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Anthony Complimenting Ian ☀️🔍

“I think that’s a big difference in us reuniting, is I am so willing to praise you and mention your strengths.”

Hey guys! Been working on this post for a while and so happy to finally share!

Before we knew of their reunion, there was this window of time where Anthony kept complimenting Ian on social media. That stood out to me then, especially after having very little interaction between them in so long. But now having the context that they were actually hanging out again behind the scenes, and that Anthony now makes a conscious effort to compliment/praise Ian makes it all the more sweeter. The said compliments I mentioned were posted at the time but the fandom wasn’t as active as it now is again so I wanted to compile a list of all the moments of Anthony complimenting Ian from their reunion to present for anyone who might’ve missed it. Enjoy!

Pre-Reunion

Okay so this first post is actually from before they reconnected. We know from the Smosh Reunion t-shirt that they reconnected in November 2022 and this post is from July 2022.

I like to think Anthony was in a better place with his emotions towards Smosh/Ian by this point, and that Ian had been on his mind and so a nice little compliment was to be had.

Post-Reunion

April 2023

5 months post-reunion and Anthony’s feeling more confident to joke around whilst still complimenting Ian. You love to see it! And Ian’s reply, him getting all embarrassed is cute 🤭

It also reminded me of these tweets from back in September 2017 :-

Confirmed: Anthony has a thing for calling Ian ‘daddy’. Noted. 👀

May 2023

Less than a month later and Anthony was back at it again with the compliments

Ian looks good and Anthony is determined to tell him at every opportunity!

And then…

June 2023

THE (PUBLIC) REUNION

And so ensued an abundance of compliments.

Anthony’s Interview

First lot of praise we saw from Anthony to Ian was in his interview with him. Tumblr sadly doesn’t allow you to add more than one video to a post so these are all quotes from said interview.

Like the tweet above of Ian getting his first chain necklace, they reference it once again. Ian is talking about how even though they’ve grown as people they haven’t changed that much, he references the fact Anthony has “more bling and tattoos” now, Anthony then interjects with :-

“Hey, you got a little bling too, let’s not discount it.”

Ian then shows the jewellery off and Anthony comes in saying “Baby’s first chain.” I like to think he was the first one to say that when Ian got the chain and where Ian got the inspo for his Twitter caption. Anthony then finishes this topic of conversation off by adding on that Ian also got “face bling too” in reference to his glasses. I know this isn’t really a full-out compliment and they’re just kinda messing about, but I think it still stands with Anthony saying that’s something that’s changed between them now is that he’s willing to compliment him, and I love how when Ian tries to downplay something about himself, Anthony jumps straight in there to lift him up too.

Another complimentary moment from the interview was when Anthony was talking about when he was 15 and came down with an autoimmune disease resulting in him missing half a year of school and Ian got a bunch of people to sign a ‘Get Well Soon’ card to give to Anthony to make him feel better.

“There is one moment, one thing that you did for me, when we were younger that really stood out to me that I never mentioned to you and I never thanked you for. I’ve been holding it in and I have never expressed it…. I don’t know how you got it to me, but somehow you got a ‘get well soon’ card that you gave to me - Okay, I don’t know if it was you who came up with the idea or your mom, or if like your mom told you, you had to do it. And a whole a bunch of people signed it and you wrote a message like ‘get well soon, we can’t wait to see you again’. And that, it really meant a lot to me, and yeah, it kinda kept me motivated and focused, and I don’t know why but for some reason it motived me to learn how to program a website, program a game, and I feel like because of that in some ways I was able to channel all my energy into creating the things that eventually culminated in what the foundation of Smosh was.”

I really love this moment, and I think it really shows Anthony’s growth. As was revealed in his letter to Ian, there was a period of time in which he felt he had more of a hand in creating Smosh in the early days, but the fact he can now acknowledge and recognise Ian’s input in it all, even before Smosh was a thing, and thank him for it really shows how far Anthony has come.

The last lot of praise from the interview is actually something Anthony has mentioned multiple times as you will see later on in this post and that is about their dynamic and how they work together.

“I think the fact we work in such different ways, like I’m able to really hyper-focus on something and put all my energy, just like back-to-back constantly in one chunk, I think that works really well when compared against the way that you work, where you are super creative and..”

Ian interjects by saying his head is “up in the clouds” when he works. Anthony continues by saying that Ian needs to be there to come up with the ideas that he does and then praises him once more :-

“I could never come up with most of the ideas that you come up with, but I feel I know how to formulate it and put it together.”

Next lot of praise for the month was this tweet :-

Anthony praising Ian, along with everyone else who had a hand in keeping Smosh going all these years. Similar to something he said at Vidcon when he interviewed Ian once again :-

“I just want to say huge, huge respect to you for staying with Smosh. For having that faith in it that it could continue to grow and be something bigger…” [audience cheers and Anthony points to Ian] “So huge, huge respect to Ian. That took a lot of tenacity - the tenacity you said I had, that’s where you really showed up. And Ian had to learn how to be a leader, Ian had to learn how to do all these things where he was just thrown into that because I made the decision to leave because Smosh, what it had become, was eating a hole in me and I felt I needed to walk away to figure myself out, to just grow on my own and I’m so thankful that you stuck around to keep it going so that we could do this [own Smosh again].”

And there was more where that came from and leads me onto the next lot of compliments :-

Vidcon 2023

“When Ian came over to my place to write… I remember I was sitting on the coffee table writing these jokes and you would say something and it would totally catch me off guard just like you used to do.”

Anthony said this so fondly to Ian, the “just like you used to do.” It goes back to what he said during his interview with Ian, which he got emotional about, that during the lunch where they reconnected properly for the first time, he saw his childhood friend in that moment. That despite how much they had both changed, the Ian he knew, the only one who can make him laugh like he does, was and is still there.

Anthony goes on to bring up their working dynamic again as he did in his interview :-

“While we were writing that sketch, while we were shooting it, there was this feeling - I didn’t realise it, but there was something missing from my creative process. Especially in creating comedy, that Ian just perfectly… I don’t know if I want to say yin and yang - I don’t know what I want to say about it. But it was just this perfect balance, that feels like in order for us to reach our fullest potential creatively, us working together is, in my heart, the only way for that to really reach its fullest capacity.”

Ian then responds in his usual way, trying to downplay his efforts by agreeing that their dynamic works well that way because he’s, in his own words, “kind of lazy.”

Anthony is quick to jump in though :-

“I think that’s a misconception, you’re not lazy.”

I love how he just outright refuses to let Ian talk down about himself nowadays. He will absolutely not have it!

Ian continues on and compliments Anthony in return by saying he is very ‘tenacious’ and ‘focused’, and ‘particular about things.’ Whereas Ian’s way of working, as Anthony goes on to say, is “throwing stuff out” and Anthony likes to pick out the best of the best from those ideas. And this is when we got the first of the ☀️🔍 analogies :-

“It feels almost like Ian is the sun radiating all these ideas in every direction, and then I’m the magnifying glass that’s like ‘let’s focus on this one, let’s make this one fire. This one’s amazing.’ And something about just the way that we work together just meshes so perfectly, and I think that’s how we became best friends in sixth grade, that’s how we established our sense of humour and why the Smosh videos that we created resonated with so many people, is because there is that perfect dichotomy between us.”

Do you think Anthony thinks their dynamic is perfect? I don’t know 🤔 I don’t think he mentioned it enough.

Jokes aside, it is very sweet. And I love how much he loves their connection.

The next lot of compliments come straight after the quote of Anthony praising Ian for sticking with Smosh whilst he was gone :-

“I’m super thankful - you know for the past six years it just felt like there was a hole in there [in his heart]. You know I’ve been creating my own interview series and it’s felt like this is a great way for me to be able to express a part of me, but not all of me. And that other part of me that wasn’t being expressed is that part of me that I now get to experience with you, and working with you, my childhood best friend, in creating something and being able to capture that magic and express it, and be able to present it for all of you [the audience], it’s a really, really great feeling.”

Ian then responds with another little compliment of his own :-

“I think on my side, you know when you left I was still making sketch comedy, I was still writing, but I never found the same kind of writing partner that I did after you. It was never the same. The way that we work together, I never quite found that kind of person to easily bounce ideas off to, so I kind of stepped back a little bit from the writing.”

It also reminds me of something Ian said during Anthony’s interview, about how they have this level of ‘trust’ between them, that Ian never found again with anyone else after Anthony left. Makes me so soft, they feel so lucky to have each other again. No one quite gets them like the other does and they can never replace what they have. Their connection truly is special.

This is more of a silly one and just them joking around but I’m including it anyways! They had a Q&A session with the audience after the interview and the person asking the question starts off by introducing themselves and saying how they met Ian the other day and apologises for calling him “old.”

They both laugh and Ian pretends to begin to walk off stage. And then, you guessed it, Anthony swoops in with a retort :-

“Hey! He’s 35 years young.”

Moving on to later the same day, after playing a live version of TNTL with the cast, they all had a sit-down Q&A :-

Q: “What inspires you? What made you who you are?”

And of course, as if he hadn’t already killed us enough, Anthony has to go and say this :-

“I’m about to say something totally whack. I’d say, Ian and my friendship when we first started really connecting. I feel like Ian taught me to not take myself too seriously and his sense of humour is just all over the place and I eat that shit up, I think it’s so funny.”

Like wtf. WHAT THE FUCK.

Ian’s reaction to him saying that pretty much sums up my emotions.

And that was it for Vidcon!

Except if you count this little cherry on top and the perfect closing to June as the picture is from Vidcon :-

Anthony being obsessed with Ian on main! You love to see it!

July 2023

Started off July with a bang and the ☀️🔍 article :-

Never getting over this! Anthony just loves the sun and magnifying glass analogy and I couldn’t be more here for it. Ian is the sun in his life 💛🖤

Ian Reads Anthony’s Angry Letter

And then came the infamous letter video. Which even though there were a few hurtful things revealed, there still managed to be a few nods of acknowledgment towards Ian even in that hurt Anthony felt.

As mentioned earlier in this post, in part of the letter Anthony writes that in the early days of Smosh he wanted it to be something ‘he’ made with Ian’s help, and that he considered Ian to only be “tagging along”. He goes on to apologise [in the letter] for if he ever made Ian feel like he didn’t deserve as much credit as he did.

“You may not have done some of the heavy lifting I did in the early days, but definitely encouraged us to keep going and you kept things light and full of laughs as we did it. We accomplished so much and I am just now realising how important you were in making that happen.”

Anthony then brings up something that happened recently between them :-

“But that thing that you read there - you did, and this was actually really nice for me to hear from you. It was a few days after we had confirmation that we had bought Smosh, you came over to my place, we had a little celebratory hang; very luxurious. We chilled with cigars and some whiskey, and we just bro-ed it up, and you said that to me. That exact thing - you said, “hey, I don’t think I ever really acknowledged the heavy lifting that you did in the early days” and you said that you “felt really lucky to be there at that time and that I included you in that.” And that was really nice to hear, even though I know.”

So I know technically this compliment/praise/acknowledgment isn’t new as the letter was written in 2017, but it’s ‘new’ to us. But I’m glad to hear that Anthony does acknowledge Ian’s involvement in Smosh’s success, even in the early days when Anthony was doing more of the technical things. He acknowledges that Ian still had a role to play in it all being what it was.

Ian agrees with what Anthony is saying, and that he always felt ‘guilt’ over the fact Anthony had to do the things he didn’t have the skillset to do, but recognises that he didn’t acknowledge or thank Anthony enough for it because he was ‘afraid’ that he might have to do more when their whole thing was about doing “equal work” because they felt as a duo they had to, and that if the other felt they were doing more work then there was some resentment there. Ian tries to downplay himself by joking “In most cases you were doing more work than me…” but Anthony is quick to jump in again and not allow it.

“I was doing more hours, but I think you were doing more of the creative heavy-lifting which is more taxing in many ways. So I think that you needed your time to recoup your energy, cause you’re coming up with funny stuff, and at that time I was like ‘I’m doing so much work’.”

Also another mention of Ian’s creativity and humour when it comes to writing, that Anthony acknowledges he wouldn’t be able come up with. But you can see where the ‘resentment’ they talked of came from, and why Anthony felt he was doing more. When in reality it’s just that’s their strengths lie in different areas, but that doesn’t make the work they both do individually any less important. So I am happy they can see that now and praise each other for the unique ways in which they shine which compliments their own strengths in their own special ways.

WE WERE ROBBED! Watch Party

It happened again. Anthony calling Ian ‘daddy’. Can we just all agree that he has a thing for it? Okay. Good.

They’re discussing how everyone in chat is poking fun at Ian for saying “you guys are a fun bunch” to the rest of the group during the ‘Do Men Know Reproductive Anatomy?’ Smosh Pit video and how it was a ‘dad’ comment. Ian reads out a comment talking about how Arasha called him ‘dad’ and he says “[she] can because she’s my son”. And then Mr ‘Ian is Daddy’ Padilla jumps in with the correction once again :-

Anthony: “I think you’re becoming ‘daddy’.”

Ian: [asks if it’s when he puts his glasses on]

Anthony: “Especially.”

Ian: [puts glasses on]

Anthony: “Oh damn, daddy.”

Like why is this Anthony’s thing now? Whatever the reason - I’m here for it.

Also, Ian doesn’t like to be referred to as ‘pops’ but Anthony’s into it. So, Daddy and Pops. It’s settled. Love our parents 👨‍👨‍👧‍👦

Smosh Mouth

And just like we started July, we ended it the same - with a bang!

I urge you if you haven’t seen it yet (or even if you have), to go watch this video. It may as well have been named ‘Praise Ian Hour’. Not only have we got Anthony, but also Shayne and Amanda coming in to add to the many compliments.

I know all these compliments the others were giving Ian were probably making Anthony’s heart swell with pride. To know that not only himself, but everyone else also recognises Ian’s strengths. To know that these things he loves about Ian, others see in him too.

So a lot of the video was the others complimenting Ian rather than from Anthony himself, but he agreed with everything they were saying and added a few little tidbits. So this next lot of compliments will be what Shayne and Amanda said, along with Anthony’s comments :-

Amanda: [talking about when she first auditioned for Smosh] “And I’ll never forget after I did that [read the script], it was really fun - they asked me a question, and I was in a really interesting place in my life… And they were like “If you could have one superpower, what would it be?” and I just said “Vulnerability.”… And I’ll never forget, Ian stood up and went “Do you write comedy also?” and I said “Yeah!”, and he went [nods] and he shook my hand.”

Anthony: [grinning ear to ear] “He knew. He knew.”

Happy boy loving hearing people praise his bff 🥰

“I think honestly that statement alone is exactly why you’re doing a podcast. I think Ian was able, if he really did know in that moment, I think it probably was seeing that there was more to you than just the comedy, there’s more depth there, there’s multiple layers, and you can build on that a lot more than just somebody who can only do one type of thing.”

A very sweet comment. How Ian recognised the talent in Amanda from that one thing she said, and also cute how well Anthony knows Ian so can see exactly where he was coming from in seeing that talent in her and why she ended up at Smosh.

Shayne: “…I’m curious how you [Anthony] think things were going in the years you were gone? It’s been fun to see this arc of Ian. And being honest I’ve gotten to know Ian so well over the course of 6 years and that’s what’s so interesting about you coming back. You know Ian better than any of us-”

Anthony: “But I don’t know the Ian from the past 6 years as well as well as you guys do.”

Shayne: “…But you haven’t seen president Ian.” [talks about how when Anthony was still there both him and Ian were so busy under Defy that they weren’t around much to act as leaders]

Anthony: “Yeah, there was no leadership really coming from Ian and I, except that I think we showed excitement and passion… We showed that, and I think that’s where we kinda led, but it wasn’t really ‘we’re the leaders’ and when I left, and especially when Defy collapsed and Ian was left there making a lot of those decisions, he had to be the leader that had to lead by example and get everyone onboard with his ideas, and that was a really unique role for him because he was kinda forced into that position, and he was forced to get really good at it. And I think, over the 6 year time period that I was gone, I’ve seen him, observing from the outside, I’ve seen him get better and better at that role. Even though I know he doesn’t ‘love’ it, he’s not like ‘I can’t wait to go and be a leader when I go to work’, and he’s told me that he feels like he thrives most when we have the dynamic between us where I can pick up when he’s not really-”

“observing from the outside” 🥺 the fact he was still checking up on Ian even when they weren’t close anymore, it shows that the care was still there despite the strain on the relationship. It also reminds me of what Ian said during Anthony’s interview, that he could tell Anthony was floundering when he first left :-

Ian: “I could see very clearly what you were doing and what was going on. It was very clear that you were trying to find your individual creative voice. And with the types of videos you were putting out it felt very much like you’d throw this out and see if that would stick, you’d throw that out and see if that would stick. You’d get excited about something - I could tell there was a time when I think you were watching Nathan For You, and you were getting excited about this one kind of style.”

Anthony: “Damn, you read me like a book.”

It’s just like Shayne said - they know each other better than anyone. And that extends to even when they weren’t speaking, they still knew the other inside and out.

Amanda: “He’s glowing right now.”

Shayne: “He’s been so happy.”

Anthony: “It’s really, really cool to see because you know watching from the outside, I was able to observe his mannerisms and kind of get a general idea of where his headspace was at, but even then I wasn’t able to fully understand him because I didn’t fully understand him for so many years leading up to it, so I was just an outside observer trying to just keep tabs. But I do notice a stark difference, ever since Ian and I had that discussion, and were like ‘you know what, let’s buy Smosh and anything we can do to make that happen, let’s do it’. And after that conversation I’ve been keeping up-to-date with the content a lot more and I’ve seen Ian shine in such an interesting way, where I don’t even know if you guys felt it - like before the announcement, you felt something good was coming?”

Is everyone sufficiently in tears? Good, because me too. This isn’t even the end of this convo, I just had the pause to go over all of what was just said. Both Amanda and Shayne saying how happy Ian is now, I don’t know how Anthony didn’t cry on the spot! I did and it’s not even about me! Like hearing that, knowing it’s because of him that Ian is so happy 😭 and I think the same can be said for Anthony. They’re both so happy to have each other again ❤️

Shayne: “I did start to notice a change these past few months. I started to notice - this dude, there’s something about him, like the ‘cool’ factor started to change. He started wearing a chain! He started tucking shirts in.”

Amanda: “Oh yeah! He tucked in every shirt. He wore a chain. He was glowing. And our conversations were about life and joy and not really what he was reading on the internet.”

Shayne: “His confidence level has changed this year. When you guys announced the whole thing [buying Smosh], you walked into the building and I was like ‘Okay this makes sense!’ He’s feeling a lot more confident because things are feeling more certain and this place is going to turn into more of what he wants.”

Anthony: [agrees, and talks about how he thinks the confidence comes from a place of Ian now knowing the future of Smosh is secure under them after not knowing for a long time] “And I think for some reason, just naturally his confidence started growing as - I don’t know if this is related, but he is so good at writing and coming up with jokes, and I think for a long time he got the impression in his head that he wasn’t good at that anymore. And I think the Smosh channel moving away from written stuff, which I feel like he just really shines at - these absurd ideas, and when they come to life on screen maybe I’m able to help keep them a little bit more focused. But I really love that, cause he has so many great ideas and I started noticing just how many good ideas - he would throw out like 30 ideas and 20 of them were brilliant. But I feel like he started to gain confidence too in our writing sessions where he realised, ‘oh this isn’t a fluke, I wasn’t just funny in the past’ - I don’t know if this was the worry that was going on in his head, but it certainly was in mine. I was like, ‘was I only good at this in the past? can I be good at this now?’ and we both discovered together that what we were good at in the past, was more of a representation of our innate abilities and personality on our own but also the dynamic between us, and it seems like his confidence was growing there, and on camera when I would watch him from the outside, even hosting ‘Let’s Do This’ - when I saw him hosting these things it seemed like he was much more confident and he was able to take initiative.”

I love how much Anthony talks about how good Ian is at writing and coming up with jokes, and how much he reiterates that nowadays. I love that he recognises that talent in him and acknowledges how his own abilities complement Ian’s so well and why their dynamic is so special and works so well.

Shayne: “Ian is so much funnier than he realises. And maybe he’s realising it now-“

Anthony: “Yeah, I hope so.”

Aw Anthony 🥺 well if he doesn’t, you’re there to remind him tenfold.

Shayne: “But over these past years, I think the thing that has always frustrated me is - as you said [Anthony], he’ll throw out ideas but he’ll be like ‘oh this one’s dumb’ and I’m like ‘no that’s really funny, man’…. But whenever he goes 100% and he commits fully it’s always great.”

Anthony: “Always great.”

Shayne: “And I think he really does that in your guy’s sketches, there’s no doubt - the Ian that people know and love is that guy. And I think when he’s able to write and know what it is, he goes full force. But I will say even with the improvised stuff he held himself back - he’s so good, but he just needs to allow himself go full force.”

Anthony: “I think he would second guess.”

Shayne: “He second guesses. And I feel bad talking about him without him here, but it’s all good things. Cause reality is he’s really, really talented.”

Anthony: “The truth is he was doubting himself, but the less he’s doubting himself [he’s able to go full force].”

Shayne: [talks about how Ian has said 2019 was one of the hardest years after Defy collapsed and he had to step up as a leader and figure things out on his own] “So suddenly one day Smosh is gone and all these people are just gone, they don’t care. And I remember talking to Ian and being like “hey, so what are we gonna do?” and I remember this look of just - it’s still Ian where everything’s very casual and just kinda shrugged off almost, but I remember him just being like “We’re gonna figure it out. I’m gonna get this together”, and I was just like “That’s the most confident you’ve ever sounded about anything.”

Amanda: “It’s cause he was a single dad, he had to figure it out.”

Shayne: “But Ian’s always like ‘yeah, I dunno’ but this was the first time he was like ‘we’re gonna - I’m gonna - we’re gonna have it.’

Anthony: “And I feel like we see that [confidence] a lot more from him now.”

Shayne: “Yeah, and that was the first time that I was like ‘Dude, this Ian’s crazy. This guy’s not fucking around.’ and he had to do so much behind the scenes that I didn’t see, but he was making business deals and he was working all day, every day to get that shit together. And you know people say Rhett and Link saved Smosh, it’s like Ian saved Smosh. Rhett and Link were there to make that deal happen, but Ian was the one who put that shit together.”

Anthony: “For sure.”

Loved this from Shayne! Because it’s so true, yes R&L were there when Smosh needed a home, but Ian was the one who put in the hard work to make that happen. None of it could have happened without him. And I��m glad Anthony agrees, and as his comments at Vidcon suggest, he’s very thankful that Ian was there to save Smosh so he could come back and they could rightfully own what is their’s, doing what they love, together again.

Shayne: [talking about how Ian and Anthony going their separate ways needed to happen] “You started this thing forever ago when you were kids and it’s completely overshadowed your own lives and your friendship. To be able to take a step away and figure out who you guys are on your own and then come back - you guys at a certain point were forced to be best friends on camera and that’s tough and it becomes a product more than an actual friendship, so to be able to walk away and leave that alone and then choose to be best friends again.”

Not so much a compliment, just loved this. It’s the choice to be best friends again that gets me. Something they’re actively choosing and put above everything else, they’re never going to let anything get in the way of their friendship again and that is so special.

The famous quote comes to mind :-

“If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it’s yours.”

Shayne: “I said it to Ian when he was on the podcast - I really respect both of you for your both individual journeys in all this. Like your choice to leave the thing you made forever ago as a kid, that meant everything to you, that’s an insane choice. And you made it for your own good, and you recognised your own happiness and that was gigantic. And Ian, I think really was scared to be a leader here, he was scared to be on his own, like president, and he really did it and he’s stuck with it through crazy [times] - not only the shutdown where he stepped up, but the pandemic as well, where we were all filming stuff on our own by ourselves, and he stuck with it, man. That dude, he’s had some endurance with all of this and so to see you guys back together, I know for him there’s pressure taken off because he has you, and I can see there’s so many aspects of the job that he questions himself - I think he’s great at it, but he questions himself and I think you can fill in that part for him where he’s like ‘oh sweet, I know I can rely on you’.”

Anthony looks like he’s about ready to cry when Shayne said that and I don’t blame him because I could too.

Knowing just how important he is to Ian. That he is the only person Ian can rely on when it comes the leadership side of the business, an area where he’s been alone in for so long, doubting himself, I’m sure it makes Anthony want to hype him up and reassure him even more that he’s doing a good job.

Shayne: “And I said this to you, I think the day you first came back, but I’m like - you both together is one of the greatest YouTubers ever.”

Anthony: “I appreciate that.”

Shayne: “You individually - super successful. Like you went and you were successful on your own. Ian maintained Smosh on his own. That’s really cool to see that there was success from both of you individually, but together - I mean when we’re at Vidcon and we’re talking to other YouTubers, Smosh has, there’s something to it right? Like other YouTubers go ‘Oh! Smosh!’ that’s a big deal.”

It’s so emotional how this thing that Ian and Anthony created together as teenagers is what it is now 🥲 and it’s so true - together, they’re something special.

Anthony: [discussing how he discovered his interview format for his videos after trying lots of different kinds of content after leaving Smosh] “I thought that my lane was making sketch comedy so I was writing out some stuff. But I realised that on my own, without Ian, I am not a very strong writer. I do not have the funniest jokes.”

Again, Anthony recognising Ian’s talent when it comes to writing and the Yin and Yang of their dynamic, and how they need each other to really be at their best.

[Amanda says how Anthony seems like an extrovert in his interviews. He says it’s an illusion and that he’s really introverted - Shayne agrees that he is]

Shayne: “I mean I’m just now hanging out with you again recently, but I always got the sense, and I get the sense still, that Ian is the outgoing one.”

Anthony: “Yeah.”

Shayne: “Ian’s super outgoing, and people maybe don’t clock that… At parties, Ian will walk up to any group of people and he’ll just join the conversation.”

Anthony: “For sure.”

Amanda: “You’re right, he does.”

Shayne: “It is shocking to me. And he’s so chill about it.”

I know this was mainly just Anthony agreeing, but I found it interesting and it made me wonder if that is another reason their dynamic works so well and if it’s maybe also a comfort for Anthony? As a fellow introvert, I know how much easier it makes things when you have an extroverted person with you in social situations that you feel uncomfortable with. So I wonder if it’s the same for Anthony with Ian, that he has him there to lean on, knowing he’ll take the forefront in those types of situations if he needs it.

And that was it for the podcast and for the month of July.

And so draws to a close the first instalment of this compliments series. I plan to continue this month to month, or every few depending on how much content there is - you’ll be able to find all parts in the Compliments Masterlist.

Thank you for reading and catching up with the world of the Anthony Padilla Ian Hecox Fanclub with me. Hope you enjoyed and I shall see you next time!

#this took me so long so rb are appreciated 😅#wanted to get this out end of July but didn’t finish in time #started adding august onto it forgetting you can only add 10 photos on a post 😑#but anyways! so happy to finally get this out to you guys!#smosh #ian hecox #anthony padilla #ianthony #☀️🔍#ianthony compliments #ian and anthony #smoshian #smoshanthony #smosh ian #smosh anthony #my posts

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susiephone · 1 year

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predictions for how the “most annoying tumblr user” poll is gonna go:

there will be ample jokes about how it is a VERY FUCKING BOLD CHOICE to run a poll for the most annoying tumblr user while refusing to reveal your personal blog

somehow, eventually, op’s personal blog will be uncovered.

i would lay money that it is BAD.

at least some of the people who nominated people for the bracket will be exposed/brag about it.

it will also be bad.

someone will have nominated their friend.

multiple people will get hate anons for going “hey isn’t it kind of sus how many of these users are trans or jewish” and “it’s pretty fucked up to put people you find ‘annoying’ on the same list as actual bigots as if they’re the same” and “this is literally just cyberbullying” even though they’re literally right

i will probably also get some fun messages for this post if it gets enough traction. i have accepted this.

everyone listed on the poll is gonna get hatemail unless they shut off their inboxes.

people who shut off their inboxes and/or block people for mentioning the poll will be declared bad sports and taking things too personally.

people who are not listed on the bracket will get harassed because “they should be on the bracket”

some people will be concerningly invested in making sure a specific user wins.

that specific user they have a grudge against will not be one of the bigots.

at least two youtubers will make videos about this.

at least one of them will have extremely bad takes and/or downplay the whole cyberbullying thing.

there will be people desperately attempting to justify nominating “mildly overearnest and cringe tumblr funnyman” on the same bracket as “child slavery defender” and it will all be very gross.

multiple posts insisting that this tooooootally isn’t cyberbullying!!

multiple posts insisting cyberbullying isn’t actually all that bad and people need to toughen up and stop taking things so seriously.

“it’s not that deep” will get thrown around a lot.

staff will do absolutely nothing about any of this.

after all this is said and done, this will become part of Tumblr Legend

it’ll be one of those things where in hindsight a lot of people will be like “wow that was....Bad, Actually.”

but you will also have people insisting it was all in good fun and people were just too sensitive and it was all Activism, Actually. somehow.

no matter who wins, we lose.

and no one will learn anything from this.

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By the Seashore

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: The heatwave in Teyvat is making you and the twenty-one (yes, twenty-one) men suffer. In order to not suffer from the intense heatwave in Teyvat and the abode, the twenty-two of you decided to take a trip down to the seashore of Yaoguang Shaol and visit the heart-shaped island.

Note: Since I have gotten about 5 requests (two coming from one person) about the Genshin men going to the beach with Isekai'd!Reader, I have decided to combine these requests and make them into one story instead of making five fics about going to the beach with the Genshin men. Yes, some of these have the word "beach" highlighted because I had to search for them through almost 180 messages in the inbox 💀 Man, this fic has caused me so many distresses; I wanted to give up so many times. For those who are new and those who are returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it's me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: The reader is female-bodied but still goes by gender-neutral pronouns! The reader's bathing suit reference is right [here]! Itto wears a revealing bathing suit that caught everyone off guard; the men are touchy, but is that a bad thing? (I mean, unless it's from weirdos, then yes), mentions of sexual innuendos.

Word Count: 10k words

Everyone was scattered around the living room in the estate, sweating from the intense summer heat in Teyvat. While the abode usually has a neutral temperature, it has been unusually hot these past few weeks. Not even the air conditioner in the estate can cool your overheating body down from the sweltering hot temperature. You’ve chugged cups of cold water, but it didn’t do much to help you cool down. You even tried snuggling up to the nearest cryo vision wielder, but he was just as sweaty as you were, and cuddling up to someone in this type of heat isn’t the best feeling in the world.

“Ah! It’s so hot that I’m sticking to Kaeya.” You whined, struggling to unlatch yourself from Kaeya’s body.

You unstuck your cheek from Kaeya’s boob window while Kaeya chuckles at your little discomfort. Hey, it’s not his fault that you assumed that a cryo vision holder like himself would be just as cold as his vision.

“Why are you cuddling with someone in the first place during a heatwave like this?” Diluc asks from his spot, fanning himself with the handheld fan that was gifted to you from a merchant in Liyue.

“I would assume that a cryo vision holder would be able to cool me off during a time like this.” You grumbled, grabbing the hem of your shirt and wiping your sweat-slicked skin with a look of grimace on your face. “Man, I can’t stand the heat!” You whined, getting up from the couch and beginning to pace back and forth around the living area of the mansion.

“What’s a good way for us not to deal with the intense heat in Teyvat?” Gorou asks, slumping against the wall while pressing a cold bottled water up against his face. His face was flushed from the heat, and quite frankly, so was everyone else’s face.

“Let’s go to Dragonspine.” You stated, pulling your shirt from your sweaty body. This heat was making you feel like the layers of sweat was your second skin, only it was even more uncomfortable.

“And what? Freeze to death!?” Scaramouche exclaims; you nod your head.

You would preferably freeze in the cold than die from the immense heat you and everyone else have been feeling for the last couple of weeks. You’ve never been a fan of summer; it’s too hot, the bugs are out biting and invading homes, the feeling of sweat sticking to you like a second skin. You hate it all! Not to mention, the heat makes it even harder for you to sleep because how can you sleep in bed peacefully without feeling like you’ve completely soaked your bed with sweat. Oh, and who could forget about waking up from your sleep drenched in your bodily fluids?

“While I wouldn’t mind going to Dragonspine, maybe it’s best not to go anywhere that has a sheer cold,” Thoma suggested.

“Looks like all of you will hate Snezhnaya if you can’t handle the weather conditions in Dragonspine,” Childe commented, taking his shirt off and tossing it over to the corner of the room.

“Is Snezhnaya just as bad as Dragonspine?” Itto asks, sprawled out on the wooden floor of the estate, his chest slowly rising in falling with each breath he takes. Childe makes an indescribable facial expression in response to Itto’s question. Maybe Snezhnaya is worse than Dragonspine! After all, it is a region that is ruled by the cryo archon herself, and it’s probably teeming with Fatui Harbingers and dangerous animals that inhabit the cold weather.

“I wouldn’t mind visiting Snezhnaya one day, and it’s better than Dragonspine, where there’s hardly any human life there. Aside from the Fatui Skirmishers lurking around.” You said, wiping your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand.

“Then how else are we going to deal with the heat?” Kazuha sighs.

You perked up, “Oooh, I have an idea how we can deal with the heat!” You said, plopping back down on the couch beside Kaeya while lightly bouncing in your spot excitedly.

“Oh? And what is that idea of yours?” Kaeya asks, gazing at you curiously with his head leaning on the back of the couch, revealing his tanned collarbones. Man, if it weren’t so hot right now, you wouldn’t mind latching yourself onto Kaeya.

“[Y/N]? You there?” Venti asks, waving his hand in front of your face, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Oh! Right, sorry, I was caught up in my daydream.” You laugh sheepishly, hoping that the men will assume that the cause of your face being red was from the heat and not from your thoughts of attaching yourself to Kaeya.

“You were staring at Kaeya for quite a while,” Albedo says, raising an eyebrow at you. A smirk ghosted over Albedo’s face when your eyes widened at Albedo’s comment.

“The heat was making me delirious!” You sputtered, ignoring the looks the men were giving you. “A-Anyway! I think we should all go to the beach to beat the heat!” You spoke up, clapping your hands together.

“Oh, the beach, you say?” Heizou’s head perks up at your suggestion, and the look of mischievous appears on his face along with a tiny smirk.

“What’s on your mind, Heizou?” Aether asks, narrowing his eyes at the detective skeptically.

“I believe that Heizou is looking forward to going to the beach! After all, we’ve never visited the seashore before!” Said Baizhu, lightly patting his damp forehead with the back of his hand while Changsheng rested around Baizhu’s shoulders.

“If we were to visit the seashore, where would we go? The coast of Liyue, the coast of Mondstadt, or the coast of Inazuma?” Ayato questions, taking his coat off and hanging it on the back of the cushioned chair.

“Would the location of the seashore matter?” Xiao sighs, running his hands through his dampened hair.

“The location doesn’t matter, but perhaps the scenery matters to some people,” Zhongli says, rolling up the sleeves of his white button-up shirt. You stared at Zhongli’s arms, eyes almost the size of dinner plates. Not only was his tailcoat off and the sleeve of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, but he also didn’t have his gloves on at all. Now, you’re not one to have a hand kink, but the veins on Zhongli’s arms and the way his hands are so pretty made you second guess yourself for a moment there. Shit, maybe you do have a thing for hands. You slowly raised your hand up and slapped yourself in the face.

“[Y/N]! Why did you slap yourself!?” Dainsleif looks at you with wide eyes, his cape hung on the other unoccupied cushioned chair, and the sleeve of his shirt also rolled up to his elbows. Man, if you’re going to act like this when the men’s shirt sleeves are rolled up to their elbows, how are you going to react when the men are all shirtless and in swim trunks?

“I… was trying to think of a region to go to!” You said slowly before making a face at your own poor excuse.

“Well, do you have a region in mind, little one?” Pierro asks, cocking an eyebrow at you as he stares you down. You feel your breath getting caught in your throat when you see that Pierro has his sleeves folded up to his elbows as well, but a couple of buttons on his white button-up t-shirt were also unbuttoned. You couldn’t help but have an inkling feeling that they may or may not have done this on purpose.

“Why are you so flustered, [Y/N]?” Pantalone chuckles, giving you a sweet yet devious smile. Pantalone knew what was going on in your mind, and you didn’t like it one bit because you knew that he would use it to his advantage and make you even more flustered than you already were.

“It’s hot in the estate! People tend to become flushed when it’s hot, you know.” You retort, looking away from the men with a slight pout on your face while grumbling under your breath. Damn them and their way of making you flustered, and it’s not fair at all! How come there isn’t a time where you made them flustered instead of the other way around?

“Kitten, why are you so snappy? Is the heat getting to you, sweet thing?” Dottore coos, approaching you before snaking his arms around your shoulder to pull you up against his chest. You grumbled against Dottore’s chest, but your grumble was silenced by the sound of growling. You blinked and looked around the mansion at everyone’s faces.

“Since when was there a rabid dog in the estate?” Capitano asks, adjusting the mask over his head. Even though you couldn’t tell what expression he had under his mask, you knew that he was eyeing some of the non-Harbinger men in the living area. You didn’t know who was growling, but it seemed to be coming from almost all of the men aside from the four Harbingers that had just recently moved into the abode.

“If we’re still taking suggestions on where we should go, I recommend the Yaoguang Shoal!” Venti says, popping up between you and Dottore, forcing both you and Dottore to step away from each other. Venti had a cheeky smile on his face before throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“Why the Yaoguang Shoal?” Diluc asks, taking his gloves off before wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead.

“Yeah, I’m surprised that you didn’t suggest going to the Falcon Coast in Mondstadt,” Kaeya says, leaning back against the couch with his legs spread out. It was as if Kaeya was trying to lure you to sit on his lap. I mean, you would, but since it’s so hot, you don’t think you’d want to deal with any cuddling or skin-to-skin type of contact until this heatwave was over.

“I believe that we all should go to the Yaoguang Shoal because there is this small island that is off the coast of Yaoguang Shoal that is heart-shaped! We should all go there with [Y/N] and take pictures there!” Venti bounces on the tip of his toes happily.

“Oooh! I’ve always wanted to go there ever since I discovered it!” You gasped excitedly, lightly patting Venti’s arms with elation.

“You discovered it?” Capitano asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Yes, before I was thrown into your guys’ world.” You said, nodding your head. “There’s a hidden chest there too, but I never unlocked it because no one went there with me.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“You need to be accompanied by someone to be able to find this hidden chest?” Dainsleif raised an eyebrow at your explanation.

You sighed dramatically and bobbed your head to Dainsleif’s question. You’ve tried to find solutions to uncover this hidden chest, but all of these “solutions” did not work out at all. You’ve tried putting up both of Zhongli’s pillars as Zhongli, but it didn’t work. You’ve even tried to do it as the geo traveler, but did it work? No, the chest is still hidden from plain sight.

“So, is the journey to the beach for some chest, or are we going to be relaxing there?” Ayato sighs dramatically, fanning his face with his sister’s folding fan (that he totally did not steal from his sister at all).

“Well, Ayato, we’ll be relaxing there, of course! But it’d be nice to visit the heartshaped island outside of Yoaguang Shaol and take some pictures there with all of you!” You reply, giving the men puppy dog eyes.

“Aw, snookums! Not the puppy dog eyes.” Childe coos, jogging over to where you stood before bringing you into a tight hug.

“When should we go then? It’s only eleven in the morning, almost twelve in the afternoon.” Scaramouche says, running his hands through his hair.

“Oh, we’re going today?” Aether asks, looking around at everyone’s face to get a confirmation of some sort.

“Yes, let’s go today because it’s so hot, and I just want to dip my feet into the cold ocean water.” You said; realization then hits you. “Wait, do you guys own swimsuits?” You pointed at everyone around the living area.

“Of course we do! How else are we dudes going to have some bonding time in the bathhouse?” Itto asks, crossing his arms over his sweat-slicked chest. You blinked at Itto and then looked up at Childe, who looked down at you.

“People are usually naked in bathhouses, aren’t they?” Albedo raised an eyebrow at Itto.

“Yes, people are usually naked in bathhouses. Although, there are some people that choose to wear coverings in bathhouses.” Gorou explains; Albedo slowly nods his head while stroking his chin with his gloveless hand.

“Well then, let us prepare for the beach and dress accordingly.” Zhongli states.

“How does one dress accordingly, Mister Zhongli?” Pantalone asks, giving Zhongli a cat-like smile as he looks at the ex-archon curiously.

“He means to get into your swimsuits; let’s get ready, or else the sun will start to set, and it’ll be too late for us to go to the beach,” Xiao says gruffly, glaring over at the black-haired Harbinger before disappearing into black and green mist.

“My, it seems like the little Yaksha isn’t too fond of us.” Dottore chuckles.

“Xiao does have a point, so let’s get ready for the beach and meet back here once we’re all dressed for the beach,” Baizhu says, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

One by one, people went to their bedrooms to get ready for the beach. As for the four Fauti Harbingers, they have their own mansions in the abode. You didn’t mind them staying at the current estate, but your seventeen other boyfriends insisted that the other four Fatui Harbingers have their own mansion to stay at. Therefore, the four Fatui Harbinger’s estate (it was more of a house since there were only four people staying there, unlike the main estate itself where there are eighteen people residing) has their own living space on the other side of the abode.

You walked into your bedroom and began to search for your newest bathing suit that you had bought while in Mondstadt. Technically the bathing suit is custom made tailored to your body; it was expensive, but you desperately needed the bathing suit because the color looks fantastic against your skin tone, and it hugs every curve of your body perfectly. You grabbed the bathing suit, the thigh garter that goes with the bathing suit, and shoes that match the one-piece bathing suit before walking to your bathroom to change into your bathing suit set. You stripped off your clothes before switching over to your bathing suit and zipped it up from behind before reaching over to the garter that goes with your custom-made one-piece bathing suit. You grabbed the shoes and put them on your feet, and checked yourself in the mirror.

“Cute!” You smiled, grabbing a hairbrush and beach towel from underneath the sink before heading out of the bathroom. You walk over to your wooden dresser and pull out an oversized t-shirt that you stole from Thoma (it still smells like him too). You slipped it over your body to cover up your swimsuit before exiting your bedroom. You paused in your step and slowly turned to look around your room to check if you were missing anything. Does sunscreen exist in Teyvat? You wouldn’t know because you hardly leave the abode, and if you were to leave the teapot, you wouldn’t be out in the sun all day long. How are you going to shield yourself from the scorching hot sun when hats technically don’t exist in Teyvat? Shrugging your shoulders, you walk out of your bedroom and downstairs to the living room, where everyone is waiting for you.

“Wow, you guys changed pretty fast.” You said, clutching onto your beach towel and hairbrush.

Kazuha’s eyes land on your hairbrush before pointing at it, “Why are you bringing a hairbrush with you?” He looks at you with a questioning gaze.

“Once we’re all done swimming in the ocean, your hairs are going to feel rough and very dry after. I think bringing a hairbrush would do something, but now that I think about it, I don’t think it will….” You trailed off, staring down at your lavender hairbrush.

“Is that my shirt?” Thoma points at the oversized t-shirt that was covering your bathing suit-clad body.

“Yes, it’s your shirt that I totally did not steal from your closet while you were away.” You said, smiling at Thoma innocently.

“You seem to like to steal other people’s clothes, don’t you?” Heizou asks, leaning up against you with an eyebrow raised and the corner of his lips quirking up, forming a tiny smirk on his face. You pursed your lips and nodded your head in response to Heizou’s question.

“Next thing you all know, each of you will be missing a shirt or two from your closet and dresser!” You said, giving the men a cheeky grin.

“You’re going to trespass into a man’s bedroom to steal an article of clothing from his closet and dresser?” Pierro asks, walking up to where you stood before staring you down. You stared at Pierro with wide eyes, unsure of how else to respond to his question. Of course, you’re going to go to the men’s bedroom and steal a shirt or two from their closet and dressers! One will be a t-shirt, and the other will be a button-up shirt! Simple!

“Yes, yes, I will! What are you going to do about it? Spank me for it? Punish me for taking a shirt or two from your closets and dressers? Pfft!” You scoffed, rolling your eyes sarcastically. Pierro places a heavy hand on your shoulders, shutting you up. Pierro leans down and looks at you right in the eyes, his eyes scanning your facial features closely.

“Do you want me to spank you? I can do that if you would like for me to spank you.” Pierro smirks. Your eyes widened, and you looked at the other men behind Pierro by peeking from the side.

“Let’s go to the beach now, shall we? We’re wasting precious time.” Diluc says, popping up beside you to your left with Kaeya standing at your right. Diluc and Kaeya nod at one another before grabbing hold of your hand, giving Pierro a glare before pulling you out of the estate.

“Pierro, you disgusting old man!” Scaramouche scowls, glaring over at the first Fatui Harbinger, electricity crackling loudly in his clenched fist.

Childe scoffs loudly, crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk of his belief, “As if [Y/N] would go for someone that’s older than their parents!”

“My dude, my bro! Did you forget about Zhongli, Xiao, Dainsleif, and Venti? Pretty sure that they’re older than Teyvat and Parakeet alone!” Itto interjects, tossing his arm over Childe’s shoulders.

“Parakeet?” Gorou squeaked, stifling his laughter behind his hands while looking away from the four Fatui Harbingers in front of him. Gorou couldn’t tell whether Itto calling Pierro “Parakeet” was a mistake or if he was doing it on purpose.

“That’s true, but they all look youthful! Pierro, on the other hand….” Ayato trails off, making a face at the first Fatui Harbinger, who glares at him in return.

“Old and wrinkly like a raisin.” Heizou coughs into his fist. Aether nudges Heizou with his elbows, shooting a glare in Heizou’s direction.

“While I agree with you, just don’t say that to the strongest Harbinger’s face!” Aether hissed under his breath, loud enough for Heizou to hear him while giving Heizou a threatening look.

“As the red-headed boy said, we should go to the beach now! We’re losing precious time.” Pantalone says.

The men grumbled in response before walking out of the mansion. You, Diluc, and Kaeya were waiting for them at the waypoint. Diluc didn’t look too pleased after what had happened inside of the main estate; the thought of Pierro putting his disgusting hands in you made Diluc want to rip the first Harbinger’s white hair out of his head.

“How bold for someone as old as he is, wanting to place his hands on someone that is precious to us,” Kaeya says, draping his arms around your shoulders.

“Would it be bad if I said that I liked it?” You blurted out, causing Diluc and Kaeya’s heads to snap in your direction, their eyes wide in disbelief from the words that had come out of your mouth. “Shit, did I say that out loud?” You whispered, feeling yourself becoming flustered.

“Are we ready to go to the beach at Yaoguang Shoal?” Zhongli asks; everyone murmurs a “yes” and a “we’re ready” to Zhongli’s question.

“Then let’s teleport to the nearest waypoint in Yaoguang Shaol and perhaps visit the heartshaped island that [Y/N] really wants to visit,” Xiao says.

Upon your and twenty-one others’ arrival to Yaoguang Shaol, you were all immediately attacked by hilichurls and one ruin guard. Since you don’t have a weapon or wield a vision, you were stuck by Thoma and Zhongli’s side the entire time because they had shields and could protect you from the arrows and missiles that were flying at twenty-two of you.

“You know, when taking a trip to the seashore, you would’ve thought that we wouldn’t have to deal with any hilichurls or ruin guards. But it turns out we were wrong.” Thoma panted, his polearm disappearing in thin air before reaching down to the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

“I forgot that there are hilichurls and ruin guards and hunters around this area.” You said, shielding your eyes from the glaring sun. You’re just glad that your cute bathing suit set came with matching shoes, or else you would’ve burned your feet on the scorching hot sand of Yaoguang Shoal. The twenty-two of you walked to the nearest shade on the beach before setting down your items in the shade. Once the beach towels were placed down on the sand in the shade, everyone started stripping their clothes off. You looked away from the men awkwardly, feeling your face becoming hot.

“[Y/N]....” Kazuha calls over to you, grabbing your attention from wherever you were looking (and it wasn’t at them).

“Are you not going to change out of your clothes?” Albedo asks, tossing his shirt on his beach towel.

“Or are you planning on swimming in the cold ocean water in Thoma’s shirt?” Baizhu asks, pointing down at the shirt that you currently have on.

“Or maybe [Y/N] wants to swim in the ocean naked! If they do, it’s their choice! No need to be so judgemental about it!” Dottore interjects.

You scoffed at Dottore’s comment and slowly walked over to where the men stood with your arms over your chest. Even though you have on a custom-made bathing suit that is catered to you, you couldn’t help but feel a tad bit self-conscious about revealing your swimsuit to the men.

“Don’t be a creep, Dottore.” Capitano smacks Dottore upside of his head, making the icy blue-haired man scowl at the masked man.

“Oh, come on, [Y/N]! We’re all in our swimsuits! You’ll be fine!” Itto says, strutting up to where you stood. Your eyes nearly popped out of their socket when you saw what Itto was wearing. The other men's eyes widened, speechless from what they were seeing. How bold do you have to be to be able to wear something like that in public!?

“Itto, what in the Teyvat are you wearing?!” Scaramouche screeches, looking away from Itto with a bright red face.

“It’s my swimsuit, Scaramouche! What else do you think it is?” Itto flexes his biceps before doing poses.

“Itto, that is not a swimsuit; your ass is literally hanging out of that thing!” Childe exclaims, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I can’t believe that mankinis exist in Teyvat.” You whisper to yourself, doubling over, trying to get ahold of yourself.

“How are you not sweating in that shirt?” Dainsleif asks, leaning up against the rock that was sitting behind him, running his hands through his blond hair while his eyes are glued onto the shirt that you were wearing. You knew that Dainsleif is a very handsome man, but seeing him shirtless, in swim trunks, with his hair slicked back, does something to you.

“Oh, I am! It’s really hot, and I am suffering.” You gave Dainsleif a pained smile and a weak thumbs up.

“Then take your shirt off! Unless you want me to do it.” Dottore says, pinning you up against the rock behind you while his hands make their way up your thighs and to the hem of Thoma’s shirt. Childe gives Dottore a fake smile before grabbing him by the shoulders and yanking him back, causing the icy blue-haired male to stumble back, shooting the ginger-haired Harbinger a death glare.

“Can’t we all just go one day without wanting to kill each other?” Heizou rolls his eyes, sitting down on the rock near your feet. You muttered a “no kidding” under your breath in response to Heizou’s question with an eye roll before letting out a loud sigh to grab the other’s attention. It looks like now is the time to reveal the custom-made bathing suit that you got for yourself. You never knew the day would come so by fast because you didn’t really think that you’d be swimming in Teyvat so soon.

“I’ll take Thoma’s shirt off, but all of you will need to turn around and not take a peek!” You said, grabbing the edge of Thoma’s shirt.

The men grumbled at your command before turning around with their bare backs facing your direction. Heizou sighs dramatically before getting up from where he sat and walking over to where the men stood, his back facing you while facing the rock in front of him. You couldn’t help but stare at each men’s bare back. Some are adorned with old and fresh scars and bruises. You bit your lip and brought yourself out of your little daydream before taking off Thoma’s shirt.

After you took Thoma’s shirt off, you were hesitant to let the men turn back around. Your bathing suit was on the more sheer side, but it does cover up some areas that need to be covered. It’s thin but not too see-through to the point where people would see everything. If people were to look very closely, they would’ve been able to see your belly button, that is, if they squint their eyes and stare very hard.

“Are you done?” Venti asks, his eyes covered by his hands. You didn’t know why he was covering his eyes with his hands when his back was facing your direction. Maybe it’s to stop himself from taking a peek?

Thoma begins to bounce in the spot where he was standing, “Can we turn around now?” Trying to fight the urge to turn around to see what type of bathing suit you were wearing to the beach.

“Yes, you may all turn around now.” You said, folding up Thoma’s shirt while the men turned to face where you stood. You walked over to your towel and placed it on your beach towel.

“Alright! Shall we finally swim… now…?” You trailed off, blinking at the way the men were staring at you.

“Archons.” Kazuha whispers, his pupils blown wide at the sight of you in your bathing suit. Kazuha covers the bottom part of his face while he examines you from head to toe. You knew that the bathing suit was on the sheer side, but to the men, it’s very transparent. But are they complaining about it? Hell no, they’re not going to complain about it!

“What are you guys staring at?” You ask, swaying on your feet while waiting for the men to reply to your question.

“Look at you, sweet thing! You’re looking quite delicious right now.” Kaeya purrs, approaching you with a sultry look in his eyes while licking his lips, ready to devour you.

“I’m sorry for staring, but I have to admire my breathtaking significant other looking so good in their swimsuit!” Childe says, walking beside Kaeya with the corners of his lips pulled up in a smirk.

“Gotta say, [Y/N] does look good in that swimsuit of theirs,” Ayato murmurs to Zhongli and Diluc, who nod their heads.

“Truly a work of art.” Zhongli clears his throat, lightly scratching his reddened cheeks to get his mind off of the fact that you were wearing a bathing suit that is quite revealing. Was he complaining about it? Kind of, because other men are ogling you, and he can’t have you for himself.

“Since when did [Y/N] have a custom bathing suit? This is news to me!” Diluc says, pulling his thick, fluffy red hair up into a high ponytail before letting his hands fall to his side.

“I can’t help but admire how their bathing suit cups the globes of their ass, making it look even more round than it already is,” Dainsleif mutters, causing the other men to turn their heads in Dainsleif’s direction slowly.

“[Y/N] has a perky ass; I’m really tempted to slap it just to watch them bounce,” Aether says, stroking his chin while his eyes were zeroed in on the globes of your ass.

“You can watch [Y/N]’s ass bounce when they’re riding me,” Pierro casually says while his eyes are scanning your body from afar, biting on his bottom lip. The men around him choke on air and saliva, giving the first Harbinger a heated glare, the one that was drilling holes into Pierro with their glare was Scaramouche. Scaramouche looked both horrified and very disgusted with what Pierro had said and implied.

“We didn’t need to hear that, Pierro.” Baizhu huffs, crossing his arms over his chest while looking away from the first Harbinger. While some men can discreetly agree that they’d like to see your ass bounce, they didn’t need a description or visual of your ass bouncing while— you know what, not even going to finish that sentence.

“The comment was uncalled for,” Albedo mutters, his face pinching up with disgust. Why did Pierro have to say that? The only person Albedo is okay with you riding was him and no one else! Well, as long as they’re not those four Harbingers.

“Can’t we just go and swim already? It’s really hot, and I am dying to feel the cool ocean water on my heated skin!” Gorou says loudly to grab everyone’s attention. You looked over at where Gorou stood while cornered to a giant rock by Kaeya and Childe.

“We’re wasting time here,” Xiao grumbles, rolling his eyes while standing close to Zhongli in the shade.

You nodded your head, “Yeah! What Gorou and Xiao said!” You squeaked, feeling yourself becoming flustered and shy while Kaeya and Childe’s hands were roaming around your body. “We should all go and swim in the waters! It’s hot, and the heat is making some of us, and by some of us, I mean me, delirious!” You gulped.

“Anything for you, gorgeous,” Pantalone says, reaching down to grab your hand and pressing a kiss on your knuckles. The two of you made eye contact; he gave you a flirtatious smile before sending a wink your way.

“Now, now, don’t fluster them any further, or else they’ll faint.” Capitano clicks his tongue in disapproval. Capitano walks over to where you were cornered before snatching you away from Kaeya, Childe, and Pantalone.

“Hey! You just can’t take [Y/N] from us!” Aether exclaims, running after Capitano with Heizou, Xiao, Gorou, Kazuha, Albedo, and Scaramouche following after him. Capitano tosses you over his shoulders, making you yelp and stare at the men with wide eyes. You opened your mouth to say something, only to be cut off by a sharp sting on your asscheeks.

“Ow!” You whined, going limp on Capitano’s shoulders while lifting your right hand up to rub the area where Capitano had slapped you.

“Did he just….” Dainsleif’s eyes widen.

“He certainly did,” Zhongli confirms, his hands tightening into fists while clenching his jaws when he heard a sharp slap echoing on the empty beach with your surprising yelp following after the smack.

“I’m going to kill him.” Diluc growls, chasing after Capitano.

“Not if I do it first, dear brother of mine!” Kaeya exclaims, running after Capitano with his sword materializing in his hands.

“Shall we start swimming now? Everyone is running to the ocean.” Baizhu says. The men left behind nod their heads before following after Baizhu toward the ocean. Capitano was about to drop you into the sea, but you quickly protested while squirming out of his hands.

“Don’t drop me in the water yet! I still want to get pictures of all twenty-two of us at the heart-shaped island!” You exclaimed, holding onto Capitano’s arms tight, hoping that he wouldn’t drop you into the cold ocean water.

“Oh, right! The island! How could we forget about that island so quickly?” Pantalone spoke up, approaching where you and Capitano were standing.

“Hand [Y/N] back to us right now, and no one gets hurt,” Xiao demanded. Capitano and Pantalone turn around, with you still in Capitano’s arm. Well, you were on his shoulders, so your ass was facing the men’s direction.

“Dear archons! How hard did you spank [Y/N]!? Their cheeks are red!” Gorou exclaims, his eyes widening in shock before glaring at Capitano, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

“If any of you step any closer, I will drop [Y/N] into the ocean,” Capitano says, pulling you off his shoulders before holding you in the air, preparing to drop you into the water.

“Wow, using me as bait, how original.” You grumbled. “But really, though, can we go to the heart-shaped island before you dunk me into the cold seawater?” You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest with a small scowl on your face.

“Alright, alright, it looks like Capitano won’t be dropping your cute ass into the water.” Dottore sighs dramatically, gesturing Capitano to put you down. Capitano walks over to the shore and places you down on the sand.

“Thank you.” You grumbled, looking around the beach for the lucky clover pinwheel that can take you to the heart island you’ve been dying to visit.

“What are you looking for?” Kazuha asks, his head tilting to the side as he gazes at you with curiosity.

“This one lucky clover spinning pinwheel thing that anemo vision holders can glide after triggering the pinwheel.” You said, rubbing your eyes.

“Isn’t there one on this island where the geo hypostasis is located?” Venti asks; you gave Venti a sad and pained smile while slowly nodding your head. You plopped onto the hot sand before laying down.

“Why are you laying on the sand? Wouldn’t it be better to lay on the beach towels instead?” Heizou asks, nudging your side gently with his barefoot.

“Leave me alone to die.” You sighed dramatically, rolling over to your side before grabbing a handful of sand and letting them fall beside your head. “There’s no way I’ll ever go to that island without having to teleport to another one.” You grumbled.

“Do not fret, little one. We’ll make the trip short and sweet.” Pierro says, pulling you up from the ground before carrying you bridal style and heading over to the waypoint.

“Hey! You’re not allowed to leave without us!” Thoma exclaims, running after the first Harbinger with the other men following close behind. After what felt like forever, you and the other twenty-one men have arrived at the heart island, finally.

You walked over to the heart and pointed at it, “Who wants to stand in this heart with me? Maybe a chest will pop up.” You step into the heart before facing everyone else with an expectant look on your face. You knew that it wasn’t a good idea to ask who was going to stand in the heart with you because you knew the men were going to fight over that spot on the heart. If they were to fight or argue over who gets to stand in the heart with you, they wouldn’t need to quarrel over it.

“I volunteer to stand in the heart with you, dearest!” Ayato says, walking over to you with a smug smile on his face.

Scaramouche rolls his eyes and grabs onto the Kamisato heir by the biceps before pulling him back with a glare. Ayato stares down at Scaramouche; an eyebrow cocked up with a questioning look on his face. As if you couldn’t sense it already, there was tension arising between the twenty-one men.

“If you want to be the first one to get into that heart with [Y/N], you might as well do it over my dead body.” Scaramouche declares.

“Ohoho! Death, you say?” Childe pops up between Ayato and Scaramouche, wearing a cocky smirk on his face.

“Guys, please, let’s not fight. I just want to take pictures and take a swim in the ocean.” You said, shoulders sagging dramatically before sitting down in the heart.

“Fine, anything for you.” Dottore coos, pinching your cheeks with an endearing smile on his face.

You smiled at Dottore shyly and grabbed onto the hand that was pinching your cheeks. The men behind Dottore all collectively scoffed in disgust and jealousy. Albedo pulls out the kamera and kamera stand, setting it three feet from where the heart was located. After placing the kamera on the stand, the men began to argue over who gets to take a picture with you first.

“I want to take a picture with [Y/N] first!”

“What! No, it should go in alphabetical order instead!”

“Alphabetical order?! What are we in elementary school or something?!”

“I believe that we should go in the order of who has met [Y/N] first when they’ve arrived at Teyvat.”

“Uh, Zhongli, that won’t be fair at all because some of us met [Y/N] later than others!”

“Then how about we go in the order of who started courting [Y/N] first.”

“Dainsleif, I get it that you’re almost as old as Zhongli, but that is the oldest thing I have ever heard.”

“That doesn’t make sense at all!” Aether nudges Heizou while giving Heizou a look.

“I mean, Aether and Dainsleif are friends, so maybe they’re both as ancient as Zhongli.”

You don’t know how many times you’ve sighed dramatically today, but you did it again anyway because these men stress you out without even trying. Perhaps taking pictures with the men by height would be best given that there are tall men and slightly shorter men.

“You know, let's start with height instead because I do not want to get any heatstrokes at all.” You said, wiping the sheen of sweat from your forehead.

“Wait, but that wouldn’t be as fair at all!” Kazuha says, looking over at the tall men with a look of displeasure on his face.

“It’ll be a group photo! Plus, after that, we can all take pictures together!” You said, smiling with satisfaction.

“But what if we want to take a picture with you individually to keep in our bedrooms for memories sake?” Kaeya asks, raising his eyebrows at you with his arms over his bare tanned chest. Archons, what a beautiful man.

“Kaeya has a point,” Xiao mutters, earning a smile from the calvary captain, who places his arm over Xiao’s head. Xiao rolls his eyes and pushes Kaeya’s arm off his head with a grumble. Kaeya laughs under his breath before crossing his arms over his bare tanned chest.

“If we all want individual memories with [Y/N], then we mustn’t fight over who gets to take a picture with [Y/N] first. It’ll take up our time at the beach, and I’m sure we all want to swim in the ocean right now because it’s quite hot outside.” Diluc says.

“Then let’s take the pictures right now before the sun starts setting,” Baizhu suggested.

You, and everyone else, thought that it taking pictures on the kamera would be pretty easy, but you were all wrong. The group photos went smoothly, surprisingly, but the individual ones of you and a certain man? That didn’t go too well. Kaeya and Diluc ended up having a small argument over who gets to take a picture with you first and said the oldest out of the two should be the ones to take a photo with you first, etc. The best part of the entire thing was when certain men wanted to do certain poses with you in the picture. You will be keeping the group photos while the men will keep their images of you and them (Zhongli will save an image of you and him, Kaeya will save the picture of you and him together, Venti will have the photograph of you and him together, etc.).

Running your hands through your hair, you ask, “You want to give me a piggyback ride in the picture?”

Thoma smiles and nods his head happily, “That’s correct! I think it’d be a cute pose for the picture.” Thoma says happily. You shrugged your shoulders and climbed onto his back with your arms over his shoulders and your legs wrapped around his waist while he grabbed onto the fat of your thighs. Albedo leans towards the kamera and looks into the lens, preparing to snap a photo of you and Thoma together. Right when Albedo was about to press the button, you leaned down and pressed a kiss on his cheeks. Thoma’s eyes widen in shock when he feels your lips pressing up against his cheeks, his face turning almost as red as the vision around his waist.

The kamera clicks, and a flash of light almost blinds Thoma. You pulled away from Thoma and got off his back before skipping over to where Albedo stood while Thoma continued to stand in the heart, his hand placed over the area where you had kissed him.

“A kiss on the cheek? How unexpected.” Pierro says, leaning up against the broken tower on the island.

Albedo hands the photo over to you; you happily grab the picture from Albedo’s grasp. “I think a little kiss makes the photo even cuter!” You said happily. You turned to Thoma and handed him the picture happily.

Albedo looks at you curiously while walking over to you from behind the camera. “I didn’t know that kissing is part of the pose options,” Albedo says softly, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I mean, it can be!” You said, twirling your hair around your fingers while smiling at Albedo innocently. Albedo looks over at one of the men, then at the kamera. Thoma jogs over to the kamera before adjusting the height and position of it, making sure to get the perfect angle of you and Albedo inside the heart.

“Try not to get too touchy with my lover,” Pantalone says, giving Albedo a fake smile.

“Your lover? Oh please, they’re our lover! Don’t be selfish now, Pantalone,” Capitano scoffs, rolling his eyes underneath his mask.

Itto and Aether eyed Capitano for a moment, their heads simultaneously tilted to the side with their eyes squinting. Itto had his chin resting on his hand while Aether had both of his hands propped up at the side of his hips. It was hot outside at Yaoguang Shaol, and yet Capitano did not take his helmet off (then again, the other Harbingers still have their masks on as well, except for Pantalone, Childe, and Scaramouche). Was it even a helmet? It’s certainly not a mask like the ones Pierro, Dottore, and Childe wears.

“What are you two staring at?” Capitano’s voice pulls Aether and Itto out from their thoughts, only to see the Harbinger looking directly at the two. Well, technically, they couldn’t exactly tell if Capitano was looking directly at them or not, so they’re just going to assume that he was looking at them.

“How are you not sweating underneath that thing?” Itto asks, gesturing to Capitano’s mask while looking at the Harbinger with interest and curiosity. Capitano scoffs softly to himself before diverting his attention elsewhere, making Itto and Aether scrunch their faces up with judgment.

“I knew that he’s intimidating and doesn’t interact with those that are considered to be “weaker” than him, but who knew that he has a stick up his ass.” Aether whispers to Itto.

“Eh, that’s just how he is.” Childe pops up between Aether and Itto with his arms thrown over both of their shoulders.

“It’s true. Not even Capitano would look in Childe’s direction when Childe admires him.” Scaramouche says, walking towards the trio with his arms tucked in the pockets of his swim trunks.

Heizou interjects, “So what I’m hearing is that he will ignore everyone that isn’t at his level or above him.” Running his hands through his auburn-magenta hair with his right hand before shielding his eyes with the same hand.

“Oh, gossiping about [Y/N]’s other significant other, are we?” Dottore chuckles. Childe, Scaramouche, Itto, Aether, and Heizou grumbled in response. Dottore snickers before walking back over to where Capitano stood.

“That’s the pose we’ll be doing!” You clapped your hands; Albedo nodded before standing in the middle of the heart with you standing in front of him.

Albedo wraps his arms around your waist and dips you down, your right arm holding onto his shoulder while your left arm is around his mid-torso. Albedo leans down and brushes the tip of his nose against yours; one hand reaches up and caresses your face in that hand. You and Albedo stared deep into one another’s eyes, your gaze falling down to Albedo’s lips before looking back up at his eyes. Albedo was staring at you intently, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. He gives you a small smile before pressing his lips against your cheeks, his lips trailing down to your jaws and to your neck. You squeaked and snorted out a laugh, your hand flying to your mouth.

“Albedo! I’m ticklish!” You whined, your face scrunching up while refraining yourself from squirming out of his grasp.

Albedo smiles against your neck before burying his face into your neck, causing you to let out a loud squeal before you break out in a laughing fit. The two of you were so caught up with one another that you and Albedo failed to hear the kamera click, nor did the both of you notice the light flashing coming from the kamera. Thoma plucks the image from the kamera and gazes at it; a small smile appears on Thoma’s face. The picture of you and Albedo is adorable. It looks candid, and the both of you didn’t seem to remember that you two were having your photographs taken. Just in your own little world, as if the both of you were the only people in Teyvat, basking in each other’s companies. Thoma walks over to you and Albedo with the picture in his hands before clearing his throat softly to grab your and Albedo’s attention. You and Albedo broke your gazes from one another before looking over at Thoma, who gave you two a stiff smile. Even though Thoma is also dating you, he couldn’t help but feel a slight sting of jealousy nipping at him. Oh, if only he could have you for himself and only himself. It wasn’t fair that he had to share you with the others, and Thoma is certain that the others felt the same way about sharing you with other people.

“Here is your picture, Albedo!” Thoma says, handing the photograph over to the chief alchemist. Albedo’s eyes brighten up before reaching over to the picture that Thoma held out for Albedo to take. Albedo slowly releases you from his grasp before looking down at the image in front of him. You peeked from his shoulders, and you couldn’t help but squeal softly.

“Aw! Look how cute we look in the picture, ‘Bedo!” You said, patting on his biceps excitedly.

“I didn’t even realize that we had our pictures taken.” Albedo chuckles, looking at you over his shoulders with a tiny smile on his face.

“Alright! Since everyone had their photos taken with [Y/N], shall we go back to Yaoguang Shoal to swim?” Baizhu asks, rubbing his hot shoulders. The twenty-two of you have been standing under the sun for so long, that you were sure that the top of your head is sunburnt. You grumbled and rubbed the top of your burning head before pressing the top of your head against someone’s back to prevent your head from burning even further. It was Gorou. Gorou jumps when he feels the top of your head pressing up against his bare back.

“Archons, [Y/N]! Your head is hot!” Gorou exclaims, turning around to look at you. You pouted and rubbed the top of your burning head while mumbling unintelligible words to yourself.

“Come on, dearest. Let’s head back to Yoaguang Shoal, and you can start swimming in the ocean.” Ayato says, wrapping his arms around your shoulders before guiding you away from the other men.

“Unless you prefer to sit in the shade to cool off before dipping your feet into the cold waters,” Zhongli says, rubbing your burning head with his hand.

“I would like both!” You reply, rubbing the back of your neck with your hand, wincing when you feel sweat gathering in that area. How long have you guys been staying at the beach anyway? It felt like hours because of how hot your head was feeling.

“Maybe we should have brought water and some snack with us to the beach,” Venti commented, rubbing his chin with his thumb and index finger while his lips were pursed.

Kazuha smiles, “Well, we can bring the abode with us anywhere we go! I’m sure we can bring the teapot out if some of us need to go on a bathroom break or snack break.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“You know, sometimes I forget that we can take the teapot wherever we go.” You grumbled, leaning up against Ayato. “But I would like to sit in the shade first before dipping my toes in the ocean. My head is burning, and I don’t know how much longer I can go with my head exposed to the heat.” You added, covering the top of your head with both of your hands.

Kaeya places his hand on the top of your head before pulling his hand away from your head quickly, “[Y/N]’s not wrong. Their head is so hot that you can cook an egg on it.” A teasing smile appears on Kaeya’s face. You gaped at Kaeya’s comment before grabbing his hand again and putting it on your head.

“You have a cryo vision! Maybe you should try to cool my head down with your cryo vision!” You suggested, looking at Kaeya expectantly.

“I don’t think that’s going to work, and he might end up freezing you entirely,” Diluc says, raising an eyebrow at you.

“You know, ‘Luc.” You said slowly, turning towards your redheaded boyfriend. “I would much prefer that than feel the heat cling to my body like a second skin.” You said, shuddering while feeling your sweaty arms. Maybe being closer to the ocean water could help you cool down. But for now, you just need to take shelter in the shade, or else your head is going to be burnt. Back at the main point of Yaoguang Shaol, you sat in the shade with Ayato and Zhongli while the other men were splashing around in the cold ocean waters. You lay on your towel and close your eyes, feeling yourself beginning to drift off to sleep while the cool and salty ocean breeze cools you down.

“You’re not going to go swim?” Dainsleif asks, sitting down in front of your feet. You cracked your eyes open and slowly sat up, stretched your arms in the air, and yawned. You plopped back down onto your towel and rubbed your eyes with the heel of your hands, mumbling something the trio couldn’t understand.

“I want to, but suddenly I don’t have any energy left in me to go and swim in the waters.” You sighed dramatically before letting out another yawn.

“Perhaps you need a little push or a guidance of some sort,” Pantalone spoke up, walking over to where you lay. You looked over at Pantalone, and you felt your breath getting caught in your throat at the sight of Pantalone. Shirtless, wearing swim trunks, seawater dripping from his hair and body. He smiles at you and combs his hair back with his hands.

“A little push and guidance?” Diluc asks, walking towards Pantalone with his arms over his chest. Diluc was also dripping from head to toe because Kaeya had dunked him into the ocean. Diluc will get his revenge soon, but not now, of course. Diluc needed to find the perfect time to get back at Kaeya for pulling that stunt.

“Yes, a little push and guidance. Show them what you mean, Pantalone.” Pierro says, walking up to your little shade area on the beach. Pantalone grabs you by the waist and tosses you over his shoulders. You squealed loudly and looked at Zhongli, Ayato, Dainsleif, Diluc, and Pierro with wide eyes.

“Pantalone! Put me down! I want to take a nap on the beach!” You said, lightly punching his bare muscular back. Pantalone smirks and walks to the ocean, his feet touching the wet sand. While you were complaining about not being able to take a nap, Pantalone proceeded to walk to the sea until he was waist-deep in the water. He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the shore, only to see twenty other men staring back at him.

“Pantalone, what are you up to?” Xiao demanded, walking away from the small group of men huddling ten feet away from where you were laying.

“Pantalone, don’t you dare!” You said while he adjusted you into his arms, cradling you in his arms.

Pantalone looks down at you with an innocent smile on his face. Oh, archons, that smile of his is dangerous. Not only did he look good, but that smile of his was a little bit unsettling. Pantalone was up to something, especially with the way he was holding you. He reaches down and caresses your cheek before brushing the apples of your cheeks with the pad of his thumbs. Before you could open your mouth to say something, Pantalone suddenly releases you from his grasp, sending you straight to the cold waters.

“[Y/N]!” The seventeen men gasped, rushing into the waters to where you were dropped in. You emerged from the water, wiping the salty water from your face, and pushed your hair away from your face before shooting the look of betrayal over in Pantalone’s direction. The men froze in their spot, looking at you with their mouths agape. You didn’t notice the way all of the men froze and stared at you like a fish out of water.

“Pantalone, you ass!” You scowled, swatting at his biceps. “Out of twenty-one of you, I don’t think I can trust you again after the stunt you just pulled!” You said, wringing the water out of your hair while walking back to shore.

“Aw, come on, muffin! Don’t be mad at daddy, now!” Pantalone chuckles, following after you.

“What the fuck did he just call himself?” Childe whispers to Scaramouche, and the two trade looks of horror with one another before their faces scrunch up in disgust.

“I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear Pantalone call himself ‘daddy.’” Scaramouche’s face scrunches up in disgust, holding himself back from gagging.

“I think that’s what Parakeet wants [Y/N] to call him,” Itto whispers loudly, looking mildly disturbed and traumatized.

“I believe that calling Pierro ‘grandpa’ will suit him more than ‘daddy,’” Aether whispers, covering his mouth with his hands while trying to act casual.

“Right because the first Harbinger is too old to be called daddy.” Heizou snorts.

“Mayhaps calling him ‘ancestor’ suits him more than ‘grandpa’ and ‘daddy.’” Thoma mused, stroking his chin.

Ayato runs up to you and wraps your towel around your body, and shoots a glare at the others who wouldn’t stop ogling you. Zhongli rushed you to the shade and made sure that you didn’t hurt yourself or accidentally ingest the ocean water.

Dottore walks up to you, Ayato, and Zhongli with a teasing smile on his face. “Why are you covering [Y/N] so suddenly? Surely, they must’ve liked the cool temperature of the ocean water!” He quirks up an eyebrow at the three of you.

“Their swimsuit was see-through.” Ayato hisses, tightening his grip on the towel that was wrapped around your shivering body.

“Wasn’t it already see-through?” Pierro asks, standing in front of you, Dottore, Ayato, and Zhongli. The way he towers over the four of you was intimidating, and the way he was looking at you sent chills down your spine.

“The swimsuit was slightly transparent until [Y/N] was dropped into the ocean.” Zhongli glares at Pierro, standing close behind you with both of his hands on your shoulders. Venti stands in between you and Pierro, giving the first Harbinger a wary look, his eyebrows narrowing. Venti reaches behind him and grabs onto your cold hands. You couldn’t tell if it was you that was shaking or if it was Venti that was shaking.

Venti turns to you and gives you a gentle smile, “Let’s go to the shade and have you warm up. I bet you’re freezing.” Venti brushes your rough hair to the side. You nod your head and let Ayato, Venti, and Zhongli escort you to where you were previously lying before Pantalone came along to snatch you up and drop you into the cold waters.

“Venti,” You spoke up softly; Venti turned to look at you with a cute smile. Ah, so you weren’t hallucinating at all. There was a strange mark on Venti’s face, along with the other shorter men whom you’re dating.

“Yes, Windblume?” He coos softly, squeezing your hands lightly while guiding you to your designated area under the shades.

“Why do you, Xiao, Albedo, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Gorou, Aether, and Heizou have that mark on your faces?” You poked his left cheek while staring at the said mark.

“The eight of them were having a little competition to see who, out of the eight of them, would survive in the wilderness,” Zhongli spoke up.

“Who’s winning so far?” You ask Venti.

“Me, of course!” Venti boasts.

“Well, that’s a load of boar shit.” Xiao blurts out, rolling his eyes. You snorted and covered your mouth with your unoccupied hand. Hearing those words coming out of Xiao’s mouth completely blindsided you, but it was one of the funniest things you’ve heard him say out loud.

“We haven’t gotten far in our competition because of that Harbinger that has dropped you into the ocean,” Kazuha says, pressing his warm hands up against your cold cheeks.

“But if we’re being honest, I’m winning the competition so far,” Gorou interjects, his ears twitching with happiness and pride. You smile at Gorou and reach up to scratch behind his ears, making him perk up and lean into your touch while smiling in ecstasy. Perhaps after today, you’ll choose to find a swimsuit that won’t rile the other men up too much, but you’re not sure if you’d be allowed to go to the beach again after this, especially if the other four Harbingers are tagging along.

Note: Huhuhu not my best work, that's for sure 😭 This story has caused me so much distress; I'm not even kidding. It's not like I hate the request; I made it hard for myself 💀 You all may view the fic differently from how I view it, but it's not my best work, in my most honest opinion. But anyway, solo character fic is coming out next week! It's a fic that I have been trying to make and post since March 2022, but I never got to type it down! ;v; For those who are new or returning readers, but please keep in mind that I ONLY post on my Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and my AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Nowhere else except Tumblr and AO3!

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ctinalk · 2 months

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Season two isn’t (fully) real, it’s a peaceful, fragile existence

The more I rewatch the show and read different theories, the more convinced I get that S2 is some sort of elaborate dream sequence or a distraction or memory alteration attempt (Neil’s chaotic angsty ineffable husbands fanfic?). But not all of it.

(This gets kind of rambly so if you want my true hook, scroll down to the Michael Sheen Staged gif.)

Let me make this perfectly clear on the outset: I don’t think all of it is a dream, and I certainly don’t think the final 15/kiss is or is going to be discounted (and not only because there would be literal riots in the street, because there absolutely would be, but also I’m putting trust in Neil and the team wholeheartedly). I think that could actually be the domino that brings them out of it. I read somewhere recently something along the lines of “something loved can never be truly forgotten” and I think that fits my theory perfectly. I’m also making no claims (yet) as to what I think is real and what I think is “enhanced”.

Also I apparently am either too far deep or cannot work the tumblr search function with any modicum of usefulness, so please link me to the posts I’m alluding to if you think it’s the right one. I will edit them in and sincerely apologize to the brilliant minds that exist outside the confines of the search function.

Now, On with the show:

You can be in charge of the biscuits

Maggie and Nina: Look, I get that recasts happen, they change the actor playing the character because of scheduling conflicts, etc. But to cast the actor/actress that is immediately recognizable from a prior interaction (whether with the characters or the audience) is not something you see. FFS Maggie DIED in S1, and Nina was pivotal (maybe too strong a word, but enough to be memorable surely) to the storyline. It’s like someone said “Hey, they’ll work, bring em in, no I don’t care that they were in S1. It’ll be a test of how well our facade is working. If they (A&C) notice, then the gig is up and we’ll know it.”

Also why in the world is the owner of a coffee shop offering Eccles cakes to calm down, when camomile tea is right there? (Resists the urge to go off on a tangent on how Eccles cakes were used to celebrate the “Eccles wakes” at the feast of St. Mary (yes that Mary) and how that ties into the second coming plot.) Do Eccles cakes count as biscuits? Ugh another thought for another day I suppose.

It has come to my attention during writing that Shax is the same actress as Madame Tracy. I have less of an affront to this knowledge since I’m 2 months deep and countless rewatches in and only just noticed. But I’m going to pop it in this header anyway. Are you really trying to tell me that a show that apparently has demon entrances happening precisely on the 6s really didn’t think these choices out very deliberately? (Edit 3: https://www.tumblr.com/noneorother/735823422626709504/the-secret-timeline-inside-of-good-omens-season-2 JFC why can I never find the blogs when I want to insert them? It was a breakdown about how all of the demon entrances happen at a 00:00 that ends in a 6.)

Yours very faithfully, Maggie

Text to mail disconnect: There’s been a theory pop up (at the time one writing this at least (edit 2: https://www.tumblr.com/azariah-z-fell/743434274903048192/it-is-extra-weird-because-it-is-on-the-record) that Maggie actually texted Aziraphale her request to talk, and it was magically translated into a physical form, and the spelling error (that so many people are shouting DEMON at) was just an autocorrect typo. But, surely Maggie would know he doesn’t text if she knew him for several years at least. We’ve never seen either of our boys text, only call. Seems like someone doesn’t know how phones work, but wanted to get the message received? See also: currency, below.

You ever think, what’s the point?

Numerous people have pointed out the same obvious background people. There are theories about the guy in the Hawaiian shirt being the second coming or something similar. I wonder if it’s some sort of play on a badly executed attempt to make Wickber Street seem “normal” in an alternate reality, an elaborate distraction, but they have to keep using the same character models because their imagination is just slightly better than Shadwells’ (Oh gfdi how did I miss Mrs. sandwich right there). I’m not saying we haven’t done a “oh oops silly me I forgot something” but that isn’t usually done in the middle of a sidewalk. When Aziraphale is initially talking to Jim with the blanket, there’s a guy just chugging his arms outside the window, not walking. Another one in E3 when Shax show up outside the shop, a guy in an orange sweatshirt passes in the background, then passes again, and not close enough in time/area to just be the continuation of the walk. Especially in the early episodes, there are veritable conveyer belts of people, straight lines, no trying to pass, etc. I’m trying to look at the background in S1 and while there are still tons of people, the background is… livelier. People passing, shoving past, actually going places.

“I’m looking at the statue of Gabriel.” “Oh, good job?”

Aziraphale basically learns fuck-all when he makes the trip to Edinburgh. Granted, I do believe most of that was to make the Bentley “our car”, but so many things are out of character. The no drink, the over-the-top “investigation” (as awkward as he is, Aziraphale knows how to act more normally than that with humans), the background on the drive up there…

All the others were taken (random collective thoughts)

Somehow ALL the businesses on the street are different from Season 1?

A normal person would have moved out of the rain instead of just lolling there letting raid splatter their glasses, yeah? (As a person with glasses I can confirm).

“We have all the hosts of hell searching for him” cue Crowley looking around like then why the fuck are there still demons around me?

The cross disappearing from the Gabriel statue between shots.

“I’m a bit out of miracles” and “that’s not how miracles work” from the guy who got written up for too many frivolous miracles.

I have here a sixpence and a farthing There’s always money in the banana stand

The lack of (accurate?) paid transactions seems like whoever is pulling the strings has no concept of earthly money and how it’s supposed to work, just that it exists. Crowley and Aziraphale talk bluntly about poverty and know that money is needed and used in current society (“Give her the money, Angel”, Rome, Globe Theatre, 1941 magic shop, etc.). Could be a “let’s not get lost in the trivialities” thing but it does strike me as odd. Caveat: Aziraphale forgiving the rent doesn’t quite fit, but cost of the record is obscenely low.

But this does give me hope about the 3rd 1941 flashback, because they were using money accurately there, which hopefully means the flashbacks and memories aren’t being altered, just “present day”.

We’re real people

One of the overarching themes in Season 2 (and S1 now I think of it) is “stop interfering in the lives of other people”. Maggie and Nina, Job, Elspeth, the entire dance party, Warlock, the book of prophecy. It would be a shame if someone were to make sure I failed to be messing about in their own lives.

I had brothers, you don’t scare me

Something happened just before Maggie told them to “Come in here and say that to my face.” Another demonic turn potential here, but also kind of like someone’s saying “FFS get on with the plot”.

The book of love has music in it

This post https://www.tumblr.com/noneorother/731977308306636800/all-the-music-you-didnt-hear-the-good-omens (finally, one I can find!) popped up, and there’s another one that purports to have noticed that there’s music lines missing from the opening sequence (edit 1: Found it!: https://www.tumblr.com/dadesu/726651737165938688/anyone-noticed-the-missing-half-bar-in-good-omens ). Possibly Clueing us in that there’s something that’s missing elsewhere (I mean obviously, that’s the whole point of this season, is it not?).

So where do we go from here?

As much as I’d love to say “Alright so the kiss breaks the spell whoever was put over them because of ✨the power of love✨, the ruse will be revealed, and they’re not talking because they don’t have to”

I don’t know, my thoughts are just the overarching patterns I’ve noticed over many, many rewatches and probably reading a few too many magic trick theories and/or fanfics. I don’t intentionally make my theory posts open-ended, but in the end that’s the fun of it. Nothing has to be mutually exclusive (yes I’m referencing my “Is Crowley already the new Supreme Archangel” post, I think I’m allowed that much). I’m happy to be proven wrong, and probably will be.

Lots of things are wrong right now

But I will leave you with one parting thought: Crowley knows. He knows there’s furniture missing. (That’s why he keeps just tossing things everywhere, because he know it doesn’t matter.)

And he. Does not. Care. For it.

How many theories that I myself hate can I dig into?

I’m a demon, I lied:

#good omens season 2 #good omens #good omens theories #crowley #aziraphale

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entomolog-t · 1 month

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Hey! I’ve been a fan of G/T content for quite a while, but I’ve mostly stuck to Deviantart&Wattpad. Pretty recently I decided to create a Tumblr account in an attempt to find more content, and I’ve been amazed by how interactive the community is here! However, I noticed something that I find pretty weird, and just wanted to get an opinion from someone who seems to be a pretty active member of the community, at least from what I’ve seen.

In all the posts I’ve seen, I’ve never seen VR mentioned even once. I might just not be looking in the right place, but I just found it weird. I’ve been an avid VRChat player for a while, and having spent a large amount of time there I noticed the potential it holds for genres like G/T. I was expecting to find at least a single mention of it somewhere here, but I never have. I see lots of posts from both sides of G/T that mention something like, “I really wish I could just hold/be held by someone, etc.” and, well, I’ve had experiences like that. I’ve fallen asleep and woken up in a friend’s hands before. I’ve had friends sitting/standing on my shoulder. They don’t even know this community exists, these interactions just happen naturally.

I just want to share some of the experiences I’ve had, and when I went looking, nobody here seemed to know it was even possible. So yeah, that’s what finally motivated me to interact directly with the community. To at least let someone know that it is possible, and far more accessible than most seem to realize.

I’ll also make a standard post, but considering the fact that I’m a very new account I don’t expect many to see it. Thus why I messaged directly. I know this was a bit of a ramble, I'm still a little nervous about finally interacting with something I've only passively watched for quite a long time. So thanks for taking the time to read through, and I’d love to hear your opinion on why it isn’t mentioned, or anything else you wanna say! Take care out there!

OH! This is quite the interesting ask!! I may not be the best person to answer as I am far from techie.

First off, that sounds incredibly fun! I've only ever tried VR with an escape room - which oddly enough had a silly sizey experience; There was an issue with the calibration or something on one of the headsets and a friend who's just a little over 5ft had their in game avatar show up ballpark around 7ft tall.

I love that g/t seems to happen naturally with your interactions too! I'd love to hear more!

Now for the meat of the question- why isn't this mentioned? Again, keep in mind, I'm no techie or avid gamer so this is really biased towards myself. In no particular order,

Age

Price point

Tech Difficulty

Privacy

Missing sensations

My first guest would be age. I myself am in my mid/late twenties, and just never really grew up with that kind of tech, so theres just a lack of knowledge and not more than a passing interest in it. I think with age there also comes issues with free time, though I'll speak on that more with privacy. I think in general there tends to be a perception that VR chat rooms have a lot of minors (whether this is true or not, I have no clue, but as an adult that is a concern).

My second guess would be price point. Now, again, I am not a tech wiz, so I really don't know too well what would be a good headset (if any ol' cheap one would work, or if the oculus is the way to go), but I know the well known headsets are not at all cheap, and do also require a something to run them on (from my understanding thats just a good enough gaming pc? I have no clue.) Basically, there is a monetary component at play.

Thirdly would be tech difficulty. Some people are just bad at technology, and don't want to learn a new form of it.

Now privacy is what I would think is a big factor- and not online privacy. Roommates, siblings, spouses, family- if someone lives with another person they may not be comfortable being seen interacting on VRchat (especially with how paranoid some of us get with g/t), and then finding alone time is just an absolute pain with work, school, clubs, responsibilities etc.

Lastly, I think some people are hesitant about the missing sensations. Essentially, "who cares if all I can do is see it, I want to feel it." I think for some people it may have the opposite effect, and the degree of realism mixed with the very obviously "not real" cues could be more upsetting- being so close to having something you fantasize about but being reminded its not actually real.

Those are just my thoughts- and I hope others will add some of their own! This is quite the interesting topic and I'd love to hear more about it! As I mentioned earlier, I have very limited experience with VR, but from what little experience I did have it was a ton of fun! I feel like VRchat could be something a lot of people in the community could enjoy if they knew more/had access to it.

#Whew #Long one #I have no clue if I'm accurate about this one #I am a hick who has very limited tech knowledge #I am a whiz with spreadsheets #Thats about it #g/t community

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kyogre-blue · 1 month

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Hey so, I wanted to let your know that I really love your Naruto: Dashing Rescue fic. It's one of my all times fave time travelling fic. I still have the tumblr tag followed lol it's a lil reminder to self to reread whenever I come across it in the 'followed tag' section

I don't ever if you ever confirmed that it's abandoned work or not, I was wondering if you had anything to share about naruto rescue? Maybe your thoughts while writing it or scraps. Maybe not, it's been years also

Anyways, the main purpose was that I wanted to let you know that I really love your writing and a lot of your old works (oh khr too! but esp Dashing Rescue). You were an author that made me smile whenever I see your name as a teen learning about fandoms and searching out fics. I really enjoyed reading a lot of your works!

(Dumb me refresh the page before sending so I had to retype that twice and ahh I realised this got long. My bad)

Wow, that's really nice to hear. I'm glad that you enjoyed those fics! Looking at the dates, it's been almost 10 years since I posted that particular one... hard to believe.

Time travel has always been one of my most favorite fic tropes, and Naruto was really great for those because we had so many time periods, each with their own cast. The possibilities were endless.

For Dashing Rescue, I can see I posted three parts. I dug up my old doc, but there isn't much in it past those. I think I considered part 3 a good stopping point, though it looks like I wrote about a page of part 4 and outlined a few general ideas after that. I'll add that under the cut, in case you're curious.

Aside from that, the only thing I recall is that was using the movies for material and visual inspiration, but that part was probably obvious.

Anyway, thank you again for this really sweet ask. I really appreciate it ^o^

Title: Dashing Rescue

Part IV: Sand and Black Iron

Summary: AU, time travel. Finding himself in the past, Naruto has so far managed to hold back the tide of the Third Shinobi World War. That proves increasingly difficult as the Sandaime Kazekage goes missing.

~.~.~

“Thanks for agreeing to see us, Jiji,” Kushina said, bowing deeply in complete contradiction to her impolite way of addressing the Hokage — she had picked it up from Naruto. Next to her, Minato did the same. Both of them spared a glance at Sakumo, who was also waiting in the Hokage’s office and greeted them with a friendly nod.

“This is about Naruto, isn’t it?” Sarutobi guessed, setting aside his brush to give them both his full attention.

It had been two years since Naruto became an official member of the Uzumaki clan, and thus Konoha. That time had been plenty for the Sandaime to start feeling like he was going grey under his hat.

Especially after Naruto took off for Suna a few months ago and refused to come back, despite the many diplomatically worded but rather displeased messages Sarutobi received from Suna. He just hoped that whatever this was didn’t turn out to be an international incident.

“Yeah,” Kushina said bluntly. “He, uh, sent me a message.”

Or rather, he and Kushina had set about abusing the fact that they held two halves of a single bijuu, which could communicate with each other regardless of distance or circumstances. Kurama had been nothing resembling pleased at being used as an elaborate communication system, but agreed to relay urgent messages in exchange for Kushina changing the form of confinement she used on her half. She still had no idea how Naruto managed to sweet-talk the bijuu into it from his side.

“The Kazekage’s disappeared,” Kushina relayed, “but Naruto thinks he has a lead, and he wants help tracking the person responsible.” He had been increasingly evasive about what exactly he knew or at least suspected, and why, but Kushina didn’t mention that. Naruto got like that sometimes.

Still not used to these sorts of things, especially stated so baldly out of nowhere — the Kazekage, really? — Sakumo choked a little, but quickly swallowed his surprise. The Sandaime simply closed his eyes and sighed. International incident didn’t begin to cover it.

“With the Kazekage has gone missing, it’s naturally a very urgent request,” Minato added. “I might be able to expedite the journey there, if I can be assigned to the team.”

Kushina nodded sharply. “And I can file the mission request for him,” she offered.

“There is no need for that,” Sarutobi said, forcing down the urge to massage the bridge of his nose. “I will offer our services to Suna as a peace gesture.”

“Who will you send?” Sakumo asked, as he finally processed what he had heard.

“Sakumo-sempai, perhaps you could…?” Minato suggested. After all, there was no doubt about who possessed the best tracking skills in the village.

Sakumo shook his head. “That would be a terrible idea. They hate me there,” he summed up. “I was on the Suna front during the Second War, and…”

There was no need to continue. That was where Sakumo gained his fame — and notoriety, upon a path of corpses. He didn’t regret what he had done for Konoha’s sake, but war bred hatred in a vicious cycle. Back then, he had been the same, hating his enemies for what had been done to his comrades and paying back with the same in turn.

“Sending me would be more like a declaration of war than a peace gesture,” Sakumo concluded.

“It would not send the correct message, and would be a complication in itself,” Sarutobi agreed. “Unfortunately, most of the others who would be my second choice are out of the village and won’t be able to return quickly enough. Do you have a recommendation, Sakumo?”

Frowning, the man looked out the window across the village. There was more at stake than first appeared — a situation like this, involving a Kage, no less, could easily deteriorate quickly and violently. So far, they had just barely managed to avoid the outbreak of another war, but the balance was delicate at best. If Suna faltered, it wouldn’t take Iwa long to strike. And then...

On the other hand, this was Konoha’s chance to build a strong alliance with Suna. It would put the Suna council, and possibly even their Kage, in Konoha’s debt. They would be able to present a united front against Iwa, and further strengthen their position with Kumo as well.

A chance to bury the ills of the previous war…

“Kakashi,” Sakumo said, startling the others. “I recommend Kakashi.”

“Sakumo, are you sure?” Sarutobi asked, his brow furrowing as he sat forward and studied his old comrade.

“I’m sure. Kakashi has been a chuunin for four years now. He lacks experience, but his skills are top notch. His nose rivals mine, he’s observant and analytical, and he can call on one of our summons to assist him,” Sakumo explained.

The pride was clear in his voice. Minato, as Kakashi’s jounin teacher, nodded in agreement, though he also still appeared surprised by the choice.

“And… This is our chance to bury the grudges of the past. We have to take the first step. What better way to prove that we trust Suna and are serious about this alliance?” Sakumo smiled. “And I trust Minato and Naruto to keep him safe, should something go wrong.”

“...I won’t let anything happen to him,” Minato promised, recovering first.

Sarutobi took several moments longer to consider the suggestion. Finally, he nodded. “Very well,” he said. “Then I will dispatch Minato and Kakashi to Suna in all haste.”

“What? I want to go too! We’ll be a four-man team then!” Kushina protested.

While Sarutobi tried to think of some subtle way to tell her that the Kyuubi jinchuuriki wasn’t going to be allowed off into a foreign village, which could very well turn unstable at any moment, all without letting Sakumo know the situation, Minato quickly spoke up, “I don’t think I could take you that far,” he said apologetically. “Kakashi and myself will already be difficult…”

Kushina eyed him dubiously. Even though she was one of the few who understood the theoretical underpinnings of Hiraishin, she didn’t have the experience to judge how much and how far Minato could teleport.

Theoretically, Hiraishin’s chakra cost depended on the size and weight of what he was teleporting, though there were some specific caveats regarding distance and the placement of the seals — it all depended on how you went about it.

Kushina was right to distrust him. Minato might have still been able to manage another person, but at least this way there was a legitimate reason for her to stay in Konoha.

But she didn’t call him out on it. “He better come home after this,” she said instead. “It’s been months.”

Minato nodded sharply. “I’ll bring him back once we’re done.” Even if it meant a quick ambush.

“I’ll let Naruto know you’re coming,” Kushina said, and both the young jounin took their leave.

Left alone with Sakumo, Sarutobi shot the other man a considering look. “Are you sure about this?” he asked. “I have no doubt Minato and Naruto will protect him to the best of their ability,” and that ability was really quite impressive, “but you don’t have to risk Kakashi on this. We can send someone else.”

aaaaaa

///////The Third World War was put off, but relations are rough, especially when the Kazekage suddenly goes missing. (Minato is eighteen, Kakashi is ten, and Naruto is twenty one.)

Naruto knows that the true cause is Sasori. He talks to Chiyo and takes off, with Minato and Kakashi following. Chiyo suggested that Sasori would have gone to the old Rouran ruins.

Naruto asks Sakumo to make Konoha into a village that never abandons even one of its people.

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Timeline

Naruto arrives 21 yrs pre-series, 25 yrs pre-Shippuden, 10 yrs before he was born.

Part I, Kumo's kidnapping attempt Minato, Kushina — 13 Kakashi — 5 Naruto — 16

(Part II — 3 years in between)

Part III, Sakumo's mission Minato, Kushina — 16 Kakashi — 8 Naruto — 19

Part IV, Kazekage abducted Minato, Kushina — 18 Kakashi — 10 Naruto — 21 Sasori — 15

Kannabi Bridge, old timeline Minato, Kushina — 20 Kakashi — 12

Kyuubi attack, old timeline Minato, Kushina — 22 Kakashi — 14

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Title: Dashing Rescue

Part IV: Bare Your White Fangs

Summary: AU, time travel.

The Third War almost breaks out when people with bloodlines start to go missing,

Pakura from Suna, Gari from Iwa, Toroi from Kumo, and Mei from Kiri.

Obito gets kidnapped by Hiruko, Orochimaru's childhood friend and assistant.

Orochimaru is disgraced for his support and participation in the research.

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Title: Dashing Rescue

Part V: Rose-tinted Dawn

Summary: AU, time travel.

Jiraiya gets word of his old students being in trouble and asks Naruto to look into it. It's Madara confrontation time.

Minato and Kushina get trapped in a genjutsu world where Naruto is their son, and blond. It's really weird for them.

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Because the third war never happens, Minato is not nearly as famous. Orochimaru is not a Yondaime candidate either. Instead, Sakumo takes it.

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#asks #Naruto Rescue AU

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sissybabycucksophia · 2 years

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🥵🥵The Holiday Part 1🥵🥵

(This story is complete fiction and although i may desperately wish it isn’t, there is no fact or real world experience behind this story)

It had been 4 weeks since I willingly submitted myself to feminisation, diaper bondage and willingly gave up 24 hours of my life and dignity because another sissy told me too. That day after, cumming, pissing and shitting into the pink Disney princess diapers I had laid there in that state crying with embarrassment and contemplating what came next. Eventually I freed myself, hid everything back in the box and released myself from the chastity cage and naturally masturbated several times to the thought of the predicament i just put myself in.

Eventually though I returned to normal life on the Monday and tried to pretend it never happened… until that Tuesday when my phone lit up with a message from Daddy or Sissy Natalie. Nervously I opened the message to see… “Hey there my little baby Jade! So you should know I’ve edited the 24 hour footage of your thrilling weekend and frankly i felt it was far to good to only be seen by me…. So now i’ve posted it on my tumblr and claimed you as my sissy baby cuck!!!” Scrabbling to find the video i found it and again began to cry and become hard as i watched my pathetic self bondage and self feminisation.

I tried to beg daddy to take it down but he simply found my pathetic pleas funny and cute. However for 4 weeks i endured Message after message from mommy doms and daddy doms trying to steal me from Daddy Natalie. I hadn’t intended on being sissy Natalie’s sub let alone a big black alpha dom who only wanted a sissy diaper baby so he could get Bj’s whenever he pleased without resistance!. Eventually after 4 weeks and after countless discussions with Daddy about how i craved demoralisation, helplessness, complete lack of freedom and complete control over my regression I received a message that would change everything.

“Ok my little baby princess, heres how its gonna go. Your going to take 2 weeks off work, buy a plane ticket on the most budget, uncomfortable, poor service, smallest plane you can from Scotland to America, ill send you cloths to wear on the plane, you’ll be prohibited from using the aeroplane toilet and you’ll have to be diapered. You’ll book a room in the dingy motel round the corner from my house then we’ll spend your two week vacation making you the biggest sissy diaper baby faggot cuck ever! This is non negotiable!😈 I’ll send you the package with everything you must wear on the plane, once you have the package I expect you on a flight within days of its arrival…… Im going to have so much fun with you Princess!😈”

So with that I waited patiently and after a week a package arrived just as Daddy said it would. Opening the box in my room, I sat on the floor opening the flaps of the box and as i saw the supplies within a wave of pure fear and embarrassment crossed over me. Reaching into the box i began to take stock of the outfit daddy had constructed for me to wear on the flight, first i was surprised to find lots of long hair extensions which matched my natural hair colour, another large pack of Disney princess disposable diapers, locking plastic diaper cover panties, a box of pink heart shaped padlocks, 3 pink baby bottles, a Pink foam breast form filled bra, a pink puffy sleeved and knee length playsuit with matching pink mittens with locking rings on the mittens and playsuit, an oversized Maxi length pink puffer jacket a pair of bright pink ugg boots, a pacifier attached too a thick sparkly pink strap and finally a note…

“Ok Jade, your clock starts now! Firstly book a ticket on the first flight out of Scotland! Once booked send me proof!. Next you will go to a woman’s salon and tell them you want them to secure as much of these extensions as possible and style them in the most girly way possible! Next shave every inch of your body again! Bring only a small case with a maximum of 3 days worth of male cloths, you won’t be needing them! Now for the travel, i’ve worked it out, your flight will be 8 hours as such you will wear 4 diapers, the locking plastic panties, the foam breast form bra, the playsuit, the Ugg boots and the jacket too the airport and through security! Once on the plane you WILL find the nearest large black man and you will ask him to help you! You’ll take out the heart shaped padlocks and as him to padlock your mittens on your wrists, put a padlock through the locking rings of your play suit and for him to keep the keys to these all flight! You WILL tell him you a pathetic sissy baby who needs an adults supervision and ask him to speak for you, you’ll tell him i want you watching nothing but princess shows and movies on your seat-back entertainment and you’ll ask him to secure your paci gag and lock it on too. I’ve written a feeding schedule on the back of the note which you will ask him to subject you too. For 8 hours i want you drinking a bottle of water every 30 minutes, i have packed 8 packets of Happy Baby baby food which you’ll ask the black man to take out your paci and feed you every hour! You’ll also make it clear to him at the beginning of the flight if he wants to feed you his cum mixed in any of the food or drink he can but your a sexless cuck who is not allowed sexual pleasure or release of any kind, tell him he’s allowed to spank you, cuddle you, humiliate you and control you however! You will not attempt to remove your playsuit or diapers for any reason! You will piss, shit and squirt cummies in those diapers!. Should a flight attendant or security challenge your diapered state i have enclosed a forged doctors note stating you have serious bowel and bladder issues and this flight is you travelling to a specialist to rectify the problem! NEVER REMOVE THOSE DIAPERS! Or I promise you missy! You wont like daddy’s reaction, now princess hop too it, ps daddy loves you xxx”

Reading the note aloud my eyes began to water as fear and embarrassment rushed through my mind, what was i to do! On one hand I wanted to cry and felt the demoralising feeling of what all that would bring but on the other i felt to turned on by daddy’s note that i was oozing precum. Like the submissive little coward i am… i booked a flight almost straight away… hell as if all that daddy wanted me to do wasn’t bad enough i even paid more to book a seat which backed onto the airplanes toilet so i could watch all the normal people walk past to go to the toilet. Sending daddy the ticket confirmation for a flight in 2 days time all i received back from Natalie was “😈 good little princess😈”.

The next day I grabbed the mass of hair extensions and covered up in a baggy hoodie and went to a woman’s salon 2 hours from my house. Walking in the receptionist said “oh i’m sorry sir we don’t cut mens hair” looking at the extensions in my hand and the embarrassment on my face the receptionist then presumed i was trans🏳️‍⚧️ and not just a pathetic sissy. Getting up from her seat she put her arm around me and guided me to a less visible seat at the back of the salon where she took the extensions and then personally began to work on me. “This is a totally safe space for women like you sweetheart, theres nothing to be embarrassed about! Whats your true name precious?” She asked as she expertly began securing the extensions and destroying any masculinity i had. What should i do? If i tell her I’m just a pathetic loser turned on by embarrassment and feminisation against my will she’ll out me to everyone here!? So i had to lie, shame filled me as i simply answered, “uhm I ehm go by Jade” i said using my sissy name. “Adorable hun absolute adorable! Tell you what? Whats your favourite colour sweetheart?” To which my pathetic sissy brain replied with hesitation “pink”. Much to my horror once done with the extension, the woman not only styled them in a manner far more feminine than my short hair but proceeded too then do up my face with 72 hour lasting pink make up!. Eventually after paying and her giving me the most shame inducing pep talk I headed home.

Finally the next day came and i awoke to realise the extensions and make up were still very much in place, whimpering i began to get ready. Laying out the diapers i once again slathered my penis and balls in the numbing cream daddy gave me last time just too cuck myself even more, then i lay down and one by one imprisoned my sissy clitty behind fluffy layer after fluffy layer of thick puffy princess diapers. Once four were on i encased them in the locking plastic panties and secured the foam breast form filled bra, standing in front of my room mirror i ran my hand up and down the front of my diapered crotch as i squeezed and fondled my fake breasts, with no sensation in my crotch and completely unable to feel my rock hard clitty I whimpered as i lifted the bra and slid clothes pegs up and clipped them to my nipples and lay the foam down tight against the pegs. Playing with my fake breasts now i moaned as i felt the pegs tug at my nipples with the movement of my fake breasts. Catching a glimpse of myself moaning in the mirror i hung my head in shame and continued to get dressed. Pulling the playsuit up i felt the tight elasticated legs stop above my knee then the tight feeling around my crotch as the playsuit tightly formed round my diapers, then the feeling of it brushing across my chest as i slid my ams into the arm holes where i again felt the elastic pinch around my upper bicep creating puffy shouldered short sleeves. Finally I struggle to zip the playsuit up but eventually I was enclosed, sliding my feet into the Uggs and enclosing myself in the jacket I zipped the jacket up tight to under my chin to hide my infantile state if dress. Looking in the mirror I was humiliated as all i saw was what looked like an overgrown teenage girl from the early 2000’s. With baby supplies in my hand luggage and the small male cloths suitcase I then took a bus ride too the airport, it was terrifying feeling the eyes of Junkies, real men, woman and children bore into me with every stop of the bus but eventually we reached the airport and as I disembarked a man tried to grab my ass through the jacket but as he squeezed my heavily diapered ass my heart stopped as he then grabbed my arm and said “hey sweet cheeks what you got under there!” To which I cried “Get off me! Please don’t touch me!”. The man instantly let go looking around himself to see that he didn’t look bad and said “jeez dont come out looking so innocent and fuckable then if you aren’t asking for it!” But by that time i’d ran into the terminal building terrified, infact I’d gotten such a fright i was unaware my completely numb little clitty had leaked pee into my diaper. As quickly as possible i checked in my bag and got through security, naturally i had some awkward questions to answer and even presented daddys forged doctors letter.

Still shaken i walked through duty free then sat patiently at the gate on the phone too daddy, messaging back and forth I tried desperately to chicken out. “Daddy im sorry but I can’t do this! Im a man! I wont just ask a random black man too control me for 8 hours! Please let me go home and flight out another day as a man!!” To which daddy was quite clear, “Look jade daddy loves you ok so hear me when i say this….. i dont care what you think ok boo boo? Why don’t i care? Because your a baby sweatheart, your to pathetic and submissive and helpless to be an adult and your far too weak and feminine to be a man so daddy is doing you the mercy of taking control! Now be a good girl and send daddy a self right now in the terminal building so i know your doing what I’ve asked!” So without hesitation I pathetically took a selfie and sent it to daddy. Just as i did the plain began to board, with every step from the gate to my seat my stomach churned thinking about the men that might be sat around me that i’d have too ask to dominate me for the flight i hoped and prayed it was a family man who’d be appalled and try to help set me free but i knew that was very unlikely. Boarding i took my seat at the very back of the plane and sat in the window seat with the toilet block behind me, i watched and watched as the two seats next to me remained empty all the way through boarding and blushed heavily with embarrassment as people stared me up and down.

Thinking i was in luck, my heart sunk as the last passenger to get on the plane was a 6’5 foot tall black man, with arms like tree trunks, a shaved head and dressed in loose fitting shorts and a tight tshirt which showed his adonis physique. “S’up” he said in a deep and scary voice, I simply looked down at my lap and rested my hands on the lap on my long jacket trying to keep the jacket from revealing anything. ‘Oh my god why him!? Hes going to either kill me for being a creep or dominate me without even thinking about it’ i thought in my head as tears of sheer embarrassment came to my eyes. Not looking up I remember head lowered and hands tightly holding the jacket down all the way through take off, until eventually we levelled out and the seatbelt sign went out.

‘You’ve got to get used to doing what daddy tells you! After all, 2 weeks of his instruction, if you can’t follow this one he’ll be angry’ i told myself in my head as I suddenly plucked up the courage to stand up and remove my jacket revealing to the plane my pathetic Baby cuck state of dress. Laying the jacket on the middle seat between me and the man i sat backdown, the playsuit no doing any favours to hide my diapered crotch, i turned in my chair to face the man allowing him to see my adams apple past my extensions and give away yet another embarrassing secret. Taking the remaining supplies from my back i laid them in my jacket between me and him, there lay the matching mittens for the playsuit, upwards of 10 heart shaped padlocks, the pacifier gag, the baby food and the empty baby bottle.

And at that i spoke up, “e…e…ex…excuse me sir! I have been ordered by my Daddy that because I’m a pathetic Sexless diaper wearing princess sissy baby cuck that i am not allowed to look after myself for this 8 hour flight. He ordered that i ask the man sat next to me to ensure that I remained regressed, embarrassed, helpless, powerless and unable to remove my diapers” i admitted as i felt my dignity slip away. “A…a…as such daddy commanded that i ask you to guarantee that I piss, shit and cum in my princess diapers by using these pansy looking locks to lock mittens on my wrists and lock this playsuit on me. I’m not comfortable asking you but daddy is making me, i want to take all this off and he knew that so he’s asking wants me to ask a stranger to lock me in and keep the keys. He has also asked me to beg you to feed me baby food every hour and a baby bottle filled with milk and any of your body fluids every half hour. Daddy told me to stress im a Sexless baby cuck so im allowed no sexual pleasure or release. Will you dominate me sir?” I said as the embarrassment tears rolled down my face, which did nothing to my 24 hour makeup.

“Give me your wallet!” The man demanded, “but i ehm I cant…” i tried to say as the man grabbed my back and took my wallet. Taking out my driver’s license he held the photo up next to me and said “ruin and dominate a white boys 8 hour flight cause he’s a faggot? Sure but am taking that $100 you got here cuck and your going to do nothing” he said taking the money I’d planned to use on a taxi. Whimpering i began to get a horrible feeling about this man but it was too late now, “ok turn round gayboy, lets make sure you don’t get any wrong ideas about whos the man here”. Reluctantly doing as i was told i turned to face my back and the playsuit zipper toward him and used my hand to move the extensions away from the top of the zip. However instead of hearing a click he began unzipping the playsuit to which I panicked and tried to round saying “wait…” but he simply grabbed my puffy sleeved shoulder and stopped me from turning. Zipping the playsuit right down i felt him reach in and cinch the plastic panties waist tighter before clipping a lock on them as well, “oh fuck up, im not interested in fucking something as feeble and weak as you, im ensuring that even if that play suit comes off by some miracle, the diapers dont!” The man said zipping the play suit back up he then clipped a lock through the locking rings trapping me inside. What now?! Up until now i could give in any time, set my own limits, not now!. Turning me back round the man grabbed one mitten at a time and simply man handled my hands into them, as he tightened them and locked them on my wrists he asked, “anything else your evidently more manly than you daddy wanted me to know! Like your faggot name? Were you to be sleeping all flight or reading baby picture books? Tell me!”. I looked him in the eye as I nervously replied, “daddy calls me Jade sir, and daddy said I’ve to watch only princess related shows and movies on the screen all flight sir” as i looked at the row on the other side of the plane watching and laughing at me, crying a little i hung my head which the man would raise as he violently pushed the pacifier gag into my mouth and secured the strap tightly behind my head and padlocked it as well.

To my surprise the man then reached into his hand luggage and pulled out leather belts which he then proceeded to use as he grabbed me, pulled me into the middle seat and pinned my mittened arms to the armrests where he secured them with the belts. I began panicking and moaned as I wrestled against the belts trying to pull my arms away, panicking so much i fussed enough to draw an air hostesses attention. Approaching she spoke before seeing from my nose down, “miss is this man bothering y…..” she stopped her sentence apon reaching the side of the large black man who restrained my wrists, looking me up and down she spotted my adams apple and my pink playsuit with white frills and snorted in derision, looking to the black man the air hostess said “why is this man dress so fuckin pathetically, locked in mittens and restrained to his chair?”.

At that the large man reached over the armrest and my struggling arm and slapped his hand down on my diapered crotch grabbing and squeezing my puffy diapered crotch, i squealed in embarrassment as i expected pain but forgot that the numbing cream meant i was effectively sensation-less down there. However i cried hard as he jiggled his hand side to side with hold of my diapers and penis in his massive hands, “Well miss, this Baby asked me to control IT for 8 hours while on the flight. Apparently it wants to be dressed this way because its not a man, so its dressed in the most pathetically ridiculous way possible. It…. Sorry how rude of me… She begged me to stop her from using the toilet and begged me to ensure she used all 4 of her diapers by locking her in the clothes you see now. She also said shes far to feeble and weak to look after herself so she asked me to control her for her own good” he said looking round at me. “Is that true sir? Or madam?” The air hostess asked me with a sigh and roll of her eyes. Panicking all i could think was ‘no no no i changed my mind let me go! I don’t want this!’ As I violently shook my head with my extesions whipping my faces as i shook my head.

Squeezing harder the man was actually starting to crush my penis, but once again i was numb to this pain, looking back at the air hostess he said “oh don’t listen to her, ask these lovely people they saw her beg me and watch me put all 4 padlocks on her” the big black man said with a smile. Turning to the young couple and their late teenage daughter across the isle from us. To which the 3 of them testified i wanted to be in this position and even told the air hostess I begged and begged. At that the air hostess looked at me dead in the eye and said, “Well LITTLE GIRL you better quiet down and do what your temporary care giver says and be grateful he agree to look after someone weak as you. If you don’t quiet down i’ll be force to have the captain redirect the pain and land to remove you and thats a jailable offence…. You decide” and walked off.

Letting go of my crotch the man began to plug headphones into the screen in the back of the chair in front of me and to my embarrassment clicked Sofia the First the show about the little princess who wears the purple dress…. 4 seasons! God how embarrassing to sit here like this with no choice but to watch it. “Now, shut the fuck up faggot and enjoy your little cucky princess programs. Your first bottle feeding is in 30 minutes. Be prepared to drink the entire 250 ml’s!” And at that he placed the headphones over my ears drowning out everything but the babyish princess show. Each time i looked at anything but the screen he grabbed my cheeks and redirected my face.

After 15 minutes I accepted i was unfortunately stuck and began to just suckle helplessly on my paci as my tears dried into my cheeks and i became mindlessly engrossed in sofia’s adventures. However 5 minutes after that i notice my temporary care giver leaving his seat to go to the toilet with my bottle…. ‘Oh god no! I didn’t think he’d actually make me drink his cum!!!’ I though as i began to try and struggle quietly. 10 minutes later he returned with a the 250 ml bottle with easily 50 ml of cum in it, ‘No Way God no!!! How did he cum that much’ i thought as my eyes began to well up again. I watched as he then poured 150 ml of water in and added 50 ml of baby formula and mixed it up with tea stirrer. Securing the nipple back on he grabbed the keys to the padlocks and undid the padlock on the paci gag and removed my headphones, looking at him i was terrified and mortified, i shook my head as much as my neck would allow but he wasn’t interested and simply grabbed one of my fake foam tits which in turn moved the peg behind it clamped to my nipple cause me to moan and whimper as i began to feel horny. “Gayboy am gonna remove this paci and your going to drink every single last gulp of this! If you don’t….. you’ll never make it to wherever your going when you land because I’ll kidnap you faggot! Now be a good BABY and drink up” he said forcefully as he undid the strap and removed my paci, before i could speak the nipple of the bottle was in my mouth filling it with horrible, disgusting, vile and emasculating baby formula spiked with superior black man cum!. As i tried hard not to vomit and to breath heavily through my nose he played with my foam tits seeing how it made my body tremble since he was effectively tweaking my nipples. Tears once again streamed down my face as the further down the bottle i got the more concentrated his potent, bitter and salty cum gushed into my mouth and slid down my throat. Eventually though the ordeal was over and before i had even the time to regain my breath let alone beg for freedom i was regagged, gag locked in place, headphones back on and having my head pointed back to sofia the first.

Once again after 15 minutes I had ceased resistance and softened into sitting still and quietly watching the little princess. What could i do? My arms were bound painfully to the arms of the chair, even if they weren’t the mittens were tightly locked on my hands so I couldn’t grab anything or escape, there were no other seats to move too to escape my new caregiver accept the one by the window that like a baby i was now not being given the choice of sitting in! Helpless! Pathetic! And above all else… demoralised.

After another 15 minutes came yet another cum filled baby formula bottle however this time the man fed me one of the many baby food pouches i had been told by daddy to eat. God every mouthful was revolting 🤮 i dry heaved with every mouthful and each time my body wrenched my caregiver would threaten me with graphic and detailed threats of how this experience would be my 24/7 365 if I didn’t behave and he kidnapped me. Finally my first feeding was over and once again i was returned to my helpless princess show watching state, however only 5 minutes after eating i began to feel pressure on my bladder and looked at the man with begging eyes as i looked down and tried desperately to point at my diaper with my mittened hands but he simply kept returning my face to the screen, after 10 minutes i could no longer hold it, tears pouring down my cheeks i went bright red with embarrassment as i felt no pressing on my bladder, i may have been completely numb in the crotch but i knew what i’d just done. Trying to hang my head in shame the man once again grabbed my cheeks and pointed my face to the screen, I didn’t know it then but this relentless forced regression while watching sofia the first would create a connection between the show and my current state in my mind that would ruin my life later.

Sitting in the piss soaked first diaper I gradually accepted what was to come, 15 minutes later I willingly accepted the caregiver removing my paci gag and even drank my 3rd bottle without complaint. Slowly i began to realise i had no right to complain…. I asked for this after all. By the time i finished the third bottle my new caregiver began to look like he was enjoying the process of regressing me as he became more gentle, not ramming the paci gag back into my mouth but gently replacing it and once locked back in my mouth he would reach over patting my crotch and whispered, “see isn’t it just easier when you accept your superior cum from an actual man… good little girl!” Before once again returning my headphones and entrancing me in the princess show. For the first 4 hours of the flight I melted into submissive acceptance of the situation I’d put myself in and behaved for the man who began insisting i call him Uncle Jay. However after beginning to behave for uncle jay he had kept my paci gag removed after my 3 disgusting baby food meal at hour 3 of the flight which made it more embarrassing that when flight attendants now spoke to me i simply had to ignore them and keep watching the princess show while Uncle Jay spoke for me.

After the feeding at hour 4 uncle jay would begin to do something I wasn’t expecting, after watching me dry heave and swallow the food and bottle he would reach over unplugging my headphones and removing them from my head as well as turning of the screen. “Ehm did i uhm not eat or drink as much as you wanted me to Uncle Jay? Im really sorry just please don’t punish me i’m embarrassed enough!!” I aksed very nervously as i begged. To my surprise he would also undo the belts holding my arms to the arm rest. “No no no gayboy you’ve been hilariously pathetic and well behaved but I don’t think your daddy will be best pleased if you don’t get some sleep! So i bought something for my girlfriend but i realised its far to pathetic, humiliating and regressive for her… so you will wear it and get some shut eye!” He said taking me under the arm and pulling me up to stand in the area in front of the toilet door while he reached into his backpack and rummaged for what he was talking about. You know you’ve lost all hope of using the toilet like an adult when like me you don’t even try to open the toilet door. At that uncle jay pulled from his bag what looked like a pink rolled up sleeping bag, i blushed and went to shake my head but suddenly stood in the isle he held one end of the sleeping back and suddenly it unrolled and hung in front of him. This was no ordinary sleeping bag, it was a sleeping back cut to be shaped like a princess dress, it had a floor length skirt which was closed over at the bottle like a sleeping bag and was embroidered to look like Princess Aurora’s dress, unzipping the back Uncle Jay turned the open zip to face me and ordered i slip off my ugg boots and step in.

What choice did i have, where was i going to run too. Glowing bright red in embarrassment i slipped off my uggs and stepped into the dress shapped bag which was so soft and poofy inside that it tickled my bare legs from the knee down and felt funny on my feet as i could feel the plane floor through sleeping back. Turning me round uncle jay zipped it up and mortifyingly it did not hide my playsuit encased shoulders entirely. “Now back into the middle seat faggot, its nap time….” Uncle just said manhandling me into my seat again, once sat down i moved the dress shaped sleeping bag skirt around with my mittened hands and said nervously “but im uhm not very ehmmm tired Uncle Jay” to which he pulled out a matching princess aurora sleep mask and placed it over my extension adorned head and covered my eyes. “Nonsense faggot, you’re obviously in need of a nap now be a good girl and drift of to sleep quietly so i can enjoy the rest of my film” Uncle Jay said as he reached round with his right arm and wrapped it round me pulling my head in to rest on his shoulder. How much more demeaning was this flight going to get! I’d already swallowed more cum and baby food than is probably healthy for any adult, restrained to a chair and gagged to watch little girl programs and now i was being forced to sleep in a princess dress shaped sleeping bag over my baby playsuit finery with a princess night mask and a being forced to rest my head on a big butch black mans shoulder!!! I was modified and right there and then i again pissed my diaper, however the diaper was now so wet and full of piss and precum I definitely could feel it.

Unfortunately though i knew i was at Uncle Jay’s whims, and could now hear the 19 year old girl across the isle laughing at me…. If my penis wasn’t completely numb from the cream i’d have realised just how rock hard my situation was making me. Then….. came the worst, most embarrassing, most demoralising and single most humiliating moments of my life. Suddenly cramp began to take over my stomach and i began to feel my stomach churn, i could feel the baby food, baby formula and Black Man Bull Cum mixing in my stomach making it violently upset. Using my mitten covered hands which Uncle Jay hadn’t re-restrained to the chair because of my good behaviour I quickly fumbled the night mask up to my forehead, pushing up off his shoulder I turned and moved to the edge of the seat turning my Sleeping bag princess dress and Playsuit adorned body so my chest was facing him i wrapped on arm round my stomach and tried to reach the sleeping zip with the other. Looking Uncle Jay in the eye with pure fear in mine i said “Look Jason! This isn’t a game anymore, get the keys out and remove the locks quickly! I think im about to explode with Diarrhoea!! Please this isn’t even a part of the kink thing anymore, i dont want to shit myself!! PLEASE!!!! Unlock me you sadistic fucker!! IM NOT A GIRL OR A BABY I WON’T SHIT IN A DIAPER ON A PLANE FULL OF PEOPLE NOW UNLOCK ME!!!!……… PLEASE” I said angrily and in extreme discomfort as i now wrapped both arms round my waste and tried to hold my cheeks together. “Excuse me Faggot! Who the fuck do you think yours talking to like that!!” Uncle jay growled grabbing me by the throat with one of his massive hands. “Ugghh im sorry! Please Jason! Im a Man! I’ll pay you 200 dollars! Just please get this stuff off me!!” I beg as i began to struggle to breath. However with little to no effort Uncle Jay pinned me back into the middle seat and wrestled my mittened hands back to the arms of the chair and once again used belts to restrain them down. Fighting the paci gag into my mouth and tightening the strap as he padlocked it on he then lowered the sleep mask and whispered in my ear.

“You think I’m as weak and dumb as you! You knew you’d need to shit eventually! You just resisted and tried to escape to delude yourself into thinking your not the biggest diaper using sissy faggot ever!!! Now shut the fuck up! Shit your diapers, cry a little then go to fucking sleep!! Sweet dreams cucky” to which he then put noise cancelling headphones over my ears and blasted baby songs like wheels on the bus, baby shark, rain rain go away and more on repeat. Now blind again i tried to curl forward and fight the bowel pain of holding back the diarrhoea but every time i curled forward Uncle Jay pushed me back up straight. Eventually the pressure became too much and with a whale of embarrassment and tears I let go, a huge load of steaming hot and disgusting smelling diarrhoea exploded into my diaper with a very very very loud squelching sound. “Ewwww thats fucking disgusting! That boy wearing baby girl cloths and diapers just shit himself!!! Thats so gross!!!” The teenager girl across the isle said. Which for the next 10 minutes sparked demoralising humiliation and rude and mean comments being flung my way, however like a baby i was oblivious to the discomfort of everyone else thanks to the baby songs and noise cancelling headphones, however tears poured down my face, snot ran down and out my nose and i whaled and cried like a proper baby as all i could feel was the warm, acidic and splurgy diarrhoea moving around my ass, up the side my ass cheeks and all around the diaper.

After about 15 more minutes the humiliation and physical discomfort had fatigued me and without meaning to i found myself fast asleep. How pathetic was I now! Not only was i dressed in the most Pathetic manner humanly imaginable, i was now restrained and asleep in a diarrhoea filled diaper which was so full it had now leaked into the second of 4 diapers and for what?! Because I’m not a man…. I’m most definitely not a man right now! As i slept i was unaware that with each fart more diarrhoea just sorta plumed out of my ass. Whats more pathetic? I was dreaming that i was Sissy Natalie’s daddy, waiting in scotland for him while he suffered the situation I’ve put myself in now following his orders!. However sadly dreams have too end and i was awoken by Uncle jay forcing another bottle into my mouth, as soon as the liquid hit my tongue i gagged hard, this wasn’t cum mixed with baby formula. All i could taste was cum and even….. piss, in a sensorily deprived state thanks to the headphones still playing baby songs and eye mask I couldn’t see but crying and wrenching as i tried to drink this disgusting cocktail I violently tried too get my restrained and mittened hands up to fight jason off. Crying and gagging a lot i, by some miracle, finished the bottle. Removing it from my lips jason raised the night mask and lowered the headphones to my neck. Blinking rapidly to adjust my eyes i felt a wave of embarrassment as I suddenly realised everyone on the plane was stood up looking at me. “We landed 5 minutes ago and tessa there” jason said pointing to the 19 year old, “suggested you’d appreciate a 250ml bottle of purely cum, unfortunately some guys were reserved about masturbating into a bottle so those that didn’t just pissed in it” to which I suddenly began to feel sick and gagged hard as he said that.

With that the plane doors opened and all the other passengers disembarked as they laughed and degraded me. Looking jason in the eyes i said nervously, “well thank you very much for your forceful domination and unwavering control uncle jason but could you please unlock all the padlocks now so i can at least change my diaper…. I think daddy would be more than satisfied with your domination of me thus far but the flight is now over so unlock me now please” i begged calmly trying not to sound like I hadn’t learned my lesson on how to speak to my caregivers. “Cant do that faggot” jason said abruptly.

“The hell you mean you can do that! You cant kidnap and keep me like this !!! I dont consent!!” I growled in a panic. “1. In this state do you really think i need your consent! Look at yourself!! And 2. I can’t because while your were asleep for 3 and a half hours I accidentally dropped the keys in the airplane toilet and flushed them….. ooooops” Jason laughed. “You did wha……” i tried to yell but jason simply stuffed the paci gag back in and secured it tight. Then using his superior strength he unrestrained my arms and put my pink Maxi length puffer jacket back on over everything i had on and zipped it up. He then put everything else of mine in my hand luggage, ugg boots, unused padlocks, bottle, baby food and a card with his phone number on it. Next he lowered my night mask again, put the baby music blasting headphones back over my ears and slung me over his shoulder fireman style. I couldn’t believe this, this had to be a record low, how was i ever to consider myself a man again!. Once off the plane, Jason sat me in a wheelchair and used the belts to restrain my arm to the arms of the wheelchair, feeling my hand luggage dropped on my lap i struggled as much as I could, cried, begged for help, pissed more in my diaper and eventually resigned myself to believing Jason was kidnapping me as i felt the wheelchair glide effortlessly through the airport.

Sure the TSA wont let you carry too large a deodorant on and off a plane incase your a terrorist but somehow Jason got a fully grown man dressed as an overgrown prissy baby girl wearing multiple soiled and disgusting smelling diapers restrained to a wheelchair through without any question!! I was so embarrassed and defeated and uncomfortable I couldn’t even bring myself to scream or moan when we stopped for 15 minutes which i can only assume was the TSA check. Eventually after about 40 minutes of movement i felt the warm fresh air hit my face which admittedly felt good and stopped me smelling my own disgusting diaper however after sitting with the direct sun hitting me for 5 minutes while i smelled cigarette smoke i was sweating profusely under my many layers which made me even more horribly uncomfortable. I assume Jason had me sitting at the smoking area while he huffed a cigarette 🚬 because after that the smell disappeared and suddenly the headphones pulled down.

“Ok Faggot here where we part ways. This taxi guy is holding a sign that says ‘taxi for Sissy Baby Sexless Cuckold Jade’ which can only really be you. Its a wheelchair accessible taxi so your going in like this. Next place you’ll see is where daddy lives! Ive had fun, I’d say i hope you did but look at you….. on the surface you hated it but deep down your wishing i’d kidnap you!” In my head i told myself he was wrong i was a man, i couldn’t spend to weeks like this no! But inside i knew he was right. Feeling his kiss my forehead he added, “goodbye gayboy, hope chugging all that cum of mine has gotten you addicted to me…. If it has and you decide you want to be uncle Jay’s baby forever…. My numbers in your bag….. keep the princess dress sleeping bag and mask…. To remember me by….. and cause you look fucking hilarious in them hahaha goodbye faggot” he finished as he put the headphones back up despite my begging and moaning for more information and seemingly disappeared. With only my sense of smell i had no idea what was happening, i felt the chair go up and incline a smelled a car air freshener, with only that to go on i once again broke down in tears wondering how many people had seen me and laughed since i came off the plane. Off i went to daddy Natalies house…. A pathetic shell of the man who left scotland……

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diamantinasfrilledshark · 6 months

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Roleplay Rules!

Status: Semi-Open as of November 2nd, 2023

Feel free to DM me or ask any questions in my inbox! I can't guarantee that RPs will start right away, but we can definitely start setting things up.

In order to RP with me, you NEED to send me the hidden phrase in here so I know you actually read the rules. If not, I will not RP.

Literacy Style:

Literate to semi-literate. I like to write in multiple paragraphs, both with detail and somewhat dialogue heavy. If you’ve seen my writing, it’s a lot like that! I expect potential RP partners to follow in suit/match.

It seems as of late that I prefer literate with multiple paragraphs and details.

I’ve been RPing since I was like, 10. If I see *she smiles* it might summon rage 💀 /hj

Where We Can Talk:

Just starting off? Tumblr DMs! I won’t RP in the comment section of a post.

You can now ask for my Discord. It’s where I’m most active.

Slots:

Don’t really have a cap off but it becomes too much at once I will be sure to let you know.

Genres and Plots:

Almost anything and everything! However, towards strangers and people I’m generally unfamiliar with, SFW are going to be the topics I steer towards. Adventure, drama, horror etc. are all fine the first go around.

I’m pretty flexible on genres so like, hey don’t be afraid to suggest it.

NSFW, I like writing smut, I just need to like you as well lol. Not a slight on your behalf, but I will let you know whether smut is a possibility or not.

NSFW will only be done with other 18+ adults who have verified they are in fact, adults. I absolutely refuse NSFW to “ageless” accounts and minors.

Honestly I don’t want to RP with minors so if you’re a minor, don’t message me. Don’t do it. Thanks.

Pairings:

Gets a little odd here, I don’t actually ship anything, if that makes any sense? Like, canon character X canon character just isn’t in my repertoire unless they’re already an established couple or the franchise is heavily leaning them that way.

That said, I’m totally cool with self shipping and OCs X Canon characters. (If self ship, it has to go both ways. Sorry I’m a simp too 😔)

Platonic, familial, those work best though especially if I am unfamiliar with you as a person.

Honestly I’m not as veered towards romance unless you’re a good friend of mine.

Do:

When first DMing, send me memes to help break the ice! I’m pretty good about speaking to people, but I understand how awkward it can be

If you’re using an OC, please tell me all about your OC! If you have any reference pics etc, send them so I can describe them during the RP.

If you’re playing a canon character and you’ve changed anything about them that’s notable, feel free to mention their quirks, and the lore building you’ve done for them.

Tell me if it gets to be too much or if you wish to change directions. I want you to feel safe and have a free voice during the chat. If something doesn’t click, tell me.

Please talk to me about the RP plot before we start! That gives me a good direction on what bases to hit and which lines to not cross. Your boundaries are just as important as mine and I want to respect them.

Use brackets or some other notation to let me know you’re speaking out of character! I’m very prone to using []

Understand that you can leave for a while and don’t need to apologize. Genuinely, I know you’ll get back to me. If you don’t think you will or it’ll take longer than expected then let me know. I know people get busy, so it’s honestly no problem.

Don’t:

Do NOT ask to RP if you are a minor. I do not wish to RP with minors.

Send me unsolicited NSFW or a starter without any conversation prior to. It’s just kind of ???? On my end.

Do not godmod HEAVILY. I’m okay with like, “and he helped her up and watched as she walked over to the desk.” But fully godmodding is a no.

Send one liners. Self explanatory.

Wildly deviate from the plot in bizarre ways. Like, making things NSFW all of a sudden or cause angst when there was none. I hate saying “Mary Sue the RP” but do not Mary Sue the RP.

Please don’t be upset when I take a hot minute or two to respond. I’m a person that has a life outside of her phone and is actually prone to migraine if I look at screens for too long. I will always get back to the RP unless I say otherwise.

Be pushy for a character or a pairing I said no to.

Go too OOC for canon characters.

Ask for things like rape, beastiality, common DNI criteria.

I understand RP can be therapeutic but remember, I am not a therapist and the RP we have is not substitute for actual mental health help.

Fandoms:

SCP

Call of Duty

Darkwood

Assassin’s Creed

Grimm

Uncharted

My Little Pony (yeah goin' back to my roots)

My OCs (need to ask about those, there’s,,,, many and they’re all intricate.)

Other Things:

Please use third person, past or present tense. Usually past tense.

I feel it goes hand in hand with literate RP but use “speaking” for a dialogue and ‘thinking’ for thoughts.

Try not to rush anything! Let it happen naturally and it’ll all play out.

Don’t be afraid to talk to me outside of the RP either. Like, it’s a personal thing we’re probably going to become friends.

Some Examples of My RP Style:

Mind you, not all of these are going to be extremely long. Things tend to taper out.

All of these examples were lifted directly from one of my RPs.

November 2nd, 2023: I swear not all of my replies are going to be like this. I'm immensely more busy now.

This is a starter:

A young princess sat on the balcony of her mother’s grand palace. The stars of the night were absolutely gorgeous as her dark eyes peered upwards, tracing constellation upon constellation. There, she could see the proud statue of Amun and feel the loving gaze of the beautiful mother goddess, Hathor. Strings upon strings of stars hung in the sky and bathed the desert in a warm white and blue gold, illuminating the darkness so she could observe the night life of her people. At barely eighteen years old, the young princess had been coming to a very startling conclusion as she stared out at the houses amongst the dunes and the boats and their ferriers on the Nile: that one day, all of this would be hers. The thought scared her, as ruling over such a people with the same authority as her mother and her mothers before her… The burden was crushing in its own right.

Sameera, the current pharaoh of Egypt and seated daughter of Isis and Ra, had been gearing her only daughter up for greatness since she had been brought into the world. The palace had served little as a home and more of a house of education, gearing up the little girl for a future in which all would bow down to her. Sameera has been, and will be considered a bountiful ruler. She ushered in an Egypt in which magick and divine favor rained down on the land, where suffering was lightened, and where pain had been naught but a bruise.

To give her daughter, Tavi, a taste of what it would mean to be the seated pharaoh and begin expanding her power besides running the palace, Sameera had placed her in charge of the Festival of Hathor. The festival in itself being amongst the most important task Tavi has been held in charge of to this date. In the morning, Tavi would be heading out by herself to Dendera, the main site of Hathor’s cult and preside over it, and of course, ensure it passes smoothly.

It sounds so simple: let people get drunk and feast, make merry, and enjoy singing and dancing in the company of others, but Tavi has never been a part of such importance in ritual ceremonies. She’s only ever observed, and even that in itself has been something hidden to her as her mother finds the merrymaking beneath her real education under the watchful eyes of Thoth.

Tavi sighs deeply and rests her arms on the balcony for just a moment more, already intending to head back inside and rest for the night before one of her lady maids interrupts her train of thought.

“My lady,” the finely dressed woman begins. “You have a visitor.”

Tavi’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise as she crosses the balcony through the cool night air to come to her lady maid’s side. “What? Who on earth would come to my quarters at this hour?” She inquires, more curious than angered at the thought she has a visitor.

The woman bows her head in the princess’s presence as if to silently ask her if she should address the visitor. “I believe it pertains to the Festival of Hathor, but it was not my place to pry,” the lady maid continues, her voice soft and sweet. “Shall I tell them to leave?”

Tavi blinks before shaking her head. “No, you may leave. I’ll handle this,” she replies warmly, her hand resting on the taller woman’s shoulder. “Go, get some rest,” she hums.

The lady maid nods, thanks her princess, then exits out the servant’s entrance, leaving Tavi to her own devices.

The young princess brushes back some of her black hair, wondering who would ask audience with her so informally and so late at night. She crosses her limestone floor quietly, akin to a ghost as if to tell her visitor no one is present before stopping just shy of the door. Mentally, Tavi remembers what her mother has said about acting regally in the presence of others, how to stand tall and like a future queen, and physically rolls that onto her stance.

With a deep breath, she opens the door.

And here is another response show casing what RPs tend to look like down the line WITHOUT me RPING multiple characters:

Tavi’s eyebrows shoot up In surprise as the listens to Arya’s words. “That is troubling,” she murmurs more to herself than anyone else as she once again brushes back some of her hair.

Her mind wanders, wondering what the right course of action would be. Of course, they would be moving during the earlier morning before the sun would come up, but with the flowers on the line… “perhaps we should leave earlier,” she hums.

But then that would require waking up the rest of the party—and they needed their rest. “We can discuss this inside, please,” Tavi moves aside in the doorway, gesturing for Arya to enter. “I would despise seeing your work go to waste because of the heat and the sun,” she says, already moving to her table to give Arya a cup of water.

[Howdy, here’s the phrase. “An ocean without unnamed monsters would be like sleep without dreams.” ]

And here is a response showcasing me RPING multiple characters:

Abasi mentally rolled his golden eyes at Arya’s childish gesture as he led Tavi through the halls. He enjoyed the feeling of the princess’s hands on his forearm—she felt delicate beneath his touch, and it made his heart beat just a little bit faster.

The area they had stepped into was absolutely beautiful, gorgeous in every which way. The air was sweet and warm, like a mother’s caress.

“Great mother Hathor,” Tavi murmured, her head bowing in reverence to the goddess. “What a beauty and blessing you are,” she murmured to herself, slowly letting go of Abasi’s forearm.

“Princess!” A priest’s voice cut through. “What a pleasure to see you here,” he said warmly. “I presume you’ve come to make an offering?”

Tavi smiled and nodded, gently telling Abasi that his guard could lower. “I have. What a magnificent job you and the priests and priestesses have done.”

The priest beamed and quickly nodded for one of the lower ranking priestesses to fetch a bowl full of offerings they’d prepared for the princess. “It means the world t hear it from you,” he said. “We’ve gone all out this time for her festival.”

“It shows,” Tavi hummed, silently thanking the lower ranking priestess who handed her a bowl full of spices, jewelry, flowers and sweet smelling oils. Gently, Tavi came to the edge of the pool, kneeling down and offering silent prayers to Hathor, a blessed mother, before placing the bowl gingerly on the water.

It rippled as it flowed on the surface, almost resting perfectly in the middle amongst the sparse lily pads and lotus flowers.

On her way back up, Abasi offered the princess his hand, and she took it.

The priest once again beamed. “The goddess is most pleased with your presence,” he noted, barely able to contain his joy. “Would your companions like to make offerings as well?”

#if you've seen this post before it's bc I directly copy and pasted it from my main #rp #rp rules #rp blog #oc roleplay #roleplay rules #my little pony rp #cod rp #Darkwood rp #plz i would sell my soul for good Darkwood rp #uncharted rp #scp rp #assassin’s creed rp

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glitchyk · 2 months

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Hey uh… I hope you guys won’t mind me randomly dumping this here

Basically— I think you four are really cool people and I’m happy that I unintentionally inspired the mafia au, because it gave me an excuse to get to know y’all, which I’d wanted to do.. for a while. Quite a while, since you all seemed so nice, but I kinda felt like it was overstepping to try and talk to you directly, which is why I never did. I could send the message directly but I uh… yeah this is more confident space wise. Aka Discord will not let me write a Glitchyk-sized writing.

…Fuck this feels awkward.

Moshieee: I’ve said this probably too much, but uh.. I really appreciate you, you inspire me to do more stuff, as I’ve said before, you inspired that one AU I made, and you’re just so sweet in general. You remind me of a really caring older sibling, you’re not just some goof ball, but it’s nice to have serious talks, sometimes. Maybe it’s because I feel like I relate to you, also I think you’re really awesome. You’re the first person I saw on here that was doing traditional art and not online art, and you were so fun and creative that it inspired me to do things.

Bun: Hey! I didn’t know you much at the start, I just saw you around, and I thought you were interesting, especially since you were nice and for some reason followed me after moshieee did??? It’s fun to talk to someone who’s openly goofy, as all of you are, and it’s just nice. I dunno why, I just really like talking to you, maybe because we give off the same chaotic vibes at times. Also maybe bc you make the art of a character you like, I make the edit for it, which makes you wanna make more art, and it’s a cycle/silly

Dia: Online punching bag🫵/silly. You may not think you’re cool, but I think you’re really awesome, and amazing human being, your art is good and I find your story interesting for tadc and you’re just— fucking awesome overall. I’m happy that I have unintentionally inspired stuff with you, because I’m happy that I could give someone a good idea, and that someone be a good artist, so an idea isn’t wasted on my shitty art. I like just dumping random lil prompts on you, and also we vibe, I feel like we’re a bit similar (plus happy birday ✨)

Rabid: Amazing. Fucking awesome human being. Your art is amazing, your personality is chaotic and I feel like mostly matches mine, you literally inspire me every day with your awesome art, characters, storytelling, and I feel so fucking proud when I see you do your art. I didn’t know you personally when I started feeling proud, but I guess it’s because (as I’ve said various times) that it’s so cool seeing someone around my age doing such good art, I have similar feelings for Neptune since their art is awesome, but I dunno them well and so I will not write a paragraph about them (yet/j). I love randomly annoying you, since you seem fine with it (if you’re not please tell me—) and it’s just so cool to be able to see someone around my age, who’s so damn amazing. It inspires me a lot, makes me wanna do stuff. Oh! Also something I almost forgot to add, I saw your corruption AU for tadc and that also just made me so much more interested in you, since I had a sort of ‘corrupted’ AU that I made before I even came on tumblr. Is basically all this stuff added up made me really wanna interact with you!

I’m happy I unintentionally inspired the mafia au, because it gave me a reason to comfortably interact with y’all. In all, all of you are awesome, in art, personality, and story wise, in all different amazing ways. Sometimes I sometimes feel like I can never compare to all of you in art, and I don’t know why you all willingly became acquaintances with me, but it mostly inspires me to try harder. Y’all are awesome… that’s my mini positivity dump for now, had to restrain myself from writing a whole fucking thing on every detail of this subject, since I know I have to eat food and I will not type and eat at the same time.

@dia-smthidk @rabid-mercenary15 @moshieee @bunnybunnsowo

#Milo the floofy boi #jest awesome #goop buddies #glitchyk randomness #rabid mercenary #dia smthidk #fuck I still can’t decide on a nickname for Dia #bunnybunnsowo #moshieee #positivity dump

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hero-in-waiting · 6 months

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❦ ➷ get to know your fellow fanfic writers better ༊ ✧.*

Tagged by @frankthesnek so thank you for this

When did you post your first ever fic? 2004-ish on livejournal. It was Harry/Draco

First character you wrote for? Harry Potter, which tracks for being 13 and in fandom in the early 2000's

Main characters you are currently writing for? Rooster, Hangman and Bob from Top Gun. I love them so much.

Characters you haven't written about before but plan on writing about soon? I want to write a fic for Phoenix so badly bc she is Goals as a human being. Also, IceMav but ahhhhh

Fandoms your currently writing for? Top Gun, and still SGA

Platonic pairings you currently write for? I love all variations of AR-1 as friends and so I love writing them as friends. Bc their friendship is SO GOOD and so different in all the ways.

Romantic pairings you currently write for? Hangster, and I'm team Bob/Phoenix. McShep, McLorne, OT4

Your top 3 tags on AO3 if you post there? Fluff, Getting Together, Hurt/Comfort which 10000% tracks

Current platform where you post your works? Only AO3, but also sometimes on tumblr, but one of these days I will migrate them over.

Snippet of the WIP you are currently working on?

My currently fandom is set in current day so I'm having fun like...writing text messages lol so this is the latest set of text messages within the fic (i havent added the emojis in cuz im lazy so far)

Rooster: Raise ur hand if u get to be the token queers at some sort of gala

Rooster: hand raise emoji

Hangman: hand raise, middle finger, hand raise

Hangman: but then again, if they want the best. They have the best. And that’s me.

Rooster: hey!

Hangman: Don’t worry boo, you make some good arm candy.

Rooster: Thank you.

Fanboy: Vulcan fingers emoji

Harvard: sucks.

Halo: Hopefully the food is good!

Fritz: maybe someone famous will be there?

Yale: You boys got your uniforms?

Omaha: lol

Hangman: gotta get a new pants. This ass cannot be contained.

Coyote: by that he means he split his seam drunk the last time he was wearing it trying to drop it low

Hangman: Betrayal. But point stands. Ass too good. Rooster can confirm.

Rooster: confirmed.

Coyote: kiss face emoji

Hangman: crying emoji

Coyote: hug emoji

Hangman: hug emoji

Phoenix: you two are pathetic.

Phoenix: you both owe me a drink

Bob: If you go and buy fusible bonding tape you can add it to the inside seam of your pants to help reenforce it.

Harvard: fucking bob’s the best isn’t he?

Yale: always looking for us

Fritz: what a fucking beauty, bob

Bob: :)

Hangman: Bob, you’re almost making me want a backseater

Phoenix: BACK THE FUCK UP

Halo: 20 on Phoenix

Fanboy: thumbs up

Payback: same

Harvard: same

Yale: 100 emoji

Omaha: same

Bob: Agreed

Rooster: sorry babe.

Hangman: hey!

Coyote: I got u boo

Hangman: at least someone’s loyal

Coyote: 40 on Phoenix

Hangman: fuck all y’all

no pressure tagging: @nimuetheseawitch @spurious @wonkyelk @trainofcommand @gingerpolyglot @esteefee @colonelshepparrrrd and whomever else wants to do this

#tag game #texts are fun tbh

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gently-decaying-flowers · 4 months

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Blake and Mateo’s Backstory

summary: Blake is a panicked guy who has anxiety and his parents are the best

Ch 2

At home, Blake disappeared to his room. Something about sitting with Mateo had him on edge. Why was he so distant?

“Blake?” His mother’s voice rang through the house. Knowing better, he padded down the carpeted stairs.

“Hey, what’s up?” His mom didn’t look up from her book, her smal rectangular glasses resting far too low on her nose.

“How was meeting Mateo? Danny told us all about it.” Blake leaned against the wall.

“It was fine. He doesn’t seem to like me.” She looked up now, taking off her glasses and placing them on the coffee table.

“He’s a sweet boy, I highly doubt that. Are you sure you weren’t doing that thing where you think you look nice but you actually look like this?” She contorted her face into a deep glare and Blake rolled his eyes.

“Yes, I was friendly and kind and even said goodbye and he just nodded at me.”

“Maybe he feels threatened by you?” Blake scoffed.

“Nope. I bet he just doesn’t think I’m good enough.”

“Prove him wrong then.” She said, rolling her eyes back at him. Blake thought for a moment, maybe that isn’t such a bad idea.

“Yeah alright.”

“Love you honey.”

“Love you too mom.” Blake replied, walking back to his room.

Danny sat on his bed, his legs politely criss crossed.

*Can’t I get three seconds of privacy?* Blake thought, holding back a massive sigh.

“What’s up Dans?”

“Mateo wants to meet up with you again.” He said, kicking his feet excitedly.

“Oh lovely.” Blake growled. Danny cocked his head to one side. “He just didn’t seem to like me much, that’s all.”

“Well he did mention something like that to me I guess.” Danny shrugged. Blake sat with him, making the mattress bounce.

“What did he say?”

“Just that he wants to make sure you’re taking care of me.” Danny said, standing up from the bed. Blake wanted to ask more, but his desire for alone time overpowered it. He let Danny leave, and flopped over face down in his pillow.

His phone buzzed loudly on his bed, causing his crisis to pause. An unsaved number had sent him a message. Ready to troll some scammers, he eagerly opened his messages.

[hi it’s mateo danny decided i should have your # ]

A million potential responses ran through his mind.

[👍]

He repeatedly knocked the heel of his palm against his forehead. Mateo read it, and didn’t respond. That’s probably for the better.

The rest of the night Blake spent zoned out in his room. He did things, cleaned up a little, scrolled tumblr, texted Leo. He opened his painfully awkward messages with Mateo a few times, only succeeding in wanting to make him throw his phone against the wall.

“Hey kiddo how’s it going?” His father’s figure filled his doorframe. Blake whipped around to look at him.

“Hey dad, fine. How was your day?”

“Eh- it was work. Mom told me about meeting Mateo.” Blake sighed.

“Yeah.”

“Trust me, building a friendship with him wouldn’t hurt.” His dad added with a smile.

“But dad-“ Blake whined, “He’s a jacked straight boy.” His dad snorted.

“Oh shush. He’s a good kid. He’s just protective of Dans, and it’s valid. Building a relationship with both Danny and him could help you out here.”

“I hate it when you’re right.” Blake groaned. His dad laughed lightly.

“Just think about it, love you goob. Want me to bring dinner up?”

“Nah, I’m not too hungry.” Blake admitted, thinking about college apps and his future had destroyed his appetite.

“Okay, just make sure you drink some water and keep yourself safe.” His dad sounded chill, but his brow furrowed with concern.

“I will. I love you dad.”

“Love you too.” He left the door slightly ajar and Blake listened as his muted footsteps faded out.

He opened his phone again. The soft sound of frantic typing was the only sound other than the quiet hum of the radiator.

His thumb hesitated over the send button for a second.

[Hey, would you wanna meet up for coffee with Dans and I tomorrow (he likes the pastries at the cafe on eighth street) We’re thinking of heading over around 9:30]

*sent*

#eden’s writing #blake and mateo <3 #chapter 2 #i use so much dialogue #i just realized that #uhhhhh #anyway

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toppedbykakuna · 3 months

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Hi! Just writing to let you know that radical feminism isn’t “pure hatred”, and that the vast majority of women who support it don’t care half as much about people identifying as trans as they do care about protecting marginalized women worldwide (whose issues are fundamentally unable to transcend their biological sex in the way alternative feminism dictates). You said in the tags of a recent post that you’ve spent “so many years trying to understand” radical feminism, which is confusing, because it’s a relatively straightforward approach to feminism. No radfem is ever going to dictate how someone should or shouldn’t dress or behave. The single defining feature is just that radfems argue that how someone dresses and behaves should not be conflated with biological sex or be indicative of a societal gender norm. The entire concept is that boys can wear dresses and girls can wear pants and they are still male and female. Radical feminism strives for the elimination of gender and gender roles!

Genuinely hope you have a good day :) you don’t need to reply to this, I won’t see it anyway, but you really don’t have to prove anything to anyone either. Your beliefs should be yours, not something you feel the need to repeatedly reaffirm to an online public to stay socially acceptable.

Peace:)

Hey anon, thanks for the polite message, I do appreciate it. I'm gonna use this ask to share my perspective a bit more, and while you definitely don't have to continue this conversation if you don't want, if you have any further thoughts I'm happy to hear them!!

Essay below about my history with the phrase and community of "radfems/terfs"

I do acknowledge that in my original post I used the term "radfem" in that tag where I meant to use the term "terf", however in the past 10ish years I've found that the people who use these terms to describe their identity haven't given me any reason to differentiate the two terms.

When I joined Tumblr in 2013, I had already been involved with the queer community for a year, learning about the different corners of the community and our history. At that point, I had accidentally stumbled across the small "radfem" community that had started leaning into the "terf" category of identification on Tumblr specifically.

I remember this movement was relatively small but in any post I saw celebrating trans-ness or gender, there would be somebody with a "radfem" tag in their username trying DESPERATELY to shut down the joy. Comments filled with "you can't change your gender!" type beat, y'know? At the time, I figured it would die out and I moved on.

Suddenly a few years later, I'm on Twitter and I see a particularly famous children's author involving herself in the community I had forgotten about years before, liking posts about whatever the current drama was about and getting herself involved with the whole "you can't change your gender!" type beat, and whaddya know, it BLOWS up.

Now, let's take a few steps back. I'm somebody that struggled with fitting into same sex groups for my entire life. My childhood sport was same sex, my gym classes, the bathrooms, all the things that people don't really think too much about. For me, it came with a body rocking form of anxiety about things like my body being witnessed, the possibility of getting made fun of (which happened if I wasn't keeping an eye out), trying to fit into conversations that I wasn't really interested in because it's what people my sex and my age were talking about, I was getting denied opportunities from my parents because I was interested in activities that weren't typically for my assigned gender.

Funnily enough, I came across some old posts of mine from 2014, 3 years before I came out, that are absolutely mourning my assigned sex and begging to be anything other than my assigned sex. I didn't want my assigned sex to be perceived, I wanted my gender to stop controlling my life. Once I realized that being nonbinary (or agender, as I prefer) was an option and I could partially transition in order to become more androgynous, it has made my life MILES better. I have never thrived so happily in my body without my reproductive organs and a minor level of HRT, and I would encourage anyone looking for androgyny to discuss HRT options with their doctor because it seriously changed my life.

NOW, let's come back to how that's relevant to "radical feminism". In the last 10 years that I've acknowledged that phrase, I have never met a person who uses that phrase with the intention of including transgender people. I would genuinely like to know if anyone knows any people who identify as a "radical feminist" with the intention of including transgender people, cuz they're not doing a very good job of making themselves visible right now.

I live in a country that already has 3 different regions currently attempting to remove transgender people from the vocabulary of anyone under the age of 18, something that I would've THRIVED with the knowledge of as a teenager. If I knew that puberty blockers were an option, I would've avoided 8 years of incredible intestinal pain, dysphoria, depression and more. That's my choice.

I'm of the same opinion that anyone should be able to wear whatever they want and present however they want, along with identifying however they want. If a boy wants to wear a dress then that's so good for him, but if it's an 18 year old trans boy who wants to wear a dress, he is still valid as a man, whereas I've seen typical terfs argue that a trans man wearing a dress means he wants to stay a girl, therefore should just identify as a girl.

If we're genuinely talking about a group of people who identify as "radical feminists" and don't have a single opinion about transgender people I would like to know who they are, because from my perspective "rad fems" are the exact same group of people as TERFs.

To wrap this all up, my fiance is a transgender man. He was actually a huge influence to help me come out myself and better my life, and I'll forever be thankful for his kindness and education. My best friends are all trans or genderless, my sibling is nonbinary, the 3 different women I would run away with if they asked me to are transgender women... ahem

I love transgender people. I love people who play with their own genetics and put themselves through years of medical stress to be the best versions of themselves. Transgender people have been the kindest community I've ever interacted with, the most selfless group of individuals, the most in tune with their own minds and bodies and the world around them. I love their resilience and their strength in a world that wants them to desist, and I will always be on the side of transgender people.

This blog is not censored for appeal, nor will I ever post anything to satisfy any form of masses. This blog is my own beliefs, and my beliefs are that trans people are (pardon my pun) rad as fuck.

#lexis ESSAYS #my GOD #lexis thoughts #not dnp #lgbtq+#lgbtqia #queer #if u couldn't tell this is one of my passions #i will talk about how much i love trans people until i die #trans rights are human rights

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Astro - Chapter One

A/N: Chapter One is finally here! I am so excited to share this story with you all. Please reblog, leave comments or message me, and have a great Monday! The next chapter will be posted in a day or two.

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The black haired pilot walked into The Hard Deck, smiling as she slid her aviators to the top of her head. A crowd had already begun to form throughout the bar, and she spotted tan Navy uniforms in the back corner near the pool tables. She had forgone her own uniform tonight, wanting to meet her new squadron outside of her ranks. She could already make out a few faces from Top Gun classes before and after her graduation.

Coyote, one of the more recent grads, spotted her and waved. “What’s up, Astro!”

Lieutenant Taylor Mitchell laughed to herself, holding up a ‘one moment’ finger as she approached the bar, grabbing her wallet from her jacket pocket. “Hey, Pen. I’ll take my usual.”

The brunette bartender smiled and shook her head at someone sitting at the bar. Not that Taylor would have noticed as she struggled to slide her credit card out of her wallet. Suddenly a hand reached over to stop her fumbling.

“I see how I stand in the ranks against alcohol. Add it to my tab, Penny.”

Taylor’s head snapped to the side at the voice. A wave of warmth enveloped her body as she stared at her father, Captain Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell, in the flesh. Taylor immediately jumped to hug him.

“Hey, sweetheart. It’s good to see you.” He patted her back as he laughed.

Taylor leaned back into the stool next to him, a giddy look on her face. “Hi, dad. How you been?”

“Lately? Fiery.” He said shortly, but she knew exactly what he meant. She had seen the reports leak through the ranks of a hypersonic jet explosion somewhere over Tennessee just last week. She had also heard the rumors of the top speed.

“Is it true?” She leaned closer.

He smiled at her excitement, the spitting image of himself at her age, too eager to learn and too excited about aviation for her own good. He leaned up to her ear. “10.3, sweetheart.”

“Jesus Christ, dad.” Penny slid her drink over to her with a smile. “Thanks, Pen.”

“So, how’s yours and Ice’s project going?” Maverick took a sip of his beer, excited to finally see his daughter for the first time in way too long.

Taylor scrunched up her nose. “You know, for a man that can’t speak, he gossips more than anyone else I know.” The duo laughed at their mutual friend. Taylor had been assigned a part time posting with Admiral Kazansky, aka ‘Iceman,’ Maverick’s old wingman back in their primetime. While she taught basic aerobatics full time for new aviators in the Navy, she also worked with the infamous Ice to build a timeline of the long history of the Top Gun school for the Navy’s new museum in her spare time. It was set to be revealed in the next two months at Miramar, pending how long this current detachment went. They still had so much to do for the opening, hence her shock when she was called back to Top Gun for this mission.

“You know, Ice. Always wants to talk. Besides, he likes to keep me updated on you. He’s insanely proud of everything you do.”

“Him and Aunt Sarah have been my rocks since you went to Darkstar.” There was a sadness in her voice, one that he unfortunately knew too well. His assignment to Darkstar meant a lot more secrets, something the pair was way too familiar with at this point, but it made it impossibly hard to see each other when she was flying jets halfway across the world at any given point without notice and he was keeping his nose down to avoid inevitable retirement. He hadn’t talked to her face to face in almost a year. “Why do I get the feeling this isn’t a social visit to North Island, dad?”

His memory flashed back to his debriefing that morning with Cyclone and Warlock. How his eyes focused on two faces in the lineup, a pang in his chest that hadn’t gone away since they told him about the mission objective.

He changed subjects. “How’s Bradley?”

She looked down and shrugged. “Couldn’t tell ya. Haven’t talked to him in three months. I know he’s overseas somewhere.” Maverick turned towards her, a shocked look on his face. Oh, these two kids would be the death of him. “We are, uhm, we’re on a break again.”

“Taylor-”

“I know, I know. I’m an idiot for staying. I know.” She rolled her eyes before meeting his. “We’ve tried dating other people. But he’s the only person I trust in this life. The only one to understand this chaos.” She gestured around the bar. “Top Gun isn’t exactly a common subject.”

“He’s gonna be here, Astro.” His daughter paled slightly. “He’s been called back too.”

“Fuck. What the hell kind of mission is this that they need all these number ones?” She sighed. “Dad, you have the Uncle Goose face.”

The Uncle Goose face. His worst tell for when things were going to go wrong. She first described it as the hollowed face he would get around the anniversary of Goose’s death every July. And then it evolved to when he would get orders for a suicide mission. When Ice was diagnosed. When Carole was dying. She knew that meant the worst, that someone wasn’t coming home from this mission.

“Astro!” A female voice yelled out. Both Mitchells turned to see a dark haired pilot run up to them.

“Phoenix!” Taylor caught her friend in her arms excitedly, the somber mood replaced with pure excitement at the reunion. “It is so good to see you.”

“You too, wow, can’t believe we’re all being called back. Must be one hell of a mission.” Phoenix turned toward the older gentleman. “You must be Captain Mitchell.The family resemblance is uncanny.”

Maverick shook her hand. “Call me Maverick. I’ll let you two catch up, I’ve got some work to finish up.” He hugged his daughter, then gathered his things as the two young pilots ran off to the pool tables where the other tan uniforms were.

Maverick quietly snuck out of the bar.

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“Well, if it isn’t my favorite history buff. ” A voice rang out as Phoenix and Astro approached the pool table. Taylor felt a smile reach across her face as she turned to the blond pilot. “Riddle me this, what is the name of the only active pilot with a confirmed air kill in his resume? Oh, that’s right. It’s me!”

“Hangman, you remember who my uncle is, right? I can have that title stripped with the snap of my dainty little finger.” She punched his arm gently. He feigned hurt before opening his arms to her. “How are ya, Jake?”

“Much better now that I know you’re here, Tay. What is going on here?”

She met Jake when he was first learning how to fly a fighter jet. And boy, was he bad at flying and worse at flirting. His graduation class was her first set of students after she graduated from Top Gun, and she became much closer to the pilot as he rose to be number one in his own Top Gun class. Now the two relied on each other heavily, having flown numerous missions together. Rooster’s delayed entry into the academy meant that Hangman had become her number one wingman over the years. Bradley’s jealousy only grew watching as their friendship and playful flirting did, until the penultimate night where Hangman’s nose and Astro’s fist got in an argument over him, and Rooster finally asked his oldest friend out on a date in the quiet of her home, while he helped bandage up her bruised knuckles.

Jake had seen the way he looked at her. His endless flirting was his best way of being Astro’s wingman when they weren’t in the air. He’d take the busted nose to see her happy. She had said yes to the older aviator, not knowing the years of torment and pent up emotions that led them to the chaos that was their relationship now. When it was great, it was a romance movie waiting to be filmed. But the days when things got tough, when new orders were given, when one of them was hurt, or anything that had to do with a pilot called Maverick, well, it felt like watching a hurricane. Yet, somehow, the carnage always brought them closer in the end.

It killed Jake to watch her go through the torture that was loving Bradley Bradshaw, but he would stand by her side until the day he died. That didn’t mean he wasn’t allowed to hate the guy though.

“Alright, punk, let’s see what you got.” Taylor yoinked the pool cue out of his hand, sinking his final ball. He gasped dramatically, snapping back to the bar.

“Oh you’re on!”

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“Rooster!”

A tall man walked into the bar with the swagger of a star, and his energy immediately lit up the room. The pilot recognized the voice yelling his name, and he winked over the aviators on his nose. He met her at the bar as she was handed a round of beers.

“This is how I find out you’re stateside?” Phoenix asked, headed back to the pool tables.

“I wanted to surprise you.” He smirked and she gave him a disapproving look.

Phoenix passed out the beers to the other aviators around, and introduced Rooster to Payback, Fanboy, and Bob. They were all tops of their classes.

“Hey, speaking of top of their classes.” Phoenix leaned into him, pointing across the bar near the dart board. Rooster followed her line of sight and saw her. His breath caught in his throat. She really did get more beautiful every time he saw her. The dark hair pulled back into a high ponytail, tight jean shorts, and a gray bomber jacket perfectly summed up the woman he was dreaming about every night for the last few months.

“Taylor!” He couldn’t stop himself from yelling over the crowd and her head snapped his way. He immediately wove his way through the crowd to get to her.

“Bradley!” Taylor exclaimed as she jumped into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he barely flinched, catching her weight flawlessly.

“Hi baby.” The name came like second nature out of his mouth. She smelled like rum, her tanned skin warm to the touch, and, damn, did she feel like home.

“When did you get back?” She asked, putting enough distance between them for her to give him a once over. His sun-kissed skin accentuated his white tank top and signature Hawaiian shirt. He had obviously been stationed somewhere sunny for the last three months.

“This morning. Would’ve been here earlier if I could get that damn Bronco running faster.” He had wanted to find her as soon as he landed. The last conversation they had left them both crying, him on a flight to London, her home alone. That was almost four months ago. She had written him a few letters, but he never had the courage to respond to them. Standing in front of him now, he regretted that decision. Her letters had stopped coming after a month, and he had no idea what she was up to now. Of course his romantic plan to apologize and reunite was spoiled when his old Bronco was giving him trouble at his garage, so he had to spend the day fixing it to avoid an ungodly expensive Uber to The Hard Deck.

Suddenly, a taller man approached behind her. Rooster’s eyes flicked up to his least favorite person, Hangman.

“Hangman, you look…good.” Taylor turned to see her friend behind her.

“Well, I am good, Rooster, I am very good.” Taylor rolled her eyes as he sauntered in between them. “So, what number breakup was this one? Three or Four?” He sneered.

“Jake-” Taylor warned but Bradley was immediately riled up by him. Of course. His ego would always be his enemy.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bradley puffed up his chest as he stood in the blond’s face.

Hangman flashed that signature cocky smile of his. “Don’t get your feathers fluffed up, Rooster. It’s just an observation based on years of first hand experience of picking up your pieces every time you chicken out.”

“Hey, knock it off. Both of you. It is too early for this.” Taylor shoved both of them away from each other. Jake walked off at her request, leaving the two alone in the crowd. She turned back to Bradley, her breath catching as he was standing much closer now.

“I missed you.” He mumbled lowly.

She smirked and leaned up to him, leaving barely any space between their lips. “Buy me a drink and meet me outside.” She left him hanging as she slipped through the crowd to the back door.

Taylor took in the sight and smells of the beautiful California sunset over the Pacific. She loved this view. She could never get sick of it. Eventually, a drink was placed on the railing in front of her.

“I hope your drink hasn’t changed in the last three months.” Bradley said lightly. She shook her head and happily took a sip. “Good.”

The duo bumped shoulders together, years of playful closeness like second nature. They watched a group of kids playing volleyball near the water, a comfortable silence falling between the pair in the early dusk. Taylor turned her attention upwards as the familiar rumble of a fighter jet approached, the dark plane flying over their heads just seconds later. She watched it intently until it faded into the horizon.

Taylor then sighed into her drink. “I’m worried about this mission, Roo.” He smiled at her favorite iteration of his callsign. “They’ve got the number ones from the last few years of Top Gun classes here. Something isn’t right.”

“When did you get your orders?”

“A couple days ago. Ice told me over dinner. Told me not to worry about the exhibition until after this assignment, which is insane. We’re two months from the opening, and a Top Gun vacation was not what I needed right now. And I just can’t shake this bad feeling, like something was bothering him and he wasn’t telling me everything.”

He turned towards her, “I’m sure it’s just jitters. I just got back today, can we have one day where we don’t talk shop?” Taylor sighed internally. Of course, he was changing the subject as soon as it got serious. He hadn’t changed. “Besides, I think it’s time to liven this crowd up.”

He extended his hand for her to take, and she obliged mutely. He led them across the deck before she stopped short. “Hey, wait.” Bradley turned as she pulled a set of keys out, fidgeting with it before she offered something to his hand. “Before I forget.”

Bradley took the familiar key with the faded blue ‘B’ on it. His house key. He had left it on the counter all those months ago when he thought he would never see the inside of it again. Not with how violent and hurtful that argument had been. She had forgiven him in one of her letters, but he had a hard time forgiving himself for it.

“You sure?” She nodded and he smiled, taking her hand again.

The pair made their way back to the bar, Taylor to the jukebox and Bradley to the piano. She happily pulled the plug, halting the music while the gentle sounds of piano keys took over. On her way to the piano amidst the protesting patrons, she grabbed Phoenix and dragged her over.

Phoenix shook her head and laughed, knowing exactly what was happening. She had been friends with these two aviators for too long now.

“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain

Too much love drives a man insane

You broke my will

But what a thrill

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!”

Taylor spun Natasha around as the bar joined in singing. In between choruses, she leaned down to kiss the singer’s cheek, which only electrified him more.

They could talk shop tomorrow. For now, it was just a bunch of happy pilots on a Friday night.

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