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[deerspherestudios]

General Updates! 🎮

Hello hello, fireflies! After a week, poll results have decided I'll open my inbox permanently (oh boy) and will add more sprite variety for Day 3!

I'll keep things short, so some quick things:

First and foremost, unfortunately I have to postpone the Spanish translation for the game. It was too big a scope for me to manage being so new to game development. I'm sorry to those looking forward to it, but I promise I'll come back to it in the future when I'm much more prepared!

My Patreon will resume charging after the temporary pause, so heads up to those who became (or would like to become) a patron! I'm planning to change some tier rewards for Fawn, so members can get more content instead of just early access. Deer also has 2 more slots available! Please note I'll be posting on my Patreon on a minimum twice a month, so keep that in mind before you decide if it's worth it! I'll update more as progress continues, but if I haven't been able to, two updates is the best I can provide on a monthly basis.

I'll be reducing daily blog posts to 2 instead of 4. This way the blog is more likely to remain active as I queue posts and have an easier time managing it. Which helps since the inbox will always be open!

I'm halfway done listing assets for Day 3, so expect a progression post soon! I've been chipping away at it since there's a sizeable range of expressions, so it's taking a while.

It's funny that I somehow got busier after college, but between my wedding coming up next month and starting a part-time job today on top of daily things, I really have to find time to focus on Mushroom Oasis now ;v; I can only assure this project is still being worked on! <3 Thank you for your support and patience!

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Artwork #2

(Garfield Logan Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to Exegaytioner]

Requested by: Liviejc

Keys:

Y/N: Your Name

Word Count: 6,063

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Sorry it took so long; it’s been a mix of the holiday and a bit of writers block

Pet Name Used (Bunny)

Biting

Slight degrading

Begging

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     It's been a couple of months since I walked in on Y/N painting her wall. Since then, I've been a little attached to her. We spend a lot of time together, whether that's me watching her work on different art projects, or Y/N watching her show as I game, or just sitting in each other's presence.

     Over this time, I've learned a bit about her, but not as much as I'd like. She's a 'freak accident', like I am; like most of the team is. Other than that, I don't know anything about her, but it seems there's not much to know. I will say that kind of explains her hatred for her shifting color schemes.

     The most recent activity we do together has been napping. Y/N always gets excited about her afternoon nap. She has issues sleeping alone which means her napping makes up most of her daily sleep. She used to nap with Nightwing but most days he'd be too busy for it, so she'd miss out. Y/N did end up asking me to nap with her instead. I answered yes, a little quicker than I meant.

     I won't admit it to anyone, but I've started growing feelings for her, which have only gotten worse over time. We used to just nap. Well, Y/N would nap, and I would lay next to her. Then we started making out before she'd nap. Now we make out before and after she naps.

     I enjoy it. I like her rubbing up on me and kissing me. I like the dark crimson color that coats her lips after we kiss. I like her. All that doesn't help my denial.

     Y/N on the other hand, I have no clue how she feels about it. You would figure with the whole 'hue of her skin matches her emotions' it would be easy to tell how Y/N feels. Well, when you don't know what the different colors and hues mean, it doesn't!

     It also doesn't help that the only thing I ever see her in is that dumb white cloak of hers. Given, her hood is never up anymore - unless we're on a mission. She's more loose about letting her arms show too, but with how big the sleeves are they tend to cover her more than they don't.

     When Y/N naps, she's usually curled up, so her ankles end up showing. Sometimes her cloak parts and shows a bit of her thighs. It makes me feel like a Victorian boy. 'Oh, her ankles! How sinful of me to look at such things!'

     I have asked Y/N a few times about our kisses. How she feels about them and such. Usually, she ignores me. The few times she has answered haven't been very nice. Her answer is usually something like 'You tolerate my naps, so I tolerate your kisses'. I don't want her to tolerate our makeouts. I want her to want them. I want her to want me.

     I have talked about our situation with Nightwing, and he usually helps. How he's explained it is that Y/N struggles with expressing emotions. Weird to think about since her powers are linked to her emotions, but not knowing much about her leaves a lot of room for speculation. However, seeing how she lives at the mountain like a lot of us, assumptions are easy to place.

     Like every afternoon, Y/N is curled up against me, fast asleep. Her back is pressed up against my side and her head is resting on my arm. My other arm is thrown across the bed, forgotten. Y/N won't sleep if she's not touching me in some way, but at the same time, she doesn't like being touched a lot. It makes for a weird balance. Too much touching and she can't stay asleep, too little touching and she also can't stay asleep.

     She's cute when she sleeps, and not angry which is always a plus. She gets angry pretty quickly, but I'm not that surprised. Y/N just happens to have the same hair-trigger temper that Conner does.

     The thought of glancing under her cloak flickers through my head. That would be perverted and wrong... but, she is sleeping in my bed so it couldn't be too bad... right? No. Nope. That's wrong.

     I shift away from her, putting a bit of space between the two of us as I shake the thoughts out of my head. If I want to see her coloring that bad, I can just ask. The worst she can say is no, right? Or... it could put us back to square one again. Put us back to barely talking and her walls shooting back up.

     Y/N whimpers a bit, turning over so her head is on my shoulder now, her arms - exposed - resting on my chest, and her front pressed up against me. I watch as her skin shifts from milky white to a soft pink. The color blotches over her arms and the exposed part of her chest that comes in contact with me.

     I'm not too surprised by this. Usually when Y/N wakes up the side of her face is this soft bubble gum pink color from where she was pressed into my arm. Even at this moment, her cheek is decorated in the coloring, though it's starting to fade back to white now that she has switched sides. I enjoy watching her colors shift, it's relaxing.

     Some of Y/N's coloring is obvious. The dark red, almost black means she's mad and is usually paired with matching tight curls. When her hair is short, fuzzy - and usually grey - it means she didn't sleep too well, which also means Y/N will have an even shorter temper than usual. Yellow - the bright one, not the washed-out one; I don't know what the washed-out coloring is yet - means she's happy. How bright it is shows how happy she is. Other than that, the rest of the coloring is still a mystery.

     I stay like this, watching the pink spotting get darker the longer she lays against me. I wonder what the pink means. To me, pink is the color of love. Maybe she does like me and just doesn't know it. However, I have seen her turn pink while working on her art and while reading and such. Those things can't exactly bring feelings of love... I don't think.

     Maybe I should get a feelings chart. That might help my situation. Especially since I'm not sure if every feeling has a different color or if it's more of an umbrella thing. I'm pretty sure it's an umbrella thing... maybe.

     Y/N shifts, pulling my attention back to her. Her head picks up, eyes open this time. They're milky white, like the rest of her, for a second. Soon they shift to her bright yellow with flickers of pink through them. God, what does the pink mean?

     "Good morning, Garfield," she says, dipping her head back to my shoulder as she shifts herself on top of me. I tense a bit as Y/N slides into my lap, her legs bent at my sides, her arms draping themselves over my shoulders and her chest pressed into mine. She sits like this all the time, after every nap, in the middle of every day. It shouldn't be any different today, but it does feel different. It's probably because I was deep-diving into my thoughts today.

     "How'd you sleep?" I ask, placing my hands on her thighs. What color are my handprints under her cloak? Are they pink? Yellow? Are her inner thighs littered with blotches from where they press into me? I want to know so bad. Y/N just hums in response, shifting her head onto my neck instead of my shoulder.

     Once again, she falls still, her soft breathing coating my neck and making my nerves spark. I think I just need something new for us. Something more than just our makeouts. Something to let me know Y/N enjoys this instead of seeing it as a chore.

     I slide my hands around some, my fingers curling around the edges of her cloak that has parted a bit from her position. My eyes stay locked on the ceiling as I tip my fingertips over the hem, barely coming in contact with her bare skin. It's silent for a beat, the warmth of her skin sliding up my fingers, but the silence doesn't stay long. "Don't do that," Y/N says, her fingers sliding down and wrapping around mine to pull my hand away. She lays it back in its usual spot, gently placed on top of her thigh, over her cloak.

     So much for something new, something to prove that she enjoys whatever the hell this is. Y/N's head tilts back up, her eyes now their ashy grey. Besides the angry red color, grey is the most used color on Y/N. Her eyes, skin, and hair, are all grey when we go on a mission. Unlike her sleepiness, when we're on a mission her hair is pin-straight and long. I don't know what the grey means. Maybe focus. What is she focusing on right now? Is focus even an emotion? I don't think so.

     Her head tilts some, eyes slowly melting back to the yellow and pink from before, her hair doing the same. I'll take that as a good sign. Happiness is always good, even if I don't know what it's paired with. Y/N's fingers are soft and airy as they slide up my neck, stroking my cheeks as she cups my face. She bends down, her lips sliding over my skin for a second before finding a new place to butterfly a kiss too. Maybe she does enjoy our kisses, why else would she be so gentle? So soft? Her lips trail over my face, leaving their warmth across my nose, my eyes, my forehead, my jaw, anywhere she can reach.

     My hands slide backward, jumping over her butt to slide around her back. I feel so loved, and so cared for when Y/N starts our kisses like this. If she doesn't feel anything for me, how could she make me feel this way? How could she push so much love out in these little touches if she doesn't care about me too?

     "Y/N?" I ask, my words coming out softer than I meant them to.

     "Garfield?" She whispers back, her lips sliding against the corner of my mouth, making my heart rate rise and blood rush down my body. It's annoying. This is annoying. I hate feeling so in love, so needy for her, just for nothing to ever happen outside of the few minutes before and after she sleeps. Outside of this, Y/N rarely lets me touch her, and the one time I tried to kiss her, I got a broken nose and a week of her being skittish. No naps during that week too which meant no kisses either.

     I gently slide my hands up Y/N's body, sliding them up her shoulder and cupping her face. I tilt her back, so her eyes are focused on me instead of her kisses. She looks so pretty, her back arched, her cloak opened some, showing me the top of her chest, the soft blue of her bra poking out a bit. This isn't helping my rushing blood or my thoughts. I can't touch her thighs, but I can see down her top? She's half awake, I doubt she knows this is what she looks like.

     I rub my fingers across her cheeks like Y/N has been doing to me. Soft streaks of pink are littered across her face, from where she's rubbed up against me. The paths of my thumbs are darker pink from the constant contact. Why do my fingers leave a pink spot, but her lips are red when we kiss? If I kiss other parts of her, will those turn pink? Or red?

     "Do you like our kisses?" I ask, trying to focus on her eyes but instead, my eyes keep dropping down her top and rising back up to her lips.

     Y/N shifts, her back going straight as she sits up, and her knees tightening around my sides. I'm a bit disappointed at the shift, the beautiful scene is gone now, but I can't complain much. The added pressure to my groin feels nice, teasing even. She shifts more, pressing into the half-hard situation in my pants for a second, her eyes wandering around the room. This is getting heated quicker than usual. All the build-up from the last few weeks looming over us, threatening to snap if Y/N keeps rubbing up on me like this. I place my hands on her hips, keeping her in place. Maybe not the best placement, but her being still is better than her adding friction.

     "I don't mind them," she answers, wiggling out of my hold and lying back down next to me.

     That pisses me off. Y/N is not dumb, she's a very smart girl, so she has to know touching me like this has some kind of effect. She has to know normal people don't nap and have heated make-out sessions with their friends. And what does she mean? She 'doesn't mind them'? What the hell Y/N?

     I look over at her, watching the pink on her skin fade back to white. Watching it helps me calm down a bit. It always relaxes me when I get to watch her shift. "Y/N?" I call again at a normal tone this time, as I slide my hand back to its place on her thigh. I massage it softly, debating if I should try to dip it down again.

     "Garfield?" Y/N answers again, her head turning towards me. Her eyes are starting to shift to red, the same crimson red her lips usually are by now. Is she mad at me for touching her? She sounds pretty calm compared to how she usually is when she's mad. Maybe she isn't mad.

     "Do you not like me kissing you?" I ask, giving into my want and dipping my fingertips down, toying with Y/N's inner thighs.

     "I don't... not like it," she answers, turning her head away from me. I watch, waiting for a reaction, but I don't get one.

     "So... you do like them?" I push, sliding closer to her. I'm leaning over Y/N's face, hovering barely over her, and slide my fingers down slightly lower, the hem of her cloak coming into contact with my fingers again.

     Y/N's eyes are wide, mostly grey with flickers of red throughout them, her skin doing the same. Her body is a bit stiff, and her chest jumps faster than normal. Is she nervous or scared? Maybe both? "Umm... I guess so," she answers, her legs closing and squeezing my hand between them.

     She guesses so? She doesn't know? The anger from earlier bubbles up again. I want Y/N to know she wants me, I want her to be as needy for me as I am for her, I want her to voice her thoughts and feelings about me.

     "Y/N?" My voice rings out, my fingers curling around her cloak again. I just need something, anything from her to let me know she feels somewhat good about this, about our kisses, about whatever relationship we have. I move her cloak, moving the fabric up her legs so her inner thighs are exposed to me.

     "Garfield," she breathes out, her skin and eyes redder than grey as I slide over her warm skin, her cloak now covering both my hand and her thigh. Her skin is smooth, soft, and hopefully colorful. I like Y/N's voice like this, I want to hear her say my name like that again.

     My name ringing in my ears makes my pants tighter, the half-hard-on is now a full-blown-hard-on. "I want to see your coloring," I tell her, gently parting her legs some so I can move my hand easier. The small circles I've been pushing into her skin have left a red ring on her skin. Is that good or bad? Is Y/N enjoying this or not?

     "You... what?" She asks, her voice still light, her head tilted down some so our eyes are connected. Y/N's eyes are fully red now, and her mouth is slightly parted. Is she horny? Is that what's happening? I mean, she looks horny. Picked up breathing, wide eyes, parted lips.

     My head falls to the side as I lean down, connecting our lips as my eyes snap shut. Y/N's lips feel soft and plump against my own. She tastes like honey, a leftover flavor from her tea this morning. It's not long before her mouth falls open, giving me access before I even have the chance to ask for it.

     I let my hand continue to squeeze the flesh of her thigh, bringing my other one up to do the same thing. My tongue slides over Y/N's, the feeling only causing more of my nerves to go haywire. Her hands are stiff but gentle as they cling to my biceps, her fingers shaking against my skin.

     "Why are you so nervous?" I ask once we pull apart, Y/N panting some under me. "I just want to see your coloring," I add, slowly pulling her legs further apart, her cloak falling open and pooling at her hips. Crimson red colors are littered across her skin, dark purples swirling with the color from where my fingers have crossed over her skin, the rest of her still grey. Matching soft blue panties stand out against her ashy color of her. Little Miss Matching, how cute.

     "I'm... I just..." Y/N stumbles, her panting slowed some but still present. I inch my fingers up, letting a finger on each side slide across the bands of her underwear clinging to her legs. This gets me a shift of her legs, but they fall back into place, wide open for me to admire.

     "You have to use your words. I'm tired of trying to read your mind," I murmur, scooting down the bed so I can dip my head between her legs. Y/N's hands slide up to my shoulders from my movement and soon knot themselves into the hair on my neck. Once again, her legs fall close, tapping against me before falling open again. "Why are you nervous?" I whisper against her skin, sliding my lips over her inner thigh. Like my fingerprints, an outline of my lips forms a dark red with blotches of purple through it. I continue pressing kisses into her left thigh, leaving new outlines in my wake.

     "I... you're.... you're touching me," Y/N answers, her legs tapping against the side of my face again. It's cute, how nervous she is about me seeing her like this, how her legs fall open when she's reminded of my placement.

     "So? I touch you all the time," I comment, switching to her right thigh. I let my eyes flicker up, taking in Y/N as I leave a long lick from mid-thigh to the dip of her hip meeting her legs. A hissed breath comes from her, a red streak forming as I watch. Y/N's back is arched the slightest, her knees repeatedly bumping into me before falling open again, her body shaking a bit, hands buried into my head. I think this is prettier than the scene I got to see earlier.

     I pull back from her, kneeling in front of her bent legs so only my hands are in contact with her now. This lets her knees bump into each other when they go too close again. Y/N whimpers at this, her fingers sliding down to my face as I sit up. "Aww, is someone whiney?" I tease, inching my hands up her stomach, letting them slide under her clothing. "Why are you whiney? What do you want Bunny?"

     "I... I don't... I don't know," Y/N stumbles out, her body scooting down to move my hands up further. Her hands have moved back down to my shoulders, her nails digging into them. Her eyes are blown out, dark purple with spots of red, and watery as she looks at me. I've barely even touched her, and she's already overwhelmed. Y/N is going to need a long cool down after this.

     I mess with the bend of her bra, snapping it against her, running my fingers under it, inching up just a bit before dropping them back down. My eyes jump around her, her skin turning the same purple as her eyes, washing away all the grey. The previous prints on her thighs are now crimson red instead of their previous purple, making them stand out against the cooler color. "I think you do know," I answer back, completely pulling my hands down and planting them on her hips.

     Y/N whines again, thrusting her body down to attempt to move my hands further up her body. It doesn't work though; I keep them firmly in place as her legs bump into mine from her movement. "Please?" She whimpers, an involuntary pout forming on her face.

     "Please what? What do you want Bunny?" I repeat as the idea of Y/N dressed up in bunny ears and a puffy bunny tail serves as a nice reminder of my hard penis, which pulses at the thought. I just need to hold on a little longer, long enough to get Y/N to beg, long enough to get her prepped, and then I can have my pleasure. "If you don't tell me what you want, I'll leave you here to deal with this all by yourself," I threaten, rubbing soft circles into her hip bones to try and encourage her words out.

     "Touch me, please?" She begs, the words coming out desperate as her legs fall open again, filling my eyes with the sight of her panties. They're slightly wet now, a small spot forming as her juices seep out of her, only encouraging my actions more. She likes the teasing, she likes me forcing her words out, it's turning her on. Is that what the crimson red is? Or maybe that's what the purple is.

     "Touch you where, Bun? Here?" I tease, ghosting my fingers over the little mess Y/N is already forming. Her legs jerk from the touch, bumping into my arm before falling back into place. "Or here?" I ask, pressing soft circles into her clothes clit. Bump, bump, bump. Y/N's legs jerk again with every circle I push into her nerve bundle, squeezing my arm each time she comes into contact with it.

     "Garfield," she breathes out as she did earlier, another pulse from my dick and my breath hiccupping from it. I don't like how easily she cracks my swallow confidence. I am not a dominating partner by any means, but Y/N is even less a dominating person in bed so if I don't hold on to this tiny shaving of confidence, we'll be back to me panning over her with no retaliation.

     "Take it off," I bark out a lot meaner than I meant to. I clench her cloak in my hands, tugging it softly. "Please, Bun," I add, softening my tone in hopes of not scaring her off. I can't scare Y/N, I can't get this close to having her just to shove her back into her shell from being too rough, too mean.

     Slowly, Y/N's hands fall from my shoulders to the cute little white bow that keeps the cloth tightened to her body. Her fingers are shaking like crazy as she works on undoing it. Her eyes are still watery and so fucking hot as I look at her. I want to see her crying under me, I want to see her whole shaking because of me.

     "You're doing so good," I tell her once the bow is undone and her clothing falls to the side, exposing the skin of her torso, of her chest. Streaks of a mixed grey and red outline where my hands previously rubbed against. "So, so good, Bunny," I whisper against the skin of her neck, pushing soft kisses into it as I work on tugging her clothes the rest of the way off.

     Y/N curls around me as I'm bent over her. Her hands wrap around my shoulders, pushing our chests together, her legs wrapped around my hips and crossed on my back. Soft whimpers fill my ear as I push more sloppy kisses into her, now trailing them down her shoulders. It's so pretty, seeing the smooth white sliding off of Y/N, watching it pool behind her as small groups of colors form under my touches.

     I bite down gently into her shoulder, getting a soft cry of pain, and nails dig back into my shoulders, but I don't mind. I need to leave behind some marking, some proof of ownership, something to show that Y/N is mine for everyone to see, even if I know my eyes will be the only ones to ever see it. "Garfield, that hurts," Y/N whines, tugging on me gently to try and remove me from her.

     "I'm sorry," I murmur, littering kisses across her jaw before placing a soft one against her lips. Her tears have spilled over slightly, her cheeks damp as I pull back and look at her. "I want to be inside you so bad. Do you want me inside you?" I ask her, rubbing my thumb across her bottom lip as I look over her face. I do want to be in her, I want to be in her so badly, but I know she's overwhelmed. Y/N is shaking against me, and her tears aren't just from the bite mark, so I need to make sure she's okay with this, that she's not going to hate me if we do have sex, that she'll be okay after we have sex.

     Y/N's head nods a short yes, but that's not enough for me. I need to hear her yes; I need to hear that she wants me. I press another soft kiss to her lips, dropping my hands back down to the band of her bra. "I need you to use your words, Bun."

     "Please?" She whimpers, sliding herself against me. The sudden friction of her pussy against my ignored penis pulls a low moan out of me, getting me another soft hump and another whine from Y/N.

     "Please what?" I push, hooking my hands to her hips. I use this leverage to shove Y/N down hard onto me, to pick up the pace of her soaked panties rubbing against the front of my pants. I continue this, using my hand placement to hump myself as whimpers and whines spill from her, but not an answer. "I swear to God Y/N. Tell me what you want, or I'll jack myself off onto your pretty titties and leave you here whining like a desperate little Bunny that can't get herself off."

     Worry flickers through my head for a second but is quickly squashed when a moan tumbles out of Y/N's lips. "Please... I want you. Please? Pretty please Gar?" 

     That's enough confirmation for me to continue moving forward. I drop my hold on her long enough to shove my pants down and pull myself out. It's a struggle, getting myself out of my pants and boxers. Random body parts from the both of us bump together as I wiggle out of my clothes.

     Once I'm freed, I slide back between Y/N's legs, the head of my penis gently tapping against the soaked spot of her underwear. Her hands are back in place, tugging on my shirt that's covering my shoulders. "Needy, needy Bunny," I tease softly, leaning down to kiss Y/N's cheek before pulling my shirt off. 

     "Please?" She begs again, grinding her hips down against me. 

     I grab at her, having a tight hold on her hips again to stop her. "Don't do that," I warn, lifting her hips off mine. There's too much tension and if she keeps pushing, I'm not going to last long enough to fuck her. "I want to play with you first," I add, sliding my fingers down and letting them snag on her underwear.

     As I start pulling them down, Y/N grabs my wrist, pulling my attention to her face. Her skin is tinted in grey, only adding to the pretty mixes of red and purple. "Just... be gentle," she says, worry flooding her eyes and washing all the color out of it. Grey is fear. When Y/N is grey, she's feeling fearful.

     "I'll be gentle," I tell her, leaning up and placing a few soft kisses across her face before landing one on her lips. I continue this, littering her face in kisses, as I pull her panties off her legs. Grey is still present in Y/N's eyes, but the purple and red have started spilling back in. "You're so pretty," I whisper, moving forward so our hips are connected again. 

     Y/N's legs are back at my sides, squeezing me as my fingers dance around her folds, touching her but not touching where I know she aches. Her nails are sharp and a bit painful as they dig and release themselves from the skin of my shoulders. She is pretty, really pretty. Big watery doe eyes, body covered in explosions of colors, small noises spilling out as I tease, her clinging to me like she'll fall apart if she doesn't. I would be thrilled to spend the rest of my life looking at her like this.

     I slide my lips over hers, a distraction, something to calm her as I dip a finger into her. Y/N's fingers jolt again, digging into me as I pump my finger, helping her stretch out. "You're doing so good, Bunny," I whisper into her ear, dipping another finger in before curling inside her. I let my focus shift down, gazing at the sight of me disappearing into her.

     "Garfield," Y/N moans, pulling herself tighter against me.

     "Bunny," I tease, continuing to pump and curl against the walls of her pussy. Her body responds to the stimulation, tightening around me, her chest pumping to get more air into her lungs, and noises and whines for me spilling out. "You're doing really good," I repeat, pressing kisses anywhere I can reach. I debate whether to continue until she finishes or not. I don't want her to be overwhelmed, I don't want Y/N to stop enjoying this.

     I decide not to let her finish, not quite yet. I start pulling my fingers out, getting a distorted reaction from Y/N. "No! No, no, no," she whines, her hands sliding down my arms to try and stop me. 

     I turn my focus back to her face, taking in how beautiful she looks. Y/N's eyes are still doe-like, not a thought behind them besides me. Tears have spilled over again, making her cheeks all dewy and almost sparkly from the lights above us. Her chest has slowed down a bit, but it still looks full, pretty, soft. "God, you are pretty. You are beautiful, Y/N. You are gorgeous," I tell her, shifting myself around again.

     Heat rolls off of Y/N as I line myself up to her, tapping the head of my penis against her again, but with nothing in the way this time I'm able to poke just barely inside her. I tug her hands off my shoulders, lacing our fingers together as I gently press her hands against the bed. I want her to know she's able to let go, to call this off, to push me away if she needs to. "Y/N?" My voice rings out, a difference from the whimpers and whines that have been filling my ears.

     "Ya?" She answers, slinging her legs around me and attempting to pull me further into her.

     I give into her want, moving slowly, feeling just an inch of me sliding inside. "Are you sure you want this? We can stop," I tell her, hoping my own noises stay stuck in my throat.

     "Please? Pretty please? I want - I need more. Please Gar?" Y/N begs again, her fingers and legs tightening around me, trying to get more of me inside her.

     How can I say no to that? I pretty girl underneath me, begging me to fuck her. What sane person says no to that? Not me. I give again, letting the rest of me sink inside of her. Y/N is warm wrapped around me. Warm and loving. Perfect. 

     "You are so pretty. You are smart. You're gorgeous. You're so sweet. You are perfect. You know that? You are perfect, Bunny," I tell her, spilling out a new compliment after every thrust. A broken thank you falls from Y/N's lips after every one of my compliments, a moan or my name breaking up her words.

     This is perfect. She is perfect. Y/N likes me back, likes me enough to fuck her. Likes me enough to beg for me, to need me. My hands tighten around hers as I continue to thrust into her as I dip my head down. I clamp my teeth on her shoulder a couple more times, making sure to be gentle as I do so. Little whimpers fall from her at this action which only makes my thrusts sloppier.  

     The sloppier my thrusts get, the more upset I get. I don't want this to end, and I really don't want it to end this soon. I knew I wasn't going to last long from the start, all the teasing today and during the whole week made sure of that. "Bunny," I murmur, sliding my tongue over Y/N's neck before I continue. "I'm not going to last much longer."

     "No, you have to keep going. Please?" She whines from under me, her hold on me as she complains.

     "I can't, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Bun," I mutter against her skin, covering her raw skin in kisses. She squirms from my lips brushing against the forming bite marks. It's cute, but doesn't help my rushing high that's closing in. "We'll go again, I promise, I just... I can't," I add on, sliding more kisses over her markings, making her squirm around more.

     Another whine comes but is chased by Y/N pressing her own kisses into me. She leaves kisses wherever she can reach, my arms, my chest, my shoulders, everywhere.

     "Fuck," I mutter, sliding out of her as the band in my stomach slightly tighter than I want. As I pull out, my cum spills out onto Y/N's thighs. It leaves a pretty scene for me to enjoy. My cum covering her thighs in a pretty white, it stands out against the dark purple of her skin and the crimson red from where I was placed between them.

     Damn, all of her looks pretty, looks hot. Once again Y/N's chest is heaven for breath, a slight dew of sweat coating her body. Her skin is a pretty mix of reds and purples, every place I've touched her being empathized by the red and the rest of her being that pretty purple color. The bite marks I left littered across her shoulders - all five of them - a softer red, and slightly bruising. 

     "I'm sorry," I repeat, letting myself slump on top of her. Our hands are still intertwined as I let my body weight crush her a bit, my head buried into her neck. My dick is sensitive, but I push myself back into Y/N anyway, putting her whimpers of dissatisfaction on a slower setting. "I promise we'll go in again in a few minutes, okay?"

     "Okay," Y/N responds, her breathing slowing a bit. Her fingers slide gently against mine, helping me calm down from my high.

     I let my eyes focus on the coloring of her neck, the colors slowly dulling down before settling back to her peaceful white color. The soft pink returns again in all the places I'm touching her. I change my mind; this is the scene I'd be happy to watch for the rest of my life. Her skin shifting colors, me tangled up against her warm skin, Y/N's soft touches against me as I relax. God, I love watching Y/N's coloring, and I can't wait to make the colors shift again.

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[wwilloww]

update: where i've been part two

hi! hello! my beautiful friends!

good god i have missed you so very much. i am so sorry i've been away.

back in september of last year i popped onto tumblr to tell you all where i've been. i had every intention of coming back to write but it just... never happened. i got sucked back into the vacuum of school and thesis and old friends and new friends and a new relationship with a really lovely girl.

i've been thinking a lot about why i haven't been active on here. tbh i don't go a day without thinking of this community and the stories i've left unfinished and untended to. heads up, the next couple of paragraphs are a little personal, so please treat them with some tenderness.

the fall brought a lot of really big changes for me and looking back i realize my stopping writing on here is a result of me trying to integrate those big changes into my life.

first off, i've been working nonstop on a book (a book!!!) which is also my thesis for my master's. i really underestimated how much time and creative energy this book would take. i've learned so much though, both in regards to form and craft, but also as a person, finding out so much about who i am.

then, after the combination of moving away from my shitty old apartment, changing my thesis project from anger and depression to something focused on joy and reconnection, and making some big mindset changes, i felt so strangely free. 🌱 at first, i thought it was just a windfall. that it'd last for a couple of days. but as the fall semester went on, i felt lasting relief from some mental health issues i've been struggling with as a result of a horrible, horrible relationship that lasted the entirety of my teen years. the change was incredible. it was like my body and mind were functioning again. i felt happy. like actually, really happy. and when i wasn't happy, i was content.

on top of that, this fall prompted me to re-explore my sexuality. i didn't know where my relationship with fanfiction fit into this new understanding of myself, and i'm still parsing it apart.

so. i'm still figuring all of these things out, and i think having a space away from showing up online was really crucial to that growth.

every day i've been away from tumblr i've missed it and i've missed you guys and i think it's time to come back. last year this time, i was writing 1k+ a day for sh., and the seasons reminded me of how special and wonderful it was to be deep in that creative process. i don't know if it's realistic to promise a chapter a month, but i would like to put out a chapter in the next two weeks, as i've been working on it bit by bit over the last couple of months.

this is all to say:

sh. and my unfinished projects will continue, as will new projects. i'm going to keep writing.

thank you all for being here, even when i'm not. you all are such a beautiful community and i feel so so happy to be a part of this group of fantastic people.

thanks for being my friends. thank you for believing in and uplifting my writing. you're incredible.

with love,

willow 🌱💕

#update

[dream-meister-translations]

DREAM MEISTER & THE RECOLLECTED BLACK FAIRY

MAIN STORY : CHAPTER 2 PART 20

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Several days later, under the clear blue sky…

KAI : Aaand, we're done! Ahh~!

GUI : Our observations... We’ve successfully completed our observations…

EMMA : Well done, everyone!

SION : Tsk. Making such a fuss over observation reports...

KAI : Weren’t you also making a big fuss and crying to the teacher, Sion?

SION : W-Well...

EMMA : I was quite surprised when I heard that Sion’s Dream Flower had turned black…

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SION : E-Est!! I have a big problem!

EST : Whoa, slow down. What's going on, Sion? You're not acting like yourself.

EST : You're still recovering from what happened, so try not to get all worked up, okay?

SION : My... My Dream Flower turned completely black!

EST : Oh? Dream Flowers reflect the owner's dream power. It must have been influenced by the dark fairy that possessed you.

SION : I see. S-So once I make a full recovery… The flower will as well? ...W-Well seems I caused quite the commotion…

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KAI : Heh, at least our group project was a complete success! Let's celebrate with a good dinner tonight!

SION : What are you talking about?

SION : It wasn't a complete success. There were many areas where we fell short, especially you, Kai.

SION : Your analysis of magical therapy during the recovery phase is too simplistic.

SION : You haven't observed enough cases, and your focus on the progress of each one is too narrow.

GUI : Uh...

SION : Gui, don't rely on my report too much either. You could have explored at least ten more variations in the magical subject.

GUI : Y-yes... Um, Sion, how do you know so much about the magical subject even though it's not your specialty?

SION : ...The Magia Seminar is a place where you can study both magic and witchcraft.

SION : It's not strange for me to understand your field.

KAI & GUI : ...

SION : What's with those faces? Am I saying something wrong?

KAI : Haha, not at all.

GUI : Right...

EST : Emma, thank you for your help. The students really appreciated it.

EMMA : Hehe, I'm glad I could be of assistance.

EST : I'd like to take a moment to express my gratitude, but there's something urgent I need to discuss.

EST : It's about that gun you asked Gui to analyze. It's going to get a bit... sketchy.

EMMA : !!

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ANGE : Nya~a.

EST : We're back, Ange. Thanks for watching over things.

KAI : Hey, Ange! Were you a good kitty?

GUI : We're back! We'll feed you right away.

ANGE : Nyaa~!

SION : Ange... I'm back.

ANGE : ...Pfft.

EMMA : (Hang in there, Sion...)

We sit down on the couch in the conversation room, being careful not to crowd Sion, who looks particularly dejected.

EMMA : Sorry, Gui. I know you're busy, but there's something I need to say.

GUI : It's... It's fine! You've been a great help, so don't worry about it...

CROW : Thanks, Gui. So, what have you found out about the gun?

GUI : Well...

GUI : This gun is undoubtedly a magical instrument. However, I don't know much about the specific magic embedded in it...

EST : I also tried to investigate it, but it seems to involve very ancient magic.

EST : There are seals and such, making it difficult to decipher. I'm sorry, but we're at a dead end.

EMMA : I see...

GUI : But, I know someone who might have some insight into this. He's an acquaintance of my late grandfather, or more precisely, a friend of my grandfather who passed away.

NOAH : Someone involved in some shady business?

CROW : The kind of people who do things that wouldn't earn them praise, like criminal activities?

GUI : Um, well... this person is not necessarily a bad guy. He wants to make sure that magical instruments like this don't fall into the wrong hands...

GRANDFLAIR : I understand, Gui. Please continue.

GUI : Yes. I asked them myself, and he gave me some information about this gun.

GUI : It seems that this gun is being circulated through a certain black market...

GUI : And the people controlling this distribution route are...

EMMA : ! Who are they?

EST : They are an illegal organization known as the Bloody Lady, rooted in the pleasure capital of Graveland.

NOAH : The Bloody Lady...?

CROW : An illegal organization, huh? Sounds pretty dangerous.

EMMA : Could they be connected to Nanashi and the others?

CROW : If they’re the one distributing these guns, then…

CROW : …Things could get really bad with these in circulation…

NOAH : So, are we going to fight the Bloody Lady?

EMMA : If they’re Nanashi’s allies and trying to destroy people's dreams just like them, then we’ll have no choice.

GRANDFLAIR : We should exercise caution.

GRANDFLAIR : They’re an underground organization, and we know very little about their numbers or true nature.

EMMA : Waiting until harm is done would be too late. I think we should act immediately.

CROW : I agree. If we keep playing catch-up, we'll never get ahead.

GRANDFLAIR : ...And  if it turns out to be a wild goose chase… We might just end up falling further behind…

EST : There's one more thing I'd like to discuss...

EST : Magia Seminar is willing to help you, too.

EMMA : Huh...?

EST : We wanna work with you to stop Nanashi and the Bloody Lady. We can split our efforts.

EMMA : But...

KAI : Oh, no need to give us the “but it’s dangerous” spiel or anything like that.

GUI : This gun and the remote they had are likely very advanced magical instruments.

EST : It's highly probable that someone well-versed in magic and witchcraft is on the enemy's side.

KAI : So, it looks like it's our turn to shine, right?

GUI : Whether it's magic or witchcraft, magical instruments or not, they are meant to bring happiness to people. I can't allow them to be used to hurt others!

SION : I wanna make up for all the trouble I caused…

EMMA : Everyone...

EST : So, Emma, can we count on you from now on?

EST : As a comrade and, if possible, as our guild keeper.

EMMA : Yes!

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MIRROR : ...

MIRROR : Hmm, that was rather tame and predictable, wasn’t it?

NANASHI : Is that a complaint I’m hearing as soon as we get back~? They threw some surprises our way, you know~.

MIRROR : Everything went according to plan. This is just one of the typical futures I foresee.

NANASHI : Sure, sure, if you say so~

NANASHI : ...Oh? Impatient as always. I was actually planning on reporting back soon.

??? : How are her abilities?

NANASHI : Purification, you mean? Very real. My Black Fairy was taken away.

??? : I see... hehe.

NANASHI : So, what's the plan from here?

??? : We meet Emma. And… help give them a nudge in the right direction.

NANASHI : Huh?

MIRROR : The king’s making his move already? It’s too soon…

NANASHI : Mirror’s right… What am I doing all this work for if we're just gonna jump the gun?

NANASHI : ...Whatever. Selfish as always…

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LANNES : Oh, this isn’t good!

INTEL : And you’re noisy. Please, it’s bad enough we have to pull these all-nighters.

LANNES : Apologies. Cleaning up after the chairman again?

INTEL : He disappears at the worst possible moment every time... I want to grind that carefree face into compost.

LANNES : The chairman's habit of going missing isn't something new, though. But he is taking it to the extreme…

INTEL : Sigh... So, what were you yelling about earlier?

LANNES : Well, we received a message from Emma and the others.

LANNES : It seems that the Bloody Lady may be connected to the organization we're chasing, and...

INTEL : What!?

LANNES : It's a serious situation. If the Bloody Lady is involved, it's inevitable that the Primus Club will be...

INTEL : Shh! Keep it down. The Federation isn't officially aware of the relationship between the Bloody Lady and the Primus Club.

INTEL : ...At least not openly.

LANNES : Adult secrets, huh. In any case, it's going to be a sticky situation...

LANNES : Emma… Please stay safe…

#Yumekuro #YMKR #Yumekuro Translations #Yumekuro Chapter 2 #Chapter 2 #YMKR Chapter 2 #Dream Meister #Dream Meister Translations #Otome #Otome Translations #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy Translations #CH2P20

[sadcatjae]

A Very Late Introduction

HELLO!

I'm doing this because I've been here for a while now but haven't actually introduced myself, which is kinda rude but hey! Better late than never(?)

You can call me Jae (but anything works), and my pronouns are they/them. I'm 30, non-binary/gender fluid, neurodiverse, QTPOC writer who's an administrator by day and deviant by night. I dipped my toe into professional writing with my short stories and theatre works, but decided that indulging in my real passion (gay whumpy trash writing) is what I actually live for.

I've been into whump the entire time I've been cognisant. I always thought I was weird or broken for obsessing over whumpy scenes in media & books. I'd also write, fantasise, and act out whump scenarios. It wasn't until I discovered the online whump community a few years ago that I realised this is a Real Thing, and most likely a response to a traumatic childhood.

I currently live a very quiet and domestic life in New Zealand with my partner. I'm working full time while my partner studies and in a few years, I hope to go to grad school. We're both agoraphobic, so we spend our free time writing, RPing or playing video games. They know about my interests in whump, but don't fully understand it themselves. They always ask me if something is a 'whomp' and they look pleased when I tell them that yes, yes it is in fact a whomp.

At the moment, I'm working on Rin the Rat, which is my white whale project (though currently on hiatus). I'm also actively writing my Heathers fanfic Meant to Be Yours and at times working on this blog.

You can find my masterlist of writing HERE.

You'll find that I'm active in bursts, so if I'm gone for ages don't worry I'll be back! I update sporadically when I find the time & motivation to write (which is hardly consistent). Otherwise, I'm doing whump prompts or odd one-shots that I also include in my masterlist.

Please note that all of my characters are over the age of 18 and this blog is for those who are 18+ only!

LIKES

My absolute favourite character archetype is the Villain. Anyone who is reviled, hated, and ousted. They are misunderstood to a degree, but the hatred against them is almost always justified. My characters thrive in the grey, and they are both undeserving and deserving of their punishment. So you're going to find a lot of unlikeable characters in my stuff. On the bright side, you get to see them get battered to a pulp c:

I also like:

>Whumper turned whumpee

>Whumpee turned caretaker

>Hero x Villain

>Enemies to Friends/Caretaker

>Hidden ailment

>Hurt/Comfort

>Explicit NSFW (incl. non-con, somnophilia, etc)

>Royalty whump

>Endurance whump

>Emotional whump & angst

>Painful recovery

>Fevers and sickness

>Permanent injury/scars

>Robot whump

>Eating disorders

>Drugs/Poisons

>Substance abuse/addictions & withdrawals

>Mental illness (particularly PTSD, anxiety & depression, BPD)

>Trauma and harmful copes

>Conditioning

>Insomnia/sleep deprivation

>Whump with an audience

>Drowsy/semi-conscious whump

>Scapegoat whumpee

>Genre/trope subversion (eg. big strong whumpee and frail whumper)

>Favourite genres & settings include fantasy, modern world, sci-fi, royal/historical, and East Asian-centric settings.

DISLIKES

>BBU/Pet whump

>Lady whump

>Kid whump

>Too Much Torture (yes, this is a thing)

>Dehumanisation/animalisation (in some cases this is OK)

>Major character death (don't like reading it, absolutely love writing it)

>Bio-family caretakers (found family is OK)

>Real life whump

Sorry for the novel length! I might edit this later and add/remove stuff. Feel free to message me prompts or questions or anything at all :D I would love to hear from you <3

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#whump introduction #whump community #whump #whump writing #sadcatjae #hello this is very late but hi #i love u all <3 #lgbtq #whumblr

[incarnateirony]

Ok, I have to ask, cuz I am seeing many different takes. First of all, I loved last night's episode of TW. It got 471K views, but 0 demo? Last week it had fewer views but higher demo, so is that accurate? I am still with you that I think this show can still move forward to S2, but do you think with CW or HBOMax? At JIB, all of the actors said that they simply don't know, but they hope for TW, Walker, Windy and GK? None of J2M sounded super confident at all. Some stupid online site wrote a crap story saying that Ruth was a desperate but failed attempt at saving TW. BS I say. The K coven are back to talking smack too, but no one takes their drama seriously anymore. What is your take on all four of those shows, and Kung Fu too? Run on question, but we also haven't heard about Big Sky? If you added the 3+ and 7+ up for Big Sky, it has 4.8M viewers per week and a .4 demo? Is it possible that that will renew? And will Dean be in E13 of TW? Sorry for so many questions.

[picks up a few base assumptions in this post and moves it to the trash]

The reason sites are reporting like this is the same reason I tell people to be patient every week. Some sites are reporting just the Live audience, others are reporting Live+SD as appropros, the initial demo is not only prelims likely to adjust with the SD but are rounding down, as happens in prelims, because... they get rounded, and when the Live minus SD comes in at 0.05, which is also about normal, then if it lands on the wrong side of the dot it rounds down.

It's literally preliminary reporting that triggered the ask and all following apprehension, so I need you to understand first, I am addressing your anxiety as anxiety, not as something that actually needs concerned about.

It's fine.

We're already fine.

my last ask I literally talked about the importance of the digitals via the app as well as CW's active DVR campaign and all of it. The Numbers You Are Worrying About Literally Do Not Matter The Way Fandom Has Monkey Trained You Into Reflex Worrying About Them Vaguely. I Fucking. Promise.

Kung Fu, Big Sky I consider done, but I could be surprised. KF I'm pretty sure is buried, I just am not confident in Big Sky's position. Especially with 10P ABC closing by 2024, they're resisting it this year.

Big Sky we can say "we add all the numbers and then number big", but then you have to give that in context to the other shows on the network, and figure out what that network's expectations are. Because if we add all the number shows on the other ABC shows, then number much bigger. See how that balances out when you aren't trying to forage out the answer you're hoping for? Reality sucks but we gotta face it. I've told everyone that for years and the episode last night, much like I have told everyone, is that it is literally the plot.

TPTB are begging people to start applying context and stop applying projection and trauma reaction. It is literally the metanarrative but the fandom still isn't doing the hard work to actually look at themselves and figure out how they've been doing that as a collective, because man that sucks, and then how do you act big and confident online and stuff

Who cares what K says. Literally who cares. If you're looking, it better be to fucking laugh at the wonkadoodle shit that comes out of there. They do not matter. You are, weirdly, for some bizarre reason, obsessed with the same dozen idiots idioting the way they've idioted for the last however many years. It's very clear who's won, what's happening, and what the take overhead is on whom, so why bother? You're basically going "well if I check the Original Star Trek Incel Boys page, THEY have opinions and say bad things are happening." Who the fuck cares. They're idiots. Stop caring what long proven idiots say and pretending it has weight in the conversation. It never has and never will and that's why we have ended up where we are.

When you remove reacting to Proven Idiots like that, you don't care about their takes. You know the base reality of how the system works, what the marketing is, and what pieces are constructed in what angle and fashion, rather than it all being arguable in the randomness of the internet.

First, wait for finals. Then, realize nobody gives a shit about flat finals in 2023, and wait for digitals in app and +3 results. Then, realize we're taking a steamroller to everything around us, and then it really gets silly to realize you're worrywart asking this on prelims I warn about every week because some weirdo that faps to child incest porn has an opinion on twitter.

[himemiya-kun]

Blue Sea＊The Shining, Truthful Atlantis (Chapter 2)

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Chapter 2: Under the Surface

Winter

Characters:

• Eichi Tenshouin

• Tori Himemiya

• Yuzuru Fushimi

Eichi: —There is something called “Project-ATLANTIS”.

Also called the PA Plan for short, it's a colonisation plan by the ES, which has been steadily trying to achieve nationwide domination since SS.

Tori: Colonisation.

Eichi: Yuzuru, Tori, what is SS in the first place?

Yuzuru: It is the largest and greatest festival that is held once a year in the idol industry with history and tradition.

—However, I don't think you will be satisfied if I simply answer according to the textbook.

Eichi: Yes. I'm not asking about the definition of SS, but the impact of holding it.

Yuzuru: Can you answer, Bocchama?

Tori: Ah, don't shake me all of a sudden!? I guess it’s not a big deal to let the master give the good answers!

Hmm. The SS held the other day became an unprecedented large-scale event.

Involving the whole country, we asked local idols, and underground idols who are actively buried, to participate. Thanks to that, the number of participating idols reached a high record.

But. As a result, almost no local idols made it through the qualifying rounds, and the SS finals ended up being dominated by the so-called Yumenosaki of the ES.

Yuzuru: Yes. There are some local idols who made a brief appearance in cooperation with Mikejima-sama, though that is an exception.

Eichi: That's right— SS was held under the slogan of cooperating with local idols from all over the country.

But in reality, it ended in a farce just to show the authority and strength of ES, which is located in the centre of the country in many ways.

I guess that was originally the purpose of ES.

The local idols were mere bait dogs, and we were nothing more than bullies arranged to emphasise the brilliance of the “average idols”.

Naturally, it was the local idols who ended up being dissatisfied there.

The radical ones among them are called ‘anti-ES organisations’, so to speak. It has formed into something that’s rampaging all over the country.

Project-ATLANTIS is one of the measures to quell the forces hostile to ES in certain ways.

Yuzuru: It's a mud rope.

Eichi: It's better than not doing anything.

At the beginning of the establishment of ES, “Thanks to the utopia of all idols, the people who couldn't actually benefit from it are dissatisfied”.

ES was supposed to be a utopia where all idols could shine. I thought we were not idols who couldn't shine.

Yuzuru: It's a natural question and a natural dissatisfaction.

Eichi: Haha. From my point of view, everyone innocently believes in the hype of ES.

In any case, if this is the Warring States period, then the standard way to suppress such anti-social forces is by force of arms.

Tori: Is the anti-company call not terrible...?

Eichi: I think it's an appropriate expression. ES is a nation, and the forces that oppose it are nothing more than bandits and pirates.

Although. ES continues to make a breakthrough attack like Nobunaga Oda, but they still haven't conquered the world like Ieyasu Tokugawa.

Yuzuru: I think it's an appropriate metaphor.

Eichi: Thank you. Now, ES is currently in the era of Nobunaga Oda. Around the time when Nobunaga was surrounded.

Yuzuru: It's easy to understand.

Tori: Um, sorry, it might be a little hard for me to understand.

Eichi: You must have learned it in history class at school.

Fools learn from experience, wise men learn from history. Study hard while you're allowed to study properly, Tori.

Once you become an adult, you have no choice but to work hard and learn.

Tori: Hmm~ This might sound like an excuse, but I'm not studying at the academy right now.

Eichi: Is something going on in Yumenosaki?

I've left everything up to Mao, who succeeded me in that area, and I've basically taken a step back from it because I didn't want the graduates to interfere too much.

Yuzuru: Fufu. Yumenosaki Gakuin is currently holding an election to determine the next student council president.

Of course, Young Master is also running for student council president.

Even if it's just for the sake of being an idol, it's hard work on two legs, so it seems like that's why he’s busy.

Eichi: A student council election? This is the first time it has been properly implemented.

Because the student council existed in a way that we, or rather, mainly Keito, created a template and passed it down to the next generation.

Tori: The President said that he wanted to do the election properly.

“I don't mind nominating them, but I'm lacking too much in authority and being pushy.”

By winning the election properly, you should get that kind of authority.

Eichi: I think it's modern and good. It's the natural flow.

I like Mao’s words. That child is good, he's understanding his own way.

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#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars translation #ensemble stars translation #blue sea #the shining truthful atlantis #fine climax #eichi tenshouin #tori himemiya #yuzuru fushimi

[bottlecaprabbitgames]

Weekly Update for 7 June, 2023

WHEW WE'VE GOT ONE! IT'S BEEN SO LONG, SORRY Y'ALL

So, there HAS been work on MG:T! It's not as much as I'd like, but I do get a few words done a day on it. I'm hoping to steadily get the second scene of Chapter 7 done and then release it as a half chapter update, as it is fairly fucking big already. Like, between the mostly fully fleshed out Scene 1, partially done Scene 2, and the rough draft of Scene 3, we're at about 13,000 words already. I still haven't even touched the investigation in Scene 4.

I also have an active secondary project! It's more of an indulgent kind of thing, and it's letting me bring back a lot of my favorite OCs I've made and put them into a world together. It is of course a dark supernatural romance, and I am LOVING how it's coming so far.

Lastly, life is... a mess, lol. Change, change, change. I hate so much changing at once

#weekly update

[thatamatuerauthor]

My Fair Luna

Chapter 8

If Emma had known the sheer amount of work that was waiting for her at this new job, she would've thought twice.

But she still would have taken it, if she was honest.

So the grounds needed work, and tasks needed delegating…and room assignments completed and gardening to oversee and meal planning to go over and a new row of houses needed to go up so supplies needed to be ordered and patches of trees felled and kids activities to plan and…

Oh boy

A lot of work needed to be done. It had Emma wondering just what was so important that the boss man and his family had to leave. Because she was starting to feel like they had left all these people high and dry.

Or they had more faith in Rex and Luke than was appropriate. Sorry guys.

Either way, by the time Sunday had rolled around, the time for her to phone in to her parents, Emma was surprised to find herself smack dab in the middle of a construction site as people began directing all their questions towards her about what to do.

It was Luna this and Luna that. Honestly she didn't know what to think about that nickname at first. It didn't really seem to fit in with the whole wolf theme. Until she realized it meant moon, and wolves howl at the moon, and right now all these people were 'howling' at her expecting her to know and/or fix everything.

And here I thought it was because I was pasty white…she grumbled internally.

The first time someone had called her that, she can't quite remember who now that everyone does it, Faye and Jade had practically glared holes into the poor soul's head. She wasn't sure what the big deal was. After all, having a nickname means she's one of them now, right?

When she said it was ok to call her that, everyone relaxed and seemed so happy about it. Further making her feel like she was missing some vital peice if the puzzle that was Camp Lobo. But Jade and Faye seemed particularly thrilled and called her Luna often. She was coming to really enjoy their company.

A tune began playing softly from her pocket, catching several people's attention. Emma pulled her phone from her jeans and answered it without looking. She knew who it was based on the song.

"Hey dad," She greeted, unknowingly perking interest around her as sensitive ears listened in. "What's up?"

"Nothing much, Jo and I were just waiting on your call."

Emma paused. "Right, sorry." She blew out a breath and motioned to the foreman that she was stepping away. "Everything's been so hectic since day one I haven't had a chance to do much but eat and sleep."

"So I take it you got the job?"

"Yeah, that very day in fact." Emma figured her dad would pick up on the oddities like she had. Only he'd understand them better.

"That day?"

"On the spot." Emma smiled as a few workers carrying insulation passed her. "You could tell he was in over his head."

"Bossman was that desperate?"

"He's actually acting boss." That was the kicker, and she knew her dad was thinking the same thing she has because he let out a long hum.

"Did he get permission from Bossman?"

Emma blew out a breath. "Not that I know of."

Her dad hummed again. "You do realize that could make you temporary hire."

"Yeah, I know."

"Do you like it there?"

"I love it, it's absolutely gorgeous. I'll take some pictures of the grounds when I get the chance. You and mom would love it here." She gushed, not realizing the people around her were smiling.

"Ok, camp rat. How's the food? Is it as good as your mom's?"

"Some is, some isn't. But I don't think anyone's gonna top her homemade bread."

"True-"

"Luna can you-" Just as the worker interrupt her a few of the workers around her shushed him.

"Someone calling you?" Her dad asked.

"Yeah, I'm literally in the middle of putting up the inner walls of the new building."

"Oh?"

"Hey man, I'm only overseeing the project and helping the foreman stay on task. Everybody already knows what they're doing."

"Alright, if you need any help give me a call."

"I will. Love you dad." She had already thought of calling him since he was a painter/contractor but the workers here had everything handled.

"Love you too-"

"LOVE YOU BABY!" Her mom yelled into her dad's ear. Not that it bothered him, he's half deaf. But it blared across her phone speaker.

"Love you too mom." Emma lightly rolled her eyes.

"Hey, before you go just…be careful and try not to step on any toes."

"That's the plan." She sighed again.

"Alright, love you baby."

"Love you too, bye."

"Bye."

Line Break

Fay and Jade stood aside and watched as Luna Emma spoke to her parents. The week had gone a lot smoother than they could've hoped. Except for the fact that everyone knows…

Faye was not the only one to apparently recognize her for what she is. On one hand, this made her transition into the pack rather smooth, on the other…they were never going to hear the end of it from Matt when he gets back.

"I think it happened this way for reason." Jade, like Faye, didn't take her eyes off of their Luna.

"And why is that?" Faye asked.

"Think about it. Not only did she come when we needed her the most, but do you think if Alpha Matt had met her earlier that Alpha and Luna would have accepted her?"

Faye frowned. "Why wouldn't they? She is our next Luna. Everyone can tell."

"Strange isn't it?" Jade continued. "That we would be able to recognize her?" Faye glanced at Jade. "You knowing is understandable. But the rest of us should just see a human. So why are we connecting with her so easily?"

Fay had no answers. Now that she thought about it too…it was more than odd. It was unheard of. But there had to be a reason.

"And then there's the timing." Jade pointed out. "She came when we needed her. Almost as if she's proving herself without the pressure of being ridiculed by those in power because she is the highest rank among us."

"You think Alpha Derek and Luna Mae would have rejected her." Faye swallowed thickly, she didn't like the thought.

"Undoubtedly." Jade didn't hesitate to answer.

#alpha and luna #original story #romance #werewolf romance #wolf pack story #comedy #my fair luna #werewolf #thatameteurauthor

[compassionatereminders]

So, feel free to just delete this, obviously this is your blog lol I just feel like I need to spill it to a 3rd party, I hope that's ok- it's really long though so 100% there is no expectation to read or post it LMAO

So, I got into a big argument with my (now ex) gf where I basically said she and her friends, who said they were my friends too, were pretty much leaving me out of group chat convos and talking behind my back (I know this because they brought stuff up that I'd only told her.) And like- I understand I'm not going to be involved in literally every conversation she has! Some things are just between her and her friends, that's fine, I have friends I talk to without her too! But the fact that *nothing* I told her stayed between us made me really insecure and paranoid, so I stopped telling her important stuff, and then she got upset that I wasn't talking to her as much or giving her as much time. When I told her why, she got more upset and kind of dodged the accusation, saying that if I respected her more and gave her more of my time then we would be better off and I would be a better girlfriend.

I left the group chat pretty suddenly because I was overwhelmed and just didn't feel like I could do it anymore; they all expected me to be online 24/7 even when I told them I couldn't be, and because of this, there were a lot of times where my ex would send a picture of herself, get lots of support from the friends, and then they'd turn this silent spotlight onto me to see what I had to say about the selfie. Then, when I didn't respond bc I was busy, they would all get passive aggressive, and my ex would (I hate to use this word but I cant think of another one) mope about it until I apologized or did something to make up for it.

Recently we all made up, i apologized for whag i said because some of it was mean, and I was invited back to thr original GC, but it turns out they had all been talking bad about me behind my back, saying I was a coward for leaving, i was jealous of her talking to other people, and that I needed to support her no matter what, even if it was something I didn't agree with (we'd gotten into minor spat about abortion rights; im pro-choice, shes not, and it made me upset to find out). I dont really know how to feel. On one hand, yeah- they were supporting their friend who had a (fairly messy? Idk, that was my first relationship) breakup and sometimes a little smack talk is warranted, I won't pretend I was perfect. But on the other... they brought up a lot of stuff I did before we broke up that I didn't realize was a problem. How I don't like group calls because of my anxiety and that made me even more of a coward, how I didn't like sending pictures of myself and that was apparently me faking being insecure for attention, how I wouldn't answer things in the GC immediately even though they knew I had work and at the time was my nephew's most reliable babysitter.

My fight or flight activates pretty much every time I even open the app, but I don't want to just up and leave again because then they'd get mad all over. They haven't said anything to my face, so maybe I'm just projecting my insecurities or something, and I knew things wouldn't be the same as they were before, but I feel like my being back in the group has caused some serious tension. 2 of them clearly don't like me but won't say anything about it. 1 of them claims he's always blunt and will call me out if I go too far or smth, but he never has, and he was a big part of talking about me.

I don't know. They make me want to just ghost them and find new friends but 1. I would feel terrible if someone ghosted me and 2. I don't really have many opportunities to meet new people at the moment. I have 1 friend who isn't part of it but he lives an 18 hour drive away.

I know your relationship dynamic changed recently (in a good way, right?) so I really hope this wasn't like, uncomfortable to read or anything. Sorry for the mega rant

These people sound emotionally immature to the point of being toxic. I don't think you'll regret leaving this chat and moving on

#chat with kat #abortion tw

[bandy-andy]

well this is a bit late,,,

BUT THANK YOU FOR 50 FOLLOWERS!!!

I plan on making doing something for this soon but for now, the sappy shit is under the cut <3

Sorry in advance if any of this is incoherent or silly buut; 

It's a big deal for me, genuinely the dsmp circle I've kinda forced myself into here on Tumblr is so nice. From the funny posts to the fan artists, to the rp blogs, to the fanfic authors and the livebloggers, I always find myself awed and inspired by y'all.

Now, I don't wanna get too personal/parasocial here, but I've always been very anxious about being online and having any kind of presence on here. I've been on Tumblr for a long time (2017 or so), but I didn't start using this damn site until recently. Like March.

That is CRAZY btw, to me it feels like it's been a year already at least, but it's only been a few months.

That all being said, Ya'll HORRIFY ME (/lh).

I'm like... the Tumblr equivalent of a homeschooled kid if I'm honest. I've been around awhile, but I haven't interacted with other blogs until recently- Plus I'm the type of person who gets excited, posts/rambles on, then overthinks it fooorrreeever. There is a reason I haven't been active till recently!

Even so, constantly you fuckers are thriving and creating and being funny as hell no matter how long the wait is for lore or how bad discourse happens to get. It's all of you guys that made me want to be an active community member here, with all the crazy AMAZING shit you do!!

Like really some of you writers are fucking INSANE!! and the artists I follow are so fucking talented. Ya’ll should really be proud of whatever content it is you are creating. Really and truly.

All the kind tags/reblogs on my art or just anything I do GENUINELY means a lot to me. I do not know how to convey how much I truly appreciate the love I get on my work, or how much it inspires me to keep on going even when I get a bit nervous about posting.

AND MY MUTUALS OUGH, How I treasure you all so.

All of Ya'll are so funny and so talented, I truly hope you understand how much you've made my Tumblr experience SO MUCH better and easier to bare.

I'm still fairly new, and terribly horrified at times, but gods do I love blogging and making art and just being here so fucking much.

So really, thank you to the 50 of you fucks who decided you wanted to see my art and watch me fumble about here on this blog.

I'm super excited to continue my current projects, and for all the new ones to come and I'm even more excited to get to know my mutuals better as we go through this dsmp hellscape together.

Thank you all again <3

#LOVE LOVE LOVE FOR YOU GUYS #LOVE FOR THIS COMMUNITY #LOVE FOR MY MUTUALS #LOVE FOR MY FOLLOWERS #LETS FUCKIN GO #ramblingbandy #personal #50 followers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #WHAT?!?!

[terrascapehq]

user loading… JUNG NAMOO. your current avatar is registered as YANG JUNGWON. you have been logged in for TWENTY TWO years since 17 MAY 3002. your highest ranking stats are GRIT and SELF-IMPOSED IGNORANCE. please select your playlist from ANALOG SOUNDBOARDS or 30TH CENTURY HOLOGRAM PROJECTION SYSTEMS for today. last saved activity: working as a PRODUCTION ASSISTANT/AUDIOVISUAL TECHNICIAN. resume your ongoing game for GLITCHED OUT as MONEYBAGS?

thank you for contacting terrascape co. how can we help you today?

he's not the type to call the terrascape hotline for much of anything—if it's his solve-it-yourself-or-perish mentality in play or just his fear of authority is really anyone's guess. but some situations require big-boy shoes, and this is one of them. their electricity seems to have been out for a few hours now, and if it isn't back soon, the food they've stocked in the fridge is going to go bad. tubs of it. you might infer the urgency. "hi, yeah, sorry. our electricity's down. not sure what happened." [...] "yeah, i've checked the breakers. also checked with the neighbors. seems like it's just our unit." [...] "no, i was out. looks like it's been a while, though. the fridge is warm." [...] "mhm. our address? sure thing. transmitting it now." there's a slight change in tone as the agent rereads their area for confirmation. it's one of the older megabuildings near the belt, and, well, this is a reaction he'd expected. "yes, we pay our bills on time. haven't missed a single one since we moved here." he folds his lips inwards, leveling his temper. "yes, i'm sure. uh-huh. alright." he startles at the lights flicking open, the tell-tale hum of the fridge overtaking the silence. "it's back, thank you. no worries. yes, thanks. appreciate it, thank you. you have a good day too." the call drops; namoo inhales through his teeth. guess that's another reason on the list.

#ts:accepted #ts:glitchedout

[hotarutranslations]

Eating a Ton

Evening

Sendai Broadcast

"Did You Know!? Have You Eaten It!? Everyone's #MiyagiMeshi Project supported by Midori Gin Soda"

Thank you for watching🤤 Everything looking delicious, right🤤

Everyone in Miyagi, Even everyone living in Miyagi, Conversely, have not eaten it!

Isn't it like, I wonder what kind of things it is~~

Together,

Sugawara Maya-chan💚 Mochida Koshihikaru-san🌾 Watanabe Hana-san🌸

This is the first time for the combination of us but, But it kinda felt like we were already familiar with each other, While enjoying the atmosphere, We introduced #miyagimeshi~~

It was the first time for Sugawara Maya-chan~~

Ah, with Maya-chan, She is from Miyagi but she is active in Aichi now, She had a lot of things like, I haven't eaten that! Every time, watching the VTR, She would say, I have to eat that! I also have to eat that! It was funny😎💚

As an idol, you eat a ton!!!

I totally agree with that, I was happy~~

When I go out to eat with the members, When asked, what are we eating? the answer is just about always,

Yakiniku!!!

we answer the same .😏🤝🏻

A photo .😏🤝🏻

There are many of you who live outside of Miyagi, that read this blog, right,

Its just a great atmosphere,

#MiyagiMeshi

YouTube Intro Video!

You can see a lot of delicious things It has that feeling

I'll put it all together at some point!

Duu-san

I went and hung out today at her POPUP🏅

Looking at my schedule, Can I go in this gap, nah its impossible, Can I go at night, how is it, I was fighting against time till the last minute but,

I went~~

In other words it was at a time outside of business hours! Is when I visited! lol

Since it had the timing like, good work today~ I was thinking about just giving a greeting in a flash but () If I sit in a chair its already no good, It turned into a cafe

🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️lol

It was funny, and fun

I tried on various clothing but,

I bought a pink parka (M)😏🫶🏻 Wear a lot of sleeves before it gets any hotter😏🫶🏻

📺Hello Pro Dance Gakuen Season 11

April 18th 11:30PM~ A Learning From TSUKUSHI-san Adventure🕺

Sendai Broadcast "Ara Ara Kashiko" April 13th (Sat) at 10:25AM~ Ishida Ayumi Goes~!

📺Sendai Broadcast "Sendai Broadcast-san's "Did You Know!? Have You Eaten It!? Everyone's #MiyagiMeshi Project supported by Midori Gin Soda"

27th (Sat) 6:30PM~

I appear once a month as part of the AraKashi Family

The previous shows, and makings, are on OX VIDEO STORE!

Thank you for following.. Instagram💙🩵

💿

May 15th Release Morning Musume '23 Concert Tour Fall "Neverending Shine Show ~Seiki~" Fukumura Mizuki Graduation Special YokoAri's 2nd Day With Fukumura-san's Graduation Performance

May 15th Release Morning Musume '23 Concert Tour Fall "Neverending Shine Show" SPECIAL YokoAri's 1st Day With OG Performances

🪩Spring Tour Has Been Decided Morning Musume '24 Concert Tour Spring MOTTO MORNING MUSUME

🪩JAPAN JAM Morning Musume '24 will be performing on May 3rd!

⚾️《LIVE DAYS！～Exciting Big Exhibition Match～》 June 2nd(Sun), after the Hokkaido Ham Fighters vs. Yokohama DeNa Baystars match, Morning Musume '24 will be having a special mini live!

🪩The MusiQuest 2024 July 21st (Sun) PiaArena MM

We're challenging a new festival stage❤️‍🔥 Absolutely, Definitely, Thank you for your support❤️‍🔥

🍉Sanrio Character Grand Prix Thank you very much for supporting Gaokki🍉

📻Morning Musume '24 Morning Jogakuin ~Houkago Meeting~

Airs Every Saturday, On Radio Nihon at 12:00AM~

Past Broadcast Episodes Are Available →Program Details

Yamazaki Mei's Panda-san Daisuki!! ~Expressing Love Towards My Favorite Panda-san♡ ver.~ in Adventure World

Yamazaki Mei's Panda-san Daisuki!! Mei-chan's Holiday. Adventure World with Oda-san and Ishida-san

Tomorrow,

Is a concert in Nagano, Haga Akane-chan's hometown🧡‬‪

Its been a while since Nagano! I'm also happy--!

Akanechin, I hope she'll have a lot of fun, Of course everyone as well!

Me too!

Final announcement

Yokoyama Reina Notice of Absence

We wont be going to Nagano and Niigata as all of us, I'm sorry to everyone who was looking forward to it

Although in all sincerity, we will do our best tomorrow and the day after

Thank you very much!

see you ayumin <3

#Ishida Ayumi #Morning Musume '24 #Morning Musume #Hello! Project #translation #blog

[forgivememadreforihavesinned]

Now that I’m thinking of it, the entire series of events at the end of the Third Shinobi War has got to be the most surreal, inexplicable shit from Kiri’s point of view.

Like presumably for the entire war, Kiri isn’t really that involved except maybe continuing their eternal slapfight with Suna and dealing with Iwa starting shit with literally everyone as usual.

Then all of a sudden someone shows up, murders the Sanbi’s jinchuriki and they have no idea who that mystery person is, but they can only presume the perpetrator to be a Konoha nin considering that the new jinchuriki is a Konoha nin and she is, unsurprisingly, fleeing back to Konoha.

So they’re reasonably like ‘what the fuck’ and send out several squads of ANBU to catch this single child before she can deliver the tails beast. Only that ENTIRE ANBU GROUP ends up completely massacred AND the jinchuriki is dead too, once again by a mysterious person who is assumed to be a Konoha nin due to the fact the battle happened in Fire Country.

And on top of that, even more confusingly, Konoha seemingly didn’t even bother trying to secure Isobu and they’re able to retrieve it.

So obviously they decide they’re not going to take any of that laying down so they send the Seven Shinobi Swordsmen to Konoha and tell them to just kill whoever they find and carve a huge warpath in retaliation for the killed ANBU and jinchuriki.

Only suddenly the Seven are completely obliterated in a single battle by a Konoha genin NO ONE IN THE ENTIRE SHINOBI WORLD HAS EVER HEARD OF BEFORE. 

Like I gotta imagine the peace talks with Konoha had to have started with a statement like ‘bro what the fuck did we even DO to you guys to warrant any of this’

#meta shit #Kirigakure #konoha #sorry i haven't been active much i'm working on a big project #words words words

[berlinini]

Sense you seem pretty new what exactly it is about Harry that put you off to begin with how did you reach your conclusions about him. I am just curious

Anon, this has been sitting for so long in my ask box that you've probably forgotten about it... sorry!!! I struggled with how to reply, thinking I would pull out all the receipts, then thinking I wouldn't even answer, but here we go... I tried to keep it somewhat short (I might have failed).

[TW: anti-Harry Styles discourse below the cut! (LOL)]

I have much to say about this but I'm gonna go with one thing that I felt. There are of course many facts that helped me reach this conclusion but as I've said, I had an intuition, an uneasy feeling when I was in ~Harryland~.

So, in my brief (but intense) stay there, I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Harry was so different through the years/eras... like how is cute fetus harry the same person as frat boy harry, who is the same person as hot and intimidating long hair harry, who is the person as proper and suited up dunkirk/hs1 harry, who is the same as grandpa fine line harry? I really had the impression these were separate Harry...(and I'm not just talking about the looks/fashion).

And then I realized it's because they are, it's the public persona du jour... it's become very clear to me that Harry is projecting so many different "personalities" so he caters to everyone... you have closeted by management, victimized, larry Harry Styles, you have rainbow-flags-waiving LGBTQ Icon Harry Styles, you have only publicly dating handsome white women Harry Styles, dating my director who broke her 10 years relationship for me Harry Styles, HS1 "rockstar" Harry Styles, pop star FL Harry Styles, singing WS in a leather suit Harry Styles...

It's everything and nothing at the same time. There's something for everyone (and this becomes more apparent as we see him catering to the GP) and so, in the end, there's nothing. It's Harry Styles™️.

It could be that the man is a chameleon! And he absolutely has the right to change over the years. However when I looked beyond those apparent changes, I couldn't find anything about who Harry really was, not even as an artist.

It's a lot of vague stuff, like "I haven't found a cause to support", "sexuality is just fun", "i don't see gender in clothing", "just making the kind of music that i like"... His inability to take a stance on anything has proven to me that either he has no opinion or, most likely, he does not want to be firm on anything, as a PR technique, so his image stays malleable and he can permanently reinvent himself to stay relevant. He's playing all sides of the coin; of being a "woke king" without putting any real work, of participating and benefiting from Holivia, but without ever confirming it so it's easier to deny it when it's over; of saying "everyone's a little bit gay" and singing about making out with boys in concert but keeping it safe when answering sexuality questions in interviews so he's seen as both woke and non-threatening for the GP, and he can always change the narrative in a few years when it's safer to do so.

It's a lot of props, industry relations and empty words/performative activism...

It's having TPWK as a slogan but shading his ex-bandmates all the time, all while saying he's proud of coming from a boyband. It's making a big deal out of Zayn and Louis smoking weed and almost "destroying" 1D and then bragging about taking mushrooms to create Fine Line. It's sending flowers and gifts to the cast and crew of DWD, as if it would be enough to make up for creating a messed up work environment because he's an actor sleeping with the director. It's literally telling Zach Lowe that the way Zayn left the band was "unprofessional" and then, one year later, having a public affair with his director ON SET...

The only thing I could figure about who he was, is that he is someone who has decided to become very famous, and I gotta give it to him for working hard and having people around him working ever harder to achieve that. The end justifies the mean, I guess.

So when I realized all that, I honestly felt like I had been duped all along. Then I found out there are literally blogs for "ex-Harries" so I gathered I must not have been the only one to realize that it's a lot of glitter and gold but nothing of substance...

Of course, to a certain extent, we don't really know any celebrity. It's all a façade so there's no surprise here. But I was really put off by what I found out about Harry and sadly I don't find his music good enough for me to brush it off and continue supporting him or enjoy his work. I did enjoy his songs for a while, but now all I can think about is Watermelon Sugar, and the fact that it's gonna be his legacy...it tells you everything you need to know.

#answered ask #anon #harry styles #if you've read this till the end you deserve a prize! #btw everytime i read/hear the word watermelon i want to throw up #i was thinking about suing HS for emotional and physical damages #should i do it? #i'm joking #...or am i? #tumblr user berlinini

[aroacehanzawa]

so sorry about your brother in law :/ but omg that exoplanet research you did sounds SO cool what was it about??

sorry for the late reply it's exam season

*pulls up powerpoint* I'M GLAD YOU ASKED

(Sorry i'm 100% using this opportunity to infodump all of you so this will be long.) I don't know how familiar you are with exoplanet science so i'll try to be general, also for anyone else reading this, but ok so last summer i assisted with a research project based on the radial velocity method of exoplanet detection. Basically when a planet orbits a star it causes the star to wobble around their common centre of mass, so that when we observe the light from the star coming in a straight line at us, the star appears to move back and forth. This then causes the wavelength of the starlight to periodically appear shifted to the blue or the red as a result of the Doppler effect (the same phenomenon why ambulance sirens sound high-pitched when it's approaching you and lower-pitched when moving away):

Now if you can observe this kind of back-and-forth shift in the wavelength of the starlight, you can normally deduce that there's a planet orbiting the star. However, one of the drawbacks is that sunspots and other magnetic activity coming from the star itself can also lead to similar results, making it harder to tell if the shifts are actually due to a planet or just the star doing funky stuff on its own.

This is precisely the issue being addressed by the research team i was working with last summer: they're developing a computational method to filter out the wavelength shifts caused by stellar activity from the shifts originally caused by a (potential) planet. The technique essentially uses a mathematical model of what the stellar activity shifts typically look like, and then you can subtract that model from actual observations of a star. If you're still left with a suspicious-looking shift, that should be the one caused by an orbiting planet!

(Also this internship was extra cool for me because i did my big high school project on this exact topic, and back then there was not yet any solution to the stellar activity conundrum. Some of my main sources and references i used in my essay ended up being the very scientists i worked with last summer (!!) We love scientific progress)

Since the whole point is we can’t see other stars close enough to actually tell what’s going on, that leaves the sun as our only point of reference. My job was to use observational data of the sun to create a series of animations detailing the sun’s activity over a period of 5 years, so that we could then check if the mathematical model of stellar activity matches the real life observations!

(And i basically got the job by saying i've never done any Real Research before but i did have plenty of experience with visual and creative media. Literally the stem vs arts dichotomy makes no sense because look what we can do when we all work together!!)

I'm hesitant to show the animations i did because the papers haven't actually been published yet and idk what the etiquette is and all that, but i think it should be safe to show you this little clip of the sun (it's green, i know) and how its activity changes over time:

This was included in my full animation series, albeit extended over a much longer time period and alongside less friendly-looking graphs. In total, that's data from approximately 900 days of observation over the period 2015-2020, compiled into a digital image of the sun for each day, with graphs, diagrams, scatter plots, histograms, all assembled into individual animation frames... I had to leave the program running overnight multiple times just to generate the video file and let’s just say my computer decided to go on strike at least a few times. 

But it was all worth it, because by looking at the stellar activity frame-by-frame, with 5 years of data all in one place, we could compare the model with the observations and see where it needs to be improved. It was also a very exciting project in showing how animation as a medium can be utilised more in scientific research, because normally you see a lot of videos and gifs meant for communicating science to the general public, but less so as its own method of displaying data for research purposes!

tl;dr sometimes we can't tell if there's a planet orbiting around the star or the star is just going through a phase. we make mathematical model to filter out the latter from the former and we test it on the sun. i animated the sun and it shows stuff

#re: my brother-in-law basically i was explaining the research to him last summer after he asked me about it and then he just. #completely cut me off as i was in the middle of explaining?? #anyway it was rude and i'm now going all out in describing the research as much as i want in a tumblr ask #which i spent at least an hour on instead of studying for my actual exams for my actual degree #in the very subject i'm spending time talking about on tumblr dot com #if anyone read this far. congrats<3 #scienceposting