEN: i still don’t go on night outs, well i mean, the latest i came home this month was 10:30 and i was out christmas shopping with enzo so NOW: my college blockmates i think?

25. Do you know anyone who doesn’t use Facebook, or dislikes it? Do you like or dislike it? THEN: - yeah, one of my best friends, laya, she hates it HAHA but we need to use it for school stuff. and laya actually keeps an eye on things, she wants not to be noticed on fb and stuff HAHA. i don’t really dislike it but i don’t love it either THEN: well laya has not been ranting about fb and she’s been using it a lot for chat purposes so, as of now, i don’t know anyone NOW: i don’t think so, neither

26. Have you ever mistaken a complete stranger for someone you knew? THEN: - yeah, but i think, i haven’t came to them (*i came to them, 2020) and said hi HAHA THEN: yeah NOW: yea

27. What did you have for breakfast this morning? THEN: - just bread and peanut & butter, and i’m rly hungry rn THEN: well i got out of bed like 3:36 or something, and there was no food so i ate this good large bread HAHAHAHAH and just some nerds and chocolate and that’s all the food i’ve eaten today and it’s 8:40 already and i haven’t had a proper meal yet, i’m really hungry NOW: tocino

28. Have you ever made a promise to someone that you didn’t keep? THEN: - yeah, i think we all have THEN: yeah NOW: yeah

29. Are you ever afraid to show how you feel? THEN: - yeah, i’m always afraid THEN: ^^ yep, i am still NOW: depends on who i am with

30. Have you ever been blamed or got into trouble for something that wasn’t your fault? THEN: - yeah THEN: yeah NOW: yeah

31. Have you ever wondered what death might be like, and what might happen afterwards? It’s depressing to think about I know, but do you have an opinion about it? THEN: - yeah, oh my gods, it’s just so confusing; what would the people feel if i died and stuff, and what would happen to me, would i still see my friends and stuff THEN: i’ve been reading a lot of books associated with death, i guess, and it’s making me think more, and i guess, it’s just sleeping forever and it’s quite creepy NOW: yea of course, i don’t really have an opinion about it? but i do wonder what happens next? do you really lose unconsciousness and just drift away?

32. Tell me something you like about your life, and something you dislike about it. THEN: - oh god, it’s gotten pretttty chaotic, i’m miserable and depressed and confused than before THEN: my life rn has beeeen a complete mess, GOD, i don’t like it. i really feel down and i mean being on christmas break is actually heping me a lot sine there NOW: i honestly can’t think of one things that’s going in the right direction at the moment, yesterday I was fucking crying my eyes out and promised myself to get checked as soon as I can.

33. Choose 10 people at random. THEN: 1. Ysabel 2. David 3. Enzo 4. Ester 5. Laya 6. Earl 7. Pamela 8. Nica 9. Kirsten 10. Kris THEN: 1. Kirsten 2. Enzo 3. Laya 4. Danice 5. David 6. Hannah 7. Pamela 8. Ricafort 9. Ysabel 10. Vito NOW: 1. Kirsten 2. Raphael 3. Enzo 4. Kate 5. Derick 6. Aly 7. Cely 8. Miki 9. Joui 10. Vanessa

34. Do you think 1 would ever help you out if you were in trouble? - i hope so NOW: yea

35. Would you swap places with 2 for a week? - sure, HAHAHA NOW: HELL NO.

36. What would you say if 3 asked you out? - yea sure HAHA NOW: sure

37. Who is taller, you or 4? - i have no idea, i think she is NOW: she is

38. Do you think 5 has ever lied to you? - yeah, probably NOW: i dont think so?

39. Do you think 6 will ever get married? - yeah, why not NOW: yea

40. If you had to cook a meal for 7, what would you make? - i did the numbers random, and it ended up on pamela again HAHAHAHAA but still, bacon HAHA, the only thing i can make that she likes NOW: PANCIT CANTON HAHAAHAHHA

41. Do you think 8 will ever get married? - yeah. NOW: yea

42. If 9 turned up at your door now, what would you do/say? Would you let him/her in? - YA YA YA NOW: yea

43. When is 10’s birthday? - o god, i’m not rly sure lol, prolly april???? i’M SO SORRY VITO NOW: september 18

44. Have you ever felt jealous of 1? - yeah, i guess, but not that much NOW: yea i guess at some aspects like being rich lmao.

45. If 2 decided never to speak to you again, would you care? - OH GOD YES NOW: OF COURSE I WOULD OH MY GOD

46. What colour is 3’s hair? - black and brown NOW: black

47. Do you know what colour 4’s eyes are? - black NOW: black

48. When was the last time you talked to 5? What did you talk to him/her about? - yesterday, not much NOW: january 7 in chat, january 11.

49. Who has kissed the most people, you or 6? - we haven’t kissed anyone yet HAHAHA NOW: OMG I ACTUALLY HAVE NO IDEA!!! i feel like me? but still no idea

50. What is the age difference between you and 7? Who is older? - she’s older. but i’m still taller HAHAHAHA NOW: she is

51. Describe 8 - what does he/she look like? - oh, he’s dark brown, laya and i LOVEEEE his legs, it’s smooth, he has a pretty strong feminine side and he has a subtle curly hair, his teeth are quite crooked and HE’s REALLY FUNNY NOW: REALLY SMALL GIRL WITH A SMALL FACE and long hair and such a petite frame

52. Is 9’s house within walking distance? - no, it’s near our school and our school is 30 minutes away without traffic from our house NOW: NO WAY

53. What if you found out that 10 had sex with the person you love/like? - OH MY GOD well, starting they’re not gay and stuff but if it happened, i would just be shocked NOW: HOLY SHIT THAT IS PRETTY AND VERY UNLIKELY BUT HOLY SHIT. THAT’S VERY WEIRD SCENARIO TO PICTURE

54. Do you like your teeth? THEN: - i don’t love them but i don’t hate them either THEN: i hate it NOW: hate it

55. Have you ever been to the cinema to watch a film, and ended up walking out because you hated it? THEN: - nope THEN: i have never done it, it’s just like wasting money and why watch a film when you know you wouldn’t like it NOW: UGH NEVER, if you don’t like it then just sleep? it’s cozy in there

56. The last person you held hands with, is that person single? THEN: - it was carl, but we’re just friends, and it was a joke, and yes he’s single THEN: i can’t even remember NOW: no he’s not

57. How about the last person you messaged on Facebook, are they single? THEN: - yep THEN: yes NOW: nope

58. How old is the 11th person in your phone’s contacts list? THEN: - i have no idea THEN: - still have no idea NOW: i don’t know tbh, her late 20′s?

59. Does it bother you when people ask questions about your love life? THEN: - nah THEN: not rly since i have non HAHAHAHA NOW: not really

60. Does the last person you kissed have freckles? THEN: - nope THEN: i haven’t kissed anyone yet so NOW: nope

61. Is it easy for people to tell when you’re upset, or are you good at hiding it? THEN: i have resting bitch face so people always think i’m mad or something THEN: ^^ NOW: I DONT HAVE A FUCKING RBF WHO WAS I KIDDING!!! OH MY GOD. i’m not good at hiding when im upset.

62. Have you ever thought about joining a dating site? THEN: - oh gods, idek. i really have no idea HAHAHA. but yeah lol THEN: sure why not lol, but i always thought about it being very awkward NOW: already did

63. On a scale of 1 to 10, how you would you rate your own appearance (going on how you look right now)? THEN: probably 6 lol. i look oily and my hair looks awful right now THEN: prolly a 7, because i feel like ‘I LOOK REALLY OKAY AND THIS IS NOT WHAT I LOOK LIKE WHEN THERE’S PEOPLE AROUND NOW: OH HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD A SOLID ZERO.

64. On a scale of 1 to 10, how happy are you right now? THEN: a 5, i just found out that my crush wants to bring evrything back gdi (Oh my GOD, HE DID NOT WANT EVERYTHING BACK, 2020) THEN: a 6, i guess NOW: 7????

65. On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate this survey? THEN: - like a 7? THEN: ^^ NOW: ^^

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Literature review (with out bibliography)

What I read to feed my (art) seed.

I am often asked, what area of art am I studying, and sometimes I want to say I am a painter, or sculptor, because I feel like that's the familiar answer that people expect. But alas, I am neither, and maybe both, along with, drawer, writer and marginal infiltrator. I am (dis)assembler of grammatical structures, (de)colonizer of spaces, and (re)constructive meditator.

Is this what you would classically call ‘artist’?

No, I think it’s what you would classically call ‘con-artist’.

To be that confident-artist though, I have to know my shit…and so I read. This year, I am Modern Māori artist, who loves science-fiction and questioning authority, because like some punk once said, “authority is only a system of control”…maaaaan. But the more I read, the more I learn how much I don’t know, and that ‘authority’ has systematically controlled me from learning about my own culture. So the perks of a contemporary art degree is, I can use this time to study whatever I want. When you think of me, think of terms like ‘Space-Māori’ or ‘Astronesian’, cause here I come baby. I’m taking this spaceship into my own control and using the knowledge of my tupuna to guide me into poetic, futuristic Māori art-jams through time and space.

Matariki, the star of the year, 2017 Rangi Matamua non-fiction

Matariki, the star of the year. It is full of insights and knowledge of Māori astronomy that I had never encountered before. One of the most exciting things about this book, is that it is Māori knowledge, told from a Māori perspective. We are in the age of Māori taking agency of our knowledge and legitimizing it. In the past Eldon Best had written about Māori astronomy and gathering what he could understand of the vast knowledge—which at the time was far superior than the European counterparts (3)— but he couldn’t grasp it all, and also couldn’t understand properly the way Māori saw the stars. For example Best translated “Matariki’ literally, ‘mata’ meaning eyes, and ‘riki’ being a plural of ‘iti’ which means small, so he told the world that Matariki meant small eyes. But Matamua revokes this incorrect translation. The story of the word Matariki does indeed include eyes, but they are in no way small. The ariki Tawhirimatea was so distort with the separation of his parents Ranginui and Papatūānuku that he tore his eyes out and threw them up to the heavens where they landed on Rangi’s chest and stayed there, creating Matariki, Te Mata o te ariki Tawhirimatea, which means the eyes of the god Tāwhirimātea.

I have been reading this book, as research to feed into my own art practices and alsojust out of interest and wanting to know more about Te Ao Māori. There is a story inMatamua’s book about Te Waka o Rangi, captained by Taramainuku. Matarikimarks the prow of this waka. Taramainuku lets down his net and pulls up the spirits ofthe dead. They wait there on his waka until the next Matariki season where the wakacan be seen again rising just before the sun. When it is time to celebrate Matariki andthe coming of the new year, it is also the time to let go of the dead as Taramainukureleases all the spirits from his waka and they go into the heavens to become stars.Stories like these totally fall into my astronesian space Māori undertones of my workthis year, Māori been space Māori’s since way back.

The Lathe of Heaven, 1974 Ursula K. Le Guin Fiction

I read this book over the summer just been. While stuck in the hump of the book— which often happens to me—Le Guin just up and died. Her death wasn’t so unexpected to her family, I’m guessing—she had been sick for a while, and she was 88 years old—but the idea hadn’t crossed my mind, or rather the actuality. Probably because in my mind Le Guin was more like a hero, or the high priestess of sci-fi, or arch mage, maybe even close to divinity, but in actuality, she was human. So propelled by mourning and longing, I searched the pages of The Lathe of Heaven, looking for her. If at the time, I was worried at all about losing Le Guin and her genius I was quickly reassured in my faith. While a lot of Le Guin’s books have an anthropological base from which her social-political commentaries spring, The Lathe of Heaven moves more from philosophical questions. If you had the ability to change the world for better, should you? and could one even do such a thing against the formidable force of nature? Le Guin brings into focus human ambition to play God, only to back-hand that destructive notion by illuminating our very own human nature and “all the stuff we carry around in us”(125).

I guess the only relevance this book has to my art practice at the moment is that it is writing, and it is science fiction. I am mostly looking at Māori and Pacifika artists, but am not limited to this, and Le Guin is formative for me. In The Lathe of Heaven Le Guin challenges authority and warns about messing with nature, and reminds us how small we humans are. I think these are good things to think about and are a part of what I keep in my mind when I do anything.

Sleep Standing/Moetū, 2017 Witi Ihimaera with Translation by Hēmi Kelly Fictional, based on true a true story

In this fictional retelling of the battle of Ōrākau, Witi Ihimaera educates his audience on the historical three-day battle that ended the Waikato land Wars in 1964. I’m not a huge fan of Witi Ihimaera writing, but this seemed like a good way to learn about thebattle of Ōrākau without having to read a history book, and also from the perspectiveof Māori. I am Ngāti Maniapoto, and it’s frustrating that I know about the first andsecond world wars and the Oregon crossing but I don’t know about the Waikato landwars, which is where I am from and where I spent the majority of my life. I’m tryingto be this modern Māori artist, but because of colonisation, I don’t actually know ahuge amount of about my culture, and so reading this book helps. It also helps me torecognize writing that I wouldn’t call bad…just, not for me.

Nga Moteatea Volume I, 1928 (1959) Sir pirana Ngata, Pei Te Hurinui Jones non-fiction

I first remember hearing about Nga Moteatea a few years ago when my mum and Aunty were talking about one of our tupuna in the book, my great, great, great, grandmother, Hēmā Spencer. But I hadn’t actually opened the book until a couple weeks ago. The books became relevant to me as research and inspiration for my own studio practice, one of the weeks when my mind and body are exhausted of creativity, so reading is the best thing to do.

I’ve been trying to read as much Māori poetry as I can over the past year, and Nga Moteatea are recordings of the oldest poetry that we have. I think what I find most beautiful is the rawness of the emotions in some of the compositions. Matangi-Hauroa, in lamenting for the brave, talks about being woken in the night by visions of grief and lost companions “Give me a sharpened obsidian to lacerate my skin…..take away my blood, my body’s essence…so that all you may see ’tis indeed myself” (227). There is so much reference to places and nature and gods in these compositions as well, which have more weight or something then when similar subject matter is mentioned in more modern poetry…Well it feels like that reading this book.

Puna Wai Kōrero An Anthology of Māori poetry in English, 2014 Reina Whaitiri, Robert Sullivan non-fiction

There are many politically charged opinions around the use of Te Reo Māori and English, but there is a nice line in the introduction of Puna Wai Korero, that goes something like, English gave Māori a whole new language in which to describe their poetic aspirations. The book is homage to Hone Tuwhare whom Whaitiri and Sullivan acknowledge as “Aotearoa’s poet laureate.” I have read only a handful of Poems in this book, and have so many more to get through, not that it is a task, I just tend to read poetry a lot slower than anything else, I like to take my time with it.

I don’t know if it's a strange or dangerous thing, but I am always interested in poems that are written to the dead, or about the dead, this seems to be a reoccurring theme in Puna Wai Kōrero, as well as other Māori poetry collections. I guess it would only be dangerous if I was to write about the dead in an incorrect way, or not follow proper protocol around tapu. I can use books like Puna Wai Kōrero to know how to write about such topics appropriately. Another very useful thing this book does, is introduce me to a variety of Māori poets and give me a taste of what their work is like.

Moon story, Small Holes in the Silence, 2006 Patricia Grace Fiction

Often Rona has been portrayed as a hot-tempered forgetful woman, in A.W. Reed’sMāori Legends, he opens the story with this quote about Rona; “She was loved by her husband but, as happens only too often, their lives were spoilt by her quick temper and the sharpness of her tongue”(41). This quote is frustrating on so many levels, (…I’ll mention only two) firstly Reed shouldn’t be so god dam sexist, which he is throughout the entire book, he makes it seem like her hot temper was the cause of all her marital problems, and if only she quit her blabbering, her husband’s love would make everything peachy, and secondly he shouldn’t be so disrespectful of the characters he had the privileged to write about. In Patricia Grace’s version Rona has been under a lot of stress from an enemy attack and has been left with too many tasks of holding the small hapu together after their defeat. In her hurry to fill the calabashes with water, she doesn’t just stub her toe and bang her shin like Reed tells, in Grace’sversion she full on breaks her ankle and is knocked unconscious. The moon—who inthis story has been described as a conjoined twin to the earth—has a beautiful butlonely existence. When the moon takes Rona, they become close companions andtogether “collate the seasons, and roll and unroll the tides” (118).

Patricia Grace’s work is what I remind myself of when I write about women. There are so many slippery slopes in the English language that are oppressive to woman, and to work around them takes critical analysis of each word you use. Its like unlearning all the things you have been taught, and then reconstructing them to tell the story you want to tell. Epeli Hau’Ofa does a great job of re-constructing thought of how the pacific is viewed in his essay “our Sea of Islands”.

Tail of the Taniwha, 2016 Courtney Sina Meredith autobiographical (non) Fiction

This book helped me shape my own poetry over the past year, I think it started when Courtney Sina Meredith made me cry. She talked about saying goodbye to her family at the Auckland airport when going on her OE, and that longing when you are overseas and miss your family. This particularly made me cry because I had that same experience. The last time I saw my nana was at the Auckland airport, she always had a taste for drama and so she decided to die the first time I ever left the country. Courtney Sina Meredith helped me to feel confident enough to write about losing my nana and express those cooped up feelings I was holding onto.

There is an accessibility to Courtney Sina Meredith’s writing that is very appealing to me. She often uses ‘simple’ words, nothing too flashy if you know what I mean. Often people mistake this for a lack of knowledge of the English language (in my writing this is probably the case) but I view it as more of an egalitarian quality. I think there is skill in finding ordinary words and showing their beauty, what can I say, I’m a minimalist.

Por Vida, 2015 Kali Uchis Album autobiographical (non) Fiction

I think more than anything kind of research of inspirational value, this album helps my soul. Sometimes when you go through big events in your life, the music you listen to at those times become sentimental or holds you in those places. But I have been listening to this album for a couple years now, over which I feel I have changed and grown a lot, and this album still cradles me in close, and sends me confident into the world. Maybe this is because me and Kali Uchis were born only 11 days apart and we share the same astrological sign, having a connection that is literally written in the stars. Well, I don’t know if Kali would agree with that, but she probably wont read this, so I’m claiming it. I love her smooth beats and how her lyrics talk about clichéd situations, but don’t come off as cheesy at all, well not to me. Kali shows us that she is a tough ass babe, while also showing us moments of vulnerability. This is what I’m all about.

Cokes, 2018 Coco Solid Mixtape Autobiographical (non) Fiction

In an interview with under the radar, Coco solid says that there is no over arching theme to the mixtape, but if she was going to look at all of her work over all the years, there is always an “enduring idea of sovereignty”. Coco made this ‘enduring idea’ pretty clear by releasing Cokes on Waitangi day this year. Coco Solid is one of those inspiring, multi-talented, pop queens, that there really isn’t enough of. Over the past 20 to 30 years there have been many Māori wahine who have done the hard work of making their voices heard. Names like Dame Whina Cooper, Merata Mita, Robyn Kahukiwa, Patricia Grace and Lisa Reihana are amongst the wahine we will forever be grateful for and look to for reassurance. These are the ones who laid down the road for the next generation to walk on, and Coco Solid is doing just that. I feel like a lot of our responsibility as contemporary Māori is to uphold exactly that title of ‘contemporary Māori’. In the journey a lot of Māori make in reconnecting with their whakapapa, we have to be careful to not become caught in oppressive, clichéd orstereotypical ideas about Māori and what ‘Māori’ ‘should’ be, relevant here is one ofthose oppressive ideas of Māori being ‘stuck in the past’, a culture of ancienttraditions, when in actuality Māori have always been innovators and quick to adapt.This doesn’t mean ‘out with the old, in with the new’ we don’t have to chose new overold, that is a particularly western idea of binaries, like I said Māori are innovators, andI think our cultures allows for growth. In the RNZ two-part show on AotearoaFuturism, Coco Solid talks about making Māori art that can be futuristic if we want,and not having to fit into the small box that colonisation would like to keep us in.Genre’s like science-fiction are not associated with Māori art, we are only left withflora and fauna to create our art from, and Coco Solid just wants everything andanything to be available to her, and ‘is that too much to ask?’ I find everything that comes out of Coco Solid—and she does it all—so empoweringbecause I don’t make classically Māori art, but I still want my work to be of Te AoMāori and Coco helps to give me the autonomy and agency to go on my SpaceMāori, Astronesian pursuits.

fafswagvogue.com 2018 FAFSWAG, NZ on Air Non-(science)Fiction

What makes this website so good, is that these are real people, battling in real placesin Auckland, but it creates the (un)reality of some futuristic city, where fa’afafine runthe show and glamorously dance battle each other.

So much of what FAFSWAG do inspires me. They are decolonizing spaces andclaiming them as their own. The art collective Witch Bitch, do spoken wordperformances, I saw them perform down here last year, and was in awe of theatmosphere they created. Tamatoa from the FAFSWAGvogue website is one of thethree members of Witch Bitch, you can watch him perform through his story on thewebsite. FAFSWAG encompass everything that I want in my art, they are futuristicand yet work from Polynesian backgrounds, and bring that poly flavor into their9performances. They are strong and proud and support each other, by creating safe,decolonized spaces.

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Music In My Life (#4)

It's July 27, 2018, and I haven't made a post in so long! So much has happened, but currently that is all that I want to get off my chest.

MIML is a music blog series by me (Sunshine) and my ongoing opinions and what's going on in my head with music. This issue of the series, I’ll touch on Odd Future, A$AP Mobb, and various Canadian artists from Toronto and Vancouver, as well as many others in the game. You'll see that I talk about these artists and also mention my very own opinions. I hope you enjoy reading reading this and please check out all the artists I mention because they're all so amazing and most of the time underrated.

ODD FUTURE

As I briefly mentioned before, I've been listening to Odd Future since they broke up, not the official break up but while before they did. Since then, I've played close attention to Tyler, the Creator, Hodgy Beats, Frank Ocean, and then also have grown to like Syd, tha Kid. I want to make a little update of these four and a little bit more.

TYLER, THE CREATOR

Potato Salad? Yes.

Okay, so since I've listened to Tyler, Answer has always been my favorite song. Answer showed the side of Tyler's true potential. Honestly, only during certain moods and times I was able to listen to his old music. I watched interviews and that's what made me a real fan; who he is, what he can do, and his message. You could tell from even way before that Tyler loved music, he loved sound. His knowledge and the way he described sounds clearly shows how much of a music genius he is.

Only recently, from the album FLOWERBOY, this album was able to make it into the mainstream I would say. Through his posts, updates on his life, you can also see how much you see him and A$AP Rocky have been together. I personally love A$AP Rocky, (hence why he also has a little segment on today's post). Anyways, their duo is truly amazing because I believe they're both so passionate about their work and genuine about it. In the scene, it's hard to tell if people would rather consider it work or passion, but I think that it's ideal that you can find a way to make money whilst doing what you love. I just took in, that it's one of the things that I've learned from Tyler when I was younger; something I actually apply in my own life and philosophy.

I'm really happy that more people can enjoy Tyler's work because since I was younger I knew if he rapped about "more relatable" or "real" things, it would be over. I think that he changed the rap game musically in production and versatility.

A$AP ROCKY

Crafty is how I would explain him. In his work you can see how much he puts into his craft. His sound, his visuals, you can see that there was a lot put into the planning. I've started to listen to him more out of my own curiosity because I would say that he's a storyteller and a visionary with the way he carries himself. He has style for sure, as he's also into fashion. He seems like the type of person to know what he's doing. His flow and delivery is smooth and it all just goes together when he tops it up with visuals. (Added: Praise the Lord (Da Shine) with Skepta & A$AP Forever (ft. Moby) are such good videos, and as a person in the field, I have much respect for the people behind them)

A lot of rappers are starting to name their music videos as visuals when in reality their videos have no story and is just a generic music video of them rapping in front of a camera- like there's no background plot or anything. I'm not saying it's a bad thing, but I feel like when you say it's a visual, at least for me, I'm expecting something like out of a movie.

JAZZ CARTIER

Literally just started to listen to his name album Fleurever and the minute I heard that little thing (listen to it to find out) right before he started rapping on the first song, maaaaan, I knew it was going to be beautiful. Listening to this song twice right now. This first song is actually so beautiful. That thing that happens right before he raps, I've always wanted to record a whole ride and feature it into my music (if I ever dip into it).

When he posted the album cover, I was so into it. I love that whole cover. never really listened to Jazz Cartier heavily but I thought about artists from Toronto who I should start to get into. So far, the second song, SECURITY, is also so wonderful. I love the background chords.

Something I noticed about the majority of rappers from Toronto is the use of piano chords. His type is very different but a lot of the typical Toronto rappers have it heavily incorporated in their music.

I can also see him making a song with Chicago artist Saba.

JV$

Theme Song is truly a summertime song. I think that his sound is unique, something about it sounds different than what you see featured. One thing I do want to point out are his little alibis(?) or whatever they're called and I think they somehow captivate the flow. He's not your typical Toronto rapper in my opinion.

The production in his music and videos are very well done, professional, and it shows how far he's going to go. I believe in the future, comparing Theme Song and Sidebag that he's going to grow and become a versatile artist.

(Here's the link to: Theme Song)

DENZEL CURRY

I started to get into him recently because of this whole story haha. Me and my friend I think are the only ones who really really listen to Xavier Wulf, and so Wulf used to be apart of Raider Klan, just like Denzel Curry. So we watch the video for ULT, anD MY, MY, MY. I was basically doing a commentary throughout the video. I remember saying something along the lines of "You know how these rappers are just in front of the camera posting up and pointing at the camera? This video is how it's supposed to be done. The way how the make the shot look full of people and show how much they look like a whole gang together, you know what I mean?". That video is honestly best described as legendary. I love the vibes and the whole feel. Later on, I listened to the lyrics and I was hooked as soon as he said "This is the wrath of Aquarius" because I'm also an Aquarius and I honestly have been doing more research because it's something I've always been curious about but never had the time to look into. Anyways, because of this, I got hooked and I'm glad that during the time I got hooked, I also got to look forward to his new album TA13OO.

One thing that really got my on board was the beginning of ULT. That piano captivated me into wanting to hear the rest of what the instrumental had to say. That's another little thing, as soon as I hear the beginning of the song, usually if I like it instantly I know that for a fact and it sticks. Listening to TA13OO right now and it sounds a little different from what I've heard from him so far. I rate it. SUMO l ZUMO bangs so hard. Related to Trippie Redd* to why I like it. Denzel Curry's flow? Holy!! This guy goes off. It reminds me of Xavier Wulf too. Both of them are able to switch up the flow flawlessly.

XXXTENTACION

Rest in peace.

Until now I still can't take in that he's gone. He still lives through his words and music. The following is the caption of the post I've made on my personal account. I just think that I should leave it here as well.

"I did a presentation about music and society for an isp last week . To conclude, especially in times where there's so much doing on, you become confused on how you should feel, music helps focus a feeling. Music brings humans together psychologically and physiologically, it's in our nature.

The passing of the late XXX, 'X', Jahseh D. Onfroy, has made a lot of controversial conversation throughout the media. Despite all the negative comments, many have come together in numbers, pulling all top 10 songs on Apple Music by XXXTentacion.

Respectfully, I don't condone wishing death on anybody because who am I to judge? I can only speak from what's based on factual information from a primary source I've inspected through myself.

A life was taken away, a life that made mistakes and that sinned just like everyone else, but it was also a life that had positive intentions and positive impact on others by creating coping methods to those who can relate in feeling.

At the end of the day, good or bad, opinions, perspectives and one's own take on somebody's life don't matter.

We should accept things as they are at a certain point because we can't change our fate, past, or legacy.

[I genuinely wish you rest in peace.]"

I'm speaking for myself when I say that it bothers me a lot that people forget how old he was. He was only 20 years old when he passed away. He had one interview when he was 19, and at this point in his life, he had a very large audience and had made a name for himself. He was honestly very successful in his amazing, but short-lived career. As Denzel Curry stated, X was a broken kid. If you know and remember his first interviews when he got out of prison, he never mentioned his age, but I do remember his story as well. That's when I also started to follow with him. I wanted to see where he would go, and I knew, (I have tweets from then) that he was going places because he was real with the media. I knew something was bound to come up, but he knew that of course. He believed in karma, he believed that he was going to grow, that he was going places. He knew himself well at a young age, I believe way before any of his fame came, he knew what was happening. I don't have an opinion on his previous cases because there's a lot of mishandled information, especially in the media.

TRIPPIE REDD

Can't lie, I underestimated him a lot. His feature on Fuck Love really put me on, but his other stuff is what made me really appreciate his music. His singing makes me feel how he feels, like how you feel inside and he's able to express it in his sound. Can’t wait for his debut album to come out.

YE ALI

He's a great artist and producer. Waiting on the soon-to-be-released Ye Ali and Chill.

CHE ECRU

Love his music. Waiting on his next project.

DRAKE

Honestly, Scorpion was good. His first songs on every album really set up the whole vibe. Starting with something great. I actually like how there's two sides to this album- it makes me think like I have the actual CD, old vibes. Btw, go back and listen to Fall For Your Type, major throwback.

AFTERTHEPARTY

I've started to listen to him for a few months now and I love the sound. I can only describe it as solid and fresh RnB. He’s a great artist, definitely on the come up if not already.

XAVIER WULF

East Memphis Maniac. My favourites off the album: 1. Chaos Castle (ft. SHWB) 2. Riding Shotgun in Japan (ft. KOHH) 3. Check It Out (Original and the remix).

His music has evolved, there's no denying that. What can I really say? There's a lot of people who have an opinion on how he's doing things now and we all know he doesn't care. I enjoy his old style, but I'm not saying he should go back to it. I respect when artists change because it means they're not in the same place any more- that they're not struggling with the problems they had before, that they're not stuck in their lives. The majority of the album is not my sound, maybe it'll grow on me eventually, but if not I can't say I didn't give it a try.

BONES

I like his softer wavy music. I've been getting into the whole screaming thing you know, I don't even know what's the proper name for that genre of rap(?). His verse on Chaos Castle though? Holy, they did an amazing job putting that song together.

SKEPTA

I’m going to take the time to listen to some of his tracks. Been getting a lot of features with different people, and by people I mean A$AP Rocky and Xavier Wulf. I would’ve never expected that.

A$AP MOB

Started listening to them. I love this collective, and how they present themselves.

Cozy Tapes, Vol. 1: Friends - Yamborghini High (ft. Juicy J), Way Hii (ft. A$AP Rocky, Wiz Jhalifa, BJ the Chicago Kid & Buddy), Young N***a Living (feat. A$AP Ferg, A$AP Ant & A$AP Twelvyy), Put That on My Set (feat. A$AP Rocky & Skepta).

CMDWN

Waiting on Atlanta 2.-- Nvm just checked and it's out-- oh, Pre-Release. I have to mention Atlanta, go (re-)listen to it... right now.

KILLY

He's really doing great. Had a tour in Europe. I'm glad to see him go off and do his thing. Surrender Your Soul!!

NAV

Few months back I saw him and 88GLAM live. It was super fun and I thought I was going to die because it was my first concert and the amount of space you have in non-existant. The album, NAV, is still top in my list. That and his older songs from his Soundcloud days.

As you can tell I love RnB, like the slower the song, the better for me. Don't get me wrong though, I do listen to hype tracks, but these ones are the ones I can listen to anytime of day.

-CLOSING-

It's been a long time that I haven't posted on this blog. Hopefully, this will be an ongoing consistent blog that others too can enjoy. I'll be making a mix or two in the next week and I'll also be posting updates on my own things going on. Apple Music and Soundcloud Go are totally worth it in my opinion. I think I'm going to have to buy an iPod or something that has like 1TB on it because my music literally lagged my phone to the point where my Photos app was crashing, so I'm going to have to work on that. There's much more I wanted to put into this post (even though it’s super long), and it's a super unedited and rough (draft(?)), but I wanted to put something out on this for my peace of mind.

As always, to whoever and whenever you are reading this post, thanks for reading music in my life. -Sunshine

Side note: I hope everyone is staying safe this summer, a lot has happened and especially those in Toronto, please be careful.

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