#went a bit messy for this one lol i didn’t even do lines it’s just a cleaned up/slightly painted over sketch

[cookiesupplier]

Watermelon (nsfw)

pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

summary: Thanks to tiktok trends y/n has an idea she needs Noah to help her with, but then Noah gets his own idea he just can't resist.

cw: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut, Oral Sex.

author’s note: I started this before I was supposed to move, but thanks to the recent photos of Noah and this thighs adding to the idea for the ending of reader asking about him and a melon lol, it was just begging to be finished NOW...

~~ Holy hell, she knew she wanted to do this the moment she saw the tiktok videos started to surface.. Okay, no, that wasn’t quite true. At first she’d thought it was ridiculous watching those videos. Seeing those women with those watermelons clenched between their thighs, squeezing them.. And half of them were pathetic little stick women. They were nothing. But then, then she’d started thinking about the fact that she could do that, well, probably could, in her sleep.

Maybe.

Well.

She thought she might be able to. Y/N could try anyway. She really wanted to try. Of course, this was only going to be a one time deal, even if she might need more than one shot to actually get it done, there was no way she was going to try to go at this more than one session, no way. Y/N was not going to risk screwing up and not getting the shot that she wanted. It was all, or nothing. That was where Noah came in. Needless to say, he’d been a bit surprised with the request she’d had of him. Maybe more than a bit really. Not only about what she wanted to do, but how she wanted him involved. The two of them have been best friends almost as long as he had known Nicholas, she’d met him shortly after him, hell, she’d met him through Nicholas at school actually. The boys were always great fun to hang out with. She wouldn’t want anyone else. In the years gone by she’d watched those two go from dorky idiots that made music in the garage, and rocket up to stardom, and she couldn’t be happier for them both, for all of them actually. As close as she were to Noah and Nicholas, she’d happily fallen in with Jolly and Folio as well when they’d come into the band, not to mention every other member of the crew. Sometimes y/n felt out of place, considering she didn’t actually do anything to make the band better in one way or another. But that didn’t matter, they were her friends, and she’d always be her friend’s, she’d always be there to cheer them on. This, however, was something completely off the wall. For all the things that Noah thought would test their friendship, he’d had thought it would be the fact that he was away for months of the year. How much he missed the nights cuddled up on the couch watching movies, laughing over a few drinks, snacks, hanging outs. All the time he would lay awake wondering when the moment would come that she’d have enough and wash her hands of them, of him. He couldn’t imagine his life without her as one of his closest friends. When she’d asked him for a favour, he’d agreed without even asking what it was, and then she’d told him, and he’d been shocked, but he hadn’t taken it back. So here he was, watching her lay out the tarp on the floor. The tarp was well, this was possibly going to get messy. He watched as he sat on the tarp with the watermelons, y/n’d lined up a few, and he just was thinking about what she was about to try. He’d always looked at her, while yes, she was one of his best friends, but seeing those thick thighs of hers, did something to him… Now, watching her, seeing her sit on the floor as he held the camera, starting to film just as she wanted him to as she moved the watermelon between her thighs. The muscles of her legs tensed as she started the squeeze at the fruit, and immediately his mouth went completely dry. FUCK Hearing her groan as she shifted the melon to try again. Y/N had to take a few tries to make it work, and each time her thighs clamped around that watermelon Noah swallowed slightly. His throat bobbed as he struggled with how dry his mouth had become. He had always been body positive about your size, he knew how self conscious you were about being thicker than a lot of girls, especially your thighs, never in his life did he think he would consider it as anything more than friendly support. Just like you supported him being healthy with his working out, and bulking up. Yet he stood there filming her as she grinned at him victoriously as she crushed that watermelon between those gorgeous thick thighs, and fuck he wanted to be between those thighs. Hell, crushed like that melon even. Looking up from the viewfinder of the video camera in his hands he looked to y/n, Noah’s eyes darkening.

“Did you get that?”

Y/N asked carefully, Noah’s dark brown eyes were watching her, intensely, and she couldn’t help but squirm, it was making her nervous under his gaze.

“Yea, oh yea.”

Ending the video, Noah swallowed, only tearing his eyes off of her to set it down on the desk. Now was the time to clean up all the mess that had been made, that was why the tarp had been laid down to make it easier.

While y/n was doing that Noah tried to calm down, tried to rationalise that, that what he was feeling didn’t matter, that they were friends, they were friends. Fuck that, they’d been friends for so long, but had he were they really just friends if he wanted to eat her out and let her suffocate him with those thick gorgeous thighs of hers?

No. The answer was no.

So while he could he was splashing water on his face from the guest bathroom.. He was in the guest bathroom because it didn’t have the shower you needed to clean up after being covered in all the watermelon mess. The shower that was running in his ensuite right now, his shower, not that it was even the first time that she was in his shower..

Shit shit shit.. Thinking about her in his shower was not helping his hard-on right now. Looking to himself in the mirror as the cold water dripped down his flushed cheeks, a few deep breaths he closed his eyes, trying and failing not to picture you in his shower and palming his cock through his jeans, fuck.

Making his way back to his room just as she was coming out of her bathroom, dressed in a fitted tank top that practically showcased her ample breasts, and then it seems she pilfered a pair of Noah’s Omens Varsity Shorts for those beautiful thighs. Fuck, he wanted his hands on them. He wanted to be between them and not just his pants to be on her.

“Y/N, so, I ah, I had a thought.”

Taking in a deep breath as he looked to her, she looked up to him, Noah always had towered over her, making her feel small even when she knew she was anything but small. That wasn’t what made her nervous though, she was used to that, it was the way he was looking at her, that fierce look in his eyes, the kind of look he got when he was fixated on a song, and it made her wonder what was going through that head of his.

“Let me guess, favour for favour, huh? Okay, what was this going to cost me?”

She assumed that getting him to film her meant that whatever he was about to say was something he wanted from her in return..

“Oh no, that's not what this is, Princess, hear me out,”

Her stomach twisted when he called her that, it wasn’t the first time, it started with him teasing her and then it just became a nickname that he used whenever he was just playing around with her, between the two of you.

“No cost, no favours..”

Stepping towards her,

“You trust me, Princess, don’t you?”

Smirking as he stopped in front of her, and she stood as tall as she good, looking to him a little warily at that look in his eyes, she’d say it was almost hungry,

“I- of course, always Noah. bu-”

He didn’t let her continue when, one moment she was trying to figure out that intent look in those dark eyes and the next he was grasping her thighs with those large hands and literally picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. Noah couldn’t help himself, kissing Y/N like she was the very air that he needed to breathe. She gasped against his mouth, shocked and yet, it would be a bold faced lie to say she’d never thought about this man like this.

She’d had a crush on Noah forever, but he was one of her best friends, her best friend that she never wanted to even consider risk losing, and here he was, kissing her like he wanted to fucking devour her. Not to mention, here she was, kissing him back, and yes, she really did want to devour him she decided, because how could she not? She was so distracted kissing him that she didn’t realise that he was carrying her into his bedroom until he was dropping her down onto his bed, hands gripping her thighs as he panted against her mouth.

“Don’t you dare hold back Princess.”

Before she knew it, he was tugging the shorts and her panties from her body, she wasn’t sure but she might have heard a pull of the lace seams of her underwear, they were not her best ones. Wearing her good panties today would have been ridiculous considering what they’d been doing,

“Oh my Go-”

A moan was ripped from her cutting off her words when Noah delved between her legs, he’d parted her inner thighs with his hands, settling between her on his chest and brought his mouth right to her pussy. He was a man on a mission, and his grin wry and wicked as he pulled back only to remark,

“Noah is fine, but that works.”

Kneading at those glorious thick thighs he couldn’t stop touching, bringing his tongue to her clit as he pulled y/n’s thighs over his shoulders and sucked.

Y/N couldn’t help but roll her hips against his face as she felt his fingers push inside of her while he sucked on her clit, it was all she could do not to tense, her thighs starting to shake as she moaned. Her fingers were tangled in his hair as her body arched from the bed when he curled those sinfully long fingers inside of her until she was clenching down as he scraped his teeth against her clit when her orgasm hit.

“N-Noah?”

He wasn’t stopping though, pumping his fingers into her again, twisting them slightly as he sucked at her clit harder, his eyes flickering up to her as her fingers pulled at her hair as she groaned, sensitive now after she’d just cummed. Whimpering as she looked down to him, the sight of him between her legs,

“Come on, Princess, you can give me more than that, I know you can. You killed that melon, don’t hold back…”

She’d fucking squeezed the life out of that thing, she’d couldn’t do that, to.. He wanted her to.. Looking down to him.. She smirked,

“You want me to do this, it's happening one way and one way only. On your back.”

Climbing off of him. She literally pushed him onto his back on the bed, and almost as if a light went off in his head he was more than eager to comply, the fact that she seemed to be on board with what he wanted, he wasn’t going to say no. Her legs were still shaky from her first orgasm.. Was she really going to do this?

Yes, yes she was.

She was climbing over him first over his chest, and then over his shoulders until she was kneeling over his face, and his hands were hooked over her thighs. When she looked down to him, her hair falling around her face, hesitating, he grinned up to her from between her legs,

“Just sit on my face, Princess, you’ve got this.”

Pressing down, his tongue delved up into her and fuck if this wasn’t even better as her hips rocked against his face. She had more control, riding his mouth, lips, tongue, for all they were worth. Noah’s hands were practically holding her thighs down to keep her on him too, kneading and massaging those gorgeous muscles and she moaned at the feeling of every little thing he was going to her all over..

She didn’t come just once more, but twice, and but after the third orgasm of the day she was almost sobbing, she’d never cum that many times in a row without a break, and there were tears in her eyes as he laid her back on the bed.. Noah leaned over her pressing kisses to her face, completely ignoring the fact his pants were a sticky mess and he was dying to rub one out just from the sight of her cuming on his tongue.

Imagine her cumming on his cock.

“Hey Noah,”

“Yea, Princess?”

“Have you ever tried crushing a watermelon with your thighs?”

Her grin wicked as she looked up at him.

Shit.

#bad omens #noah sebastian #fanfiction #bad omens cult #bad omens band #bad omens fanfiction #smut #noah sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian x reader

[minkkumaz]

hi omg your riwoo fic... TEARS WERE SHED... if you're open to requests can i request an angst sungho fic (with fluffy ending though) HSJSHSH thank u

TALK TO THE WALL

fighting with sungho was tiring, and it's not something you normally do. when things get a little hard to handle, maybe you just need to step out and see what happens in the morning.

PAIRING park sungho x fem!reader WC 0.6k TAGS established relationship. angst. fluff. fighting. yelling. making up. OMI NOTE omg hi anonn i hope this was good for you. whenever i think of angst with happy ending i always think of couples fighting LOL

maybe you understood the true meaning of eternity, as you had been arguing with sungho for the past hour or two. it didn’t end, and his words continued to cut you deep, leaving a gash of things he didn’t know could come out of his mouth.

it was silly really, couldn’t you understand that he was busy? so why did it feel like he was ignoring you on purpose? you wondered if the spark between the two of you finally became dull like a burnt out match. 

the louder he got, the quieter he became. to be honest, you had stopped listening. 

“why can’t you just listen to me, y/n! i’m tired, i can’t deal with this right now.” he shouted at your shaky figure.

“i didn’t ask you to deal with shit, sungho! i haven’t seen you in so fucking long is it so wrong to ask for some time with you?” you cry out.

“i just can’t keep dedicating my world to you y/n, i need time for myself too.” 

“but it’s been months. when was the last time we went on a date? when was the last time we cuddled? fuck i even forgot what it felt like to kiss you. don’t you understand how frustrating that is?” 

“god this is so stupid. you were never this clingy what the hell happened?” he groaned, running a hand through his sleek black hair, still a bit messy from his long day.

“oh, so now i’m clingy? is that what i get for missing my stupid boyfriend?” you choke out, wiping tears with your already wet sleeve.

“don’t make me feel like the bad guy, y/n.”

“i’m not trying to make you feel anything except for maybe a little sympathy for how i’m feeling.” you bit the flesh inside your cheek.

“you just don’t get it, do you?” he scoffed.

“talk to a fucking wall, sungho.” you storm off into your shared room, making sure to lock the door behind you. anything he said to you while you turned away from him didn’t settle in your head. 

more tears fell down your flushed cheeks as you snuck into the covers, muffling your sobs with the white sheet. things weren’t always like this, in fact, they were never like this. you didn’t want to imagine your everyday life without seeing his handsome face. 

sleep came easy as you felt numb. no knock on the door, no sign of life outside of your bedroom. you wondered if he left you and you’d come out to an empty apartment. 

the next morning you woke up with a raging headache, and the light from your blinds illuminating your post cry glow. sungho’s smell already began to disappear from the pillows after one night, this stung your heart a little.

rubbing your puffy eyes, you slowly got up from your bed and trudged to the door. there was something blocking light on the otherside, but you were surprised to see sungho fall backwards upon opening. he shot awake, looking around before meeting you.

“baby why are you sleeping at the door? don’t you have practice?” you muttered.

“i told jaehyun i wouldn’t make it today. we’re not supposed to go to bed angry, my love. i didn’t want to leave you alone..”

“so we can continue our argument? no thanks.” you tried to push his body out of the doorframe but he wouldn’t move, instead standing to meet you.

“i don’t like it when we argue, y/n. i was out of line and should’ve took a second to consider things from your perspective.” he takes his hands up to your swollen face, frowning as you furrow your eyebrows.

“i just missed you, a lot.”

“you deserve so much, and i’m sorry i haven’t been able to give that to you recently. let me make it up to you today, pretty.” he kisses your forehead before pulling you into a hug.  “love you, sung. please let’s talk and not yell next time.” you sigh at the familiar scent embracing you once again.

“never in a million years would i yell at you again.”

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[fryingpan1234567]

It started as a joke. It is no longer a joke.

Listen I’ve shipped Malconnor for a while now right and we know this

And then the other day I mentioned I suddenly thought Jake Mason and Malcolm Pace would be cute just because they’re both canon queer ig but I can see it

Anyways the struggle. This is not okay

Because I have to pick one right?? Like I feel like I’m a multi shipper for the most part but for some reason I can’T DO BOTH BUT I CAN’T PICK JUST ONE EITHER

I’m just gonna leave these headcanons here and continue to sob over my predicament.

We’re doing the engineering bfs this time (yeah I made the ship that’s the ship name now fight me) ((unless you got a better one then you can @ me lol))

So Jake and Malcolm right

They weren’t that close before— they knew each other existed, obviously, but they weren’t besties or anything— and then Jake, to put it lightly, was fried

At the time, because there weren’t many people at camp, Malcolm went to hang out with him in the infirmary and keep him company

✨They got closer✨

To pass the time, they worked on different plans to try and catch Festus— what better duo to plan a trap for a massive lethal dragon than a Hephaestus kid and an Athena kid?

At some point Will walks in to see the two of them laying shoulder-to-shoulder on the bed, Malcolm holding up a blueprint for something that looked like a trapfall net for them both to see, heads inches apart as they chatted quietly about the logistics

By the end of that summer, when the Seven (mostly) successfully return, Jake is up and moving again

He’s devastated to take back the title of counselor after Leo lost it, but Malcolm is there to help him out

Neither of them knows when it happens. At some point, the line between friends and something more blurs completely and they cross over it.

It is not uncommon to see them in the forge together, Mal sitting on a work table and reading or something while Jake works on a project

When I tell you these nerds are SO GOOD at paper airplanes

They’ll write little messages and messy hearts on a scrap piece of paper, fold it up, and throw it at each other when they’re not looking

The first time, it’s at dinner

Camp Jupiter was still there, so things were packed

Jake was eating with the other Hephaestus and Vulcan kids, laughing and chatting like any other meal

Something softly hit his cheek, narrowly missing his eyeball

He barely caught it before it landed on his plate

There’s a little heart doodled in the corner of one of the wings in red pen. It’s beautifully folded, crisp and precise edges. He looked to the direction it came from— Malcolm was sitting at the next table over, watching Jake for his reaction with his chin in his hand

Jake smiled faintly, turning to carefully unfold it. There’s one short sentence written there, in red, in very familiar and neat handwriting.

There’s food on your shirt.

Jake laughed out loud, not even bothering to check. He didn’t care if that was true or not, it was cute that Malcolm had to go out of the way to write that, wait for it to dry, fold it up, and then throw it carefully enough that it wouldn’t hit any of Jake’s siblings

When he looked back over, Malcolm was laughing too.

The next time it happened, Malcolm’s reading on his bunk, leaning backwards against an open windowsill

A paper airplane poked him in the back of the head

He twisted around to see what it was, obviously, and he saw the little plane lying in the grass a few feet below

He nearly climbed out the window to reach it, but he was able to grab it and pulled it back into his bunk

It was made of graph paper. Folded lines had been drawn on beforehand, which was impressively planned. Malcolm recognized the neon orange of the scribbly heart in the corner of the wing from the highlighter Jake had eagerly picked out from the city last time they’d gone

The plane’s lines were neatly creased, but Malcolm was able to unfold it easily. The message was a little bit longer than the one Malcolm had written to Jake a few days ago

Your concentration face is cute. Must be a fascinating book. And then, in the bottom corner, —J

The handwriting was a bit messy and unmistakably Jake’s, Malcom would know it anywhere. He twisted around to check the common area again, but his boyfriend was nowhere in sight

He clambered across the bed to his desk, pulling out a fresh piece of paper and his favorite red pen. He clicked it open and began to write:

Oh, are we using initials to sign these now? Let’s go then, J. Let’s live our own book plot.

PS— this book is not in fact fascinating, it’s trig. Summer courses never cease to be an absolute drag.

—M.

He nailed Jake in the chest with it a few hours later at dinner

They never stopped doing it

Whenever someone asks what their love language is, they look at each other and half smile and say “Origami.”

Some days, Jake’s scars make his body temperature weird, and it’s too hot to cuddle. He’ll apologize endlessly, but Malcolm will laugh and peck him on the forehead and move over until just their fingertips are brushing

They’re equally smart and equally ADHD, so they can keep up with any kind of conversation, whether it be about an engineering class or debating the emotions of inanimate objects

They’re both insomniacs as well. They will go to the city for ice cream at four in the fucking morning

Now listen… just because Jake is smart doesn’t mean he’s not a dumbass

This is the man who thought marching into a dark forest by himself to face a massive insane mechanic fire-breathing magic dragon would be a good idea (and then got his ass kicked)

High int low wis

Malcolm is high int high wis but only sometimes, because sometimes he’s neither

There are several videos on Jake’s phone of Malcolm walking while reading and running into things

It’s weird and oddly specific but they make really good pizza

Like together

Malcolm is naturally good with cooking because of his mom’s influence on oil, which is like 90% of food in America

And the Hephaestus kids built a brick pizza oven in the back corner of the forge however many years ago and they’re really the only ones who know about it, so the two of them will sometimes skip dinner to make food and eat alone in the forge together

Jake gets heat exhaustion really easily, so Malcolm always has a water bottle with electrolytes and extra vitamins on him

Anyways that’s all I got for now GET ON THE WAGON PEOPLE ENGINEERING BFS ARE HERE

#engineering bfs #riordanverse #jake mason #malcolm pace

[scover-va]

I love your fnaf stuff so much! And I'm very sorry if you've already covered most of this, but like- any more details on Michael post-scooping? Idc whether that be how to fits in publicly (if even possibly lol), relationships he builds, his mentality, or just important events you planned for him after the scooping! Idc if it's even an AU you have, I just love how you write Michael and would love to hear more of anything! :)

cracks my fucking knuckles oh BABEY ok this is going under a read more because i know damn well this is gonna be multiple paragraphs long. Ty anon, michael afton is my favourite topic ever

Okay so, something important to note here is that even if I choose to ignore all of Dittophobia, my au still does have Sister Location occurring after FNAF 1 - Specifically late December, so like. A month after fnaf 1. It ALSO coincides with the fnaf 3 minigames that lead up to William's death. That's a longass discussion all in itself tho so I'll probably make a follow up post on that if requested

But! Post-Scoop Mike! During the time period of Ennard inhabiting his body he was essentially unconscious for the entire ordeal. Like. Yknow how majority of the ghosts are kinda lacking some level of awareness while in the suits? Yeah. Michael doesn't really remember it, but he still remembers the time passing, so it's not just. Like. Dying on the scooping room floor, then BAM! Alive on the sidewalk. It's sorta like. Yknow those movie/show/game cutscenes where everything's vague and blurry and slow-motion and the audio is funky. Like that

When he DID get his body back, for a few minutes it was sorta like. He was back to full awareness. Noticed he could see things, and that his limbs felt heavy, and that he could hear a mix of ringing and the "You won't die" line and flies buzzing around him. The sunlight felt too bright. You know when you take one of those naps that severely fucks you up, and because of that you wake up half-numb, dizzy, and disoriented? Now imagine that but a million times worse. He's in pain everywhere, his senses are readjusting, he knows he shouldn't be able to see or hear or speak but he can do those things anyway. And he can tell that despite it being a bright, sunny day, no one's coming to his aid. So he forces himself up and painfully stumbles home.

Now, well my timeline of events between SL and 3 is a bit vague, I do have the important stuff down. He gets home, and despite not having been allowed to contact his mom since late '86 (this is important and relevant guys i prommy) and having been told she was dead, he called her anyway. Long story short, one phone call later and also lots of general, messy emotional stuff, Michael. Left the state of Utah as a whole and went and lived with his mom over in California. Because of the whole being dead thing, he did kinda unfortunately sever ties with Jeremy and Henry (aka the only two living people left he even spoke to, besides William but he's a week dead by now), but like. He wasn't really sure how he could approach those situations. A guy who's lost a bunch of cognitive and motor abilities, and a man who fell into a deep depression after his daughter's death. Michael kinda saw telling them as like. I dont really have the word for it, but he saw abandonment as the better option. Figured it'd hurt them less

When it came to fitting into public, it was essentially the same as how he blends in during fnaf 6, just with MUCH darker clothes. He likely did hide away for a while, refusing to go outside, but started slowly readjusting. He didn’t make any bonds while there (unless his mom’s adoptive parents count), mostly keeping to himself. He worked, but it was always nightshift jobs where no one else would be around.

Luckily, his hygiene has gotten MUCH better! Due to being a rotten corpse, he tends to start smelling bad and being a general safety hazard rather quickly, so typically he’ll do a thorough shower in the morning, and then another quick shower at night, just to be safe. And also he wears perfume, to avoid a smell building up. Just to be safe.

About 10 years (ish. I picked a general number so I didn’t have to pinpoint exact timing) into his 30 year disappearance, his mom does unfortunately pass. Lung cancer, turns out smoking a shit ton out of grief is a bad idea. Better than the murders, probably. It was very much so a rough time for Mike, given being in and out of a hospital (bad memories from Evan’s death and Jeremy’s near-death kept him in a constant state of anxiety during this time, not to mention those events already made him plenty anxious, paranoid, and overall jumpy when in hospitals) and then the eventual death. That’s when his goal to hunt down his dad kinda went into full swing. Because, well, that last sorta tether just snapped, so now he’s far more goal oriented.

It was probably full of him following small leads. Contacting some distant relatives of his, contacting his father’s old business partners - he kinda tried to procrastinate going back to Utah (specifically Hurricane) for as long as possible. But then news about Fazbear Frights came around, and the return kiiiinda became inevitable. Because unfortunately, it was a damn good lead. Also, once again, Michael remains friendless in this time. Outside of any possible employers or the people he contacted, he hasn’t actually properly, freely spoken to anyone since his mom or grandparents. And he kinda cut ties with his grandparents out of guilt after his mom passed.

And Fazbear Frights is. Interesting! Because as he’s used to, he has to go in to meet his employer! But what he’s not used to is seeing his estranged kinda-cousin-kinda-brother whom he hasn’t seen since they were, like, 14. Aka Sammy. It’s an incredibly awkward experience all around, despite them both having somewhat similar goals. They agree to pretend not to know each other.

Work goes, well, as it pretty much does in game. Nothing special. Probably some panic and resurfacing trauma on night 2. Anyways the fire! That’s the important part!

As one would expect, Michael was quick to get out of the fire. Wasn’t exactly hard to set it - the place is old and dirty and fucking *moldy* - he just tossed a half-smoked cigarette at some loose oil or something and the bitch was ablaze.

William (slash springtrap but im just saying william for simplicity’s sake) caught him in one of the hallways. And had the fucking *audacity* to try and plead with Michael to help him out of the building. And the kicker is that if it weren’t for survival instincts kicking in and causing Michael to topple William over and crush Will’s arm with an arcade machine to keep him down long enough for a quick escape, it would’ve worked. Michael is. Uh. Very emotionally and mentally vulnerable.

A couple years pass after that, before a new Freddy’s place opens, needing someone to run it. Michael does have experience business-wise thanks to watching and learning from his dad as a kid, so it couldn’t be *that* hard, right? He applied under a fake name, got himself all disguised and whatnot, and headed in!

Michael Afton’s Emily Family Reunion Counter: 2

It did take a few minutes for the recognition to actually happen. But. Yeah it was a lil awkward. Considering Michael’s very silent and very sudden exit 32 years ago. Oh yeah also i have fnaf 6 taking place over more than just a week, stretches out from about 2025-2026. No specifics, just a general span of time. Feels more realistic to me, idk. I get the 1 week thing for gameplay/continuity reasons, but hey! This is just an au! I can do whatever shit I please!

And Iiii! Still need to actually flesh out the fnaf 6 stuff beyond my silly lil jokes. Uhh, I think majority of the stuff gets covered here? Feel free to ask further questions on anything, im more than happy to talk about it :-)

#HAUGH this is long #scov.txt #fnaf #fnaf: hauntings of the past au #michael afton #michael is. such a comfort character of mine. oh my god #so yknow. always happy to talk abt him #(send more asks. please) /jj #fuck. *hj #i can type guys i swear (lying)

[little-lynx]

who exactly do you think was the idea to play the unhappy lovers? Do you think Haymitch didn't know how Peeta felt and didn't expect such a statement from him at the interview, or did they agree on this in advance during the preparation? Or did Peeta come up with the idea, but did Haymitch know that everything was real for him? Who do you think invented all this? and why do you think Peeta ended up believing in Katniss' game himself? Has happiness turned your head?

Oh! Interesting!

I’m actually obsessed with Peeta’s pov of the books and I LOVE to read how people imagine this very moment (preparation for the interview). So much fun.

I personally think that Haymitch had some suspicions about Peeta’s feelings after that funny “you are amazing archer, Katniss! - But you are cool wrestler! - But you will sit on a tree and eat squirrels! - but you are so strong, I saw you at the market!” Lol. And after that Katniss went to her room and I think Haymitch and Peeta had some conversation and I think Peeta said that he wanted for Katniss to win (so he decided to be trained separately). They had to do a lot of work together with Haymitch: prepare for the interview (maybe including some arrangements with Caesar) and enter career pack. So it is obvious that they had a plan. And I think Peeta was sincere about “that was my idea and Haymitch just helped with it”. Idea: Katniss should win (the reason: she needs it most and she really has a chance (and I love her)). Haymitch did the rest, I think (like “start with a joke, make them like you (strategy: likability), then Caesar will ask you about a girlfriend, sell the story”). Well yes, I think Caesar knew what to ask. But didn’t know why ;). Peeta was so nervous during this part of interview so I think it was hard for him (jeez, he never said hello to her at school) so I think it was Haymitch’s idea (the confession). So, generally I see it as combination. Haymitch: what to say. Peeta: how to say it.

Oh, listen. I’m not a big fan of the movies but I remember Peeta said Katniss something like “I thought you would like it” about his confession. And we know that Suzanne helped with the screenplay. So what do you think, did she suggested this line? Did Peeta really think Katniss would be ok with that? Seems a bit…. Er… strange to me. But maybe it’s just stupid russian translation and he said something completely different in that scene lol. Or it’s just another screenwriter’s idea and Suzanne just agreed to it. What do you think?

About Peeta thinking everything was real… ah. Poor baby. I think it was a combination of hopes, fever, all the kissing (so unkatnissy), her willingness to risk her life for him (the medication), fever again (it really melts your brains), and his ability to understand people sometimes even better than they understand themselves. I think he totally believed her words “maybe you are not the only one who …” and the kiss WAS real, so… 😭 I think if he saw some footage from the cave after the games (on tv) he was shocked how many red flags he just ignored. Maybe that helped him to accept the situation and to offer Katniss a friendship.

Sorry if it’s messy, it’s 2am! I love this topic actually. If you have fics or metas focused on it, please tag me or send a link! Thank you!

[let-me-take-your-soul]

Hey <3

Could I request a kind a lengthy one? Most of this is legit just fluff context and shit. lol. You can call "Angel of Death and Grief"

So, basically, background info first, Asura never turned evil, and he, Lord Death, and Dtk were super close as a family. Also, full fledged Grim Reapers has super big black wings, like from that Wings au fic Mortally requested. Because of the this, Reapers are alternatively called Angels of Death. Another bit, a Fragment has to have a certain size of their soul by the time the current Grim Reaper dies, so they could safely take in the power that transfers. One last thing: Grim Reapers are extremely social creatures inside their species, so if they're separated/abandoned/orphaned too early, it's really detrimental to their mental health. (Oh and fully Fledged grim reapers' bodies may change with their emotion/mentality if it's strong enough.)

Now, onot the main bit: Three years before the main fic, Lord Death and Asura just straight up disappeared when Kid was 10, like as in, wiped from existence somehow. (Nobody knows why, but there were rumours of Witch involvement.) It's pretty much guaranteed they're dead. How do they know? Well, all of the power of Lord Death and Asura just kinda dumped onto Kid at once. Because of not only the sudden power dump from his father, but his brother as well, and the fact that his soul was way unprepared for it, not to mention since this was before he got any demon weapons (Liz and Patty), it uh, kinda went to shit. Kid's soul swelled way past the limit he was able to handle, so because of that his powers are extremely powerful, but at the same time he has ZERO control over them. Wings suddenly came in, like four-five times his size and he can't move nor use them what-so-ever unless he has a serious bout of emotion. It caused his soul to become disfigured, so whilst his Sanzu lines on the right side of his head are fine, the other side is visible fractured and messy remnants of lines.

Oh, also, he's like mentally fucked. The shock of grief, power, and responsibility having been forced onto him makes him hyper-focus on his grief, so his body changed to match that. His eyes are an inky black, with his cheeks stained the same colour in the shape of falling tears. His body has a hole in his chest, to reflect the overbearing pain of grief. He refuses to speak anything other than the language Grim Reapers use, Spirit usually hangs around to translate for people, and Kid has a sort of attachment to SPirit as well, as he was his father's weapon. He is mentally unable to accept the fact his Father and brother are most likely dead, speaking as if they'll just be back one day. He refers to himself often as "broken", "ugly abomination" stuff like that, he also sometimes talks in nearly incomprehensible riddles that is always answered with some variation of the word "Burn". (In reference to burning a witch.). Death City refers to him not as Lord Death, or an ANgel of Death, but as "The Angel of Bereavement", which is the period of grief and mourning after a death. Kid in now 13.

Now, the actual fic part, oml, sorry for the essay HAHA--

Write about Soul and Maka (not a ship) meeting Kid for the first time after they mistake Blair for a Witch. Have Spirit act as a translater, and have them have a lengthy conversation over tea.

Wowza! This one was intense, but I love all of the thought you put into it!

Angel of Death and Grief AU:

Maka and Soul had heard plenty about the grim reaper in charge of the DWMA. There were always plenty of rumors, and since her dad was acting as a caretaker since he was the only death scythe around, she’d been able to hear about the accuracy of some of these rumors and was able to hear about the tragedies he’d been through. Her father didn’t like to go into details though, and she had never met this reaper before. 

Her dad had been put in charge of contacting students about their progress in hunting kishins and witches so even though she hated it, Maka had to put up with meeting with her father on the regular. This was fine with Spirit, since he adored his daughter, but he was under a lot of stress with the amount of responsibility he had to take on these past three years. 

For the most part, he would be the one to help track students' progress in becoming death scythes and he would try to get Kid to grow into the responsibility. Kid would help here and there, but always under the guise of “pleasing father and brother when they return”. Spirit couldn’t even bring himself to try and convince Kid that his family wasn’t coming home. That had proven itself pointless. Still, the overwhelming spike in power and that deep connection that was felt between Kid and the loss of his family stunted his growth in a way where he couldn’t do much at all. The only time he would allow himself to be seen was if a weapon had finally grown to become a death scythe.

When Maka had called her dad after a fight that she and Soul thought would be their last, it was just going to be to tell him the mission failed and see what the two of them could do in order to get back on track now that they had to restart all of their progress. What she hadn’t expected was her father to tell her that this reaper wanted to meet with them. No one but her father had seen him in the past three years. Still, the two of them couldn’t turn down the offer, so they agreed that when they arrived back at the academy, they would join the two of them for tea.

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“The Angel of Bereavement” is what everyone had begun to call this reaper. The rumors of a wave of power so strong that it had altered his appearance were found to be true. Maka and Soul were terrified when they entered the Death Room. He sat at an elegant dining table, and appeared to be horrifically injured.

Maka and Soul had met Asura and Lord Death before their disappearance. They had seen the two of them flying with large raven-like wings and had seen just how different they were from humans. This however, was far from what the other two reapers looked like. His wings were so large that they sunk onto the ground and even with them folded, they were still twice the size of the table they were seated at. Parts of his wings looked broken and the two of them couldn’t figure out if they were just like that, or if they had gotten hurt because he couldn’t hold them up.

His eyes were pitch black, even the scleras, and the deep emptiness in them was jarring to see. He had inky blackness running down his cheeks that made it seem like he was crying. His chest seemed to have a large void in the center of it, as if someone had physically ripped through his heart, and left nothing. 

Maka and Soul sat quietly, taking in the sight of this tragic grim reaper before them. The reaper gives them a polite smile and then Maka turns to Spirit.

“Dad, if you have other stuff to work on, I think that Soul and I will be fine,” she says.

Spirit sighs, shaking his head.

“I guarantee you’ll need me here,” he tells them.

“Huh? What do you mean by that?” Soul asks.

The reaper speaks then, his voice is quiet and eerie but as the two of them listen, they realize nothing he said actually sounded like words.

“He said that it’s fine if I stay,” Spirit translates.

“Oh… so this is what the language of grim reapers sounds like? Does he not speak any other language?”

“Why would I need to? When father and brother make it home, I’ll never need to have a translator. It will be a beautiful day when they return,” the reaper speaks and Spirit translates for Maka and Soul.

“Wait, but I thought that Asura and Lord Death were de-” Soul gets cut off by a sharp look from Spirit. 

“Sorry about that. What Soul was trying to say was that Asura and Lord Death speak other languages too, right?” Maka intervenes. 

“Yes, they are quite amazing in that regard. I can speak your language too, but I feel that it is entirely unnecessary. I only ever want to speak to my father and brother. I find little value in speaking with humans. Though it seems most humans would never wish to speak to the abomination that is me,” he says.

Maka and Soul nod politely, sipping the tea that had been set out in front of them.

“Then why do you wanna talk to us?” Soul asks. “Doesn’t that contradict what you just said?” 

“Yes, it does. I am a horribly broken creature and I can’t seem to keep consistent. However- I need a favor and the two of you intrigue me.”

“You need a favor from us? How can we help?” Maka asks, trying to stay as polite as she can and not stare at every way this reaper has visibly been desecrated.

“My father and brother have been gone… for so very long. I miss them deeply and I believe that witches may be behind their disappearance. The two of you came so very close to creating a death scythe. I could feel the power starting to grow within you. I want you to find them. Find my father and brother and bring them back. Any witch that stands in your way is free to be burned to death. If you do this and successfully bring back my family, I will grant you power beyond what you can imagine.”

The two of them pause, staring at this reaper, before slowly meeting each other's gaze. It was clear that the two of them were concerned. Maka looks to her father. He seems a bit shocked himself at this request, but doesn’t say anything. Maka turns back to the reaper.

“What if we aren’t able to bring your family back?” she asks.

“Then you will have to start your journey from the beginning again. I will not punish you if you can’t bring them back, though I only accept death as failure. If you choose to abandon this request or refuse to take it, then you will continue to mean nothing to me. However, father always told me that there is beauty in humanity and I see something in the two of you that shines brighter than any human I have seen before. I truly believe that if there is any human to help my family, it would be you.”

Maka turns to Soul again.

“This sounds like we might be walking to our grave,” Soul says. “Still, I can’t think of a reason outside of that for why we should say no.”

“I agree,” Maka replies. “If anything, it’s a chance to try and help.”

They turn back and face him once more, determination in their eyes.

“Alright. We’ll do it!” Maka tells him.

The reaper gives them a smile, one so unsettling that they can’t be sure it isn’t laced in malice. Still, how could they refuse to help a grieving kid who just misses his family.

“Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, you have my gratitude. Perhaps, when my family returns, we might be able to get along as proper friends. We are about the same age. I think father would be very happy to see me getting along with others,” he says as he extends a hand.

Maka reaches out hesitantly, giving a final glance at Spirit, who still says nothing about his own thoughts. She grabs the reaper’s hand and gives it a firm shake. It was terrifying, actually feeling the power that emanated from him. When she returned to drinking her tea, she realized she was trembling. Still, she wanted to find a way to help. Even if she could find a way to confirm their deaths, maybe it would help this reaper begin to heal. She wasn’t sure, but she couldn’t refuse to try.

“Right. Then we should start right away, don’t you think, Soul?” she asks, trying to hide the fear she held.

“Yeah, it’s not like we have anything else planned now. Well then, do you have any leads for us? Or do we have to start from scratch?”

The reaper grins again and it sends another chill up the duo’s spines. He reaches down next to him, picking up a large bag and pulling out a folder with a small spider stamped onto it.

“I’m glad you asked.”

#death the kid #maka albarn #soul evans #spirit albarn #soul eater #soul eater imagine #soul eater imagines #soul eater fanfiction #au #soul eater au #request #1994-nokia-ringtone

[alfhildr-the-word-weaver]

So I’ve been thinking I’ll probably do sharpie tatts again for my MCR show next week, and it’s a little soon yet to be drawing the ones I’ll actually have on for the show, but it’s gotten me yearning to draw on myself again, and with all the excitement about Badflower tonight (or last night now I’m posting it, but they open again tonight too), I thought, what if I just... gave myself a Badflower sharpie tattoo. For funsies?

So if you’re unfamiliar with their band logo, it looks like this:

So I started by attempting to draw their signature flower on my wrist. I decided to do it in blue rather than black just because I prefer to have some color in my sharpie tatts, even if they’re monochrome. It didn’t exactly turn out super accurately, but, well... the band’s not called Goodflower now are they? Lol. Then it just worked out that I put their name underneath rather than attempting to go on top of the flower, which would’ve required more planning and less coloring in the center. So then it looked like this:

but I wanted to do a little bit more, and incorporate some lyrics into it too. I started looking through some of the lyrics of my favorite Badflower songs, at which point I remembered, oh yeah, a lot of these are really quite grim, lol; I did come up with a few potential selections, but none of them were Vibing just right. But then I was looking at 30 and I saw “so raise up your glasses to going out of fashion!” and it just clicked into place. I mean, one of the great things about doing sharpie tatts instead of real permanent tattoos is that the things one draws on don’t have to be your only all-time favorite absolute best picks from all possible options; I considered going through more options after that, but I felt good about that line, so I went ahead and added it in. 

It felt energizing and defiant, full of weird-and-proud energy; it also seemed a bit appropriate after the night’s twitter dramas. Of course, I have trouble planning spacing and I’m just freehanding this (all the more reason I’m glad this isn’t a ‘real’ tattoo), so the “to going out of fashion” part wound up on two lines, and my script is kind of funky and hard to read in places, but you know, it’s probably not going to last a full week, and I like it. Actually I fell asleep while writing this earlier and I just woke up at like 5:30 and looked at my arm and went “what the-- oh yeah I did do that,” but this is another good thing about sharpie tattoos, that it’s okay when they just sort of appear on your arm in the morning, lol. The text in a circle around the roughly circular logo also reminds me of the Red Hot Chili Peppers logo, come to think of it, but that’s not a bad thing I suppose. Anyways, I am really quite fond of it, so I wanted to go ahead and show off my pics while it’s fresh. “Raise up your glasses to going out of fashion” indeed! I love Badflower, I love their music, it’s 6am now and I want to get back to sleep and this post is probably messy and in need of editing, but I’m going to go ahead and post about my funky little Badflower tattoo now because it’s weird and I like it. 

#Badflower #30 #Sharpie tattoos #sharpie tattoo #sharpie art #tattoo art #tattoo design #'So raise up your glasses to going out of fashion!' #Josh Katz really does have a beautiful voice #his lyrics are often intense but very... honest and even cutting #also thinking about the line 'how long 'till I'm cancelled' on this fine evening lol #but yeah Badflower are a great band and I stand by them :) #it is weirdly energizing in an odd way to be on the side of a band receiving twitter vitriol #although I will say I scrolled twitter for a while last night and I saw far more tweets defending Badflower than coming for them #I suppose those things do go in waves though #Josh for his part has only posted about the crowdsurfing fail with good humor #anyways. look at me doing a draw. making a post. and getting it out relatively quickly! #sometimes the energy just manifests lol #but yeah. Admire my Bad Flower tatt ;) hehe #'it's Badflower not Goodflower' I think Josh Katz would be proud; he's always punning with the band name hehe #I am indeed quite fond of this band and their funky little aggressively vegan hippie singer dude and his farm :) #join us on the Badflower side :) #Badflower lyrics #Thirty by Badflower #weird and proud :) #weird is wonderful #floral tattoo #wonder how many of my tags are going to get cut off

[princeofyorkshire]

hi i need to talk about this show 🫶🫶🫶

ok so. HELLO. what just happened. i’m so happy. i was genuinely thinking of staying at the back and maybe try getting closer to the stage as the show went on cause pit is usually Hell and i wanted to have a good time but when i walked in the stadium it was still quite empty (i . think i accidentally cut in line????/$:$:$/ the organization was a mess ok) so i was like. ok fuck it lol. thankfully we were sat for at least…. 40 minutes? until they finally played the match on the screens so we all got up super quick lol. jeff watched the match with us and i thought it was kinda funny to randomly see him there lol. anyway. as you may know harry came out of nowhere and celebrated the win w us and it made me so happy. it was so unexpected like i didn’t even have time to react lmfaooo.

soooo. the actual show now. i was v close to barricade the entire time which was so Kdwkmfksmdkdd like i didn’t even think i’d ever get to see him this close and YETTT there i was the entireee show. pit is always messy but tbh i feel like it wasn’t that bad? def wasn’t suuuuper hot today so that help but they also kept giving us water (to the point we didn’t even want it anymore lmfkskf at least where i was) so that was nice.

harry was. so good. he always is. he’s always been a great performer and a charismatic motherfucker but god seeing it again in person after 4 years was everything. he was so smiley. so happy. he kept running and going from one place to the other to make sure everyone attending had a great time no matter how much they paid for their ticket. he made us sing happy birthday to gemma and he asked us if we wanted to do it in spanish or english and ofc we did it in spanish. it was so cute. and we chanted ole ole ole sarah sarah for like a whole ass minute or smth she looked so emotional :’) and harry’s dumbass kept dancing during it lmfaoooo. ALSO!!! they played a bit of libertango by astor piazzolla and persiana americana by soda stereo before late night talking. i thought it was a very lovely tribute. tango and rock are so significant in argentinian history and culture, don’t even get me started on piazzolla and soda. loved seeing him honoring argentinian music. i really appreciated that from him. he did wonderful. i’m so happy and thankful for today and for him. i know i don’t usually post that much about harry anymore but days like today remind me of how much i love him and that he’ll always have a special place in my heart <3

#i’m sososososjdjjs 🫶🫶🫶🫶❤️❤️❤️❤️ #**

[fitgothgirl]

Hiii here have an update :]

Things are decent, not much going on lately. Still making it to the gym about 3 times a week for lifting, but just recently starting to try to get more cardio and steps haha. Lifting is awesome but I would also like to be losing some fat here and there too lol, can’t forget about that. I at least just want to get enough steps a day but I know cardio is good for your heart and lungs and whatever (grumble grumble) so I want to get some times of higher heart rate once or twice a week to start with.

A couple days ago I also started a bullet journal. I’ve always liked these but never thought I could do one since they always look like works of art and I’m not artistic, don’t have pretty writing, etc. I didn’t want to try it and mess it up or end up not using it because I hated my artwork. But I recently saw a tumblr post about how making bujos like that is great for people who can/like to do that, but originally bujos were made by a guy (Ryder Carroll) who wanted it to be super simple and straightforward. In his Youtube intro video his handwriting is even messy enough that I almost can’t read it at times lol. But I guess a lot of people are like me and get overwhelmed at how we normally see bujos and so we avoid them, but he actually invented the method specifically as a neurodivergent-accessible way to stay organized, apparently in particular for people with ADHD. So that made me feel way better about starting my own. I did watch some other videos of people’s minimalistic spreads which I took from that added to Carroll’s original method, like a habit tracker and a gratitude page, etc. But otherwise it’s really straightforward and all I use is just a graph notebook (I like graph paper over dots hehe), a black pen, and a ruler (not even necessary technically) and that’s it!

This is good for a lot of reasons but I especially want to use it to help me with what I think is going to be a New Year’s resolution - get out of debt! Or at least close to out of it - not sure if I could completely get out if it in just a year. My financial situation is horrendous and embarrassing. Since I started my bujo in December, this month’s financial goals included just not using my credit card anymore, and starting in 2023 I want to plan specifics for paying off my cards and saving a little. With Christmas shopping this month, I couldn’t really start with that stuff yet (even though I’m keeping the shopping minimal this year).

I’d also like to start incorporating a way to meal plan/meal prep with it, but I’ll do that down the line a bit. One thing at a time.

Otherwise things are pretty chill. Concerts petered out after October - had just one at the end of November and we have NONE scheduled for the next THREE MONTHS. This is crazy for us lol. I bet at least one will come up before then though. It’s funny though cuz if not, the last concert I went to was AFI, and the next concert I go to will also be AFI haha. The one that just happened was a regular album tour show; the one that will be in March is a special one-off concert where they will be playing an entire album through “for the first and last time” (Sing the Sorrow, since it’ll be its 20th anniversary). We have to travel down to SoCal for that one too. So unbelievable we even got tickets, I’m so stoked. It’s going to be a special night with the most diehard fans.

Anyway, December is surprisingly an almost plan-less month. Just Christmas and New Years obviously, and we’re having a late combo friendsgiving/secret Santa dinner party at the end of the month too. Enjoying the lull in things before the schedule gets packed again in spring - besides that concert in March, there are already plans coming up around then and onward. I love doing stuff and I also love staying home, so I got a good balance right now lol.

#mine #personal fitblr #fitblr #fitfam #fitlife #fitspo #fitness #health #healthy #healthblr #exercise #workout #weight loss #healthy weight loss #losing weight #nutrition #healthy diet #healthy lifestyle #girls who lift #strong not skinny #weightlifting #strength training #lifting #progressive overload #gym #gym rat #gymlife #bullet journal #bujo #afi

[allaganexarch]

need to rant about 6.2 a bit lol sorry not sorry

I’m just like………..soooooo bored by the main plot unfortunately LOL.  And I don’t like Vrtra/Varshahn at all like I find his character extremely weird and annoying at all times.  I think mainly the whole child oc/little brother thing freaks me out LOL like wtf is that he is thousands of years old stop that.  But I was also very bored by his whole plotline in Endwalker and thought it was one of the weaker parts overall, so it might just not be to my taste.  I think it’s a pretty random reason to get them to the Thirteenth also lol but whatever it could work, ff14 isn’t good bc the plots are original it’s good bc of the execution of those concepts so I guess I’ll try to reserve judgment.

Y’shtola’s line delivery drives me insane, I feel this way about every character that va plays, idk what it is.  It’s so forced and unnatural to me and it ruins entire moments sometimes.  I also don’t think they know what to do with the character, like she has all the pieces of an interesting character and they just never DO anything.  Let something mildly interesting happen to Y’shtola for ONCE I stg.

I really like Zero, she has the makings of a very interesting character who is sort of outside the bounds of what they usually do esp with female characters.  BUT I think the way they dealt with residual questions about Zenos’s fate/motives was very ham-fisted and bad.  Ik a lot of people think Zenos is boring but I am not one of those ppl lol—I do like Zero and I’m not saying like Zenos should have been in her place in the story, but I think it just really reminded me how much potential Zenos had and how many really interesting and meaningful moments we could have had w his character even if he still didn’t survive Endwalker.  (I’ve heard rumors that EDW was supposed to be two expansions, which seems extremely likely with how rushed and messy a lot of it felt).

Also like look. Listen.  I try to be mindful of my personal biases but oh my GOD.  WHY wasn’t G’raha in this patch lol.  We went to the THIRTEENTH.  They played the got damn CRYSTAL TOWER RAID MUSIC MULTIPLE TIMES. Cid and Nero showed up and specifically said well haha I was at the Crystal Tower I had to see what this was all about!!!!!  also with the parallels to the situation in the first?????????  Where is the cat!!!!!!!!!  It was like almost comical that he wasn’t there or mentioned at all.  Ig he’s busy or wtf ever but who cares!!!!!  That cat man came here to have adventures not do paperwork!!!!!!!!!!!

This goes to disliking Varshahn but it’s also relevant here LOL because number ONE what the FUCK was that whole here is an adult body thing LOLLLLLLLLLLLL like WHAT that was so weird, but then it turns out that’s what??? just for battle???? and then he slips back into his child skin when he gets home????????  it’s so weird I hate it lol.  But also SCREAMING at how they had to make him a viable tank and force Y’shtola to pick up healing again (it says sorceress or w/e but she still has the conjurer icon LOL, choosing to believe she never equipped her job stone and does not intend to start now)—and I am just SAYING I know of a CAT MAN who is already an all rounder so you know we could have just asked him!!!!!!!!!

There were parts of the patch I really enjoyed—I liked the Thirteenth lore a lot, I LOVED barbariccia as evidenced by briefly going insane on here lol, I’m really hopeful that Zero will continue to have good content, and of course FFXIV music absolutely never fails to SEND ME into a higher plane of existence.

But overall I did find it really frustrating and a lot of it was not especially fun LOL.  I was considering waiting until 6.3 was out bc I kind of suspected I would feel this way and wanted a little more game to play BUT idk when 6.3 will be out and I might be back in school already by then so I decided to just give in.

Anyway, just needed to rant, as you were.

#amber plays ffxiv #personal #bring back the cat man 2kforever

[bisluthq]

I also think it’s their money not her/his money at this point so like

It’s funny that you say that because the other day, when you were talking about Jack smoking, I was thinking about how that one person said that Saoirse asked if they sold cigarettes and Jack went in to buy them. So I was like “oh they each pay for their own stuff” but she probably had just payed for the food for both of them. I understand why someone in a normal relationship wouldn’t pay for their partner’s cigarettes but when you’re that rich I think it would make sense for her to just buy them? Honestly I would probably buy them and tell my partner to Venmo me after, instead of leaving the store, telling them “they do sell cigarettes” and waiting for them to go buy them?

Then I thought about that one story about them teasing each other at what might’ve been a gas station (if I remember correctly) and I think the person said they served him first and they didn’t know he was her boyfriend or didn’t recognize him or whatever. So again, they were paying for their own stuff separately.

The house situation is a bit confusing but it sounds like they lived on an apartment she owned in London and at a house he owned in Edinburgh. They could’ve lived in a house like the one they’re in now all along (I think she owned a pretty expensive house in Ireland at one point) but they didn’t until Jack had enough money to strongly contribute.

I get the vibes that maybe Jack wants to pay his way. Maybe they don’t care as much with meals because one day one of them pays and the next day the other one does, but I get the vibes that he maybe isn’t comfortable living off her money

idk their lives but I don’t think that’s a good way to do it if it is how they’re doing it. My ex and I counted like every penny - we started dating when I lived with my friend of the 45 minute drying sessions - and she and I used to work out what she owed for the apartment and food and I used to work out what I owed for hers (which was always less because my place was nicer and I preferred to be home lol) and then when we moved in together we were very particular about what she owed and what I owed and we still both wound up feeling fucked over in the end. We’re okay now but we literally spent years detangling finances and we’re only proper done this year and not even because we still have the cats and I think she owes towards the cats a bit and she is counting subscriptions she paid for me as reason to not pay and idk it’s messy.

as I said, my current partner is older than me and ergo has more money and a more stable career at this point (we’ve discussed like if he retires and we’re still together it’d change eventually like that does make a difference) so we’ve done it as “our money” since we got serious except for like personal grooming and our insurance and shit like that. I put money into the house renovations but he pays the bond and we pay for groceries and such 70/30 to me and after I went back to work I pay for electricity and water 50/50 and he does pay for more dinners out and stuff and he pays for 90% of our travel (I paid for one weekend away and I buy groceries on travels but he covers flights and hotels) but I’ve said we don’t have to go if he doesn’t want to and I’m not sure I do like I’m happy to cook at home and go up here to his mum’s place for a holiday lol like I don’t fucking need wine country or Europe like I’m not a fussy person but we certainly don’t count who paid for cigarettes. I don’t think the counting is good long term. I may change my mind in another 2 years obviously like fucked if I know what I will think then but to me rn if it’s our house, it’s our money. Yes, I pay less in terms of the bottom line but I pay more in terms of percentage of total income so 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

I wouldn’t be shocked if Jack and Sersh have a similar thing going on.

[rocket-powered-socket]

hi I’m not sure if this actually sent but do u have any other angles of the yaoi cube? Or progress shots? Or a tutorial? it’s so cool it deserves way more attention!!!!! I’d love to see more of it

AAAUGH THANK YOU SO MUCH !!! This means the world to me you don’t even know, especially since this is my first time really doing this sort of thing, I’m not very crafty😭 I don’t really have a tutorial but I can give some deets !!!

More info under the cut !! VVV

I just kinda winged it as I went which Is why I don’t have a tutorial, and I think it’s great to take your own direction with this sort of thing :] I think you’ll enjoy it more that way !!

I didn’t really take any progress shots apart from this one of Prismo just on his lonesome, Jake was a bit of a last minute decision but I couldn’t be happier I added him B-)

I can show some more angles!!! The colours are uber dingy since the weather is miserable outside rn, I promise they don’t normally look this paled irl LOL

The pickle jar was actually made by one of my college tutors!! She’s also really into Adventure Time so she made one for me, I didn’t even have to ask she’s so nice :,) I spruced it up a lot for the post since I had no clue how to make a tiny cork and the smallest label you’ve ever seen, so I just drew them on. I’ll likely sort it out down the line but for now it’s just an opened jar of pickles (guys!!! You need to put a cork on it they’re gonna stink !!!!!)

It’s genuinely so cute I can’t get enough of it

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The additional letter sticker things and stars were just a byproduct of some leftover card, crafty materials I had lying around my house and empty space, I hate empty space in my work so I did something about it and it made the end product a lot more colourful !!

Another thing is that you might get frustrated with cutting everything out, especially Prismo, he took a while to do and I actually accidentally cut his arm off 💀 HE GOT IT BACK THOUGH!! I’m also a tiny bit of an idiot who creased the yellow card in a weird way and just smoothed it over for the post. don’t be like me, there’s easier ways to cut a square from an A4 piece of card without folding it like I did😭

The process behind the craft is actually kinda messy and the amateurish nature of it becomes more apparent when I don’t apply a lot of filters and extra details, again this is my first time making such a thing and although I like it a lot I might redo it when i know what I’m doing a bit more!!

Thank you for this ask ^__^ I hope I answered at least some of what you had on your mind!! If you ever want to make something similar I wish you the best of luck!

[purplesurveys]

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1. Is there currently any snow on the ground where you live? Where I live has never seen snow ever.

2. Do you have any nieces or nephews? I don't. I don't think any of my siblings want to be parents either, so I feel like the most I'll have are godchildren from my friends.

3. Have you ever sold anything online? I've sold a few photocards, but that's it. I'd love to try my hand more in selling but I'm just so busy as it is and have little to no time to even respond if inquiries come in. Then there's the effort in making some sort of microsite like Carrd so you look legit, the time and resources needed to pack the orders, then booking the shipping service...I'm just way too busy to become a full-time seller.

4. Have you ever been to an extremely dirty house before? Whose house was it? I don't think I've ever been in a dirty house per se but I've visited families or classmates whose houses are just loaded/packed with so many things in one place. Filipinos like to hoard stuff, so a typical Filipino living room would have things like graduation portraits and diplomas lining up the wall, every single medal their kids have won, religious statues, a bunch of miniature art sculptures that don't necessarily complement, a china collection...the list goes on. Like it's not messy, but it's filled to the brim with so many things that it ends up being an eyesore.

This applies to most households I know of but I'm glad my mom didn't pick up that tendency. She likes to keep the house looking clear and I've ultimately picked up that preference too.

5. Would you ever or do you hunt? It doesn't sound interesting to me in the least and I wouldn't do it.

6. Have you ever blown smoke into a bubble (kids bubbles) before? No. Is something supposed to happen when you do that? Hahaha now you have me curious.

7. What bothers you most about the customers you serve at work? If you don’t directly serve customers at work, what bothers you most about your job in general? It makes work-life balance a myth. Even things like people getting to turn off their notifications in the evening make me jealous because I can't do that – I have to be on call literally, like, 24/7.

8. Do you like to play games on your phone? What games do you play most often? Sure. These days I've been pretty obsessed with Rhythm Hive, which is a (surprise!) rhythm game for Hybe groups. I used to be addicted to In the Seom but I haven't played that in a while. :( I should reinstall that soon...

9. Do you take a lot of pictures of your pets? Of course. I'll whip out my phone every chance I get.

10. Do you screen shot a lot of things on your phone? Way more than I think I do. It's just second nature for me to do so at this point, especially if I feel like I'll need to backtrack on that screenshot sometime in the future.

11. What is the most recent video you took of? Cooper barking threateningly at a nonexistent stranger/noise.

12. Do you have any future tattoos planned out? Will you actually go through with them or is there something stopping you from doing so? I have design ideas but they will always remain as ideas because I'm terrified of needles lol.

13. Who was the last person to break your trust? How did they do so and how did you deal with it? The supplier we got for our event last Thursday. They've been our go-to since last year, never disappointed us, the team's always been a joy to work with; but idk they've had quite a bit of booboos over the last few months and last Thursday was simply mine and my team's last straw. They were extremely unreliable on the day of and for some reason their manpower kept disappearing at crucial points? - like where tf were they hanging out??? - that I had no choice but to manage the entire event myself until the end.

14. What did you dress up as for Halloween? Or if you didn’t dress up, was there a specific reason or do you just not care about that sort of thing? I went to one Halloween party last year, which was Disney-themed, so I DIY'd some clothes to be Winnie the Pooh.

15. Has wind ever done any extreme damage to your home or anything that you own? No. That happened to our neighborhood once though. There had been a typhoon that started off with extremely strong winds, and you could hear windows smashing and glass shattering every minute or so. Fortunately for us we had all of our windows closed that morning so our house was left unscathed.

16. Is your pet very snuggly or are they more independent? Agi lives on being snuggled, and he isn't opposed to whining and barking if he feels like he's not getting enough of it. Cooper is very independent; he'll actively wrestle out of your grasp if you try to cuddle with him haha. Kimi had independent as well.

17. What shirt were you wearing the last time you took a picture of yourself? A white oversized polo with handpainted doodles.

18. Do you enjoy Smile Cookies from Tim Hortons or any of their other charities and/or seasonal promotions? If you don’t go to Tim Hortons, do you dislike the coffee, live too far away from one, or is there another reason? I don't think I've ever eaten anything from Tim Hortons beyond their wraps.

19. Are the photos on your lock screen and on your homepage of your phone the same or different? If you don’t have that option on your phone, what is your background on your phone? They are different, yes. I feel like it'd so boring if they were the same.

20. Do you enjoy taking photos with your significant other or are you just not that type of couple? If you don’t have a significant other, do you enjoy taking photos of yourself more or of your friends and/or family? I definitely take more photos of other people than I do myself.

[robboybot]

Last night I finished watching bendy and the dark revival with friends and… in my honest blunt opinion? it sucked. It’s not a good game. It’s unpolished and 100% shows the fact it got interrupted and picked apart midway through it’s making by the company head.

It had so much potential and lots of interesting plot lines but ultimately the final result is so… EMBARRASSING? It’s an incredible insult to the fans and the entire team and it’s studio meatly and mood abused and took advantage of to squander out this disaster of a patchwork nightmare.

There’s a lot I can get into but I’ll tackle how the game suffers from a few major points:

-most all the major plot beats were stilted, interrupted by unfinished side bits, and felt shoehorned against one another. The plot was rushed, confusing, and had too much of an “Audrey somehow already knows how to do x” like PUNCHING A GOLD INK BOTTLE??? Not to mention that most of the “surprise twists” felt forced and far too easy of a cop out. Most of the side information and plots introduced went nowhere and could be easily left out entirely and change little to nothing (big Steve, a lot of the lost ones, literally everything to do with the seekers).

-the characters felt so confusingly rushed and also mislead for their importance and meaning!! 90% of the characters introduced had a minor role that gets confused and even forgotten by their own plot shortly after, making their presence feel confusing, trivial, and pointless. They’re used to unlock abilities that they somehow just know how to share (never explained) and then thrown away.

-Also the throwbacks to the original characters…. Spine shiveringly bad. Entirely mischaracterized their own characters somehow??? They got reduced from their entire roles of the first game to Star Wars studio level “look it’s this guy you know!” Roles. The fact you never directly interact with most of them makes the final sequence of the story even more forced and confusing.

-all of the fascinating ideas introduced got cut off or held back by a lack of proper utilization by either under explaining then and tossing them aside or by over explaining details that didn’t make sense and felt entirely out of place. Allison’s speech RIGHT at the start was 100% unnecessary and felt so out of place for her! The stuff with color never got explained and was literally shoved aside after the entire game building up this one character who you kill off so easily after. Why on earth are there lost ones making cults and mini societies you literally take over only to just. Forget them all? It’s messy!

And finally, perhaps the worst of all:

-the entire game felt like an incredibly shameless copy of bioshock but worse. Any potential for it being it’s own thing was choked out by trying so hard to plagiarize another game! There’s inspiration versus straight up copying and oh wow I kept grimacing saying “wow this sure is just like in bioshock” in a BAD way. Calling this “inspired by” bioshock is far too generous for what kind of people own the game (meatly and mood) who said their vision was better than the literal team they hired to write this game and creatively direct it.

The game had tons of potential ideas I liked and the mechanics are super unpolished but seemed decent and fascinating enough at first but. Oh god. There’s so much I can say lol. There’s just too much they could have done instead but they didn’t.

I’m sorry to the fans but this game is an exorbitant demonstration of the studio’s literal real world fall from grace and the horrific mismanagement, incompetence, and mistreatment by the owners to those who worked on it. Absolutely depressing.

Kindly beast and it’s sub studios has run its course I feel in a way that you cannot reverse from. They’re forever damned by their horrific mistreatment and mismanagement in a way that will always show through in their future games and endeavors. They’re a perfect example of how Indie studios can be just as damaging as triple A.

I’ll end this criticism by saying I genuinely smiled and laughed at a few parts because I tried so hard to give it an open minded expectation that had me liking it at first! But as soon as the city part was introduced it became too much. I genuinely wanted to be proven wrong and to be dazzled with a fascinating game that had fresh concepts on the original but was ultimately disappointed at best.

As a former fan… this hurts to see. I had hopes for something new and fascinating but was fed a nightmare of whispered gasps of what creative ideas the original team had being strangled by the encompassing desire it’s CEOs had to choke it into being what it wasn’t.

If I had to summarize it in one sentence:

Dark Revival is a cut up collage of “could have beens” pasted over a clone of bioshock with the writing and direction of a marvel film’s forcibly hammy one liners and over involved CEO decisions killing any real creativity it could have exhibited.

I actually think the first game was better in every way and will continue to love it personally but this studio and it’s series are dead to me.

#chat #long post

[apexart-journal]

Keegan Xavi in NYC, Day #?? I’ve got 9 days left

I got back from DC last night. Got off the bus on 8th, asked someone which was was 7th Ave So I wouldn’t walk in the wrong direction. Walked to Herald Square, jumped on a yellow line, was home in like 10 minutes. Maybe 15. Walked in the door. I was home. And it felt more like home since I got here because for the first time last night I got comfortable enough to act like I was at home. Which meant the floor exploded with my instant piles as I unpacked: shoes off and in the pile, paper souvenirs for possible collage projects over here, dirty laundry there, coat goes here - not in the closet, but over the arm of a chair. When I am comfortable I am messy lol  But I finally got comfortable enough to relax a little and just like I do at home, I sat in silence and just THOUGHT about things. The problem was back home, I no longer liked the things I was thinking about it and was desperate for NEW thoughts, ideas, higher vibrations of intellect and emotion. A lot of those things I HAD to think about, cuz that’s just life... but my thoughts were getting fucking stale to me and I am so grateful for this head change. 

D.C.:

- it’s so like downtown Mpls with its trees, bushes, flowers, etc, and antiquated bank-looking buildings everywhere... but also kinda desolate the way downtown mpls is on the weekend. no one actually lives in the area I was in. Everyone was a visitor/tourist like me and I heard maybe 5 or 6 different languages while there. That part reminds me of LA and what I miss about there. The Architect Hotel was super cute, efficient and to the point, just a bed in a clean room with nice moldings and trim. teh first night was overcast, but still good for walking. went to the chinese american museum, then got lost getting to Dupont circle, but found it, went to a bookstore, bought a salad, went back to the hotel.

the next day i was MISERABLE because it poured all day. I mean, I was out there pounding pavement, but was not a happy camper at all. but i’m a soldier, I figured it out. The MLK Jr. Memorial Library was super peaceful and had exhibits on the 4th and 5th floor and an outdoor terrace area that had a bit of an awning so you could sit there even while it rained. I didn’t sit there tho, just passed thru. The exhibits were actually heart-breaking . The one that talked about the Civil Rights Movement and King’s assassination was just sad because ... how much has really changed? We seem to be going backwards, actually. When I teach I always want to make connections so young people can understand why learning about the past is important for the future, and I am doing my best to learn what to say anymore.

Blah. Let’s keep it moving.

The other exhibit was also depressing - signs form around the world from people who did not have homes. My father was homeless for years before he died. He was a genius man in so many ways, but never assimilated into American culture. I don’t know how he would’ve done in his birth country either. He may have been a strange man in any time or place. But yeah...

I really loved the movie “Everything, Everywhere, All At Once”. That was good. 

Then the next morning, I was just DOWN when I woke up. It wasn’t pouring the way it had on Saturday, but still drizzly and that’s how my mood felt. grey and drizzly lol I did not want to go to yoga class AT ALLLLL..... but I actually got there super early cuz it was boring just sitting in that tiny hotel room brooding on how grey I felt. And it was like an ADVANCED YOGA CLASS... I’ve been doing my lil 5-Tibetan routine for years, but it’s super chill... but this class.. well, I am sore today and it felt good.. just what I needed. And the rest of the day just got better.

So Casey Smith came and picked me up and our time together was so uplifting for me. I adore honest, funny, and intelligent people. Our lunch was at the perfect outdoor taco spot with the cutest dog that ever existed (ever) at the table over from us. Talking to another apexart fellow was so helpful because no one else would understand the uniqueness and intensity of this particular program. He gave me a brief tour of the neighborhood including the white house, that church where TFG held the bible upside down, BLM Plaza, then an art school where he used to teach at. It was like go go go, but we got a lot in before I got dropped off at my bus. I hope Casey and I get to hang out again someday. Sofija too... I’d love to see her again.

So this morning I got up and took my time getting ready (like hours and lots of coffee time) before I ventured out for household basics. This part also felt like being at “home”. Trashbags, tp, etc. I also picked some Murphy’s Oil Soap because that’s what I’d do to these floors if they were mine. Outside, union Square is poppin!! I went to Trader Joe’s, then to CVS for the stuff Trader Joe’s doesn’t have, then through the farmer’s market before sitting on the steps for a little while. So sunny and beautiful today. That little breather in DC was kinda like a dream-within-a-dream thing. It gave me space to process outside of NY before I go back home. Very helpful.

#Keegan Xavi #Inbound from Minneapolis

[codgod-moved]

a hazy shade of winter

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#empires smp #empires scott #scott smajor #smajor1995 #dangthatsalongname #.png #went a bit messy for this one lol i didn’t even do lines it’s just a cleaned up/slightly painted over sketch #way more fun than lineart i gotta say