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wasabi-gumdrop · 22 days

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thinking about modern au Kabru

ivy league college student, probably studying law and political science on a full scholarship. first time living away from Milsiril so he has to promise her, yes mom i’ll call you at least four times a week, no mom i don’t need your amex black card, yes mom the normal credit card is fine i need to learn how to budget like a Normal Person (it has a limit of $20k — that’s not normal Kabru).

Milsiril insists for a long time that she’ll just get him a house off campus so he can have his own space (aka a place she can drop by anytime and possibly live a few months out of the year just to be close to him) but Kabru puts his foot down and tells her the best way he’s gonna make friends is by living with other students (bye mom).

his floor in the coed dorms is the party floor and he always makes sure to invite everybody (his nightmare is accidentally leaving anyone out and having them think that he doesn’t like them). somehow it’s always a good time, everyone leaves with more friends than they came with, it never gets totally out of control, and plenty of girls who are interested in him (and a lot of guys too tbh) bring tons of baked treats so there’s always free food. Kabru is the RA’s favourite person to have in the building (even though Kabru himself is messy but most of the people he’s friends with are nice and clean up after themselves).

he has a porsche (Milsiril gift for his 16th bday) but he’s adamant about not driving it unless he absolutely has to (because he doesn’t wanna look like a douche). BUT he never says no when his friends ask for rides (so he ends up driving all the time anyway). he actually contemplates selling the porsche and going for a more practical car but Mickbell is like ‘dude you are not taking this away from me.’ Kabru sighs and decides to keep it because his friends (Mickbell) like being chauffeured around in a fancy convertible (Rin, Holm, and Dia don’t care, they’re just glad they don’t have to walk to the grocery store).

he’s probably on a casual texting basis with most of his professors and you know he’s going to all their office hours, grabbing beer with them just to keep chatting about life outside of school. and that’s how he winds up in some super secret faculty group chat where he’s now privy to all the college administration gossip.

Kabru is elected for student council during his freshman year and he’s probably the favourite to be sc president one day.

he doesn’t really date (gets too in his head about how he doesn’t wanna ruin any friendships) but he does hang out one on one with a lot of girls and treats them all really well. he probably goes so far out of his way to be platonic that he flies a little too close to the ‘Just Like One of the Girlies’ sun, he kinda forgets that most people interpret it as flirting coming from him. which leads to a few awkward conversations. people feeling led on, a few angry jealous boyfriends, scathing dms about him being a girl stealing homewrecker.

it’s such a nightmare for him and he needs it to end right now. so he begs Rin to ‘date’ him for a week or two and then publicly dump him just so the entire student body gets the message that he is Just A Friend.

Rin stares at him for a few seconds. then she laughs. she laughs and laughs. she laughs for a crazy long time. and then eventually she goes, ‘wow you’re an asshole, Kabru. no i won’t be your fake girlfriend. you’re gonna suffer and i’m going to enjoy it.’

and that’s when Kabru has a moment of enlightenment. ok yeah. asking for that is probably really selfish and mean. maybe he needs to think about girls’ feelings more and that’s maybe more important than his deep seated need to be liked, and when has Rin ever been wrong about anything.

he apologizes. and so begins one of the more serious talks he’s ever had with Rin about being okay with not being liked.

he thinks he can really turn over a new leaf. the whole ‘not worrying about what other people think’ thing goes pretty well — up until Kabru meets the aloof professor for his Monsters and Myths class who keeps forgetting and mispronouncing his name.

Kabru has never needed someone to like him So Bad, he needs Prof. Touden to like him as a matter of life and death, and he’s willing to look stupid for it (fails a midterm on purpose to justify begging for one on one tutoring)

#wow if you made it to the end of this post here’s some surprise labru #kabru says fuck my gpa i need this white boy to like me #i am plagued by demons (labru professor/student situationship)#dungeon meshi modern au #ok but the Kabru Milsiril dynamic is my new favourite chew toy #especially them in a modern setting #all of the lavish gifts and expensive lifestyle that Milsiril would want Kabru to have #perhaps even as a way of depending on her forever (love to an unhealthy degree)#but Kabru is more interested in people than material things #so perhaps he’s a little out of touch financially (thinks a jug of milk costs $12)#but he’s still very much socially aware #enough to know that he can’t just be another annoying trust fund kid with a dumb car and designer clothes and zero fucks about academics #so his social and academic excellence is probably in large part overcompensation for his privileged upbringing #and even the thought of someone not liking him gives him stomach cramps LOL #kabru my love you will always be famous #kabru of utaya #kabru #wasabi rambles #labru #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon

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virtue-and-beneviolence · 1 year

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This made me think how much hanma and draken have this funny enemies thing going on so imagine ur pissed at shuji or just sick of him not making a move yet? Y’all act like a couple but this mfer never made it official? Like why is his hand always in the back pocket of ur jeans? Why does this mfer offer u the last bite of his donut? No tell me why tf does he hold ur hand in a crowded place?🤨And when u lowkey joke about oh are u in love with me? And he laughs saying “don’t be silly doll” doll? (I’ll end him I swear) so u flirt with draken and yknow how he hates his guts that’s why u do so to piss him off and I think pissed shuji very sexy tbh wow 🤲🏽👍🏽and the thought of losing u to another man? And that man is bald with a braid? Aw hell naH Shawty he confessing so fast🤭😳

No because making draken the sacrificial goat is killing me lmao. Dw we won't do draken dirty here I've got a work-around.

also massive apologies to you vivi i'm sorry you knew abt this for an inordinate amount of time

Official.

it takes idiots (reader and shuji) many months, jealousy and miscommunication, and some prettiness to finally make it official.

cw: fem!reader, reader loses her temper and shuji is super needy so its a lil more subby!shuji smut, cream pie, unprotected sex (don't recommend, be safe out there), ye idk im gonna go pretend this isn't posted now, peace ✌️ ~2.2k

God but hear me out it starts at a toman party. Shuji and you are acting the way you always do. You're literally in his lap lounging in the corner of the couch. He's playing with the hem of your skirt, flipping the end between his fingers and rubbing the skin of your thigh. You're talking to Yuzuha who's occupying the chaise lounge. You haven't seen her in a while, she's been abroad with hakkai on so many modelling gigs lately. And she totally misreads the situation. She's like, so how is it, finally being together?

At first it's silly, though you have a tinge of want at the end of your words when you joke back with, "Well we've actually been married for three years, we just never found the right time to tell you all."

Yuzuha clocks it as a joke, but not as a sore spot for you. Or maybe she's so shocked and that's why she won't let it go that easily. "Hanma what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Undiagnosed ADHD and probabl-"

You give your friend a we're-going-to-talk-about-this-later look as a baffled Yuzuha cuts him off. "Wha- Hanma god damn it I meant-no- you know what I meant."

He offers a half shrug, "What? M'young."

That's when you excuse yourself blankly to get another drink. The insinuation that Shuji was still playing the field left you a bit numb. He wasn't. You knew that he wasn't because you were with him 90% of his waking hours. Hell you'd platonically (as platonically as you and Shuji ever really were) slept in his bed last night and woke up next to him. The bastard slept with his arms around you and snored in your ear half the night and he has the balls to joke like that? His words stung like a betrayal of the highest degree.

In the kitchen you found Draken looking for a pong partner. Perfect, you decide, a distraction with alcohol built in.

He tells you casually between turns he's fresh off (another) a break up with his on again off again girlfriend and you feel a dark part of you light up and a wicked idea is born.

You throw the pong game. To the point where Draken has to give you pointers. Has to get real close and talk lowly in your ear about how we need you to aim for the left one this time okay? His honeyed baritone sends shivers down your spine and you wonder for a second how much better this scenario would be if it were Shuji in your ear. Shuji's hands on your hip, his thumb dipping below the waist band of your skirt.

You huff a little. Nah fuck him. it's time to put your plan into action. You throw with your usual accuracy. You get the point. Out of the corner of your eye you see a certain skunk striped boy half-fixated on your game.

Showtime, you brain screams.

Excitedly you hop in Draken's grasp, throwing your arms around his neck and revel in his pleased laughter. "You're up again," he says as he puts you down and steps back. You stop him by the wrist, tug him back a little.

"Wait can you help me line it up again?" You bat your lashes a bit, playing at being drunker than you both know you are.

"Sure thing." You feel his warmth and relish in it, stalling and pressing into him. It's a miss, but the tiny peck under your ear he plants feels like a win.

The ball splashes in a cup on your side and you opponent, Kazutora smirks. Draken offers to drink it but you refuse. It's cheap beer. It's rough going down. Draken puts his hand between your shoulders and says that for such a pretty little thing you sure can hold your alcohol. The praise, more than the alcohol, warms your cheeks.

It's the last shot and you make it. You excitedly turn around in Draken's grasp and catch his lips in yours. You never intended for it to be a just celebratory peck, but you pull away, blushing a bit and stuttering apologies to make it appear so. Draken drawls out some praise for his pretty girl that won the game and draws you back in by the small of your neck and pulling the plush of your lower lip between his teeth.

You hear Kazutora cat whistle and know, you just know, it's meant to alert his buddy Shuji. Mentally you apologize to Emma but after she's regaled you and the girls with all the filthy details of the nasty make up sex she and Draken have, somehow you think she won't mind this little show, given that's all it was.

You hope she'll also forgive the two heavy punches Shuji lands on her Kennyboy before Kazutora pulls your next friend back and you can get back between the two again. People are staring, hoping for a fight. Some even boo when Emma whisks Draken away by the collar of his shirt and you try to push Shuji away.

"Fuck him," he spits and looks at you, "you too you little shit," he accuses and pulls you away by the wrist.

God, you're a certified sucker for that crazy look in his eyes. It's the first thing you think when Shuji slams the door of a spare bedroom in Pah Chin's house. You can't help it. There's nothing like Hanma Shuji slipping into his aggressive chaos mode on this earth. His irises glow with his emotion. And, wow was it easy to forget that he had you pressed against the door of this room with all his energy and attention fixed on you.

His fingers were knotted in your hair and you vaguely noted his growl asking you what the FUCK you thought you were doing.

"And who are you to ask that? I'm not yours. We're not together Shuji. Never have been. You're young, still right?" You shoot back

"Tch, that's what this is about?"

Maybe he had you caged against the door but liquid courage had you fighting back. You shove his chest. "Yeah. Yeah that's what this is about. What the fuck right do you have to treat me like I'm yours? You drive me everywhere. You hold my hand. You share your bed. You kiss my forehead. You make me breakfast. You know my secrets. You call me yours. But you can't make it official? What the fuck is up with that?"

With every sentence you've pushed Shuji back till he was perched on the corner of the bed.

"How the fuck is that fair, huh? You want me to be yours Shuji? Then tell me you're fucking mine." It's not a request. It's a demand. An ultimatum. A last chance to be honest with you.

He's looking up at you still as a statue, emotion so unreadable it unnerves you. You know how he wears almost any emotion. He rarely surprises you, and yet...

"I'm yours."

Shuji says it quietly at first like there's a lag between his awareness and speech. You're shocked he's caved so quickly and you stutter out an "Excuse me?"

"I'm yours." He repeats, more confidently. "God I'm so fucking yours." He's dragged you by the hips to straddle his lap and his lips are on yours and you swear you can taste the adrenaline on his tongue.

It's every bit as addicting as you guessed to properly make out with Shuji. You don't know how long you've been sat on him attached in this kiss but when you tug him by the hair to catch your breath and hear him groan at the tension you think you've died and gone to heaven. He's mumbling little "all fuckin yours, baby" up and down your neck and you feel his voice reverberating in your throat.

You grind down on the swell of his hardening dick and smirk a bit, lips ghosting his, "all?"

"All."

He's shimmying out of his pants, when you slide off his lap to kneel on the floor. You're met with a sizeable bulge hidden under tight black fabric and you damn near moan just at the sight of his freed dick springing up to tap his abs when you pull the last offending piece of fabric away. "Shuji you're so fucking beautiful." You say as you brush your fingers over his length carefully. His mouth opens in an amused playful smirk but you're on him immediately, stealing his words by licking a stripe from base to the tip that you pop right in your mouth. His jaw hesitates and then goes slack as you look up at him and take as much of him as possible.

You don't know what you expected but he is not quiet. He's mumbling praise and expletives and he exhales the hottest, breathiest moan you've ever had the pleasure to hear, let alone cause, when his tip hits the back of your throat and you swallow around it. You smile around him and want to giggle but you settle on humming around him. You force his fingers in your hair into a fist telling him to set his pace but he pulls you off instead. He's panting a bit and you feel a pang of pride in your chest.

"Need to fuck you. Need your pussy." He's already clamoring to help you up and discard your skirt. You do him the honor of not remembering his words as needy and stuttered as they were just this one time.

You climb over him to straddle his hips and stroke his cock once, twice, before running the tip along your slit. Rather than taking the tip you pivot your hips and pin his dick to his abs and run your soaking lips along his length. The sensation of his hot head nudging your clit brings you to your elbows, moaning in his ears.

Big hands grip your ass and grind you even harder into his dick. And between the warm stimulation and the nails digging into your skin you're already on the fucking edge, but you'll be damned if the first time you fuck Shuji you don't cum around his cock.

Finally after your relentless teasing you lined up his dick and hovered over him bobbing just enough to tease his tip with the velvety walls of your pussy. Shuji can barely whine a "fuck, doll stop teasing me cant take it," before you've sunk down and taken his cock whole and he's groaning and squeezing your ass, pulling you onto himself with bruising strength. You're suddenly laying on him again, collapsed down to your elbows with the power of your orgasm, while your fluttering walls only spur him on.

The weight of years of fantasies of this moment hit him at once and before you can process it, he's bear hugging you and rolling over to take the lead. Fuck, how could he not? After pining after you for so long, imagining getting to finally fuck you and promising himself that he'd make sure you wanted no one else when he was done with you.

It's endearing, you think, how he mutters as much to you over and over as he makes your pussy his as he fucks you through your high and beyond. You giggle and moan and gasp and think this is exactly how you pictured sex with Shuji to be needy, whiny, unexpected, a little rough.

You can read him so well that when his breath hitches just right, you wrap you legs around his waist, ignoring the stuttered warning of his own impending orgasm. Instead you gripped his hair, pulled his face to yours and breathed, "Gonna make me all fucking yours?" over his lips.

Immediately he pulled away from your kiss, unable to coordinate as he lost his composure and filled you, half locked in place by your legs. Muttered curses and filthy nonsense about how you feel around his is all he can get out until he's spent, finally latching his mouth on your shoulder to give an affectionate bite, not unlike bites you'd exchanged as friends a few hours before. You let him lay on you a minute or so to recover before he pulls back and sits up on his knees to look down at you, at his handiwork.

"Holy shit."

"Yeah," you agreed.

"Why haven't we done that before?"

"Hm...something about you being young?" You tease as he eases out of you.

"Yeah yeah, I get it. We already fucked that issue away," he jokes back and combs his fingers through some minor tangles in your hair, "S'not like I meant it anyway, y'know."

You catch his hand and tug it, wanting to be closer, "You're free to prove that to me any time."

In true Shuji form, he gasps in that goofy performatively dumb way he likes to as he brings his face close to yours for a kiss, "You mean I can do this again?"

#i don't have it in me to tag this #hanma shuji #hanma shuji x reader #hanma shuji smut #hanma shuji x you

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foressfaction · 3 months

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:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

Chapter 7

WARNING:: This story contains EXTREMELY triggering topics such as Domestic/Child/Substance abuse, Death, harsh language, GORE and dissociation triggers. This story mentions mental illnesses and disorders such as Depression, PTSD, ADHD, and Tourette's Syndrome. !!TICS MAY BE TRIGGERING!!

Chapter seven

"Let's go out my window, they won't hear us." Lyra opened her room window that led to the roof and crawled out. Toby followed behind, slipping down the roof a little but eventually they were both able to jump off safely landing on the grass below.

The two siblings started to sprint down the sidewalk, slowly merging to the side of the road. Toby would pass Lyra immediately but the two would both slow down to a steady pace. Toby would fall behind shortly. "Where are we even going?!" Toby would yell, running behind his sister, her ponytail blowing behind her as she kept running, in the lead. Toby was getting out of breath but stayed competitive. "To the abandoned school! It's cool! I wanna show you."

The two kept running, shoes echoing off the old cracked sidewalk that has seen better days. The road was dead and it seemed no one was out at the time. The cold weather pinched at their faces, making their noses red and their faces a little pink.

About midway Toby stopped to catch his breath, bending down to hold his knees, huffing. Lyra stopped, no longer hearing him running.

Toby turned to see the woods, getting a very familiar feeling. He stayed huffing, holding his stomach tightly, he saw a figure…tall as the trees just facing him. It was all black, but definitely unnerving. This time though he felt like he was in danger…not that usual friendly feeling he got from the creature.

His eyes were locked on.

"Toby?" The girl called out. Toby snapped from his daze and looked at her. She was about 15 feet away. "You okay?" Lyra yelled out.

Toby nodded and went back to jogging, passing her who started after him.

He looked back a couple of times.

Lyra wondered why he suddenly went quiet

The two made it to the old school, both huffing to catch their breaths, especially Toby. "Wow, they painted it more since the last time I came here." Lyra hummed out, waking further inside. There was a hole just big enough for them to fit through the boarded door. Graffiti lined the walls on every corner. Almost no negative space was left. "Here!" She tossed Toby a can of spray paint. "Huh? Where did you ge-get this?" he asked, shaking it a little.

"It was laying in the corner over there, some dumb-nuts left'em." She shook her own can and tested it out on the walls. "A gift for us then huh?"

Toby laughed a little, joining her to mark up the walls. She wrote words while he painted his lil symbols, and stick people. That figure didn't leave his mind either. He started to spray paint the tall man, getting the proportions as correctly as he could. He was so concentrated that he didn't notice the girl looming behind him in confused awe. "Who is that, Toby?"

Toby turned quickly and sighed a little. "..A…a friend."

She tilted her head, concerned but played along. She was always worried about her brother. The kid was pretty slow and unique but she loved him anyway. That was one of the traits that made him so lovable. "Oh ahah, a friend? Well tell him I like his tie." She referred to the red tie that Toby painted on. The figure was in a suit.

The wind picked up suddenly. The two had been there for a while, and the sun was starting to set.

The brunette and the blonde girl were sitting against the wall playing with an old toy top they found on the ground. Toby was spinning it, trying to beat Lyra's high score of 30 seconds of pure spinning. His highest was 6..

"Hey, go see if you can find any other little things, I bet I can find one faster than you." Lyra always wanted to play a game out of something. She was a very competitive person. Toby got up quickly. "we'll see then!" He called out.

Toby ran down the hall of the old school, leaving the section they were in and entered a whole new one. His shoes echoed down the halls.

Toby really stopped to take a look at all of the halls. They were all painted on and just destroyed. People wrote satanic symbols, numbers. Some were confession letters and secrets.

'I wonder who Doug is.' Toby thought to himself as he stood in front of a giant wall that had 'I really hate Doug' spray painted on it.

Toby finally caught the eye of a pile of boxes and bags. Bingo! "There has to be something in here!" He thought out loud as he ran over and started to dig through. There were a bunch of burned up books and papers. Toby dug deeper and eventually felt metal against his gloved hand. He pulled it out, a lighter?

He flicked it on and the flame bursted up, lighting his eyes and half of the semi-dark room up. "woaahh.."

"HEY!" A man's voice yelled out.

"What are you doing with my stuff you little twat!"

Toby looked behind him quickly and immediately scurried out of the room, taking the lighter with him.

The older boy chased him, grabbing at the boy's arm and successfully pulled Toby back violently.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Toby screamed out, kicking the other male in the shin, slipping away again and running as fast as he could.

He ran into his sister, nearly knocking them down. She huffed out and held him. Toby was practically hugging her. Lyra was in shock but saw the other guy approaching them fast. "Don't hurt my brother you asshole!" She yelled out, baring her teeth angrily.

"Oh, you're a cute one aren't ya~" The older boy cooed out.

Lyra groaned in an annoyed way and sprayed the guy in the face with spray paint. He screamed and grabbed his face, it getting into his eyes. Lyra took her brother's arm and started to run.

Toby had shoved the lighter into his pocket in the process. "Haha bozo!" Toby laughed out, being tugged away once more around the corner.

Despite that encounter, that was the most fun the two have had in a while.

After the two got home and got showers, they stayed up most of the night in Lyra's room, either reading funny stories from a book of jokes, or making a fort out of all of her blankets. It was the weekend so they didn't have to worry about school or work. Toby fell asleep on the floor in the pile of pillows and blankets. That day was really eventful. The tall man even paid him a visit in his sleep.

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#creepypasta #slenderverse #foressfaction #ticci toby #toby rogers #creepypasta rewrite #rewrite #ticcitobyrewrite

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smallpotatoknitwear · 1 month

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The Valentine's Day Gradient Heartigan!

Wow, that's a bit of a mouthful, huh!? As I continue my quest to make sweaters for all of my favorite holidays, I'm so excited to have finished my Valentine's Day cardigan--partly because Valentine's Day is my favorite holiday, and partly cos this sweater came out so frickin' cute!!! Click on the keep reading link below for all the details on how I made it!

Items used:

Red Heart Super Saver in Burgundy (red). I used just under three skeins for all of the squares and joining the sweater.

Caron Colorama Halo in Cranberry Frost. I used less than a full O'Go donut for all of the hearts, so I think you should be able to use a single cake for them if you want to make your own version of this sweater, and I used part of a second donut for the ribbing--so even if you don't get all of your hearts out of one cake, if you have a second to do the ribbing as well you'll be all set!

Even though the Colorama Halo is listed as a bulky yarn, it's really a worsted thickness, so I used a US size I/5.5MM hook for the entire project, including the ribbed border.

I used the pattern for the Little Heart Square by Raffamusa Designs for the squares, and added an extra row of double crochet around the outside (with 2DC, ch2, 2DC in each corner). I used a total of 60 squares for the sweater.

This sweater is, at its core, just a basic granny square cardigan, meaning that I built it by measuring another sweater that I like the fit of (this one, if you're wondering), making a single square, measuring it, and figuring out how many squares I needed for each section of the sweater to get measurements as close as possible to the model sweater. That may sound a little confusing or even daunting, but it's really not as hard as it sounds! Let's break it down a little further, piece by piece.

To start, here are some measurements:

Each heart square is 5x5 inches, and I blocked each one to make sure my measurements would be consistent and that my squares would have nice, even sides.

On my model sweater, the sleeves are 18 inches around and 15 inches long. So, with 5x5 in. squares, I made 4x3 square tubes, so that my sleeves measured a total of 20x15 inches.

On my model sweater, my front panels were 10x20 inches, so I made two 2x4 panels.

On my model sweater, my back panel was 26x20 inches, so I made a 5x4 panel.

I used a total of 60 squares for all of these panels.

To get the gradient, I made all of my hearts in order through a skein of Caron Colorama Halo yarn (technically I was using one of the O'Go donuts they were originally released in, not one of the cakes that yarn is available in now, but there was a good amount leftover, so I think you'd be able to make a sweater approximately the same size with a cake of the yarn, even thought the yardage is different). Once I had added the red border around each square and blocked it, I laid them out on a table starting with the top left corner of the back panel and working in a spiral from that corner, across the back, across the top of the right sleeve, over both front panels, and across the top of the left sleeve before moving down. Then, I used stitch markers and safety pins to attach the corners of the squares together in each panel so that I wouldn't mess up the gradient as I moved them to attach everything.

Once all of my panels were finished using flat slip stitch seams, I seamed the fronts to the back at the shoulders and sides, made the sleeves into tubes, and attached them to the armholes in the "vest" made from the fronts and backs. Then, I used a second skein of the Colorama Halo to add ribbing to the front and bottom, using a 6-stitch SC FLO rib worked directly into the edge of the garment and beginning in the front right corner of the sweater. I was able to make the front and bottom ribbing all one piece by just turning a corner in the last row of the front ribbing (the left bottom corner) and working along the bottom. For the sleeves, I started with the same color red I used to finish the squares and seam them together, and worked a row of double crochet (I decided I wanted the sleeves just a hair longer, for a slightly more dramatic poof), then worked two rows of *SC1, DEC1* before breaking the red yarn and attaching the pink. I did a 12-stitch SC FLO rib around the ends of the sleeves to create the cuffs.

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ghostmaldo · 3 months

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𓇢𓆸 Spiderverse hc: Giving them flowers with GN!Reader 𓇢𓆸

*Shrugs* I think their neat and I have no creativity to make my own spider-sona so I offer this instead 💖

No warnings, Just fluff, Can be read platonically or romantically. Remember, friends can give each other flowers and its not gay to kiss your homies goodnight.

End report

Ask Box open 💙

Playlist I listened to while writing this: https://youtu.be/LWqT5xWzQ2k?si=_mFj6LztUIBaZWOr

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~Maldo

🕸️ Miles Morales 🕸️ (In a universe where he joins the spider-society)

~It’s been a busy day combating the anomalies sprouting through the multitude of universe. And with the spot still heavily on the lose and hiding within those thousands of universe… Let’s just say its been a hard day for a young man named Miles Morales

~His in the lunch room scouring for something to snack on before Miguel sends him on another goose chase or finally decides to send him home for a few days. Miles becomes a bit startled when he feels a soft pat on his shoulder. Too distracted in his own mind to have realized someone was approaching him.

~Oh, (Y/N)! Hey, sorry I didn’t see you there.” He chats with them for a little while before realizing they’ve got a hand hidden behind their back. Though he can clearly see the red and black roses peeking from behind their back. “Whatcha got there?”

~(Y/N) smiles, claiming they found these roses during one of their patrols and decided they were just right for him. They’d noticed Miggy (A nickname they call him just to get on his nerves) working him especially hard these last few days and wanted to give him a pick me up.

~Placing the roses in his hand, Miles is speechless. His never really received a full bouquet of his own aside from his family members. He stares at the petals for a long while. He can smell the black spray paint on some of the petals and it makes that much more special to him that (Y/N) put in the small detail to match his suit. This be far puts the pep back in his step.

~”Wow! Thank you (Y/N)! It’s great! I’ll make sure these don’t get ruined.”

~He gently places them in his locker until Miguel does send him home. And one he does arrive home, he has his mom help to put them in a special flower vase on the kitchen counter.

Mrs: Morales: “These are pretty Miles! Que lindo’s! Who gave them to you?”

Miles: A friend *smiles*

🕸️ Gwen Stacy 🕸️

~(Y/N) and Gwen arrange to have a friendly outing on a particular warm day. She texts them shes at the shop they decided to meet. After a few minutes of them going without a response back, she starts to look for them. Quickly spotting the back of their shirt/jacket/cloak/etc. they normally decide to wear. They seemed hunched over a bit, focused on something out of her sight.

~”Hey you, I sent you a message- What are you doing?” (Y/N) makes an attempt to cover up what they have like a child caught with something they aren’t suppose to have. Even so, Gwen easily spots the blue and pink hues covering the tips of their fingers. She lets out a soft chuckle with a raised brow. “Busy?”

~Unable to hide it any longer, (Y/N) reveals the white rose with messily done spots of blue and pink through the petals they wanted to give to Gwen as a surprise. “For me?” She takes the flower gingerly into her hands and admires the work. Being as friends are hard to come by for her, she can’t help but instantly swing her arm around (Y/N) shoulder and bring them in for a half hug. “You too much you know that? But I like it! Are there mooore flowers? Come on! I wanna make you one too! Got any more markers?”

~She sticks the flower in her hair to keep it safe from being damage. Then takes the next few minutes to make an equally as messy flower made of (Y/N) favorite colors. “There! Now we match!”

~After the outing, Gwen places the flower in a cup of water. Even after the petals have long dried she keeps them in a special box she opens from time to time. She really cherishes the object and the petals still carry a sweet scent.

Hobie Brown:

~On a random Tuesday afternoon when (Y/N) is hanging out with Hobie at his place (Where ever that might be). Perhaps (Y/N) ran out to replenish snacks before some friends came over for movie night. One the way back, they saw the yellow roses of sitting in the garden of a government building and well… the rest is history.

~Upon returning, Hobie hears the door opening. He sits up from his place on the couch and goes to meet them.

~“Took you long enough, I was about to go and look for you myself- What’s that?”

~When (Y/N) explains the roses and where they got them from a wide prideful grins appears on his face. “So you jumped the fence and ripped them right out of the ground. Thorns and all? Good on ya! I knew you were a rebel on the inside.” Brings them in for that friends side hug and a ruffles their hair.

~Hangs them upside down somewhere in his place. (I don’t know to me that just seems like something he’d do) And keeps them for as long as they’ll stay intact.

~When he sees them hanging, a fond smile aways appears on his face.

Pavitr Prabhakar: (Thses flowers are more in symbolizem to innocence and a purity)

~Pavitr and (Y/N) are out on patrol together in some form of dimension, keeping an eye out on for anomalies… but anytime with Pavitr is a time spent with much laughter.

~They’ll be on opposite sides of of the city but clogging up the com lines with jokes, banter, and some genuine talk about life. Pavitr is actually in the middle of explaining something and patiently waits for (Y/n) to respond back to him. However, when the silence become a bit to long, he parks himself on a building. “Hello? (Y/N)? Are you alright?”

~He breaths a deep sigh of relief when (Y/N) voice finally comes through. “You were starting to scare me! Don’t do that!” (Y/N) might have to spend a few extra minutes coming up with an explanation as to not ruin the surprise they have. Though he may question why they suddenly want to meet up with him. His mind immediately making assumption that they might be hurt and need help.

~And yet again his relieved to see they are unharmed. (Y/N) instantly present the basket of white flowers to him. The flowers are practically glowing under the moon.

~”For me? Oh my goodness! (Y/N) you should have! But thank you! Wow! These are so elegant! Let’s run to my house so I can put them away properly. Shhh! Don’t tell Miguel!

~He places the flower on the window seal in his kitchen as he feels it really brings the room to life and he can gaze upon him every morning when he has chai with his family Whaaat i had to sneak it in it was my favorite part of the movie-

🕸️Miguel O’Hara 🕸️ (I love this grumpy cat-)

~It’s been several days since Miguel had gotten a decent nights sleep. The screen’s were greatly starting to burn his eyes to the point they were watering if he gazed upon them too long. Begrudgingly, he was forced to walk away less his eyes balls literally felt out of his skull.

~He sluggishly made his way to the cafeteria to refresh himself with a warm cup of coffee and some warm food to settle his belly. Hoping it would help him feel better. Though, it seems it only takes one particular person, about the only person he can tolerate in the later hours perks his mood entierly.

~He welcomes them to sit and chat for a moment before he has to return to his work, as much as he dosen’t want to.

~Before he does go, (Y/N) presents the arrangements of marigold flowers to him. The petals are a bright orange and blooming beautifully. At first, Miguels at a loss of words. His nimble fingers reach out to take the arrangement and bringing it closer to him. The sweet natural scent of the flowers hitting his sense like a truck… His never received flowers like this before…

~Then, the ghost of a small smile up lifts the corners of his mouth. Suddenly the dark circles under his eyes don’t seem so deep. “T-Thank you, Este es un regalo maravilloso (This is a wonderful gift).”

~Bidding them farewell, Miguel carries the flowers back to his working area. Before doing anything, he finds a place for the flowers to safely reside in, but in a place he can still see them from time to time.

~And its just like that his screens don’t seem to be such an eye sore anymore.

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hometoursandotherstuff · 1 year

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Wow, found this bargain condo in beautiful Myrtle Beach, S. Carolina. It has 2bd. 2ba. built in 2007, priced at only $174,900, and if you love blue, it’s got you.

Check this out.

I’m not a big fan of blue, but I love this. You can tell that they painted over the outdated oak cabinetry. Like the blue counters, too.

For a galley kitchen, it’s got a lot going for it. I like the 2 different backsplashes, too.

I wonder if they would leave the color coordinated books and that dividing shelf.

The dining areas and living room are open, but separated by the corner layout.

It doesn’t have a fireplace, but they put up a cool modern wall model (Just be careful w/them- I bought one w/9 different flame colors, it worked for 5 min., made a pop, and now I have stupid stationary flames- they refunded my money, though).

The main bd. is pretty big. I like the unusual shape of the room.

The bath is pretty big, too. Cool shower.

The secondary bd. and bath are also pretty nice.

The 3rd bd. is currently being used as a craft room/catch-all.

Laundry room/storage. Nice.

And, there’s even a pool. Definite bonus. This place would be easy to decorate- just buy blue stuff. I really like it.

https://www.remax.com/sc/myrtle-beach/home-details/200-portsmith-dr-unit-8-myrtle-beach-sc-29588/11419468056740482719

#condo bargain myrtle beach #blue decor #modern architecture #houses #house tours #home tour

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dulcesiabits · 1 year

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the beautiful and the damned.

summary: serpent tells the chief a story about a bluebird (f!chief x serpent).

notes: 1.1k words, fic, relationship study, brief description of animal death

Serpent sneaks in like her namesake, silent, gliding across the floor of the office and behind the chief until her arms are coiled around her neck, scales scraping pleasantly against her pulse point.

“There’s a story that’s popular in Eastside recently, chief. Have you heard about it?” Serpent purrs, voice low against the chief’s ear.

“What story?”

“It’s a story about a blue bird.”

“You’re talking about the bluebird of happiness, right?” the chief asks.

“So you have heard of it.”

“Vaguely,” the chief responds. Never once does she look up from the papers in her hands, sorting through countless official documents, though Serpent nestles closer to her, arms tightening around her neck.

“Let me tell you about it, then. An old woman asks two children, a brother and sister, to find a bluebird in their dreams. If they do, she’ll grant them a wish. The two children search and search, through forests and mountains and fields, but they can’t find it anywhere. Then, when they wake up, they find the bluebird by their bedside. When the brother tries to feed it, the bird flies away.”

“Is that the end of the story?”

“There are several different versions, but that’s the one that’s most popular in Eastside right now,” Serpent says. “What do you think about it?”

“It’s sad. The children find the bird they’re looking for, but it leaves them.”

“The children should have locked the bluebird in a cage. That way it wouldn’t have left them, don’t you think?” Serpent says lightly. “If you don’t want to lose something, you have to keep it by your side.”

“But don’t you think the bird would have been sad to have been trapped?” the chief responds. At this point, she’s had to read the same sentence several times, her eyes glancing off the paper uselessly.

“Then they could have eaten the bird. Swallowed it whole, so happiness would have stayed with them forever.” At this point, Serpent’s hold has tightened to the point of redistricting her breath, just shy of pain. “Why let it fly away so easily?”

“Because… the bird…”

“The bird would have been happy to be taken care of. To have been needed, to have been loved enough to be eaten.”

“Serpent–” And with that, the grip around the chief’s neck is loosened, and Serpent hops away and onto her desk, swinging her legs. The chief eyes the crumpled documents trapped under Serpent’s legs, but bites her tongue. “What are the other endings of the story?”

“I don’t remember,” she says blithely.

“Okay. Well, don’t you think the children might have been happy in the search for the bluebird? Even if it flies away, they can still find it again, don’t you think?”

“But searching again and again for something that’s only going to run away– isn’t that terrible?”

“They have each other,” the chief says firmly. “So they’re not alone in their search, are they? And the search itself is what brings happiness, as well.”

Serpent claps her hands. “Wow, chief. Have you considered becoming a writer? I could help you find a gig in Eastside.”

“I’ll consider it if they ever fire me from the MBCC. Or we could be a performing duo, too.”

“Serpent and Chief. It’s bound to be a headliner.”

“Sure. You’d have to teach me what to do, though,” the chief says dryly.

Serpent kicks her feet onto the chief’s lap, heels digging into her thigh. “The life of a performer isn’t easy. I won’t go easy on you.”

“I’ll do my best to keep up.”

They lapse into silence at this point, the chief signing and revising any documents on her desk as fast as she can. There’s always new funding to allocate, and permission for various Sinner activities to approve, and projects to check the progress of. Serpent, for her part, seems content to hum old, peppy tunes every now and then, straightening the growing stacks of paper into neat piles.

“You give Serpent too much leeway, chief,” Nightingale scolded her once. “I know you try to be kind to all of the Sinners, but she’s S-class for a reason. Don’t forget the stunt she pulled with ambrosia, and how she endangered all of Discity with her actions. Don’t pity her so much.”

At the time, the words stuck in her throat. She couldn’t tell Nightingale that it wasn’t pity, not quite. Every Sinner comes in with a similar tale of rejection and tragedy, alienated by those who fear their power or want to treat them like tools. Serpent is no different. The chief is sympathetic, of course, but Serpent isn’t just a helpless victim to be looked down on. With her, it’s…

The chief must have been staring for too long, because Serpent catches her gaze with her slit pupils and smiles. The chief ducks her head, ears burning.

She’s beautiful. God, she’s so beautiful it hurts to watch. The way she laughs, the way she defies gravity with every step and leap. The dip in her voice when she gets serious, the shine of her hair, the way she curls into herself in cold weather, lethargy making her slow and soft.

Her beauty is a poison, and Serpent knows it. Knows that the chief is weak, that she can get away with more than she should. Sneaking into her office like this. Arms snaked around her neck. She might have shackled Serpent, but there’s a red string wrapped around her own neck, too.

“I’ll help you find happiness, real happiness,” she promised Serpent once.

Like the two children in the fairytale, stumbling blindly after the promise of a bird that can never really be theirs. Serpent would swallow the bird. Porous bones crunching, feathers tickling her throat, beak snapping. Blood staining her fangs like a kiss. The chief would kiss the bird on its head, letting it fly free into the distance, ready to chase after it again, as many times as it took.

Which one was the better option?

When the last document is signed and sorted, Serpent jumps down, balancing a stack of papers with one hand. “Let me help you move these.”

“Don’t drop them.”

She laughs. “Who do you think I am?”

Serpent glances at her once, gaze boring into hers, an indecipherable look, before bounding out the door. Ah. So this is what a prey animal feels like when a predator gazes at it.

Perhaps, then, the bluebird flies away from the children and into the mouth of a snake. Out of love, out of fear, out of the instinctive urge to submit itself to a predator. There’s happiness to be found in the snake’s hunger and devotion, isn’t there? That’s what the bluebird thinks as the snake’s mouth snaps closed.

#liya writes #path to nowhere #serpent #serpent ptn #ptn #serpent path to nowhere #serpent x chief #chief x serpent #IF YOU KNOW WHAT GAME IM REFERENCING THIS BLUEBIRD STORY FROM UR A REAL ONE!!!#anyways what if two women were in love but one of them has a twisted view of happiness and tells the other a convoluted bluebird story #and its a metaphor for happiness and desire and

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ocoloc · 4 months

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Second Citadel characters (olala angelo an ale) as child roles in dysfunctional families (yes ik only Olala is a child)

Olala- The Scapegoat

The scapegoat is the child who acts out, and starts to get blamed for the families problems because they are frustrated with their situation.

She lies about seeing Galahad in the wayward east because she is frustrated that the family (mostly Caroline) is ignoring her wish to find a permanent home. All she wanted when we first met her was to be reunited with her sisters, but she’s instead been dragged on a 6 YEAR adventure, and yet is no closer to finding a home.

Ale- the lost child

The lost child gets the job done, follows the rules, flies low under the radar but ends up becoming very isolated and lonely.

Ale does exactly this- he does his job on missions (albeit with a bit of sass and complaining) , trains by himself and he is an extreme asset to the fam. However all of them don’t recognise the grief he has been feeling for loosing his loved ones in Milltown until 6 YEARS INTO THE QUEST. The grief and determination he feels also prevents him from being in a relationship with Angelo. Of course he is isolated.

Angelo- the mascot

He’s well liked and outgoing, humorous, but deep down he has extremely low self esteme- in the perils of pelinor we see how the world (or just the knights) view him as a traitor/villain. His entire worldview which centered around the goodness of the knights was completely shattered- and now he hates that he was ever a part of them. He covers up his sadness and self esteem issues with Humor.

Anyways I love Kaberts choice to do such a long time skip- though I wish there was time for some flashbacks and characters like talryn went through bigger changes. I honestly prefer the adventuring gang from SC to the Aurinkos (wow so controversial). I love how dysfunctional they are, and goes to show that maby starting a family with the main purpose is to kill a guy is probably not the best idea.

#second citadel #the second citadel #the penumbra podcast #tpp #i could think of one for caroline or quanyii #the next ep is called the indomitable duelist and ISTG IF IT ISNT ABOUT MY MAN ALE #also i have a sneaky feeling there is another reason as to why ale doesn’t want to be with angelo

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helenofsimblr · 8 months

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Elita: There is a knock on the door, a bit of a frantic one. At Franny and Sarah's shared apartment

Sarah was doing dishes and tidying the kitchen when the knock came and she jumped practically out of her skin wondering if Guy was about to crash into the apartment again, she moved to answer the door.

Sarah: H-hello?

The Door flung open and Kira walked in tapping her phone.

****

Kira squints at her a moment and then remembers as she marches into the apartment.

Kira: Ah, Sarah Sanders it's you! Wow, this is a nice place you live in now. Is Francine home?

Sarah: Y-yeah. I t-think so. Y-you are K-Kira ri-right? H-high sc-school?

Kira: Yeah.

She tries to shout for Francine, but it sounds so meek.

Sarah: Th-there's s-someone h-here. It’s K-Kira.

****

Franny turns round and stands from her computer, she has put on a bit of weight. Kira stops herself commenting though but there is a look of surprise on her face.

Francine: Kira, thought you were too busy with the club and things. First time I've seen you in a while.

Kira: Yeah, I'm sorry Franny, I know that I've not been very present... But honey, I need your help. Both me and Kane need your help so badly.

Sarah goes back to her dishes, but is still quietly listening.

#ts4 #ts4 story #sims 4 #sims 4 story #ksu #tales from the district #Season Two #crossover #tac #collab #sparkiekong #Sarah #Francine #Kira

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necronatural · 11 months

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oh it goin DOWN on twitter

sorry for mobhundred discourse and also making this a little about me. #testimonials.

I've been staying out of it because of overlapping circles & callout posts being incendiary but I always disliked SC in a "this person is unlikable" way, didn't do anything but be self-righteous and overly sensitive. like

I'd DM my friend shit she says with her name cropped out to go "LOL", making sure not to name her because no one should be put on blast for being annoying. But "that includes telling someone to explode" is objectively funny as fuck

overall I interpreted all the sketchy stuff in the fic as like general incompetence? And stopped reading. Seeing the shit she did/wrote like the week after I cooled off from MP100 feels like an atom bomb going off behind my head like she HUH?>????

I don't actually think "neutral on proship discourse" should be a warning sign, it's well-known that discourse is meaningless namecalling. It can be necessary to state your allegiances in specifically MP100 fandom because it attracts like a SHOCKING amount of people really weird about 13-year-olds, though. Disproportionate to any other fandom I've ever been. Something in the goddamn water in that fandom stg its EVIL out there.

Anyway I think an obsessive fixation on pedophilia was the actual warning sign. The fic is constantly full of these whiplash interjects like a fixative "wow, sure hope no one thinks I'm a creep, kind of creepy lol" circling. This kind of uncharacteristic fixation is what She Doth Protest Too Much really looks like.

I don't have much in the way in personal stories because I just gave them space. Uhhh I ended up in a discord server where she was friends with just about every frequent poster and popular artist in there. I found her behaviour to be kind of argumentative, but never escalating. So I was like okay, I was being uncharitable, it's just that she's sensitive. Just because I don't like her doesn't mean I gotta be rude. She unblocked me (I was blocked for saying proship electric chair as a joke) and I so I tried to be supportive and sociable by getting into her fic for a while. And now people are posting the most singularly insane quotes I've ever seen from right after where I dropped off. Holy mary mother of god.

And ok. Not to be presumptuous. but her friend SpCh is a notorious flying monkey to the point when I made a thread about how people in the west don't really bother researching other cultures and basic aspects of other countries, assuming they know everything, and SpCh misinterpreted the entire thread so badly I can only assume she was defending SC's honour based on 1 tweet. GIRL I WAS TALKING ABOUT SCUM VILLAIN FANFIC. IF A HIT DOG HOLLERS?

#DISCOURSE WARNING #not using full names iykyk

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rumandsprite · 3 months

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I've binged this beautiful mess for several days and, by god, does it deliver! !!!SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Let me try going chronologically:

Zack!Cloud is absolutely adorable and shows very good acting because you can hear the difference from Zack's dialogue from Cloud's reaction when learning it's Nibelheim where they are heading to.

Definitely see those SephirothxZack fics going on rise after unsettlingly sweet expressions on Sephiroth during Nibelheim. Also those subtle changes on his face in that iconic town in flames scene, just wow.

Rufus's parade was one of the highlights, but some new guy Glenn shenaningans were there like "hello, if you'd like to know more about this subplot please consider buying some spinoff mobile game you've never heard of", because even in the end all I got from this was - Glenn is a) some dude in Wutai working for a man we never saw and who might not even exist, b) has some bitter history with Rufus and c) also is a Sephiroth clone.

Speaking of Rufus, eng voice actor is on point. He is the english equivalent of japanese voice actor who unfortunately seems to have been affected by illness. I'm very sad about that. But good job, eng va and his casting director!

While I'm on this topic, Reno's orignal va loss also saddens me. New jp va is a bit too nasal for me, and there's no Quinton Flynn to soften the blow.

Morikawa Toshiyuki is perfect as always in his rendition of Sephiroth. His gentle speech to Jenova in Nibelheim reactor is just... You just have to hear it.

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Ahem. So, Rufus' offer in Junon really surprised me.

Moving on to Costa Del Sol, was nice to see the reason why Hojo appeared there of all places and, oh dear, they made him so creepy it's astounding. The way he so offhandedly and casually offered those girls to "birth a hero" is something else.

I'll skip Corel immediately to Golden Saucer. It's everything I wanted. It's everything I didn't know I wanted. The entrance introduction is Honey Bee all over again but even more cringe. There are no words for this level of cringe. I felt vindicated for the loss of that Honey Bee's bathtub scene in the Remake, that's how cringe it is. I'm sorry, I can't stop staring at Dio's chest.

Now, Cait Sith deserves its own paragraph. It's the best, the cutest, the coolest Cait Sith ever. This "Aeris-ha~n", awww. Animation and design is top-notch, from Cait's small dance to the ears to the moogle's belly jiggle. Reeve has to be some kind of animatronics genius. Also in eng version it has scottish accent. Know why? Because of this

Also, Ghost Hotel's front desk employee is hilarious. He seems to genuinely love his job, goddamn it.

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Poor Rude having to work with Elena, lol. Nice sea-salt ice cream, by the way.

Some sidequests are my type of morbid humour. Check out this:

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New Gi lore was interesting. Finally I learned how Black Materia was made. Also made interesting possible insight into Sephiroth, with being unable to join lifestream and all.

Vincent va is so good and in jp version I sometimes can hear Rufus's va past timbre. Also, that drip is sick.

Loveless scene was astounding. I'm talking about animation quality here. Dance moves look so smooth and natural, especially cloth mechanics, just look at Jessie's skirt! I have no idea how many hours they put into these.

New Nibelheim also makes more sense than in original. No more "wdym, nothing happened here". Also, Cloud remembered Zack but his mind makes up some things.

It's nice to see Cloud's gradual descent into madness, especially with Roche becoming that. (Why SC tattoo though. I know it's probably Sephiroth Cells, but I just can't unsee SephirothxCloud, lmao). Cloud chasing Aerith for black materia sent chills down my spine.

As did Sephiroth's hysterical laugh when his sword broke but Aerith still died. Yeah, sorry, dude. This is fixed.

Those AU scenes and some unchanging points are interesting to explore for fics though.

#ff7 rebirth #ff7 rebirth spoilers #long post

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lightaflme · 2 years

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— ☆ neulshua being svt’s soulmates (youtube compilation)

˖࣪ ∗‪‪ ˖ going seventeen: insomnia zero

haneul is “sleeping”

joshua starts talking first

js: you guys know how haneul is usually avoiding affection on camera??

sc: especially with me he’s always grossed out and tries to get away from me when i hug him 🙄

js: well he’s always hugging me and he gets sulky when i leave him

the members go :O and haneul rolls onto his side and smiles

dk, to hn: U HAVE FAVORITES!!!!! even though dk is one of haneul’s favs hehe

sc: I AM BETRAYED??

js: one time i tried to get up and grab a snack, but haneul just pulled me back and hugged me even tighter lololol

sk: you two are GROSS you’re like a married couple 🙄

js: shhhhh anyways 🤭 he literally acts cute to me and doesn’t talk to me if i ignore him, he’s like a kid

the members: HE LITERALLY NEVER DOES THAT??

then the timer goes off

hn: all of it is true. *does a handshake with joshua*

then haneul proceeds to make fun of and roast the shit out of joshua. shua was Not happy

js: i let the members and fans know that you also have a cute side and this is the treatment i get back 🙄 we are breaking up 🙄🙄

hn: wow okay 🙄 it’s my way of showing love 🙄

wz: you two were together?? 😭

˖࣪ ∗‪‪ ˖ going seventeen: best friends

joshua’s character was like a cool kid

and then haneul’s character was kinda like an athlete/jock

sk: woahhh sebong high’s best athlete going up against sebong high’s future rapper!

hn: you’re gonna get absolutely destroyed, hong!

js: think you’re talking about yourself, kang!

members: WOOO THE TENSIONNN

seokmin starts doing that hiphop thing he was doing in the best friends goses 😭

it was a close game though. like a point off but joshua won

always targeting each other in the dongaseu game 😭

haneul is always mocking shua and sticking his tongue out at him like a kid LMAO

hs: HAHA look at haneul hyung!!

hn, to js: >:P

but then they ended up sitting next to each other after joshua betrays seokmin 😔

*who do you want to sit next to?*

hn: hm. the hong jisoo kid.

js: i like the kang haneul guy, cool vibe

˖࣪ ∗‪‪ ˖ neulshua on running man (svt pls go on running man more i had to make this up)

went on running man together during fear era

doing introductions together obviously!

mcs: they’re both so handsome! the song is so good!

mcs: is there anything else you would like to show us?

js: haneul is actually very good at sexy dances, i say he does the choreography the best out of all of us

everyone gasps!! like “woooahhh!!“ and of course everyone is curious because haneul is a very charming man indeed!

hn: i’m mostly in charge of sexiness 🤭 *running man cast is excited for haneul’s sexiness!*

haneul goes to the front and immedietly gets into the mood once the music starts playing

you can see joshua smiling in the corner 😭

and of course. being haneul, and just like every sexy dance, he does the typical body rolling + pushing his hair back LMFAOOOO and you can hear joshua laughing in the background

the captions, repeated scenes, and sound effects make it so funny too 😭

then he goes up to joshua and even joshua joins in and everyone starts screaming HAHA

two very handsome men doing a sexy dance together and they are INTO IT.

they even went viral the day it aired because of it. literally two pretty best friends

and the fact that it was during fear era, a darkteen era, didn’t help

˖࣪ ∗‪‪ ˖ “that one neulshua live” (this one is a bit longer but i made this one up :P)

haneul went live during hot era and this live has gone down in svt vlive history

basically to set the mood here 😁 haneul and joshua were bored in haneul’s room so haneul was just like “wanna go on vlive” and shua was like “sure” so here they are! barefaced and looking a little bit too good… promoting hot just by their looks bc they are HOT 😩

js: “hello carats!”

and ofc comments were going absolutely insane and losing their minds

“oh my god i want both of them” “MY BOYFRIENDS” “NEULSHUA LIVE I AM ASCENDING”

finding funny comments and laughing, asking carats how they are and how they like the album, etc

until

joshua starts reading the comments and carats notice haneul staring at him a bit too intensely andhesslightlysmirking 😳 HE’S LIKE “damn… shua”

and of course carats notice

“haneul is just like me i would be staring at shua like that too” “oh my god KANG HANEUL JUST TELL HIM HES HOT”

and shua notices and looks back at him

haneul is stronger than me if barefaced black mullet hot era shua looked at me i would’ve died

they meet eyes and haneul being the flirt he is when he’s with shua, he obviously winks 🙄

and joshua gets flustered and goes back to reading comments LMFAOOO AND NOW HANEUL’S CACKLING FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES

hn: *winks*

js, flustered: “anyways…”

hn: “DID YOU JUST START BLUSHING”

js, now with a hand over his face: “NO….”

hn, smug: “it’s just my charms 🤷‍♂️”

that was just one example of neulshua’s flirting throughout this whole vlive 🙄 haneul’s pickup lines, calling each other pet names, etc.

one word. tension

one funny part that became an iconic neulshua moment was when they read a specific comment and just start laughing super hard for no reason

js: “a comment just asked if we were dating”

hn & js, in unison: “no!”

then they just start absolutely CACKLING. FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT AGAIN.

the amount of edits that were made bc of this vlive…

they aren’t beating the dispatch allegations. they’re fighting them. they are teasing them.

masterlist

a/n neulshua bestest boys 😔

#kpop added member #kpop addition #kpop male oc #kpop oc #seventeen 14th member #seventeen added member #seventeen addition #kpop male addition #seventeen extra member #kpop extra member #youtube :: haneul

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angryonabus · 24 days

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Hi! I saw your post about your current WIP's and I'm really curious about the SC not a family movie one. Thank you!

'not a family movie' is a schitt's creek AU that involves a married Patrick & Rachel picking up David Rose in a bar! It keeps stalling on me—partly, I suspect, because I can't decide whether or not it's a depressing story—but I do like the opening.

not a family movie:

It takes about forty-five minutes for the cute redhead with the nervous boyfriend to come over to David’s table.

“Hi.” She slides a drink across the table: whiskey, neat. “I was wondering if—

“Yeah, no.” David shakes his head. “Sorry, not interested.”

“No?” She raises a delicate eyebrow. “You don’t even know what—“

“You were about to ask me if I wanted to have a threesome with you and your boyfriend.” He shrugs. “I figured I’d spare us the time it would have taken you to work up the nerve.”

“...wow,” she says. “That’s impressive.”

It isn’t, really. “You’ve been eyefucking me all night,” he tells her. “Plus, your boyfriend has zero poker face.”

Under different circumstances, that would be a definite plus. There’s nothing David likes better than seeing someone stripped of all of their defenses and reduced to aching, trembling pleasure. Even in the shitty bar lighting, David can tell that the boyfriend would blush beautifully. If things were different—

“Accurate on both counts,” the woman agrees, disrupting David’s increasingly lurid imaginings. She takes a sip of beer from one of the bottles she’s holding. “Although to be fair, you were looking back.”

She’s not wrong. David has been looking at them, his interest caught by their easy physicality and held by the lingering glances they’ve been sending his way. It’s nice to feel wanted, and maybe even nicer to feel wanted by people who so clearly already have a satisfying relationship. These two don’t need David, after all, which means that he can’t let them down. He’s just something extra, something nice for them to share together.

But David’s played this game before, and he knows how it ends. He shakes his head.

“Sorry, yeah,” he says. “I’m just not really up for helping you two play out your cuckolding fetish tonight.” He takes the glass and sips it. “Thanks for the drink, though.”

“Uh, sorry, what?” The woman looks honestly baffled, which would be a lot more believable if she weren��t trying to proposition him for a threesome in the first place.

“Cuckolding.” David sighs. “You know, where I fuck you while he watches and gets off on being jealous.”

“Rachel, oh my god, what are you doing?” And right on cue, it’s the boyfriend, back from the bathroom and looking horrified. “You said—”

“Shh, it’s fine.” She slides an arm around his shoulder and tugs him forward, shoving the second bottle of beer into his hands. “Honey, this is—” She wrinkles her nose adorably. “Shit, did I even get your name?”

“David Rose.”

“Honey, this is David Rose,” she says. “I was just about to ask him if he wanted to fuck you.”

“...okay,” David says. He sips the whiskey. It’s good, he notes absently: not top-shelf stuff, but respectable. Interesting.

“Rachel, come on, let’s just—”

“No, please.” David tilts his head towards the bench opposite him, inviting them to join him on a more deliberate basis. “Let’s try this again.” He raises an eyebrow, watches the boyfriend flush and avoid his gaze. “I think I may have missed a few key points.”

“Oh, David Rose.” The redhead prods her boyfriend into the booth, following after him. “You have no idea.”

#my fic #writing meme #schitt's creek

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redsthebeststick · 11 months

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Yellow's birthday!

Yellow woke up and stretched. 16. Wow. 16 years with these amazing people. He smiled and went downstairs. It was quiet and the lights were off. They must all still be asleep. Yellow sat down at the kitchen table. Alan didn't seem to be awake either, as Yellow didn't see the cursor anywhere. He couldn't believe it. How had that much time passed? Just as he had made himself some coffee, the lights started to flicker, and Yellow stood up in shock. He turned around, but he didn't see anyone. After a couple of minutes the flickering, it all stopped. Suddenly, someone jumped up from behind the sofa. Or rather, some people.

"SURPRISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Shouted the others, all of them going to hug Yellow.

Yellow laughed and hugged them all back. Reuben grunted happily, and Yellow crouched down to pat him. "Haha, hello Reuben!" Yellow said, looking down at the happy little pig.

" I think he's saying happy birthday too!" Said Red, smiling as Yellow hugged them all individually.

"Hey! Present time!" Said SC, his emerald eyes glinting as he snapped his fingers and an invisible veil fell to the floor, revealing a mountain of presents stacked perfectly in the middle of the room.

"No way...you guys didn't have to-"

"Yes we did! You deserve it Yellow!" Said Blue, taking the opportunity to hug him again. Yellow hugged back and smiled.

"Thanks Blue...uhrm, which one do I open first?" Yellow said laughing.

"How about we play a game with it? Like a kind of pin the tail on the donkey thing but you have to grab a present for Yellow?" Suggested Green, looking at the others with a grin.

"That...is the most amazing idea I have heard in a LONG time!!!!" said Red, laughing and running upstairs.

"What is she-" started Yellow, before being cut off by Red screaming:

"GUYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS WHERE'S THE BIG PRESENTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!?!?!?!?!?"

"IN THE SPARE ROOM DUMBASS!!!" Green shouted back.

After a couple of minutes, they all heard a loud thud from upstairs.

"Uhmmmm...." Blue said, going out into the hall and looking up the stairs. He saw Red with a giant wrapped present in her arms.

"What the fuck are you doing!? We were gonna bring that down later?" Blue whispered, running up the stairs to help Red.

"You said when he got up we bring it down, so that's what I'm doing!" She whispered back, walking down the stairs with the present in hers and Blue's hands. They carried it into the living room, and Yellow gasped.

"Guys what the hell did you-" Yellow said, before Blue smushed some cake in his face.

"Just watch and have fun!" said Blue laughing as Yellow took a piece of cake off his face and ate it.

"Nice cake!" Said Yellow, throwing some cake at them all.

"Seriously though, I really want to take down this mountain of presents, so can we please get started!?" Said Green pulling out a blue scarf from her shorts.

"You've been waiting your whole life for this moment haven't you?" TSC said, looking at Green and bursting with laughter.

They all came over to the mountain of presents and Green went first being blindfolded. She felt her way over to the pile, and picked out a random one from the middle. She took the blindfold off and looked at the present label. The writing on the label was in neat, cursive handwriting. It read: 'Happy Birthday Yellow! Have an amazing day! From: SC'

"This one's from SC!" Said Green, handing the large box over to Yellow. Yellow smiled at SC and opened it. Inside the box was a load of empty potion bottles, basically a lot of glass objects that were very expensive and very fragile.

"I know you've been wanting some new...whatever you call 'em so I thought it would be a good gift idea!" said SC.

"Haha, thank you SC, I really appreciate it." Yellow said, smiling gratefully at him. Suddenly, they heard a knock at the door.

"I'll get it." Red said, getting up off the sofa and walking to the front door. When she opened it, she saw Purple and Mango, presents in their hands.

"Purple, Mango! How are you?" Red said going to hug both of them.

"We're great thanks! Of course we couldn't miss out on Yellow's Bday!" said Purple, smiling as Red pulled away.

"Come in! We've barely started opening presents!" said Red gesturing for them to come in. They walked in and came into the kitchen.

"Purple!" Shouted Green, running to Purple and flinging her arms around him.

"Green!" Said Purple, returning the hug in happiness.

They both eventually pulled away, and the others invited them to sit down. They carried on with the present unwrapping, and Yellow got amazing presents. From Blue, he got a handmade scarf, from Green, he got new ingredients for his science experiments, from Purple, he got posters of his favourite scientist, and from Red he got an orb.

"What's this?" Yellow asked, looking at Red with a confused expression.

"It's an electrical orb. You touch it with your index finger, and electrical sparks come off it into your finger. Thought it was quite cool." She replied.

"How did you do it? I haven't exactly seen anything like it before?" Continued Yellow.

"Let's just say, someone helped me a bit." Said Red, smiling.

"Can I, try it out now?" Yellow enquired.

"Yeah of course!"

Yellow held the little glass sphere in his hand, and touched it lightly. A bright electrical spark appeared inside, and a small lighting rod zapped where Yellow's finger was. He pulled it back in shock.

"Wow! That's so cool! Thanks Red."

"No problem."

They spent the rest of the day eating cake, going out to the beach, and having a great time. This would certainly be one birthday he would never forget.

Thank you guys for reading this lil oneshot of mine!

#avm #alan becker #ava #animation vs minecraft #animator vs animation #animationvsminecraft #avm red #avm yellow #avm blue #avm green #avm king orange #avm orange #avm SC #avm purple

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bleachbleachbleach · 11 months

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6/12-6/18/2023

I finished both Kensei’s and Hinamori’s chapters this week, which means that I have two Rukia chapters and one Renji chapter to go before I’ve finished Part 1 (of 3)! The second Rukia chapter is pretty close. The other two are not.

What I’m proudest of this week is starting to finish Hinamori’s chapter yesterday and thinking, “Wow, this is the worst thing I’ve ever written!” and then picking it up this morning and thinking, “Wow, this is the worst thing I’ve ever written!” and deciding that I’d just finish the chapter out before trying to enumerate what, exactly, I thought was bad about it. I did finish the chapter out! Yay! And it is still bad, but it’s not the worst thing I’ve ever written. There are parts I like. One of the big problems, though, is that there’s a patchwork of things I like spanning a completely insane conversation that is not, in fact, greater than the sum of its parts.

I was also really proud of Kensei’s chapter until the glow of having finished a chapter wore off, and now am kind of lukewarm about it again. But its issues feel less miasmic than the Hinamori chapter. I just think there’s too much going on, and the pieces are coming together in cacophony rather than resonance. Meanwhile, Hinamori’s chapter is just. Tortured. All the way down. The prose, that is, not Hinamori.

I’d share an excerpt to celebrate finishing chapters, but I already shared one from the Kensei chapter last year and I feel too much shame about the Hinamori chapter right now. So instead I’ll list the patchwork of things that ended up in this chapter, because the list makes it sound a lot better than the prose does, and I’m just going to give myself that, as a treat. The list may also explain why this chapter is more patchwork of things than a story, but that is neither here nor there tonight. I might post my list of things I want to work on later, if I’m able to articulate them.

Chapter 4: Hinamori

- how Shinji and Hinamori give and get information out of each other

- Hinamori’s opinion of Central 46′s ration schedule

- Hinamori’s opinion of Central 46′s governance in general

- Hinamori’s opinion of Hitsugaya’s commitment to working harder, not smarter

- the lost art of Soul Society shorthand script

- rice futures and tax schedules

- the 5th Division 12th seat who was too neurotic to take Shinji’s leadership style and left for the 9th to work on the SC, which Hitsugaya thinks is an insane decision for anyone to make if they wanted an organized leadership style (the 12th seat is fine and very happy and aggressively not in this story, he’s busy doing math)

- the 10th Division “weird tea” drawer, AKA “stuff Matsumoto brings from places, I don’t know where”

- my repeated failure to describe Hinamori describing Hitsugaya’s emotional state

- Hitsugaya’s opinion of the 10th Division couches

- Hinamori’s opinion of microwaves (+the only three words Hitsugaya has ever spent on microwaves)

- the 2750-word span of scenes where Hitsugaya and Hinamori attempt to make tea and never actually do

- flashbacks in flashbacks in flashbacks there’s no reason for this to be this Inception Hinamori get it together delete this

- Hinamori shouting over a pond and then feeding the koi

- Hinamori wondering what Soul Society’s policy on undocumented Ugandan immigrant ghosts is (which, while fascinating, probably shouldn’t be in this fic)

- Matsumoto not taking her own advice

- Iemura’s rugged, virile masculinity

- the poor management of the Rukongai refugee situation

- the fact that the Gotei are only interested in talking about the last seven days of the Thousand Year Blood War and not any of the things that happened during the thousand years of days before that

- Hinamori’s opinion of Hitsugaya’s eyes (they’re pretty)

- Hitsugaya perfecting the art of lying while only saying things that are true

- Hinamori’s inability to follow her own advice, which was Matsumoto’s advice that Matsumoto also didn’t follow

#stories for the sea

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