#this was so precious I was awwing at my damn self

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Can we get some more family Encanto stuff? Maybe something with Felix and Antonio? We don't see them too much.

You absolutely can! Let's go!

(Warning, LOTS of oc stuff happening in this one, as we're going over 'Felix's family tree')

"Dad! Dad!"

Félix lifted up the plates as Antonio came dashing in, on the back of Parce, his giant as hell 'housecat' (it was a jaguar, but he acted like a housecat). Félix exclaimed past the spoon in his mouth, hands busy setting down the feed for some of Antonio's many animals. He took the spoon from his mouth, simultaneously grabbing Parce's scruff to keep him from ramming into the fridge. Again.

"Mijo, what did I say about having Parce run in here? He breaks more stuff than Agustín. Now sit, eat, THEN tell me what's got you so excited."

Antonio got off of Parce to sit, and dump the contents of his backpack onto the table. He started to nibble his fruit as he spoke in between bites.

"We have a project due at school, and I need your help! We're doing a family tree!"

Félix sighed as he sat down, giving his hard boiled eggs to a random mouse. Can't have shit in the Casita nowadays, but hey, it was his life, and he was happy with it.

"Oh I know this one, your brother and your sister did the exact same project. You should wait for your mami, she's just out watering some crops. I maybe IN the family Madrigal, but I don't think it gets more Madrigal than her."

"But I don't wanna do it on mami's family, I wanna do it on yours!"

Félix, who was practically giving away his lunch at this point, did a double take at his son.

"You...wanna do it on MY side? How come?"

Antonio adjusted his big, white of paper, clearly ready to get started. He looked so EXCITED, he didn't notice his snacks were being stolen.

"One, EVERY grandkid has done it on the Madrigals, so everyone's already seen it. Two, I thought it'd be kinda fun, learning about yours. Mirabel pointed out that no one asks about your family whenever we go out. Now, they will!"

Félix couldn't help but smile. He raised such a sweet, caring boy. He had more heart in his pinky finger, than most did in their whole bodies.

"That's sweet of you mijo, thank you. In that case, I'd be more than happy to help you out. Tell me what you need."

"Well,"

Antonio pulled out another piece of paper, having a list of things they'd need. Félix knew OF this project, but it always changed, if only a little bit.

"First, we need to make a list of who's gonna be on here. Your parents, and your siblings, then me, Camilo, and Dolores. Then, we need to write their first and last names, and a little fact about them!"

Félix gently whistled. Lot of work for a little kid, no wonder he needed help. Félix took a piece of paper and a pencil, and got to work.

"Well, first you have MY parents. My papi, and your Abuelo, 'Ramone Castillo. You know him, obviously."

"Mhmm. I don't think we can put 'has a bad hip' as a fact, though."

Félix snorted, almost mispelling his dad's name in the process.

"No, he'd kick my butt if we did. Let's see here, fact about him. Oh, he used to be a barber! In fact, that's how he met his wife. Aka, 'Abuela Bonnie'. But, papi just calls her 'Bon Bon'."

"I didn't know how that's how they met!"

"That's right, I never got too into detail with you on that. You see, two years before the Encanto was formed, mi mami moved here to Colombia, where she met mi papi. They did hair together, since it meant a lot to them, and eventually they got married. Hair is VERY important to the Castillo family, it's why papi keeps messing with all this hair of yours when he sees you!"

Félix gave him a light noogie, making the kid chuckle.

"Is that why he always offers to braid my hair?"

"That's right! Hair is VERY important to us, so brushing it or styling it is very important. Some people say you can tell who's a part of the family based on the hair. You, mijo, are blessed with the 'Castillo curls'. I have it, your siblings have it, and chances are, YOUR future kids will have them. Not ONE straight haired person in our gene pool."

"Is that why Abuelo has that afro?"

"Pretty much, yeah. He's had that hair since I was born, honestly. He prefers doing other people's hair. Like you know your tìo Julio's braids? He taught him how to do that."

Félix added his older brother to the mix, making sure it was obvious to tell the age order of who was on the list.

"I can never tell if tìo Julio is mad or not."

"Tìo Julio is never mad. Or sad. Or happy. Or...anything, really. We dunno why, he's just always been like that. But he's a strong man. So strong, that before Luisa got her gift, they'd always come to HIM for stuff."

His big brother Julio was emotionally unavailable, but he was hard working, patient, and ever willing to lend a hand.

"Woah, he was that strong?"

"He can't move a church, but yes, he's VERY strong. He also plays the violin. In fact, our parents had all three of us learn to play an instrument. Julio plays the violin-"

"I remember! He played that during my birthday last year, right?"

"Mhmm. He has trouble expressing himself, but the violin helps him. I have my tiple, and my baby brother, 'Mateo Castillo',"

He wrote down his name just under his before continuing.

"Plays the banjo. Not very well though, he hated practice."

"I can always tell when HE'S angry."

"Hes 4'5, he's got a...short temper."

Antonio giggled at that, and Félix couldn't help but miss when his siblings were this age. They'd always laugh at his jokes too. Where does the time GO, honestly? Antonio looked over the list, lips pursed.

"Oh, your sisters though, where do they go?"

"Ah yes- the twins. They're 'papi's babies', and they're younger than all of us. You remember them, tìa Alejandra and tìa Alexandria. Alexandria is older, by two minutes. They’re identical twins, but they're VERY different. One likes blue, one likes red, Alejandra likes peanuts, Alexandria is allergic, and both are uh. Wonderful. Yeah."

Truth is they were both spoiled brats, but he loved them anyway. Papi always treated them to whatever they wanted growing up, making them absolutely spoiled. But, they still loved their family, and at the end of the day, that's all that mattered. Félix just noticed Antonio was doodling a tree already, planning out for the real deal. Smart kid.

"Okay, that's your parents, your siblings, now YOU!"

He seemed especially excited for this part, and it warmed his heart, knowing his kid was excited about his old man. Félix nodded at him, getting a grin just as big as his son's.

"Right, I'm a part of this, that's right. Well I'm 'Félix Castillo'. Er, was, before I took your mami's last name. I'm the middle sibling of my brothers, son of Ramone and Bonnie, and I'm YOUR papi, in case that's news to you."

"Daaad! You know what's not what I meant! I MEANT, what's a fact about just YOU!"

Félix opened his mouth, only to shut it again.

"Huh."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just. Realized the last time I've been asked that was when I was dating your mami. It's been a while. A fact about just me. Huh...oh okay, I got one. I've ALWAYS wanted to get into wrestling or boxing as a kid."

Antonio looked up at him curiously, and he couldn't blame him, this is the first time he's ever really talked about it.

"I never knew that. How come?"

"I liked the exercise, I liked the good old fashion fist to fist stuff. I dunno, It just always made me happy. And it definitely got your mami's attention back in the day. I've always wanted to play officially, but life happens, you know?"

Antonio seemed to sulk in his seat, to the point where the rats on the table perked up in concern.

"Is it...because you had kids? That you can't do that stuff anymore?"

"What? No no no, Tonito, no, mijo,"

Félix pulled his son close to his side with a frown of his own. How awful, his son under such an impression.

"It's not because of you, or ANY of your siblings. If you told me to choose between a successful career in boxing or wrestling, or the family I have, I'd choose my family. I LOVE my family, and I couldn't be happier. Understand?"

Antonio seemed uncertain, before he softly smiled and nodded.

"Okay, I believe you. I just want you to be happy. I bet you would've been great at it."

"I have great kids. That's more than enough. Now, we putting your mami in this, right?"

"Uh huh."

He put her name on the paper, still keeping his boy clung to him, just so he knew his previous words were true.

"Okay so, your mami is five years younger than me. Her name is?"

He let his sentence drift off so Antonio could answer, and he did so with excitement.

"Pepa Madrigal!"

"That's right! She's Pepa. And a fact about her, where do I start? Your mami loves chocolate, spicy food, she loves to read, she loves you guys, her favorite flowers are dandelions, she's super good at math, she's super strong, history was her least favorite subject at school, she's SUPER good at whistling-"

"Dad, I only need ONE fact."

Félix couldn't help but snicker at that. Not his fault his wife was pretty amazing.

"Okay, ONE fact, I promise. One fact that everyone should know about your mami, is that she tries harder than anyone I know, to be the person people expect her to be. Your mami is a VERY hard worker, Antonio. I mean she raised your brother, THAT'S a gift in and of itself."

He didn't get to see what he scribbled in his notebook before he kept going with the questions.

"We're almost done! We just need a fact about Camilo, and Dolores, then me."

Félix thought about it for a second, before it clicked.

"Oh how about this-your brother's name was originally going to be 'Carlos'. But we called him Camilo instead, because when we said 'Carlos', he'd kick your mami's belly so hard, she wanted to cuss him out. We still laugh at that sometimes."

"Does HE know that?"

"I told him that once, yes, and he said 'geez, no wonder I kicked, that name sucks'. I love your brother, but sometimes I wanna kick HIM."

Antonio jotted that down with a smile, before moving onto Dolores.

"And Dolores. Besides her hearing, what do you think is special about her?"

What WASN'T special about his little girl? His pride and joy? His absolute precious little baby who didn't deserve boys so much as looking her way.

"Hmm...well, she plays the tiple, just like me. Oh how about this, before she had her gift, Dolores hoped she'd have the ability to fly. She said she liked birds so much, especially owls. It's why I call her 'my little buho' sometimes."

"Thought it was because of her eyes?"

"Eh it's both. Okay, last one is YOU. You wanna gimme a fact, or should I?"

Antonio lightly tapped the pencil against his chin in thought, just for a moment.

"How about we both come up with one! And we see who's is better."

"Deal. Okay, you first."

"Hmmm...I like to collect seashells!"

"You do, you do,"

Félix nodded. Antonio loved it whenever Félix went to the market and got him a shell, brought by merchants from far off lands. He has quite the collection, honestly.

"How about...you snore, JUST like your mami does?"

"I do? That loud?"

"Uh huh. But it's cute, just like the rest of you!"

He couldn't resist tickling his side a bit, making him giggle like a madman as he tried to squirm away from him. Antonio scribbled something down, before getting to the big canvas.

"Okay, we got the details, we just gotta draw! You ready?"

"Always, hombrecito!"

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"Félix? Félix, ven aquí!"

Félix poked his head into the room. Pepa had to step in and help Antonio, since Félix had to make dinner that night, but the poor little guy had fallen asleep right in the middle of it. He kept trying to put him to bed, but Antonio insisted he had to make it just right. Félix walked into the living room, about to scoop his boy off the floor, when he looked at the project. Everyone had a hand in this, a couple doodles here, a few flowers, and he himself had photos Antonio could pin onto it. The kid was clearly so proud of his work, describing what his grandparents did and how his own siblings were. But the part that made him stop was Antonio's little fact. In it, he wrote:

'I'm proud to be a Castillo!'

And Félix couldn't help but just melt. He gently patted the boy's head, before scooping him up in his arms, holding him close.

"Pepa, put his project somewhere safe, please. I'm gonna clean up after I put him to bed."

Pepa gave him a quick kiss on the lips, smiling at him.

"He's proud of you. And so am I."

"We make wonderful children, you and I. We should make more."

"After you clean up?"

"Absolutely ~"

One more kiss, and he was off to Antonio's room. It was a bit of a walk, getting him up there, but he got Antonio in his little hammock, and draped his blanket over him. He looked down at his sleeping son, and smiled as he gently stroked his face.

"I'm proud that you're my son, mijo. I'll see you in the morning. I love you."

He leaned down to kiss his forehead, gently pushing aside his hair to do so. Apparently he got the Castillo curls, and the Castillo heart.

#asks #not transformers #encanto #this was so precious I was awwing at my damn self #let Félix love his lil man #and let Antonio just be wholesome #and yes this was also a lowkey oc info dump #let me have this

[audaciousacolyte]

Hi lovely! First of all before I request.. How are you? How have you been? And also, I seriously enjoy your writings, keep up with the good work and ignore all the haters! They're not worth your precious time.

As for the request, could I pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee request Oswald the lucky Rabbit, Bendy and Cuphead x female reader? Like, how would they be as boyfriend or husband head canons. I hope it's not too much darling! Take all the time you need!

Have fun and have a lovely day/night/morning/evening!! <33

♡ My own Mr. Loverman ♡

Oswald the lucky Rabbit, Bendy and Cuphead x reader romantic partner headcanons (separate)

AN: 《|| Hello!! Thank you so much for requesting!!! I'm doing quite well, but I have been busy trying to figure out what exactly I should write. I'm relieved that you enjoy my silly rambling, and I will gladly bring you more in the future!!! However, I'm terribly sorry that I don't post too often. Please be patient with me ;w; ||》

(Boyfriend/husband headcanons)

Cuphead

♡| Cuphead is not exactly what Someone would call boyfriend material…at first.

♡| He's brash, arrogant, and quite literally has zero self control.

♡| However, the thing that makes him boyfriend material is that while it might not seem like it, he's actually a really sensitive guy.

♡| Cups likes to hide behind bravado and anger, but underneath, he cares deeply about the people around him. He just…doesn't really know how to express that.

♡| By the time you are dating, he will definitely try to communicate this… kinda.

♡| (You had thought he was mad at you for the longest time, but no. He's just awful at communicating his emotions.)

☆| Nobody knows how he managed to land you as a partner, but Bendy theorizes that there may have been witchcraft involved. (Felix disagrees, but only because he thinks that you know something that everyone else doesn't…which like, he's not wrong??)

♡| When he does announce that y'all are dating, it's at the most random moment possible. No context, no elaboration. Just.

♡| Y'all are dating now. 🤷‍♀️

☆| (Boris nearly had a heart attack when he first said it, because he genuinely did not expect it. However this was not as bad as when Mugs demanded that he was to be Cups' best man at the wedding.)

♡| Very spontaneous. I would expect a lot of last minute dates to places neither of you have been before.

☆| (Bro once took you to a monster truck rally for your anniversary. He said it "seemed cooler than I thought it would be", when you asked him about it)

♡| He is not only one of the most loyal men on the planet, but he's also incredibly attentive! Any attention you want is given to you, and Cups is more than happy to cuddle up with you any time of the day.

♡| Casually (cough cough he's so nervous please help cough cough) proposes during your 4 year anniversary with a genuine diamond ring. Literally cries when you say yes.

Bendy

♡| The best boyfriend ever. Send Post.

♡| I'm serious though, Bendy is the sweetest boyfriend to have.

♡| Having a bad day? He'll make sure that you get whatever you need to unwind and feel better.

♡| Want to spend some time together? Of course! He'll go set up a movie for the two of you to watch

♡| Can't open something? Don't worry, honey, he can open it for you (♡♡♡swoon♡♡♡)

♡| Whatever comes, through sickness and in health, Bendy will stay by your side for as long as you allow him to.

♡| Can, will and has done everything in his power to give you everything he thinks that you deserve in a partner. Anything you want, you are going to get it.

♡| (The day he proposes is also the day that Boris got tired of listening to his brother gush about you at 4 in the morning and forced him to go get married or he'd tell Felix their tragic backstory (read, he'd tell Felix to sign the damn adoption papers already))

Oswald the lucky Rabbit

♡| When he does propose, it's at a mega-fancy restaurant, and with an intricately carved golden ring. He won't cry when you say yes, but he gets REAL close.

♡| Whether you realize it or not, the two of you have practically been married for like, ever.

♡| Ever since y'all met, you act just like a married couple with how domestic y'all are with each other.

♡| Love at first sight? Nah, MARRIAGE at first sight

♡| Oswald does not notice this at all. He considers you his best friend, and he (loves you) cares about you a lot, but c'mon guys! there is NO WAY he can be in love with you! He's already in love with Ortensia, you know,HIS WIFE?

♡| (Polyamory exists for a REASON Ozzie)

♡| Ortensia would actually be the one to sit him down and talk to him about it, because you and I KNOW that our poor, sweet, dumb bunny boy won't do anything about this.

◇| (Again, like I've said in Oz's general headcanons, she'll be happy if Oswald's happy and if Oswald wants to start a polycule because he's head over heels for his bestie, then she’s okay with it.)

♡| When he does ask you out, and y'all eventually start going steady, he is such a sweetheart. I am a firm believer in hopeless romantic Oswald, and I will die upon this hill.

♡| Any bit of affection is met with really loud purring, and foot thumping.

☆| (Did you know that rabbits can purr? Yeah, neither did I.)

♡♡♡| He and Ortensia team up and propose to you at the same time with matching silver rings, each with their name carved on the inside. They both tackle-hug you to the ground when you say yes

#bendy and boris in the inky mystery #inky inquiries #cuphead x reader #bendy x reader #oswald the lucky rabbit x reader #lucky bunny #coffeehouse cups #requested #lovely words

[doumadono]

you're a fucking bitch for not accepting emergency requests during christmas time. selfish cunt. I hope you rot in hell, fucking pig

Initially, I had half a mind to ignore this message, you know, let it drift into the abyss of unread notifications. But then, on the flip side, I figured it might be worth my precious time to drop a line or two and enlighten you on a couple of things.

About six months ago, I graciously introduced emergency requests as a feature on my blog. Since then, I've effortlessly tackled nearly 80 emergency requests, rejecting just one which contained explicit content. I'm consistently available when others need to let off steam, doing my utmost to lend a listening ear and offer advice.

You see, I'm practically donating my personal time to craft these requests and provide a dash of solace to those desperately in need of it. I want to clarify that my availability to fulfill requests may be limited during certain times, including holidays, due to personal commitments or high demand.

Listen up, you self-righteous hypocrite. Calling me names just because I need a bit of time for myself? That's some next-level hypocrisy right there :) Thanks to folks like you, I'm seriously contemplating shutting down emergency requests as the new year kicks in.

In case you haven't noticed, I've got a truckload on my plate. I'm waging a freaking war against leukemia, juggling the responsibilities of raising kids, and still, I manage to get back to work to help my patients going through awful situations. And what do I get in return? Your snide remarks? Bitch please.

I usually brush off stupid comments, but your words hit a nerve today. I bust my ass to aid others, often when I'm feeling worse than low. Am I being selfish now? Damn right I am. But who can blame me?

As for those emergency requests, who the heck knows? The decision will be made by the end of the year. Right now, I'm feeling lower than low, and I don't have the time or patience to deal with this crap. So, do me a favor and save your judgment for someone who gives a damn. If you're feeling a bit Grinchy, maybe a cup of cocoa or some jolly tunes will do the trick.

#emergency request #asked and answered #rude anon #like wtf #what is wrong with people #anonymous #personal #author's rant #writing community #i am so done #emergency requests #emergency assistance #anon answered #grinchy

[veivie]

I like to think that dark elf Alver has his yandere side leveled up.

In his disguise self, he can push his urge to make his competitor for Cale's affection 'disappear'.

But in his dark elf? He just want to make it happen and barely hold back.

Alver, but more dark and unhinged.

Very day become more and more hard to push away his urge. A voice always come to his mind everytime he saw Cale being 'touched' by others. Alver thought, that voice was already gone since he's become an adult, but he's wrong.

That voice always come and said an opposite things-

"Damn, I want to make him smile."

("And cry.")

"Why can't Cale just look at me?"

("They don't deserve him. Cale didn't need them.")

"Cale are my precious dongsaeng."

("He's only mine.")

("Claim him, now. Make him yours!")

"Shut up."

"Hyung-nim?" Alver blink. He looked at Cale.

"Yes?"

"Are you alright?"

"Of course. I'm sorry. I'm just thinking about paperwork." Cale nod.

"I see. Don't too hard to yourself, you need rest." Alver laugh.

"Thanks Cale, you really are a great dongsaeng."

("Mine. Mine. Mine.")

Look like this voice will not disappear in the near future.

Alver shrugged.

He already agreed with the voice anyway.

Cale is his.

Should I make the voice is actually Ancient White Star? Heum- I should.

Ever since he died with the so called hero, Aws' world was full of darkness. Well- he guessed it's because gods are bitter. He almost become a God, remember? So they must just want to make him suffer in this darkness.

Well- that's didn't working. He's careless anyways.

Aws been with this darkness sine forever. He kind feel comfortable? Yeah, something like that.

But then, his darkness shatters? And he suddenly can hear a sound of baby crying?

Aws blink. Oke, first- What the fuck? Second, how the hell he suddenly can see some kind of screen in front of his eyes?

Aws blink again. In this screen the can see a man with blonde hair and blue eyes- kinda handsome, but not as handsome as him- carrying a baby that's surprisingly look like him?

The man looked at the baby with love- what the hell?

"Your name is Alver Crossman."

Aws was stunned. Crossman? Ain't that his last name?

Aws blink. Oh, look like this baby is his descendants, kinda unexpected. He thought the gods will kill everyone in his lineage.

Well- look like he's wrong.

And look like he will see how this kid grow up.

That's the first Aws meet his descendants, Alver Crossman.

Since then, aws watch the quarter dark elf grow up.

He was there when Alver's mother died.

He was there when Alver's father (that bastard should be burn alive. Yes, aws hated Zedd.) neglected him.

He was there when the queen sent ton of assassin.

He was there when Alver silently cry because of his bastard father.

Well- let's say, Aws has a bond with Alver. Let's say he was attached to his descendants.

Aws sigh.

"If I was you, I will kill everyone."

"Huh? Who-?"

Aws silent. A cold run to his spine. Alver can hear him?

"Who's there?"

Yes. His descendant can hear him.

That's was the first time aws tried to give Alver advices.

He was the one who told Alver to hide his true nature.

He was the one who told Alver to mask his face with smile.

He was the one who told Alver to become stronger.

But that's all gone the moment he saw a warning? From Sun goddess (yes, he knew that the God actually women.)

He saw how Alver began to debate himself about being a king.

A little guilty come. Damn, fuck those gods.

He want to tell Alver that the curse (or so Alver thought) was not for him.

He can become a king. He can- his dark elf side has nothing to do with the curse.

Aws was about to open his mouth when he hear Alver laugh.

Alver's laugh full of a bitter feeling.

"You must be kidding me. After everything I've been through?! Fuck!"

Aws become silent. It's a first time since Alver's outburst after his mother died.

Alver's voice full of sorrow. Aws feel the same pain, after all Alver is his descendant.

Aws also laugh bitterly, it's his fault isn't it? Aws sigh.

He should talk.

"That's not true-" Aws blink, why Alver didn't respond?

No, don't tell him-

Alver then shunned everyone around him.

He saw how Alver locked himself in his bedroom. He tried to talk again.

But Alver never respond. Ah- Alver can't hear him again. Look like he will become a silent observer again.

Time flew. Once again, aws watch Alver in silent.

He watch how Alver become a fine young man. A little proud feeling come in.

Well, since Alver look like him- ofc he's handsome, right?

He watch how Alver finally become a crown prince. In a long time, aws can smile again. He really happy for Alver.

Then he watch how Alver meet a strange red hair noble, who has a personality like Alver's.

He watch how cute bickering between them.

Suddenly, there's a war. Someone has a nerve to copying him, huh?

Aws watch everything, he was kind surprise his copycat actually reincarnator.

He also laugh to how stupid his copycat is. He got every ap but did not get the most important ap. Ha- immature!

Times flew again, then Alver intend to tell Cale about the curse.

When Alver feel nervous, aws also feel the same way.

He silently observe them. When Cale said that Alver supposed to be here- Aws really feel happiness for his descendant.

He really happy.

Then Cale told Alver about the possibility of him being Alber's ancestor. Alver just shrug it off- can he feel accepted from that-?

He once again observe how Alver slowly but surely fell for the red hair. Well- Aws approve! Even if Alver didn't need his approval- still! He's Alver's ancestor!

Anyways- he know, he shouldn't feel this way- but... Yeah, aws also fell for Cale.

He want to punch himself so hard. What the hell? Why he suddenly falling for Cale? Fuck.

Well- he can be with Cale if Alver is, right?

As someone who almost become a god. Aws have a different feeling than Alver's innocent feeling. What he feel for Cale was more dark- more possessive- maybe you can call it obsession.

His dark feeling also effect Alver's feeling. Alver also began to feel the same dark feeling for Cale.

From that's, Aws knows. Alver can hear his voice if Alver and him have a same feeling about something.

First, about being a king.

Now, Cale.

They're both want Cale become theirs.

They're both want to possessed Cale.

Yes, just like the kingdom.

Cale are their to be share.

#lout of count’s family #trash of the count's family #lcf #cale henituse #tcf #alberu crossman #albecale #alberu x cale #alcale #ancient white star

[irritablepoe]

~ Aftermath of S5 Ep11: Ranpoe Reunite ~

this is very sweet and also pure self-indulgence, i just want them to be happy okay?

No warnings (except maybe a bit self-esteem issues on poe's side); Hurt/Comfort; Ranpo is exhausted and Poe takes care of him; Love Confessions (bc i want them to kiss pls they deserve happiness); First Kiss

Word Count: around 900

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“It’s over.”

Poe jumped in his seat. He had been reading a book – or at least trying to read – while chewing on his fingernails, anxiously waiting for Ranpo’s return. Now, when he turned around, he was met by exhaustion incorporated. The detective was holding himself up through the doorframe and his willpower alone and that alone let Poe’s mouth dry in concern.

“He’s dead?”, he asked. Ranpo nodded.

Poe stood and looked Ranpo over with a quick look. “Is everyone alright?”

“Yes.”

Poe sure was relieved at his answer but another question burnt on his tongue. “Are- are you alright?”

Ranpo swallowed. “I- uh… I think I need to lay down.” He took a wavering step forward. And then he fell.

Poe caught him, pulled him close to his chest, and let them slump to the ground softly. Ranpo felt like a ragdoll in his arms; a dead weight that was too tired and too worn down to move. Poe had watched Ranpo neglect eating and sleeping the past few days and it had broken his heart. Occasionally, he had sneaked some sweets into his pocket and sometimes Ranpo had even put them in his mouth mindlessly. Sometimes he had ignored it all together. Other times he had put a blanket over Ranpo’s shoulders to keep him warm, though this had only been once - he had denied he did anything when Ranpo asked him about it the morning after. Like he had said: Ranpo had not been taken care of himself. Everything caught up to him now and all Poe could do was hold him. “You did so much, Ranpo. You saved the world.”

Ranpo let out a tired huff. “You say that like you’re in awe.”

Poe froze. “Maybe because I am.” He damned himself for it. Damned himself for the words that could've waited. But relief had loosened his tongue.

Now, Ranpo did move. He barely lifted his head, but his eyes pierced themselves into Poe’s and he was unable to look away. Embarrassment washed over him but now it was too late. He couldn’t take those words back and he didn’t want to.

Ranpo’s lips formed a surprised “oh” when he saw what lay at the very core of Poe’s inner emotional turmoil. Poe was an idiot. He gathered that a detective – more so Ranpo – would eventually find out what he was feeling. But he had thought as long as he didn’t deal with those… feelings, they wouldn’t get in the way of things. Now, Ranpo was staring at him like he was the world’s most precious thing.

“I-I’m sorry.”, Poe whispered, tears flooding his eyes. He tried to push Ranpo away. Get him away from his filthy hands, his stained soul. There was no way, he would accept Poe’s feelings. Not after all he had done. It was Ranpo after all. He was a lifesaver. A detective that worked in the light of the world. He was funny and he was cunning and more than everything: unpredictable. Poe didn't deserve him.

Ranpo’s hand grasped at his clothes and pulled himself closer again. “Don't push me away.”

He said it so softly, Poe’s heart made a jump. He slumped into himself, trying to cover up his face for it was all too open, too obvious for him to see. Ranpo’s skin was smooth against his as he touched his face, brushing Poe’s hands away with his own like they were nothing more than air.

Green eyes were fixed on him and Poe cringed into himself as he felt the desire to kiss him rise inside of him.

“I just saw Fukuzawa mourn his partner he lost due to time and war.”, Ranpo said with a stern voice. “I do not intent to let my own chance pass me by.”

“What does this m-?“ Poe was interrupted by Ranpo’s lips on his. His eyes went wide. Ranpo was - - - kissing him? He felt his heart surge forward; felt it jump in joy and excitement; felt it reach out to Ranpo for he alone could touch it like he did.

My heart, Poe thought, is meant to beat to the rhythm of your lips.

“Ranpo.”

Ranpo smiled into the kiss and Poe leaned back to see it in all its beauty. “Ed.”

“My heart is yours. It always has been.”

“All this time, huh?” Ranpo’s smile faded and he got an almost innocent look on his face. “I feel the same, Ed. It took me a while to realise. Maybe my detective skills are slacking.”

“You can rest now.”, Poe said, caressing his cheek with delicate fingers. He didn’t want to startle him. Didn’t want to hurt him. “It’s going to be alright.”

“Yes. I think it will indeed be okay. At least for a while.” Ranpo cuddled against his chest, his hair tickling Poe’s chin. “Thank you, Ed.”

Poe hesitated but eventually curled his arms tightly around Ranpo again. “I’m going to protect you. I will give it my all.”

“I know.” Ranpo’s voice faded and when Poe leaned down, Ranpo had his eyes closed and his breathing got steady.

Poe brushed over his hair. “Rest now. I’ll take care of you.”

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ah yes, a balm to my soul, let me know how you liked it :D

will be posted to ao3, but i think i'm gonna do that tomorrow (Link)

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[dujour13]

During my little holiday I wanted to get back in touch with my main muses and wrote some Act I stuff, just messing around with a different kind of pacing. I might insert it into L&C but it would take some retrofitting so just throwing it out here while I decide.

Warning - it's long, 2000 words under the cut. No one is under any obligation to read this 😂

Cross-legged on his narrow bed in the Defender’s Heart, using his flipped-over guitar as a writing desk, Siavash sat staring into the distance. The last few dozen letters he’d written to Kristov had ended up in the fireplace instead of the post, tearstained and torn up for shame. He didn’t even know how to open this one. “Dear Kristov” was too cold, “My dearest” worse, and no diplomatic training could prepare him for how to break terrible news to an ex he was supposed to be over. Tears of grief, frustration and no small measure of self-pity burned his eyes as he restarted for the third time.

He pressed his thumbs to his eyes and asked himself once again whether he really needed to write personally, knowing even as he did that there was no getting out of it. The Ambassador’s attaché had been a good friend to both of them; surely letting Kristov find out about her death without a word from him would be cruel. Yet every time he set pen to parchment he caught himself wanting to spill his whole heart.

I don’t understand why everyone’s dead and I’m not. I’m wounded and it won’t heal. Demons have besieged the city. It’s cold in Mendev and all they drink is terrible beer. I’m alone. I’m scared.

I miss you.

Maybe what he really missed was someone intimate enough to complain to. It had been two years since they separated and it wouldn’t be fair to put all this on Kristov. He needed to fight the urge to write things that would hurt or upset him, just as he had when writing to his own family about his wonderful adventures in Mendev.

For someone with no shortage of friends and even less difficulty making them, it was surprising how empty he could feel at times, especially haunted by the faces of his friends and colleagues who had died in the demon attack. What a merry band of Andorens they would all have made, leading the city defense like itinerant heroes, bonding over the bad beer and the glaring example Daeran made of the dangers of nepotism. And oh, how he would be fawned over with his strange (and still quite painful) wound.

Instead, the awful task fell to him to write letters to their friends and families bearing tidings that would destroy them. And here he was, still alive for no good reason.

Hovering, his pen let a black drop spill onto “My dearest.”

Stupid. He was over Kristov, as much as could be expected. It was just a childish need to be felt sorry for. He gave himself a wan, condescending smile. Just write the damn letter, play a sad song, cry a little and buck up. There are things to do.

Just when he had it under control, the Count walked right into his room and tossed his coat on the other bed like it was his own. “Weeping again?”

“Lamenting what’s become of the last of Mendev’s great families,” he returned with a brittle smile, shoving the parchment aside. “That bed’s occupied. You’re just helping yourself to it?”

“I am indeed moving in. Don’t take it personally; I’ve rather had my fill of sappy Desnans.” He patted his stomach and grimaced as if he’d overdone it on the sweet rolls. “In fact, what would it take to get you to push the beds together and clear out? Your former roommate went for six months’ salary. He’s sleeping on the floor in the common room for that and the dignity of the realm, so that my precious person should not suffer calumny.”

“I thought heaping calumny on your family name was your favorite pastime,” said Siavash. “Anyway no luck, Daeran. I’m wounded. I’m keeping my bed.”

The Count gave an annoyed sigh. “Fine. Well, I suppose one learns to make do in a siege. Go ahead and push the beds together, if you’re so keen.”

“You’ll have to find someone else in need of a couple months’ salary I’m afraid. You know, the more you open your mouth the more you reinforce my opinions on hereditary wealth.” Siavash grabbed his guitar and headed for the stairs in search of more agreeable company.

“Opinions we happen to share,” laughed Daeran behind him.

As he padded down to the common room in his stocking feet he was only half aware that he was seeking a certain charcoal-blue face in the crowd, someone he was sure could cheer him up.

There he was—the tiefling Woljif, chatting animatedly with Father Rathimus in the corner. Selling the priest something at a siege mark-up, no doubt. But just as Siavash headed that direction, Seelah beckoned loudly from the bar. “Hey, if it isn’t the best bard in the house.”

“And the worst,” he winked. He glanced again at the tiefling across the room, who quickly shifted his gaze away when their eyes met, but not without a spontaneous brightening of the smile he was putting to work on the priest.

“Need something to grease the wheels before you get started?” Seelah signaled the bartender.

He hesitated. Not only did he balk at the beer, he would rather trade tall tales with Woljif than play a set, although the tiefling seemed occupied anyway. Still, Seelah’s grin was hard to resist. “Sure, thanks.”

She passed him a mug. “Boy am I glad some god or other tossed a bard into the mix. Gotta keep morale up for another couple days until we can mop up the Gray Garrison.”

“I’m not sure I feel so lucky,” he chuckled, forcing down a mouthful. “Glad I can do my humble part though.”

“Ha, you mean besides brandishing an angelic sword at the head of the heroic city defense?”

“Come on, all I’ve been doing is aiming everybody else in the right direction and shouting encouragement from behind you.”

Seelah winked. “Got news for you. That’s what leaders do.”

“Hey chief, you gonna play a tune?” He hadn’t even seen the tiefling make his way over to the bar but there he was, wearing a surprisingly unguarded expression, tail flicking eagerly.

“I was thinking about it,” Siavash said, suddenly much more interested in playing than he’d been a few minutes ago. “Looks like this crowd could use some cheering up.”

“You oughtta charge,” Woljif said. The shifty, calculating look was suddenly back. “Or at least pass the hat around afterwards.”

Siavash laughed. The man was a paradox. At times undisguised innocence, like looking forward to a little music or demanding an apology from Sister Kerismei, and at other times three steps ahead of everyone devising a scheme to lighten someone’s purse. “With a captive audience that’s likely to damage my popularity,” he said. “Unless I pledge the coin to a charity reconstruction fund or something.”

The tiefling’s eyes lit up. “Hells, you’re good at this, chief. Sit tight, I’ll find you a hat.”

He settled on an empty mug instead of a hat. After the first set Siavash saw him making the rounds and decided not to say anything about it, just to see where it was headed. Thus as he sat with Seelah choking down another beer he was surprised when Woljif came back and threw a leg over the bench next to him, carefully pouring the jingling contents of the mug onto the table and sweeping the coins together with both hands, eyes glittering.

“Whaddaya say, chief? Good catch. So I was thinkin’, I’ll set aside fifty percent for the charity and cut you in ten.”

“And the other forty?” he asked out of curiosity, just to see what the tiefling would say.

“Overhead.” Woljif waved a dismissive hand.

“Where are you planning on setting aside the charity money? Under the floorboards?”

“Nah, I’ll invest it. Great opportunities with the city in this condition.” And Woljif proceeded to explain how fresh food transport was currently at a standstill except for a few more intrepid ox-drivers—by which he meant smugglers—who could be prevailed upon to make the risky journey given a sufficient injection of capital.

Siavash listened rapt. Woljif seemed to “know a guy who knew a guy” for just about anything and could turn a profit on a minimum of risk all while getting desperately needed food into the city center.

Not to mention the way the corner of his mouth curled appealingly in a conspiratorial smile, and the way his eyes shone excitedly in the lamplight as he talked. Although some might see in his yellow irises the touch of the Abyss, Siavash saw only a golden gleam of intelligence and that occasional surprising softness. Hope. An eagerness he kept forgetting to hide.

Which in turn brought out Siavash’s most reassuring manner, his gentle yet soul-penetrating smile that said What is good in you is safe with me. And what isn’t strictly good too. He watched him count out the coins, sorting them into small stacks, and wondered if he’d already pocketed a handful or two of “overhead,” but also, interestingly, whether this “investment” could actually help keep the halted economy of the city alive until the demons could be chased out.

Just one detail. “Sounds good. Except I think ten is a little low for doing all the heavy lifting.”

Woljif looked up from his stacks of coins and searched his gaze, eyes narrowing slightly.

“All right, chief. Twenty-five, that suit you?”

“That’ll do. In fact, I’ll tell you what—keep it and invest it for me.”

There was that look again: clear-eyed and hopeful. “You can count on me, chief. I’ll double it for you.”

“You’re trying to pull a profit in a city under siege?” Seelah huffed, knocking her mug on the table with a frown.

Something in Woljif’s gaze shut down. He leaned back and sighed.

“We need food, Woljif needs money,” shrugged Siavash. “Sounds like a win-win to me.”

Woljif blinked at him.

“Are you serious?” Seelah echoed the look but for a different reason.

“Yes, and I think you should invest too.”

She glanced back and forth at the two of them. “You know what? Fine. I’m gonna trust you on this one. Don’t make me regret it.” And she placed a handful of coins on the table, which Woljif quickly swept into his stack.

This time when his and Siavash’s eyes met they were both on the verge of bursting out laughing.

Siavash helped himself to a couple coppers. “Let me get you a drink, Woljif.”

“Uh—sure.” Woljif watched the coin disappear and this time he really did laugh. “Tea, lots a’ honey.”

As he headed for the bar, Woljif caught himself eyeing the chief—not for the first time—and wondering if he could actually have found the real deal, the business partner of his dreams.

Yet even if so, Desnans didn’t tend to linger in one place for long. The chief had hinted to Seelah he might stay on a bit and see through whatever mission the Andoren government had sent him on here, but he’d be off to Andoran again soon enough and that would be the end of it. Or would it? Maybe that was even better! An excuse to head south to warmer climes. His ticket out of here on a whole other level.

But of course, it was only a matter of time before the partnership went south, and not in the geographical sense. On the other hand by then maybe Woljif would be set up—a tidy investment fund and a few connections around Inner Sea ports from Augustana to Merab, some new business partners on the horizon.

Or… maybe… maybe it wouldn’t go sour. That was supposed to be possible, like in the ballads or the storybooks. Sure would be nice. He could get used to that smile, that music, the nice way the chief listened and didn’t interrupt.

Hells. Last time he thought he had himself an actual, well, business partner, reality had punched him in the mouth. Literally. Repeatedly.

He decided he’d have to keep a close eye on the chief, figure out his angle. See how the pieces fit together: the bardic charm, the angelic sword, the Desnan visions, the sensible approach to morality. And not get his hopes up.

The moment the chief turned his way with the tea Woljif realized he was staring, and whatever expression he was wearing it earned him the most dazzling smile he thought he’d ever seen in his whole life.

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[yukidragon]

Remember when we has the option to kiss and hug Jack? In the case of how the first option was handled. How much flirting Jack could take until he's very very happy with his Sunshine?

If "very very happy" is innuendo for "practically pouncing on sunshine to make love with them right this second," I think it depends.

I think how the hug and kiss choices go more depended on MC's motivations for choosing that option. For the "kiss" choice, MC is crossing a line from friends to more, which is what Jack wants. For the "hug" choice, they don't want to "make it weird" between them. In other words, they don't want to go further with their relationship, which leaves Jack feeling less secure.

So, really, I think Jack would be happy being cuddled if MC isn't choosing to be distant from him. It's the intent, I think, that counts.

Which is to say that if MC chose instead to flirt with Jack rather than kiss him right away... well I'm sure Jack would like that very much. It would likely make him flustered and happy before he started to flirt back, since he would very much want to encourage his sunshine to cross this line between friendship and lovers.

Now... an MC who is intentionally teasing Jack to see how far they could push him with their flirting until he snaps and makes the first move? That would be a pretty fun image. Though, really, he is concerned about doing what they want. He can't and won't do anything his sunshine doesn't want him to after all.

Which does give me the image of MC testing Jack's patience by flirting with him until he reaches his limit and...

Aw heck, I should write the scene with my MC, Alice, shouldn't I?

...

Alice was choosing to play with fire, and she knew it.

She could have chosen to just go for it, give in to her urges and damn the consequences. She could have backed off to keep things from getting weird between her and the person who quickly had come to mean so much to her.

Or rather, keep them from getting weirder after Jack pulled Alice into his lap. Her heart still hadn’t slowed down since he tucked her in close to his body, feeling so wonderfully warm, cared for, and safe.

Why risk it? They were fine as just friends, right? It’s not like Jack would want something more from someone like her…

It was the way Jack looked at Alice that made her reconsider these self-deprecating thoughts. His dark brown eyes were soft, and in the reflection of the television’s light they glowed like molten honey. The way he looked at her and held her so delicately made her feel precious, irreplaceable.

…Like she wasn’t something that he was simply settling for until something better came along.

Most of all, Jack made her feel something she hadn’t in far too long… he made her feel loved.

Wouldn’t it then be more foolish if Alice risked losing this chance?

There was electricity in the air between them, one that was only amplified by the heat between them that glowed on their cheeks in a blushing hue. Jack had asked her if something was on his face after she stared at him with such a sweet smile - a silly question from a silly clown to keep the mood light - but he could feel the mood change between them after he asked, particularly in his sunshine. He couldn’t pick up everything she was thinking, but what he caught left his heart racing in anticipation.

“Y-yeah…,” Alice finally said as she reached up to trace one of the red marks painted on his cheeks. “Your c-cute smile.”

Alice couldn’t look Jack in the eye after that, her heart racing all the more as adrenaline shot through her. She did it, she actually took the initiative to flirt with someone she liked but wasn’t in a relationship with (yet)! Intentionally!

Jack’s eyes widened and that very smile grew even wider, which made Alice squirm a little in his lap. Her reaction only made his excitement grow and his blush darken. “Gosh, sunshine. That’s so sweet of you to say, thank you. But you know… the reason why I feel like smiling right now is all because of you.”

Hearing that made her pulse quicken, and Alice bit her lips as she tried to get her racing thoughts under control. This was how flirting was supposed to start, right? Was Jack flirting back, or was he just being friendly while she was just deluding herself? She had to know for sure. “R-really?” She fumbled with her next words, her face burning all the more as she leaned in just a little closer, pressing her body just a little more against his. “Is… is it because of how c-close we are r-right now?”

“Yes,” Jack answered easily, his voice softening a little with a faint breathy richness that made Alice shiver a little to hear it. “Alice… you always know how to make me smile. You make me feel so happy… but I’m even happier when you want to get closer to me like this.”

Alice jolted as Jack traced a gloved finger along her cheek, mimicking her earlier touch on him. He halted when she flinched, but she quickly reached up to press his hand against her cheek so that he wouldn’t mistake her reaction as anything negative. She wanted his touch so badly, even as she felt terrified about taking the next step. “I… I’m happy to get closer.” She took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to look him in the eye again. “I want to get closer to you, Jack…”

“I’m glad,” Jack said as he slowly stroked her cheek. “We can be as close as you like, sunshine.” His voice took on a suggestive note to it. “Alice…” He gently tipped her chin upward towards him just a little as thumb traced just below her lip. “We can be whatever you want us to be.”

They were flirting. They were flirting. They were flirting. There was no way this wasn’t flirting. Alice felt like her heart was racing out of control and her face was on fire, but she couldn’t let the wild fluttering in her chest stop things now. She choked on her breath and swallowed hard to alleviate the dryness of her throat as she fumbled to find the words to keep going.

“Wh-what if I want… more?” Alice flinched as she tried to make her voice sound suggestive and throaty, only for it to crack and squeak at the end instead.

Jack didn’t laugh like Alice reflexively feared he would. His eyes were alight, filled with so much passion that it took her breath away, and the smile he gave her was so tender and inviting. “If that’s what you want, then I’ll be happy to give you more, Alice. I’ll give you anything you want… be anything you want me to be.”

“I want you to be you,” Alice said as she took a hold of the collar of his jacket. “B-because you are… you’re so much more than I…” She bit her lower lip as her worries and self-doubt grew in spite of herself. She tried to force those thoughts back to not spoil the moment, wanting so badly to do things right this time. “I want you… just you… because you’re so sweet and kind and nice and just… you… y-you make me happy… happier than I’ve ever felt before.”

The last words were nearly whispered, almost a guilty confession. Jack felt his heart go out to Alice as he pulled her in just a little closer, drawing her face closer to his so that his warm breath skirted across her lips in the ghost of a kiss. “I’m glad… because you make me happy too, Alice. You make me feel… love.”

Alice practically choked on the word, her eyes flying open wide. “Love?” she sputtered only to mentally kick herself. Why was she so surprised? Sure Jack was the host of a kids TV show, but she was the one actively flirting with him and hoping to nudge their relationship into something more than friendship here! How could she expect to progress if she didn’t think that he knew what love was?

“Yes, love,” Jack repeated, his voice lowering to something softer, more seductive. “I’ve never felt this way before… and I hope I make you feel the same way.”

Alice felt like her heart was going to explode. They were so close, just a breath away from kissing. She ached for it badly, but she sat frozen, staring into those molten honey eyes of his. “I… I do… You do.”

Jack smiled, and the expression of pure delight made Alice feel molten. “Can you say it?” He traced below her lips, aching for just that little bit more. “Just so I know for real?”

Alice swallowed hard and licked her dry lips to wet them, her tongue coming dangerously close to his gloved fingers. She was really going for it wasn’t she? She had come this far, and she trusted Jack. She could practically feel the affection he had for her and the attraction growing between them.

Finally, Alice managed to choke out the words. “I-I l-like you, Jack. Is it… is it okay if I kiss you?”

Jack blinked, caught off-guard that she misunderstood what exactly he was asking for, but just as quickly softened with affection and elation. “Of course it’s okay.”

Gently, Jack brought his hands to her cheeks, softly stroking them. He guided Alice to him, urging her to close the distance between them before he lost control of the desire he had been fighting back for months and finally, finally claimed his sunshine’s lips like he always dreamed.

The kiss was tentative and soft. Alice barely pressed her lips against Jack’s, almost giving the chance to back away if he changed his mind, but instead he drew her in closer. Their lips slotted together, quickly slipping into place like two halves of a whole that were always meant to be united. The feeling of their lips finally meeting was a gentle fire that slowly but steadily burned hotter by the second.

Alice jolted a little when she felt Jack gently prod her lips with his tongue, almost politely asking permission to enter. Tentatively she parted her lips for him, and was immediately rewarded for it. A whimper escaped her that turned into a moan that was muffled by his tongue sliding along hers and exploring her in a way that sent sparks down her spine all the way to her toes, making them curl.

The kiss was everything Jack dreamed of - warmth, love, and everything wonderful and right in the world. It was everything he wanted… Alice was everything he wanted, and so much more. He drank deeply from her like a man who had been dying of thirst for years, unable to get enough of her. It was only when she eventually drew back, panting desperately for air, that he finally, reluctantly, ended the kiss to catch his breath as well, though he didn’t need air quite as much as she did.

Heat mingled between them, in their heavy breaths, their bodies pressed so close together, and in the smoldering looks they gave one another. Things had changed between them, and they both knew it. The kiss made them so much more aware of this heat and especially in this all-encompassing need they had for one another.

Unthinkingly, Alice licked her damp lips, the taste of Jack still heavy on her tongue. “Jack…” she murmured breathlessly.

The sight enticed Jack, almost a tease that drew him in closer to Alice for another kiss, one that she eagerly accepted. Now that his sunshine finally, finally allowed him to kiss her, he didn’t have to hold himself back anymore. Now he could taste her lips as much as he had been craving since the first time he laid eyes on her, delving into her sweet mouth again to drink deeply in the love she felt for him.

More. Jack loved it, loved her, but he needed even more. His hot lips marked a trail down her chin to her neck, peppering her pale skin with wet kisses. Alice shivered, but tipped her head back to welcome him, squirming as his lips explored her greedily. “Alice…,” he murmured, and she shivered again at the feeling of his hot breath tickling her skin.

“Jack,” Alice practically whimpered as she buried her fingers in his hair and arched up into him. She was burning. She wanted more, needed more. She never felt like this before, so hot and needy. She couldn’t stand it. She pulled Jack closer to her, unable to vocalize her need in more than tiny noises that escaped her throat that he marked with his hot kisses.

Jack needed more, he needed to hear it. He needed his sunshine to actually say the words he ached to hear for so long. “Alice…” She shivered again against him. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Y-yes?” Alice asked breathlessly. She would’ve done practically anything for Jack in that moment, and he shivered as well as he could feel her desire to please him.

“Can you say it?” Jack asked. “Can you tell me that you lo-”

A sudden loud and obnoxious ringtone cut him off, shattering the dreamy atmosphere between them. Reality was calling for Alice, and it refused to be denied.

...

I... think I might have gone off topic from a scenario where Jack is teased into pouncing on his sunshine to just an alternate first kiss for him and Alice instead. Oops. Sorry about that?

Anyway, Jack is pretty patient. I think his sunshine could drive him absolutely crazy with teasing him until they finally choose to change their relationship. Once he has permission, then I'm sure this horny clown is going to make sure his sunshine is very, very happy too~

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

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[sserpente]

LOKI EPISODES 4 and 5, HOLY SHIT!

Let me tell you, this past week was insane! I did manage to watch Episode 4 last week but pretty much fell asleep straight after so I completely missed writing about Episode 4!

So let's talk about that one first before I lose my absolute shit at Episode 5!

As always, HEAVY SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT!

So then... it is finally revealed that Ravonna had something to do with Kang before. I can't say I'm too surprised. And of course she would just kill a bunch of people to get her way.

Quite interesting how she pretended Loki was the villain this whole time when it's actually her. And don't even get me started on Brad!

I have a feeling we're gonna have a big confrontation in the final episode... but I'm getting ahead of myself--I am way too hyped now after Episode 5.

Now, I have to say, Episode 4 didn't have an awful lot of Loki in it, haha! But hells, did Episode 5 make up for that... DAMN!

The cliffhanger was something else. Obviously, the suspense wasn't one of "oh no, they're doomed and everyone's dead now" but rather "oh shit, how are they going to fix THAT?!"

Good thing it wasn't Loki who went out there... so much for spaghettification. So with that... let's move on to Episode 5 so I can lose my absolute shit!

The very moment O.B. mentioned that Loki might be able to control time slipping I was like 👀. I had a feeling where this was going but... patience, patience, patience.

I swear my poor heartbroken God of Mischief... the fact the timelines were all just evaporating was honestly scary. I mean, imagine your reality is falling apart and there is NOTHING left. NOTHING. And there's nowhere for you to go.

I thought it was convenient that Loki would show up in his friends' timelines until I realised there was a reason for that. Speaking of which... B15 was a doctor, aw! And Mobius finally has his Jetskis! And two sons?! GODS! I hope that they'll be able to combine their TVA life and their timeline life. There's gotta be a way, right?

But to be fair... Casey didn't wanna go back to prison (did you hear him say "they're gonna gut us like fish" I was cackling), Mobius loves jetskis but doesn't seem to be 100% fulfilled with this job... O.B. is a writer who's trying to make it (I felt that) and I guess... you could say B15 has great purpose as a doctor but still! So... I'm still with Loki, they did have a purpose at the TVA and it should be their choice.

I totally love the conversation between Loki and Sylvie here and the fact that she admitted that she's selfish. Is Loki selfish too? Yes and no. Yes, he wants his friends back. But why? Because he CARES about them. And because he knows that most of them aren't actually as happy as they should be in their timelines. Also, naturally, if he doesn't fix this, then all of reality will evaporate so his argument is quite valid.

I swear when he said "where do I belong then"... I was SO DAMN CLOSE TO TEARS. I just wanted to HUG him so bad! Because it's true, isn't it? Loki has no timeline to go back to. He can't just show up in Asgard and pretend like nothing ever happened. But a life like the one Sylvie thinks she's happy with, working at McDonald's? That's not it for Loki, we all know that! I swear... by the end of Season 2 it will be official that he found his glorious purpose!

I mean... just the fact that he was willing to give it all up alone... to let Mobius and everyone else go back to their timelines... NO ONE DARE SAY HE IS A VILLAIN EVER AGAIN, OUR PRECIOUS BABY!

I know I said we don't need Loki to be a self-righteous hero and we don't but the character development in this episode, the reflection of what's been going on with him... SO DAMN GOOD! It's proof that Loki has a good heart, honestly! I mean... we knew that already, it's not the first time we saw it on display but still... awww!

So what's next? Loki, the lord of time... I mean, I'm sorry... did he just become the most powerful being in the MCU?! JUSTICE FOR LOKI AT LAST! I WAS SCREAMING LET ME TELL YOU!

I was hoping for something like that so bad and now here we are! With how things are working out right now, I have a feeling it won't be long until Loki is back in the main MCU timeline and the ultimate force in the final battle against Kang!

#loki #loki season 2 #loki spoilers #loki season 2 spoilers

[tvshowspoilers]

OFMD episode 7 thoughts

Already know I want that robe Ed has! Dude it’s beautiful and I love the blue

Ed getting the breakfast ready is the cutest thing ever

I’m forever going to be crying that we didn’t see them cuddle! DAVID WHY

Also Ed’s little hum as he’s going down the stairs is precious

Aww Stede being so sweet about the twine on the tray when Ed is so nervous about it (you can hear it in his shudder breath when he says he panicked) (Taika why are you so good at making me feel emotions lol)

“you know that night that I died?” ED. BABY YES HE KNOWS

Still dying about Izzy coming in while they are in dead and his fucking smirk and AGH And Ed is just like, yep saw that coming

AND I AM NEVER GOING TO FORGET THIS LINE “ it’s good to see that it’s not just a ship that’s been good and truly….docked”

Oh yes on second viewing that clock is fucking sus….Zheng Noooo

I actually love Auntie

Also ED IS A CONFIRMED OPEN MOUTH CHEWER lol

Ed’s reaction the the letters “I love that you did that” awww…I hope he finds them! And Stede’s little self deprecating laugh, aw he needed Ed to say that

Dude you can totally tell Ed has never been skipped over…look at the little scoff he does and disbelief

I love love goofy Ed and Stede so much

Also this (Ed’s little speech about drinks tattoos and paps) is something I could totally see Taika saying to a newly famous person??

The revenge boys!!! I love it and Jackie’s little “the Swede will be happy to see ya!” Hehe

Ed’s so nervous for Stede like Stede was for Ed

So Ed’s soft look (outside) was him looking at the fish basket and thinking of a simpler life…so at this point he was already thinking about leaving and Stede and stuff? Expecially after the convo with Izzy? Cause his eyes get really sad.

I still don’t know how to process the fight with Zheng…just that I agree that he was double upset about loosing his found family

I know the little moment of Stede saying “you don’t sound that happy” hurt me cause Ed’s face is like nope and flashbacks to “what makes Ed happy is you” OOF

But, I don’t think it was a full breakup…but it was a discussion that was bound to happen at some point and I’m proud of Ed for explaining he and Stede went over the boundaries he tried to set, for realizing he wasn’t ready for this relationship yet and that he doesn’t know what he is……And that Stede was open to their relationship being “whatever” until Ed is ready

But god I’m still upset about his word choice and it’s been almost 24 hours since this episode dropped “last night was a mistake” still hurts very bad cause like I said…pipeline in Stede’s head to “I was a mistake”

I think it was an alright conversation until Ed said he was leaving (leaving Stede first so he doesn’t get hurt which is what I expected in s1 but figured would happen this season…tho not like this and this close to the season finale…yikes)

And Stede’s reaction about the fish, damn Ed was so proud of that fish…but my two cents, he wasn’t being malicious I think he was just saying one fish does not make one a fisherman

Oh but the “fishermen and pirates are nothing alike like” damn

Steak Knife is lovely

I think laughing at the guy was part drunk Stede and also him covering up the pain of his other kill…idk how to explain

Also we can still hear the ROP screams and stuff during the first part of the credits

Once again, love freaking fang and that roach made mud baths a thing

So yeah, rewatching this episode…it was alright and then got painful toward the middle and definitely second hand embarrassment worthy at the end but I thought it was a decent episode. Of course it had pacing issues but that’s MAX’s fault, not David’s

#ofmd s2 spoilers #our flag means death #spoilers #ofmd #stede bonnet #blackbeard #edward teach #blackbonnet #gentlebeard

[cringemesstickles]

Adorable

Summary: Sam is adorable and Dean wants him to admit it.

Pairings: None obv. Just brotherly fluff

Word Count: 612

A/N: this is incredibly self indulgent. I was in desperate need of them just being silly bc season 14 got me f’d up :’)

(Shush I know this is my 4th lee!sam fic)

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"Dean, dohohont!"

"Don't what Sammy?"

"Tickle mehehe!"

"As you wish, my dear brother!"

And just like that, fingers spidered all over Sam's belly.

Sam tried his best to hold back his laughter, refusing to give Dean the satisfaction.

“Cmon Sammy, laugh for me!”

Dean said, continuing the tickly onslaught on his brother’s tummy.

“Shut up! Dohohont!” As soon as the dam broke, he couldn’t stop it and before he knew it, boyish giggles were flowing from his mouth.

Dean’s smile widened at the precious sounds, a feeling of adoration overwhelming him.

Dean loved hearing Sam laugh and he personally didn’t think it happened enough.

"DEHEHEAN!" The younger Winchester squirmed and kicked to no avail, face turning pink in embarrassment.

"Aww, Sammy, you're blushing~" The older teased, causing the taller's cheeks to darken more while he tried to bury his face in his hands to hide his rosy cheeks.

"B-BE QUIET YOU JEHEHERK!"

"Aw don't hide your cute face from your big brother. Show me that smile, Sammy!"

Dean dug his fingers into Sam’s highest ribs, laughing when the younger let out a surprised snort, hands shooting down to try and grab at the offending hands, revealing his blushy scrunched up face.

“Aw, look at that smile! So cute, Sammy.”

The teasing drove Sam up the wall, making the tingling sensations feel ten times worse.

Dean knew the teasing was kinda mean, but being mean was kind of his job as a big brother.

That, and Sam’s reactions were just too precious.

“DEHEHEHEE! STOHOHOP, THIS IS STUHUPID!!”

Tears started pricking at the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall down his bright red cheeks. His face was decorated with a big dimply smile and his nose was all scrunched up.

He looked like he was 12 again and the sight warmed Dean’s heart, reminding him of a simpler time. (Still complicated sure, but far simpler than what they were dealing with these days.)

“Alright alright. I’ll make a deal with you, Sammy.”

He paused the senseless torture, allowing his brother to breathe.

“I’ll stop tickling you if you admit that you’re adorable, AND that I’m the best big brother ever!” The older grinned widely, idly tapping against Sam’s ribcage.

Sam groaned through his giggles, blush not going away for a second.

“Ahahare you johoking?”

“Nope! And don’t forget that last part...super important.”

Dean let his brother collect his thoughts for a whole four seconds before skittering across his sensitive tummy.

Sam bucked and squealed, shaking his head side to side, fluffy brown hair whipping around with it.

“DEHEHEHEAN, NOT THEHEHERE! I CAHAHANT!!”

Sam couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed this hard. It was unbearable but it felt nice.

“You know what to do, Sammy! Look, I’ll even slow down for you.”

He slowed to light scratching and Sam took a moment to catch his breath, face lightening back up.

“Alright, Sam. The clock is ticking.” Dean wiggled his fingers threateningly over his brother’s skin, heart melting when he started laughing frantically at the sight.

“EHEHEE- NONONO, IHIHIM ADORAHABLE!!”

His face flushed bright red again the moment the words left his mouth.

Dean lowered his hands a little more. “And?”

Sam’s laughter surprisingly got louder.

“AHAHAND YOU’RE THE BEHEHEST BIG BROTHER EHEHEVER- EEK!”

The older let his fingers dig into his brothers tummy for one last tickle before letting up for good.

“Damn right!” He retracted his hands and got off of the giggling mess that was his little brother.

He rubbed the younger’s stomach to help soothe the ghost tickles, heart flooding with warmth when Sam leaned into the touch.

“You’re such a jeheheherk…”

Dean laughed fondly.

“And you’re a ticklish bitch.”

#mess writes #supernatural tickle fic #lee!sam #lee!sammy #ticklish!sam #ticklish!sammy #ler!dean #spn tickle fic #tword content #sfw tickling #tickle fic #tickle community

[soshaaaa]

HAHA, YOU THOUGHT I WAS DRAWING CARD REDRAW, BUT I WAS DOING GIFS!

THIS IS PROBABLY ONE OF THE CUTEST THINGS I'VE EVER DONE WTF IT'S SO CUTEEE

HERE IS A SONG FOR YOU, AND GO ON AND LOOK AT THIS SHIT

I was bored and made gif with Sosha and Asmo. Then i got addicted and have 10 of them now

im scared of how much serotonin i got from this thing.

-Heyehyehye, Asmuah, wanna have a... uuuh, smol XXS orange orphan?

-...Mandarin? Sorry hun, im busy, you can eat this oneee~

[click for 9 more of those]

-Oooh, Asmo is in the news again! ..heeey, the thing is about me! but why there is no picture of meeee?! I need to make a interview better than this! Sosha supremacyyyyyyyyyyy~~~

-Huh, Sosha definitely needs to practice with making post names...

-Sushi! Close your eyes or you will get shampoo in them!

-But you look so cute- AAAAAAW I HAVE BEEN ATTACKED BY THIS SOAPY AND LIQUIDY THING RIGHT IN MY HEART, THATS IN MY EYES!!!

-Told you~

-Yes! I knew that Jessica will be with Jeremy! They are such a soulmates, don't you think, Sushi?!...Ah, you fell asleep again, aren't you~

-zzzzz......naw......zzzzz

-Aw, so peaceful♡...............................................

..........................Oh wait i still have to do my night skincare routine......fine, you can sleep 10 more minutes and i will get up.

-Draw me like one of your french girls!

-Bonjour, croissant, Marriette, Eiffel tower, Pasta, Mario, Luigi.. wait no, thats italian. Anyway, LESHPUA LETTE PIAIA MIVIVO ZHETE IMEJO PO LE VO PA IJIJO METE ACOLFLAUYA ZUTA MI ZHIZO LETE(poorly sounding Ratatouille song)

-So-

-LET ME COOK.

-Sosha, you can't be in Demon form, Author-Sosha didn't post your backstory yet and you are making a huge spoiler and a plot hole, darling!

-Shut up im a moth(respectfully)

After Princess Asmo was rescued from evil goblin King Beel by a group of brave heroes, Princess was kidnapped again! By the evil demon named Sosha! He trapped princess in his castle and not letting him go! ...but, seems like Princess doesn't mind?

-Damn, how did you even tricked me into posing for this. i look like a hoe!.... in a good way

-i mean, you helped me with designing this collection, so it would be infair to not-put you on front page with your precious Asmo-chan!....how can you possibly be a "hoe in a good way" though?

You will say "Sosha(author), Sosha(oc) is a self insert OC for sure!" NO IT'S NOOOOT, this ass has backstory, and his personality is bigger than mine, so comparing Sosha to me is a pathetic comparison~

Sosha: I will make a comic about Sosha!

Sosha later: I will make a tumblr posts about Sosha!

Sosha now: Probably i will just write his entire lore in one post and will forget about it

Sosha in future: I will just burn him in fire.

#Spotify #obey me #obey me nightbringer #om! asmodeus #asmodeus obey me #asmodeus #obey me shall we date #om! shall we date #demon #obey me mc #obey me oc #om oc #om mc #om! mc #gif #ibispaintx #ibispaintx animation #om! lucifer #om! mammon #om! leviathan #om! swd #om! satan #om! beelzebub #om! belphegor #omswd #asmodeus om #om asmodeus #obey me asmo x mc #obey me asmodeus #insert hastags

[vivisection-and-vampyrism]

Home Sweet Home part seven

Content Warnings: Captivity, Starvation, Burns, Muzzles, Collars, Manipulation, Victim Blaming, Rats, Past Torture, Past Rape, Vampire Whumpees, Human Whumpers

Note: The girls (read: girl, boy, and creature) are fighting.

And now October was back downstairs. This was to be expected, of course. But it didn't particularly like being alone with Pavel and Odessa so soon after the incident with Falkner's friends.

At least it had its pet rats. They were always a comfort in these dark times. It scooped Mira up off the ground, and stroked her patchy gray fur.

Pavel's burns were so very interesting. They covered half his face like the villain from that superhero cartoon Arbor had introduced Falkner to on one of their dates. What was his name? It had been something deeply stupid…

Well, never mind. The point was how much October enjoyed Pavel's disturbing state. His healing was going so slowly, inhibited by the silver muzzle and collar, but had dealt with most of the deep-tissue damage from yesterday.

October wished it had been a doctor. Then it could look at wounds like this every day.

Odessa finally broke the silence. "What the hell is wrong with you, October?"

October tore its eyes off Pavel and turned to her. "A lot is wrong with me. You'll have to be more specific, babe."

"You pushed my brother into the sun!"

"It's okay," Pavel said, his vocal cords and tongue now mostly healed. "It would have happened anyway. Falkner being a maniac isn't October's fault."

"That's not an excuse." Odessa crossed her arms. "You're just as bad as those hunters."

Now was October's chance to shine, and show off its skills at histrionic attention grabbing. It could hardly keep its excitement in check as it put on yet another mask, this one made of misery and self loathing, so very different than the one it usually wore for Falkner.

"I'm sorry," it said, wiping a crocodile tear from its eye. "I was trying to help. They're violent and cruel because they think it's entertaining. Anytime I managed to perform for them, their punishments weren't quite so bad."

"Oh." Pavel had clearly fallen hook, line, and sinker. "You thought they'd think you hurting me was funny or whatever, so they'd be less violent? Is that it?"

October nodded, trying to look ashamed as it gently stroked Mira's fur. "I know I was awful. But I did warn you about them. It isn't your fault. This is just a bad situation."

"Bullshit," Odessa hissed. "Don't pretend like you care. If you did, you would have followed when Falkner and that woman shoved us down the stairs. But you decided to stay upstairs, pouring their drinks and laughing at their jokes."

"You're so fucking harsh," Pavel snapped, once again changing his whole demeanor at the drop of a hat. "I don't get it. You're never like this."

Odessa fumed for a minute, then switched to raving at her brother in another language. At first, October assumed the language was Russian, but realized its mistake when it couldn't understand a word of it. Probably Ukrainian.

"Speak English," Pavel said. "If you're going to talk about October, it deserves to know what you're saying.

"Fine!" Odessa didn't so much as consider her words before she continued raving. "It is a goddamn whore and a liar who's done nothing to help us. I don't know why you're so defensive of it. You don't owe it anything. You're too damn sympathetic."

There was a time when these words would have stung. Hundreds of years ago. But by now October had heard far worse. If anything, it was offended that Odessa couldn't come up with more creative insults than "whore".

It held Mira close to its chest, and watched the argument play out. Its emotional state would surely be far worse if not for its precious little pets.

"That's enough," Pavel said to his sister. "God, listen to yourself. You've got it all backward. We're the ones who should be trying to help October, and not the other way around."

"And why is that?"

"Because it's been here for almost a decade. Look at how we're acting after two nights. And instead of feeling bad for it, you've taken its existence as a personal attack. It sure isn't perfect but- Fuck, what do you think eight years in a hellhole like this would do to your brain?"

Odessa took a deep breath. Then another. She didn't look any more satisfied, but didn't want to accidentally say something to hurt her brother. October could hear how fast her heart was pounding against her ribcage.

"What were you doing upstairs last evening?" Odessa asked October. "And tell the truth. I can't deal with any more nonsense."

For the first time in a long time, October opted for honesty, nuzzling Mira with its cheek. "After everybody went home, Falkner wanted to screw me. And believe me, I don't get to say no. Is that what you wanted to hear? Then he fed me for the first time in months before I fell asleep."

Odessa tried to cover her mouth, but hissed in pain as she burnt her palm on the silver muzzle. "Fuck. I'm- I'm sorry. I didn't realize."

"What's the problem? After all, I'm just a goddamn whore. You said so yourself." "Well I didn't think-"

"That's right," October interrupted, reveling in getting to be so deeply unfair. "You didn't think. You never think about anything."

"Welk how was I supposed to know that he- That Falkner- I mean-"

"Spit it out."

"How was I supposed to know that Falkner has been raping you? I wouldn't have ever guessed that. It's not fair that you expect me to assume."

"I don't expect you to assume." October set Mira on the ground and watched her scamper off into a hole in the wall. "But trust me, I know I'm a whore. Refusing to sleep without someone in authority is what set me up to be murdered in the first place. I'm not making that mistake again. And I don't need the likes of you to pass judgment on me."

Odessa looked close to tears now. She was so obviously the kind of person who thought rape was somehow worse than any other crime someone could commit. As though torture paled in comparison to sexual assault.

October knew better. It had been through so much worse in its painfully long life. But if playing this card was going to get it some much deserved sympathy, or better yet, convince Odessa to shut the fuck up for once in her life, then it would play the damn card.

"Let's not have another fight," Pavel said softly. "We've all said stuff to hurt each other. Can we just get along and try to help each other now?"

Odessa nodded mutely.

"Alright," October said. "But I'm not putting my neck on the line for either of you. I've done just fine on my own." Mira fought to escape its hands, so it set her on the floor.

"That's fine," Pavel said. "Just as long as we don't fight."

And for a moment, October could almost forget that Odessa and Pavel were only here by its own request. That this whole situation was its fault, all because it had admitted to needing some company.

Its lapse in memory wouldn't last. But it was a fine to to indulge in. For now.

Taglist: @sulnusoup13 @heavenlyeden @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @excessive-vampires @pigeonwhumps @foresttheblep

#home sweet home #hart rambles #whump #pet whump #vampire whump #whump writing #Whumpblr #Whump series #Multiple whumpees #Multiple whumpers #defiant whumpee #conditioned whumpee #Nsfwhump

[jmdbjk]

Artemis and Apollo

I was working on a post about my thoughts on the relationships between Jimin, Jungkook and Tae before the Tailor of Chaos made his appearance and wrecked my brain. I had a lot written and was trying to edit it down so it wouldn’t be a several-chapter-long study about each of those three’s personalities and why I think they do what they do. I’ll get back to it later maybe.

So I am putting that aside in order to delve into these concepts of Jimin’s. I have to admit, it is intimidating how he comes up with these ideas. I have a lot of thoughts about all this and I am trying to put some order to it but the key word in all of it truly is chaos. The more I see, the more I am in awe and the more confused I am trying to reconcile all the various versions of Jimin.

I am thinking about all the years we had cutie sexy lovely Jimin and Mochi and Chimmie. I am wondering in his WeLive last week when he mentioned that he did some self-reflecting on why he cut his hair short in April (if that translation is indeed accurate and that IS what he meant) if he cut his hair because it was a way to hang on to “youth” one last time? 

And then he drops these heavy ideas on us about id and ego... the inner tug of war between primitive impulses and morality and the rational and controlling mediator that supposedly prevents either from overpowering the other. A inner turmoil of push and pull...

His choice of white: purity, morality .... and black: pleasure, sensuality

And the images of the cracked statues put back together and sealed with gold. Imperfections that have now turned into something beautiful and precious holding it all together. 

Posing with mannequins... living breathing Jimin and some plastic representation... the comparison between real Jimin and idol Jimin?

I mentioned in a post or two ago that I wondered if the Tailor of Chaos concept is what summoned the Black Swan stage outfits with the lack of shirts and the body chains and yes, it was all being created in about the same timeframe. These photos were planned at the end of last year. The teaser video opens with Jimin wearing the same LV hoodie he was wearing for this VLive back on October 20, 2021. ABOUT A YEAR AGO! 

The temporary tattoos: the words tailor of chaos and Artemis and when I flipped the image I see the word Filter. We are seeing Jimin revisiting Filter. Who is Artemis? In Greek mythology, Artemis is goddess of the hunt, the wilderness, wild animals, nature, vegetation, childbirth, care of children, and chastity. Artemis is also associated with the moon. In the myth of Actaeon, when this young hunter sees her bathing naked, he is transformed into a deer by the angered goddess, and is then devoured by his own hunting dogs who do not recognize their own master. THAT is truly conceptual...and is then devoured by his own dogs that don’t recognize their own master.... all kinds of imagery there that can be compared to life as an idol and especially as a member of BTS. Their own industry (dogs) devour them because they don’t recognize them as the one (master) who is bringing them more success than ever... 

Artemis has a twin brother named Apollo. Apollo is the god of music and dance, truth and prophecy, healing and diseases, and is associated with the Sun and light, poetry, and more!!!!!!!

Other aspects of Artemis: In spite of her status as a virgin who avoided potential lovers, there are multiple references to Artemis' beauty and eroticism. 

The stag imagery:

Artemis with her hunting bow drawn and birds and stars:

Jimin says “the original” Jimin... Is he speaking about the evolution of his idol persona? or the real Jimin? because idol Jimin began as manly man Jimin and then idol Jimin became softer and softer and then androgyny (Artemis is female) really entered the chat at some point and has been intermingling with cute bread cheeks Jimin, roundy boba head Jimin, chapter 2 Jimin, etc. Pick your damn Filter. 

Has Jimin been toying with this Artemis concept for a long time now? Maybe we will find out when we see more about his photo folio. 

I am more or less rambling and I really am not well versed on Greek mythology except for what I have researched to talk about this. But I do understand the concepts of psychology that he’s tossing around in these images and I do love how he exposes some of his own personal psyche in his presentation of himself. I flipped these photos around that he was looking at on the table:

Jungkook remarked that he thought out of all the members’ photo folio concepts, his vampire concept was really way out there, but my baby, Jimin’s concept is so out there, it will soar over the intelligence and maturity level of so many and just be pretty pictures to them. Jimin is CHALLENGING OUR INTELLECT with these images and that is a very very unique and sexy concept coming from him. 

#park jimin #jimins photo folio #artemis and apollo #sun and moon duo

[3llix]

Art Advice I’ve Picked Up

This is mostly aimed at myself, someone who’s been doing art a long time, and someone who made their hobby into their job and how it fucking sucks. This isn't advice for art as a career, more for those who got burned from trying to make it their career, and now want to turn it back into a passion or hobby.

Don’t draw through the pain, don’t try to power through the pain, it doesn’t work. It’s never worth it and you will fuck up your hands, arms and shoulders.

Take a break, take the damn break, rest your arms, hands whatever and do the stretches! They do work! 

Taking a break obviously helps if you’re hitting a brick wall with drawing, you might feel like everything you make is shit and a ton of other awful thoughts. Take a break, get a drink, some food or walk around and come back later

If the shitty feelings persist, move on to something else and tell yourself that the bad feelings don’t last forever, you won’t feel like a shitty artist forever. That feeling could go away in a day, or even an hour.

Imposter syndrome is awful and will try to ruin your day, be aware of it, I still struggle a lot with it too. But just by realising it exists can you make you more self aware about it in future.

Just because you’re good at art doesn’t mean you should make it your job. Turning any hobby into a job will make you lose the love for it.

You will burnout if you try to keep art a job and a hobby, you will not have time to draw for yourself, you will not be able work on all those passion projects and ideas. You will burn out, you will start to hate art.

This happened to me, and I’m still trying to unlearn the unhealthy habits I formed when it was my job, it’s very hard making art fun, and indulgent for myself. But I’m trying.

If you do make art your job, make sure you have hobbies that are not related to art. It’s really good if one of these hobbies can be outdoorsy too, I like biking a lot. But do what you can with what you have.

There will never be a perfect time to start drawing, or any other creative project. You can clear a whole month to work on something and you will waste that time, because your trying to make a perfect moment to be creative you’re putting unnecessary pressure on yourself.

The only perfect moment is now.

The perfect materials are what you have with you.

The only skills you have are the ones you have now.

No waiting until you can draw or write better, or saving a project till you’re more skilled, the only time to do it is now, even if you’re writing in between bus journeys or doodling on a scrap of paper, make that new Renpy file while waiting for the microwave to ding.

Learning to make that first step is also the most important, and learning that the first stroke doesn’t have to be so precious.

Learning when to give up on something that isn’t working is also a good skill. Sometimes a project doesn’t work out and we don’t finish it or we need to quit, it can be painful but there’s still a lot to learn from unfinished works.

You can recycle old ideas, nothing is wasted even if you don’t finish.

Trim your dreams, TRIM THE DAMN DREAMS. 

Don’t let s project outgrow your skills, or what you’re actually capable of, there’s a lot of things to take into consideration like, money, time, energy.

You can start a big, huge projects and realise it wasn’t what your actually wanted to make in the first place.

Making a game? Why are you making a 20 plus hour, 3D platform shooter with puzzle and farming mechanics as a solo dev? Trim those damn dreams. Dreaming is good and I know it’s fun but it’s easy to let an idea grow into an oak tree, it becomes all consuming and a burden to carry round.

So trim back, oak trees are beautiful but never underestimate a daisy

And eventually you could have a whole field of flowers and shrubs, instead of one oak tree.

Trying to find an audience online is bullshit, trying to create art that’s got mass appeal is bullshit, social media is a horrible place for creative pursuits, but it’s the best we have at the minute.

Make the things you want to see, I know that’s in a lot of art advice but that's because it’s true. You can fall into a trap of thinking only in numbers and engagement, of chasing praise and approval and in the end it will feel hollow, because you only ever made things to appeal to others.

And so you your only gain approval and engagement from a place that isn't authentic.

So yes, make that self insert OC, or “Cringey” dating Sim

Also, trying to find an audience can trap you into doing one thing, aka a one trick pony, because you’re are rewarded for making repetitive “content” with engagement and likes, and punished when you try something new, because it doesn’t do as well.

Never fucking call your art/creations “content.” You are not a machine making things to be consumed.

You have limited resources when it comes to art, both in time, money and even your own body.

Yes, you do have to treat your own body as a limited resource, like the very first tips, its so easy to destroy your own body in the pursuit of creating something, your eyes, hands, arms, shoulders even your brain.

So take every shortcut you can, trace 3d models, use photographs for backgrounds whatever you think of that can make the creation process easier and less time-consuming, you'll thank yourself later, when you can still pick up a pen without vice like pain.

That’s all I can think of for now, but I’ll update it if I think of something else, I’m sorry for spelling errors and if it sounds a little bitter, I started this when I was suffering a spell of tendinitis in my wrist. I mostly wrote this as a reminder to myself, but I hope maybe it can help someone else out. 💜

Also I know large blocks of text can be overwhelming, so I tried to break it up with some little snippets of my own art, hopefully it makes it a little easier to read. 

#art advice #things I’ve learned #long post #?

[demonsfate]

Angry Depressed rant about Tekken fandom

It's now three more days until Tekken 8. One of the only things I want from this game is just to simply do damage control and retcon Tekken 6 already (just fucking say Azazel brainwashed Jin like how Ogre brainwashed Nina in T3 or Cammy was brainwashed by M.Bison) - I mean they can fucking retcon Jinpachi having the devil gene and Heihachi's motivations in Tekken 7 but not Jin starting a war??? Let's be real, Tekken 6's story mode and Harada's fucking favoritism for his precious creator's pet Heihachi Mishima ruined everything EVERYTHING. Harada and Murray keep basically villainzing and putting both Jin and Kazuya (aka the true tragic victims of the story) in a bad light to make Heihachi and Lars look good. Not even Masashi Kishimoto's favoritism for fucking Itachi Uchiha or Studio Pierrot's favoritism for Hinata Hyuga was this BAD. They fucked over Jin in Tekken 6 for the sake of Lars (that would be like if Dante from Devil May Cry was suddenly a genocidal war criminal for the sake of making Nero look good or if Mega Man X became a genocidal maverick for the sake of making Axl look badass - it's just cheap, lazy, and insulting). Kazuya is a victim of Harada's bullshit too, I mean in Tekken 7 they basically villainized a child abuse survivor who lost everything all because of his father while trying to make his abuser look sympathetic because Kazuya has the Devil Gene. Which makes seeing all the stupid Jin vs Kazuya debates bullshit on twitter and r/Tekken even more painful to look at because at the end of the day, the truth is that their characters got ruined for the sake of fucking Heihachi, Lars, and Reina.

Even worse, no one ever acknowledges this shit. NO ONE ever does. They just hate on Jin for ONE fucking game. They keep characterizing Jin like how he was in Tekken 6 - like that is how he always was since the beginning. Ignoring the existence of his personality and potrayal in Tekken 3-5. I remember having seen so many terrible Jin Kazama bashing fan fiction where Jin is potrayed as a ultra pure evil sociopathic r*pist monster who kills and r*pes both Hwoarang and Xiaoyu to make other characters like Kazuya and Lars look good. I have seen a god awful Naruto/Tekken crossover fanfic where Jin r*ped poor Sasuke Uchiha 50 times and pissed and pooped on Sasuke just to make Sasuke's lover Naruto and his brother Itachi look good and prove that Naruto and Itachi are the strongest anime characters of all time. Fortunately those god awful fan fictions are gone for good after the great fanfiction.net purge of 2012. But now there's still some fanfic on ao3 where Jin constantly gets r*ped by either Kazuya or Miguel as "punishment for his war crimes". Also don't even get me started on all the repetitive discourse about "Jin Kazama bad/evil because Tekken 6 so he should fucking die" on r/Tekken and the Youtube comments section that is still ongoing to this day. At this rate, if things don't get better I might actually take a break from Tekken and migrate straight back to the Berserk fandom and the Naruto fandom. Damn it...sorry if got too emotional there, I just wanted to let my thoughts out of here and I want things to go back to the way they used to be for us Jin Kazama fans.

I'm at the point where I seriously believe they're not gonna retcon Jin's actions in Tek8 and they seriously are just going with the "I'm sowwy I'm good now tho fr fr :3 :3" bit. Which... YEAH, while I'm still glad that Jin is returning to his old characterization, I do find it extremely difficult to fully enjoy it when they're still treating Tekken 6 as completely canon. Just because if it's not gonna be retconned, there's just no real explanation why Jin would suddenly turn into the cruelest motherfucker in Tek6, only for him to... revert back to his caring self in Tekken 8???? Like it's so inconsistent, and VERY bad inconsistent. Especially when all the characters (HIS VICTIMS!!! SUCH AS LARS AND ALISA!!) are being so supportive of him. Which some ppl would try to say "oh, well it's either be nice to the war criminal or get killed by Kazuya!" And it's like... ok. True. But there is a difference between being nice to somebody you need, versus telling them how proud you are of them, being straight up buddies, y'know? Lars and Jin literally have a reference to Ken and Ryu lmao.

And I will just NEVER understand why they don't retcon 6. It's so bizarre. No, I don't think everything should just be retconned but like. If you're gonna retcon things that weren't even problems to begin with (as you said, Jinpachi having the devil gene) then why can't they retcon something that most people DID have a problem with? Something that REALLY IS an inconsistency with the plot? Brainwashing is an easy excuse because it happens so often in fighting games. If Azazel can telepathically speak to Jin, then who's to say he couldn't do anything else to Jin's head? They can also use that as to why Jin was wildly inconsistent in 6 itself. (Going from insulting Alisa while she died, to claiming he's doing everything for the better good. You can say he wasn't in his right mind because he was literally brainwashed, but trying to break free from it - which he successfully did right before defeating Azazel.) I've said this several times now, but even if it was retconned that Jin was brainwashed - you can still have the whole "guilt" plot with him. Because yeah... even if somebody wasn't in control of their actions, they might still feel guilty if somebody used their body to carry out atrocities. Or like I often state in my depiction, Jin also feels guilty for his weakness, for not being able to fight off Devil and keep control.

It DRIVES me wild too. Like people talk about how Kazuya is being villainized just to prop Heihachi up, but for some reason not as many people bring up how Jin is also a victim of this. Both Kazuya and Jin, who were literally abused by Heihachi as innocent minors, are being depicted as The Worst People. Yeah, Kazuya's a pretty scummy guy despite what he went through... but to act like he's worse than Heihachi by retconning Heihachi to look better all while making both Jin and Kazuya worse is just wild. What made me really, REALLY mad is when Harada noticed that fans were still INSISTING that Jin's a hero, and he had to actually say "UHM ACTUALLY JIN STARTED WARS JIN STILL MORALLY GRAY CUZ OF THAT" but then he had THE GALL to say that Heihachi just "looks like an evil character"

OKAY, so JIN IS EVIL, OR AT LEAST, QUESTIONABLE BUT HEIHACHI IS NOT EVIL. Because... he's honest with himself???? He sure as fuck wasn't honest with nobody else! HE LIED TO HIS GRANDSON FOR 4 YEARS AND THEN KILLED HIM ONCE HIS GRANDSON WAS OF NO USE TO HIM. This really just shows how Harada views the characters based on his favoritism. (Even if he claims that Jin is his second favorite. Sure.)

Even though I like Lars, I'm gonna be honest - like most things in Tek6, I don't really fully understand the point of his character (in that game). Jin was already supposed to be the "good Mishima" - that was the whole point. So... why make Jin actually Bad, only to introduce... another Mishima that's the "good Mishima"????? Why not... just keep Jin the way he is lol. My brother said the point was that Lars was supposed to go evil, too, because Heihachi said some stupid shit about Mishimas all betraying each other and being bad to him in 6. But I'm really not sure if that was their intention or not. Like if they were really gonna go with the "All Mishima Bad" story, then why not have the main character be somebody totally unrelated? And idc what anyone tries to say bc Harada lied about it, Jin was never intended to be a bad guy, he was just a tragic hero - that's it.

And REINA... my god, Reina. Like yeah, she looks cool - I understand the hype. My biggest problem with her (originally) was her connection with Heihachi. I didn't care for another Surprise! Mishima family member. But My God, it really does feel at times that... Jin and Kazuya are being overshadowed because of the Reina hype. It actually had some fans asking if she's gonna be the true main character. Which I find it very disappointing that the long awaited Jin vs Kazuya fight, as well as Jun's first appearance in a main game after 27 years is being overshadowed by a new Heihachi kid OC ffs. I mean, when the game was first announced - they were hyping up Jun. But then after Reina was discovered... it just seemed like Reina Reina Reina lol.

FANS DRIVE ME WILD TOO OMGGG. Like fans will ALWAYS refer to Jin as a Forever The Worst Character Ever because of Tekken 6. Which is really bizarre, because they can acknowledge when they believe Kazuya is being written worse just to make Characters Look Better, yet... they can't acknowledge that Jin suffered from Character Assassination in Tekken 6 and how it was literally the only game where he behaved like that. Yes, in 7 - his depiction wasn't great, either. But it was still an improvement from 6. And in 3, 4, 5, and 8 - Jin's character is still mostly consistent. He's a quiet man who wants to help save the world despite the circumstances he's placed. He's a caring person. Yet BECAUSE OF 6... now he's forever seen as a horrible edgelord who's a hypocrite. 🙄 Honestly, I think a retcon is the only way to salvage fans' perception of Jin, and even then... I still think 6 will forever be a stain on Jin's character. Which I'll never forgive it for that.

As for fanfiction... there's a reason why i don't really read fanfics and I'm glad I don't lol. Yes, I know there are good ones... but there are just sooo many bad ones and I just don't really care to read 'em to see if I'd like 'em or not. But when going through live journal for Classic Fandom Posts just to see people's thoughts on Jin back in the day, I did find this post...

and it did make me think there must be a lot of those fics floating around at the time. You've only confirmed that, unfortunately.

I wish things would go back to the way it was, too. (Even if I can't remember what that was like LOL) Because God, I'd LOVE to be able to love this character and go through his tags without seeing a barrage of hate and why the character should die. I'd LOVE to be able to even BRING UP how much I love the character in public spaces without people saying "BUT HE STARTED A WORLD WAR!!111!1 HE'S HORRIBLE AND DESERVES NO GOOD THINGS!11!!" It just gets so exhausting and I understand why it'll upset you. Obvs, it upsets me a lot too, hence why I often go on my own rants. But I think the best thing for you to do is... rather than just completely staying away from the fandom, it's probs best to create your own little space. Like me for example, I've basically stopped interacting with those on Reddit and even on the majority of Tumblr. But since this is a Jin focused blog only, luckily other like-minded Jin fans find my blog, and we can all enjoy the character and understand what he is and isn't without others trying to hate on him. While I don't have fun on other websites, I can at least have fun with the character here and that makes me super happy.

#✏️ - ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ // (ooc) #✏️ - ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ? // (inbox) #rape #long post

[robynmizore]

Redemption Special Chapter:

A Hoshidan Birthday

“Hey, Takumi.. when’s your birthday?” Robyn asked suddenly. 

They were sitting next to each other, books in laps in front of the roaring fireplace in Robyn’s room, absorbed in reading. It was nearly the end of the year now, Alfonse’s coronation ball rapidly approaching. Surprisingly, she remembered her own birthday was soon, and while she’d seen the other heroes celebrate birthdays, she’d yet to see the prince even mention his. For some reason, the question prompted a faint blush on the prince’s cheeks. 

“..My birthday? Why are you asking about that?”

”Because I want to celebrate with you, silly!”

”Ah.. is that so?” He glanced away, seeming self conscious. “Well.. when’s yours?” 

“I asked you first!”

”Fine.. let’s both say it on three.” Takumi chuckled. “Three.. two.. one!”

”December 14th!” they both said at the same time. 

“What?! We have the same birthday?!” Takumi exclaimed. 

It would seem they had even more in common than they thought..

”B-but that would mean both our birthdays are..”

”..Tomorrow.” Takumi finished. 

Both stared at each other, faces flushed, eyes wide until at last, Takumi spoke up first. 

“I uh.. I have to go.. d-do something. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

He shot out of the room at the speed of an arrow, and a soft blush covered the Summoner’s cheeks. 

..He’s totally planning something for me.. isn’t he? she thought as affection bubbled in her chest. 

Takumi paced the halls of the Askrian castle restlessly, mumbling to himself. 

“I can’t believe Robyn and I have the same birthday. Hm.. what to get her..” he mused. 

While he wanted to run out to the markets and buy the most beautiful thing he could find, the prince found he was rather indecisive. He was determined to find the courage to confess soon, but their shared birthday wasn’t the time to do so. If he got her something too extravagant, it may raise some questions he wasn’t yet ready to answer. 

“..But its still our first one together, so it’ll still need to be special.”

Takumi was so distracted, he didn’t notice the footsteps stealthily approaching him until the the familiar voice hissed eerily in his ear.

”..Special you say? I know juuuust what you need..” 

Stifling a groan, Takumi turned to face Niles, who was wearing his infamous smirk. 

“Whatever gross idea you have, I’m not interested.” he growled. 

“Aw.. it isn’t gross! Quite the opposite actually!” the thief circled him, Takumi’s eyes narrowing in suspicion.

”You want your precious little Summoner to have the best gift ever, right? Lucky for you, I happen to know exactly what she wants.”

I’m not falling for that!

But then again.. Niles was well aware of his feelings, and was known to be quite observant. Maybe he did actually know what the Summoner wanted. It couldn’t hurt to play along for a little bit.. right?

”F-fine! But don’t try anything funny!”

I’m only doing this for Robyn!

”Wouldn’t dream of it. Okay first, take this long red ribbon and tie it around yourself.”

”Um.. okay.”

Takumi caught the red ribbon with a frown, then slowly tied it around himself. 

“Okay, now repeat after me: Happy birthday! I’m your present!” Niles instructed with a pleasant smile. 

“H-happy birthday, I’m your present- WAIT WHAT?!”

Takumi froze, blushing profusely as the realization of what he just uttered hit him.

”Pft- HAHAHAHA! That’s perfect!” Niles cackled. 

“D-damn it, Niles! I’m going to kill you!” Takumi seethed, his blood boiling with rage and humiliation. 

“Ha, you can kill me after you get out of that ribbon!” the thief taunted. “Have fuuuun~”

”GET BACK HERE!!!” Takumi shouted, but Niles had already retreated down the halls, and when Takumi tried to pursue him, the prince found himself still tangled up in the ribbon. 

“Gods, this is embarrassing. I just hope Robyn doesn’t see me like this..” he muttered. 

“T-Takumi?”

Gods why?! the Hoshidan groaned inwardly as the familiar voice called his name and turned, only to be greeted with the sight of the Summoner wrapped up in a red ribbon, being nudged forward by Gaius and Caledori. 

“Go on, say it!” Caledori encouraged. 

What in the..?!

The Summoner lowered her head sheepishly and mumbled 

“H-happy birthday.. I-I’m your present..”

“YES!!!” Caledori and Gaius whooped, high-fiving.

”Nailed it!”

Gaius’s cheer was cut short by the look of absolute murder that was also known as Takumi’s death glare. 

“You’re both dead..” he deadpanned, and with a quick “oops!”, they took off down the hall.

Rolling his eyes, the prince made his way over to the poor Summoner, who still wouldn’t lift her head to look at him, and he didn’t even need to see her face to know how flustered she was.

”They got you too, didn’t they?” he sighed. “Here, let me help.”

Together, they managed to untangled the ribbons until they both lay on a heap on the ground. 

“Thanks..” Robyn mumbled, then sighed. “..We’re getting them back for that later, right?”

“Oh yeah.”

They parted ways soon after with a promise to meet up in the evening. There was an unspoken agreement that they’d be going to prepare gifts for each other. Robyn hurried to the kitchen, the wheels in her head turning. Her happiest memories were snuggled up by the fireplace with Takumi, especially after a hard night.

I want to make him something that reminds us both of that. Something that’ll show him just how special he is to me.

Takumi wove his way through the market, a huge grin on his face. The small box in his pouch filled him with a sense of warmth. The prince was never really considered warm, and when the topic of gifts came up, he always drew a blank. But the second he laid eyes on it, he knew he had to get it for her. The prince’s pace quickened, his heart fluttering as he made haste back to the castle. 

I’ve never felt this excited for birthdays in the past. Is it because of Robyn?

Robyn carried the box carefully atop a folded blanket, a serene smile on her lips as she headed towards the garden. That was the place where he’d seen her face for the first time, and where’d they’d shared a deeply vulnerable moment. There they would be undisturbed, or so she thought when her eyes spotted a figure sitting up ahead on a candlelit blanket. 

Wait that’s-

“..Takumi?” 

The prince looked up with a start, a small flush overtaking his cheeks when they landed on her. 

“R-Robyn?! Why are you here?!”

”I.. I was setting up something for us here..” the Summoner mumbled, a bit lost for words. 

Takumi stared at her incredulously for a moment, then burst out laughing. 

“Wh-what’s so funny?”

Now it was her then to blush until he finally stopped laughing with a small shake of his head. 

“We’re so alike, we could be twins!” he chuckled. 

Without thinking, Robyn let down her hood and replied 

“Good thing we’re not, because then I couldn’t-“

The words froze on her lips as realization flooded over her, turning her face crimson. 

“..Couldn’t what?” Takumi inquired with a frown as he observed her sudden change in demeanor. 

“Oh.. it’s nothing.” the Summoner replied as she settled on to the candlelit blanket. 

I can’t believe I just almost admitted my feelings so casually!

The prince was still staring at her, intrigued, his head tilted slightly, hazel eyes missing nothing. Thinking quickly, Robyn held out the box to him.

”I um.. I made you a gift? You.. you can open it now if you want..”

”You made me something?”

While he looked a little flustered, there was no denying the way his face lit up, chasing away her embarrassment. Robyn noticed how careful he was as he took the box delicately from her, opening it with great care. Takumi froze at the sight that greeted him, his mouth opening and closing several times. Tears welled in his eyes. 

“Robyn I.. I don’t know what to say..” Takumi whispered, reaching up to hastily dry them. “This is probably the most thoughtful gift anyone has given me..”

Inside the box was an assortment of handmade mochi in all various flavors. But that wasn’t what had brought the tears to his eyes. Robyn had spent a fair amount of time shaping then into the shape of Takumi’s late mother’s headpiece. And seeing the Hoshidan’s response to her efforts made all the work worth it. 

“I know she can’t be here with you today physically, so I thought by making these, you could still feel like she’s here celebrating with us. In her own way.”

Takumi let out a quiet sob, then embraced her tightly. 

“T-thank you. I won’t ever forget this..”

Robyn returned the hug, his scent wreathing around her as his silver hair brushed her cheek.

”I have something for you.” Takumi said, finally pulling back as he gave her a look so warm, it filled her whole body. 

“Oh?”

The prince placed two small round green balls in cups. 

“Just watch.” 

Mystified, Robyn watched as Takumi poured steaming water over them. Her confusion turned to absolute wonder as balls began to slowly unfurl until they formed..

”..A white azalea flower!” Robyn gasped as the flower settled on the bottom of the cup, and the scent of genmaicha hit her nose. “And it’s also my favorite tea?! Takumi, you’re amazing!”

”I’m.. glad you like it.” Takumi replied, smiling as her, a blush on his cheeks from her praise. 

They shared the mochi and tea together in an amicable silence.

”This is more than I could have asked for..” she breathed, soaking in the atmosphere. “..Happy birthday, Takumi.”

”I feel the same.. Happy birthday, Robyn.”

Later that night, Takumi headed for Caledori’s room, his heart fluttering nervously in his chest, and he kept checking over his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t being followed, then knocked on her door. The redhead answered immediately, like she’d been expecting him. 

“There you are! Ready for your lesson?”

”Yes.” Takumi replied determinedly, letting her usher him inside and they closed the door. 

Back in her own room, Robyn traced the glowing white flowers that adorned the silver fabric, her eyes softening as pleasant smile made its way to her lips.

It would appear they both had something special planned for the ball…

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