#THIS WAS A DAMN PRIVATE ART COLLEGE AS WELL

[jimplekins]

Did i ever tell you guys about the art school I'm going to next year had fucking art of sans in an anime style on the wall? FULLY PRINTED OUT AND FRAMED

The worst thing, IT WAS PROMO ART FOR THE SPECIFIC COURSE IM TAKING.

[aphroditeinthesea]

can i please request a percy jackson x reader where the reader is a daughter of aphrodite to the song i can do it with a broken heart by taylor swift

“ i can do it with a broken heart ”

percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite 🌊

⚠️ percy is an ass to the reader but that’s kinda a given + percabeth inclusion woop woop

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i can read ur mind

she’s having the time of her life

there in her glittering prime the lights reflect

sequin stars off her silhouette every night

i can show you lies

“I’m so happy you're finally getting over him,” her sister smiled, hand on her back.

She forced a grin as she continued to sing along to the campfire song. She nodded and waited for her sister to turn her attention away. When she finally saw the girl from the corner of her eye turn towards her boyfriend.

Y/N looked down to the grass. If she looked up she knew what she would see. Just the thought was nauseating. The boy who she claimed to all her friends she would marry, who she already had best laid plans to move to New Rome with and go to college together.

Everything that came to a crumble when he decided he did want those things. Just with his best friend instead.

She watched from across the way how his arm was wrapped around the blonde. They weren't even talking, just looking into each other’s eyes. It was as though they were having an entire conversation without saying anything. She recalled how when she first started going out with Percy and her friends tried to warn her. Everyone knew that the two were soulmates, except for three people.

She wondered if on some level she always knew, too. Maybe she was just denying it to stay with him for just a little bit longer. Even if she screamed all night the day she he broke up with her.

If you were ever so inclined to wonder what really truly happened, here’s the deal:

It was like any other Friday. Perseus Jackson waltzed into her cabin, head low almost as though he cared. He told her he wanted to talk to her privately in cabin three. Her heart sank. She knew. She just knew.

Soon enough, while she sat on his bed and he stood in front of her, he spoke in his softest voice.

“We need to break up.”

She felt her head get dizzy while she looked up at him, “what?”

“I’m so sorry,” he sat next to her, “I hate having to do this to you.”

“Why?” was all she could say.

His eyebrows creased, while tears welled up in his sea green eyes. She felt like she was looking into one of the clear seas of Greece. “I dont feel about you the way that I should.”

She sighed, “Annabeth.” Although because of the weakness in her voice, all that came out was, “Eth.”

He understood her. Slowly nodding, he began once again, “I realized I feel more about her than I should,” he took a breath, “but I wouldn't do anything before ending this with you. I couldn't hurt you like that.”

That damn loyalty of his.

“I get it.”

i’m a real tough kid

i can handle my shit

they said “babe, you gotta fake it til you make it”

and i did

The next morning, it was like it never happened. Afterall, a girl’s gotta have a reputation to upkeep. Everyone’s favorite daughter of Aphrodite. Who could hate a girl so bubbly and peppy and outgoing and happy and has never once had a bad hair day?

Everyone tried to get her to talk about it, but the only thing she said was “I’m helping at arts and crafts today, tee-tee-why-ell!”

With a smile on her face and the taste of vomit on her lips, she pranced around helping campers make vases and false confidence.

“You need to guide your hands up more, like this-”

“Y/N.”

She looked up to lock eyes with the daughter of Athena. “Annabeth.”

“I really wanted to talk to you.”

She flashed her blinding smile and raised eyebrows, “I would love to talk, but I’m right now,” even though her blood boiled at the sight of the blonde curls, “see you later, though.”

“I’m staying.”

“Oh!” She squeaked, “grab a seat.”

lights, camera, bitch smile

even when you wanna die

he said he’s love me all his life

but that life was too short

As soon as y/n was alone she broke down, hitting the floor. She felt all the pieces of her shatter. She had spent hours grinning like a winner before she finally crashed.

She let out every emotion she had felt that day. The anger, the sadness, the betrayal, the heartbreak, all of it. She let out a scream for every glance she shared with either Percy or Annabeth.

But just before dinner, she dolled up her makeup and curled her hair to perfection. Then brushed it out. Then straightened it.

She knew she was overthinking it, but how damn stupid would she look walking out to dinner with hair that mirrored the girl she was just left for? Of course, the meal went as it always would. Her cracking jokes with her siblings, giving out advice that not a soul asked for, all was normal except for the table across the way.

The Poseidon table, which was currently being shared by a certain blonde. This had to be a joke. She watched their conversation flow so easily. The laughs, the smiles, whispers, before Annabeth snuck back off to her own table.

She thought to herself that maybe she should have done that. I mean, if little miss perfect could bend the rules a little, why couldn't she? Maybe that’s why he left?

Over the next few weeks, she tried to block out everything about him. Maybe it was just a dream. But occasionally she’d find something of his in a drawer. Crucial evidence she didn't just imagine the whole thing.

She was sure she could pass this test. The test being the ability to not spend her days crying. And although she did cry a whole lot, she was so damn productive. It was honestly an art. She knew for the rest of her life that this time really proved how good she was at faking. You know? ‘Cause she’s miserable and nobody even knows.

Try and come for her job.

[artssslut2]

Unexpected: Part 1

Art Donaldson x Pregnant!Reader

Prologue

Possible Warnings: talk of abortion

Disclaimer: I am 100% pro choice and the charectors I write are as well.

You sat on the floor of the bathroom in your dorm looking down at the pregnancy test you held in your hands. Positive. No way. You couldn’t be, you missed one pill like a month ago. You set the test down on the sink along with the five other ones you took that also said positive. You were hoping it was a false positive but it didn’t seem like it now.

“Fuck.” You whispered to yourself. You had no idea what you were going to do. You were eighteen, you were in college you were at the top of your class at Stanford’s nursing school. This cannot be happening to you. Then you thought about Art, you wanted to hate him because he did this to you. But you were the one who missed a pill, and you were certainly not resisting him. Not only was Art the best tennis player at school, he was your friend. Your best friend. You knew him forever, this would totally ruin your friendship. You laughed to yourself because your friendship was probably ruined the first time you hooked up. Surprisingly you weren’t panicked, not yet. You were a nurse failed positives happen, maybe something was wrong, you weren’t going to panic until you knew you were 100% pregnant.

You called one of your closest friends who was also in the nursing program, you needed an ultrasound.

“You think you’re pregnant?” She gasped, you nodded shamefully as she looked at you “what are you gonna do?”

“I don’t know okay. Get rid of it. I have too. I don’t even know if I am pregnant though so do the damn ultrasound.” You whisper yelled while getting on the table and lifting your shirt. Your friend nodded with this look in her eye like she felt bad for you, you hated it. She moved the wand around slowly until you saw it

“There.” You said pointing at the grey dot on the screen “shit.” You let your head fall back on the bed. You saw it, now this was real. There was a baby inside of you. A baby that you made with your best friend. Your eyes filled with tears there were so many emotions going through you right now.

“Listen I think there’s a heartbeat” your friend said to you turning the volume up on the machine.

Thud…Thud…Thud

You listened to the sound of your baby’s heartbeat and you knew there was no way you could “get rid of it”.

“I’ll give you a minute” your friend said as you still stared at the screen.

Once you left, you went straight to Arts dorm room. Since he was a student athlete his room was much bigger than yours. It was also private, he didn’t have to share a room.

“Oh hey y/n. I didn’t know you were coming.” Art said opening the door looking happily surprised.

“We have to talk Art.” You came in looking serious

“Of course what’s up?” He asked sitting across from you. You suddenly forgot everything you were going to say. It was like everything was hitting you all at once. You broke down in tears and couldn’t get any words out

“Hey hey what’s wrong y/n?” Art rushed to you wrapping his big arms around you pushing some hair from your face, he kissed your forehead until you calmed down “whatever it is you can tell me I promise” he told you. You felt bad knowing the two words you were about to say would change the course of his entire life completely.

“I’m pregnant.” There was immediate silence, Arts mouth was open and his arms slowly dropped to his sides. It felt like a lifetime before he responded.

“I-Is it mine?” He stuttered going completely pale. You felt offended by his question, of course it was his, there was no one else and he knew that.

“Yes it’s yours.” You scoffed standing up clearly annoyed.

“I’m sorry it’s just… but… you said you were on the pill!” He panicked standing up, his voice came out sounding accusatory

“I am! I missed one! It was forever ago okay I didn’t-“ Art interrupted you before you could finish

“What?! How could you miss one? And not say anything? Oh my god y/n!” He said not yelling but getting close to it. Art had never yelled at you. You didn’t even think he could yell. It brought tears to your eyes again, you felt horrible and angry and just about every other emotion

“I’m sorry okay?! Do you think I wanted this Art! Fuck!” You cried sliding down his wall putting your head in your arms. Art was quiet. He felt guilt come over him for losing his cool. He knew that this wasn’t your fault it was just a mistake, and now your life was changing. He collected himself, he told himself he could think about his feelings later. Right now he had to be there for you, his best friend. He walked to you and sat next to you

“Come here, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry y/n/n” you fell into him, his arm came to your hair . You cried into his chest for a long time before looking up at him.

“This isn’t your fault y/n. It’s going to be okay. Whatever you decide.” He told you holding your face with one hand. He knew that you would think it was your own fault because that’s just how you were. But he was very equally to blame and he knew that.

“I saw it.” You blurted out between sobs

“What?” He questioned

“I saw the baby… I heard the heartbeat. I thought I could get rid of it but I can’t. I just I -I “

“Stop y/n. You don’t have to explain yourself. I’m going to support you no matter what okay? This isn’t just on you. If you wanna have the baby, then… we’re gonna be parents.” He slightly smiled looking at you. “We can figure it out together okay, I got you I promise” he whispered kissing your head. You didn’t say anything. You leaned into him again as a thank you, he knew what you meant. You were so thankful that he didn’t hate you or abandon you. This is why you loved him, this is why he is your person.

You and art sat on the floor for a while. You didn’t talk you both sat there in thought. Art carried you to his bed and layed you down, he brushed hair from your face and wrapped his arms around you spooning you. He would do anything for you. Just then he wanted to say it. He wanted to say that he loves you, that he has forever. But that wouldn’t have been fair to you, you were to stressed out. Secretly art was happy about the baby. Mabye now you two would finally become a couple. Art thought about what this could mean

“I got you. It’s okay.” He whispered, settling for that instead of I love you. For now at least.

[oracularvernacular]

the kitten and the corbillat

𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘶𝘴 (𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦) / 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘬𝘢 (𝘥𝘰��𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘬𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣)

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The girl sighed listlessly, crossing her legs nonchalantly as her hands were handcuffed and her waist tied to the back of the chair. “Honestly, I do not see the point of all… this. You’re the head of a crime syndicate, and I’m a twenty-four year old law student, what in fuck’s name would I do, scream ‘objection!’ until the damn doors opened? Please.” 

Sylus only arched a brow. “For someone who seemed so anxious, you’re taking this situation shockingly well.”

“Oh, believe me, I am the most anxious person I know. However, most of my anxiety comes from wanting to please others,” She pointed out. “You just kidnapped me. I don’t think anything could possibly trigger my need to please you.” 

“The fact that it can be triggered implies that you have a need to please me in the first place.”

“When I first saw you, maybe I did, but there’s something about being magically knocked unconscious and taken prisoner by someone that sort of puts a damper on our bond,” Monika deadpanned. 

“Mm. You’ve got a sharp tongue, kitten.”

“Not sharp enough to slit your throat, unfortunately.”

“You want your tongue on my skin that badly?”

“Are you legitimately flirting with me? While you are holding me captive against my will? I admit I have a kink or two but I assure you this isn’t one of them.” 

“Ah. A shame, I really thought I was onto something there.”

“Wow, that’s great! Good for you! But you weren’t. Now, whatever it is you have me tied to a chair for, do it and do it fast.” 

Sylus chuckled. “To the point it is, then. Miss Monika, you somehow managed to trespass into the N-109 zone. Why, and how.”

“It’s not my fault your passcodes were easy to hack.”

“It is your fault you even tried to hack them… and also, Onichynus software is the finest in Linkon.”

“Fine pile of garbage is what it is. I barely had to move my finger to break through that firewall. If you’re going to be the head of a criminal organization, at least make an effort to be good at it.”

Something ticked in his jaw. “Watch it, kitten.”

“I’ve been watching plenty, corbillat. And so has ‘Mephisto’. Don’t think I didn’t notice. Why do you think I always looked good on camera? 

“Because you have an attractive face?”

“There’s something called contour.”

“Which we wiped when you got here. A check to see if you disguised yourself.”

“Well, evidently I didn’t.”

He sighed. “Look, kitten. Just answer me. Why did you enter the N-109 zone?”

Monika blinked, then laughed. “I needed a good case to investigate for my final paper. The fraudulent dealings of your company seemed like a good place to start.”

Sylus paused, caught off guard. “You broke into the most highly guarded, dangerous location in the entirety of Linkon City and possibly further… for your fucking college thesis?”

The girl grinned in response. “But of course.”

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all pics from pinterest

the amount of SHIT i had to go through finding similar art style pics for sylus and monika i even tried editing pics of caleb to look like monika. i hate my baka life. shimmy shimmy yai shimmy yay shimmy yah type shii anyways I WROTE HER SUPER SASSY HERE!!!! as she SHOULD BE. older monika is def too sleep deprived and high IQ to have her priorities straight miss girl is so the type of hoe to break into private property unwarranted to solve a case for extra credit (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

BTW!!! FOR THOSE WHO DON'T KNOW!! Corbillat means baby crow >:3

[antimony-medusa]

Ao3 Wrapped

I like numbers so here I am delving into my works again!

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Overall stats for 2024!

User Subscriptions: 218

Kudos: 1,703

Comment Threads: 376

Bookmarks: 479

Subscriptions: 126

Word Count: 186,620

Hits: 186,620

That's a decrease on most metrics, but my word count is very comparable to last year, and I had no idea my subscription count had broken 200! Cool! Especially as I wrote some kind of out there fics this year, I'm very touched by that people want to stick around. I feel like I also do kind of absurdly well for comments, so thank you guys for that.

Fun Stats: 

Fics Published: 25, including one on anon, for 186,620. This is down from last year's 31, but my word count last year was 198,621, so we're pretty damn close!

Number of One-Shots: 22— It was another year of going hard on exchanges, and that encourages one-shots! Of those, 14 were under five thousand words, so I'm pretty pleased with my objective of learning to write short was actually enacted, when I was experiencing deadline pressure!

Number of Multi-Chapters: 3 total, and one still unfinished. I didn't start any new ongoings and leave them unfinished this year, but I still have multiple languishing from 2022, and I didn't finish the one of those I was working on this year, so— augh. I need to stop doing events and finish some of those ongoings! But events are so good...

Number of Inspired Works: 3, because I participated in recursive exchange, where you write fic inspired by other people's fic and art! One of those was inspired by an animation, which I'm very proud of.

Longest Fic: You Blew Me Into Stardust (42,846 words), my beloved mech au. I did two fics for the aufest reverse bang, I also wrote Trying Hard Not To Smile Though I Feel Bad (16,254 words) for Aufest, which is a college au! The minimum for that event was 5k so I— went overboard a bit.

Shortest Fic: I just posted it actually, that's How To Make The Secret City’s Speciality Dessert - Roasted Brown Sugar Oranges And Buttermilk Ice Cream  (912 words), that's a zine fic where we had a 1250 word maximum! I love this fic, and I'm so proud that I managed something short.

Most Kudosed Fic: Gonna Have It Out Like Fight Club, which is a bit unfair because that one has been acquiring kudos since 2022, and is now at 213 kudos. My poor neglected child the mafia fic I HAVE THE REST OF THE FIC OUTLINED I just keep writing things for events instead of writing you.

Most Viewed Fic: That's Gonna Have It Out Like Fight Club, with 2,220, but again a bunch of those are from last year, so probably my biggest fic is Trying Hard Not To Smile Though I Feel Bad, my 13-things-I-hate-about-you Niki & Ranboo au, at 1,457 hits. That one I honestly did not expect to get as big as it did, but I guess people like the comedy.

Most Subscribed Fic: Gonna Have It Out Like Fight Club, with 82 people wanting to know how that one ends. I"M SORRY. I"LL FINISH IT I PROMISE. I did notice my subscriptions to fics overall fell— people were still subscribing to one-shots last year, and this year I guess people realized that was not panning out.  

Most Bookmarked Fic: okay so it LOOKS like it's Gonna Have It Out Like Fight Club at 73 but I can count dates so I can tell that only 28 of those are from this year, wait I forgot about private bookmarks. Hm. Well anyways the one I'm sure was bookmarked this year was Things Could Be So Easy (If You Let Them), my first real intentional shot at writing QPR emduo with a proposal, and boy having THAT unlocked was a delight. That one has 52 bookmarks.

Most Used Fandom: Dream SMP with 13 fics, and SMPEarth in second place with 5. I wrote 9 different fandoms this year, technically.

Least Used Fandom: this is A MULTIWAY Tie as Internet & Social Media (Anthropomorphic), Murderbot Diaries, Books of the Raksura, Original Work, Origins SMP, and Parkour Civilization are all at 1 fic.

Most Used Rating: Teen, 18 fics. I wrote my first two explicit fics this year, both for exchanges!

Least Used Rating: Gen, 1 fic.

Most Written Relationship: Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza, 10 times, UP FROM NINE LAST YEAR I'M DOING BETTER.

Most Used Additional Tag: hilariously, it's a tie between Comedy and Grief/Mourning, both with four times.

Most Frequently Used Characters: 

Philza (16)

Technoblade (15)

Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF) (6)

Niki | Nihachu (5)

Tommyinnit (3)

Ghostbur (Dream SMP) (2)

Tumblr (Anthropomorphic) (1)

Jade (Books of the Raksura) (1)

Moon (Books of the Raksura) (1)

Archive of our Own (Anthropomorphic) (1)

Last year I was really startled that Tommy didn't make the list and well. I am not immune to Tommyinnit. He's back again.

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[diavolo-is-babygirl]

obey me: shall we design a male mc?

Hi everyone! Here's me designing a snarky male MC just so I can have him fall in love with Diavolo 🤣 I can't draw him but I really hope you like him!

Character Bible: Agni Latham

Basic Information

Full Name: Agni Latham

Age: 19

Occupation: College Student (Art Major) & Bartender

Current Status: Exchange Student in Devildom

Personality Overview

Agni presents as a sharp-tongued, profanity-loving spitfire who hides a deeply compassionate heart. His rough exterior masks an emotionally intelligent young man who's learned the hard way about the importance of paying attention to others' emotional states. While he's quick to swear and call out injustice, he's equally quick to offer support and protection to those he cares about.

Background

Human World History

Worked his way up from barback to bartender starting at age 18

Developed reputation for creative cocktails and flair bartending

Best friend and roommate Alex died by suicide shortly before Agni's arrival in Devildom

The loss of Alex profoundly impacted his approach to friendships and emotional awareness

Carries significant guilt about missing signs of Alex's struggles

Keeps a private sketchbook of drawings of Alex

Bartending Skills

Exceptional ability to read people's emotions through drink choices

Creates unique, personalized cocktails for friends

Specialized in both normal and magical cocktails

Known for "Emotional Support Cocktails" with minor healing properties

Maintains a secret recipe notebook for demon-specific drinks

Key Relationships

Leviathan

Extremely protective of Levi's emotional well-being

Created special non-alcoholic anime-themed drinks

Actively learns about anime to better connect with him

Fiercely defends Levi's interests against mockery

Regular gaming session companion

Mammon

Acts as financial and emotional support

Protects him from bad deals

Created special drink "The Greedy Glow"

Keeps emergency comfort drinks for Mammon's bad days

Teaches him about valuable liquors

Diavolo

Developing romantic feelings for the Demon Prince

Created "Royal Sunset" drink inspired by him

Becomes one of few people to see beyond the prince facade

Offers emotional support during late-night conversations

Uses bartending as a way to help Diavolo relax

Special drink-order code system for "need to talk"

Relationship characterized by mutual understanding of carrying burdens

Signature Drinks

Regular Menu

"Otaku's Delight": Non-alcoholic blue raspberry cream soda with magical anime effects

"Mammon's Jackpot": Golden tequila cocktail with success-flavor notes

"The Greedy Glow": Gold-flecked specialty for Mammon

"Royal Sunset": Inspired by Diavolo (never served)

"Starlit Memory": Memorial drink for Alex, made on his birthday

Magical Properties

Color-changing effects

Minor healing properties

Mood-enhancement capabilities

Magical ingredient incorporation

Dream-touch elements

Character Traits

Strengths

Emotional intelligence

Protective instincts

Creative talent (both art and mixology)

Direct communication

Loyalty to friends

Vulnerabilities

Survivor's guilt

Tendency to overprotect

Difficulty accepting praise

Uses profanity as emotional shield

Insomnia and anxiety

Quotes

"Listen here, you stuck up son of a bitch- I don't give a damn if you're the Avatar of Pride, you can't just treat people like that!"

"You know what's fucked up? Sometimes it's easier talking to the literal Prince of Hell than it was talking to my best friend."

"Your father can fuck right off with those expectations. You're doing your best, and that matters."

"Yes, you're a scumbag, but you're MY scumbag, now sit down and let me make you something special."

"For fuck's sake Mammon, you don't just slam premium whiskey like it's cheap shots!"

Agni's Character Journey

Learning to balance protection with allowing others their agency

Processing grief and guilt

Finding love while carrying past trauma

Understanding the difference between caring and controlling

Discovering how to be vulnerable again after loss

[illusivewritings]

distanced - yoru x reader

chapter 1.5: have you heard?

distanced masterlist | ch1 | ch1.5 | ch2

synopsis: just a filler chapter, kinda? i mean there is lore... ahaha. mostly in format of the characters texting, regular writing format later on. the friends talk amongst themselves about their newcomer, and what could possibly be of speculation?

warnings: fem!reader, artist!reader, modern au, college au, cursing, mutual pining, yearning, yoru may be ooc, maybe everyone is ooc tbh, nerds yapping, heartbreak mention, eventual 18+ content, long distance relationship, online setting, intentionally lowercase

a/n: i wrote half of this this while at work… i have yoru brainrot… also if u can guess who y/n’s ex is i’ll give u a cookie :p hint: he’s a fairly popular agent, i think. has great fashion sense too ;3 anyway, i hope u lovelies enjoy!!!

## fic below the cut! ##

cloverfly

hey, jett? reckon we can have a chat about your little friend?

jettstorm

yea sure what’s up

don’t tell me u get bad vibes from her i’ll burst into tears vro

she’s my best friend clove i promise she’s awesome

cloverfly

XD what? no not at all!

i find her quite charming, her skye and i were in the art channel showing each other our stuff last night

jettstorm

oh, phew okay 😅😅 i’m glad to hear that!!!

so then what’s up??

cloverfly

i just wanted to kinda ask if you could… idk, give star a heads up about yoru?

especially after the fiasco between him and skye?

she and i had talked about it in private, and decided i’d dm you

jettstorm

oh yeah

bro can i be honest

skye coming out as a lesbian fr saved her because WHAT was bro thinking cheating on her like that 😭😭

LIKE SKYE IS GORGEOUS???

i love the guy as a friend but wow is he a shitty partner

even if skye and him ended on ok-ish terms…

as okay as it can be for her to come out as gay and boom it turned out he cheated anyway 💀

cloverfly

that’s exactly why i want you to warn star

i was lowkey doing some stalking last night because i’m nosy

jettstorm

wtf do u mean 🥀

cloverfly

ohh you knoowww…

i just saw on val they were in a party together until… like really late last night in ur timezones i think

jettstorm

what ! 😀

cloverfly

yeah, look at his alt’s career history and hers 😭 they were playing for a good while

again, maybe he was just teaching her but

idk i just don’t trust the guy, esp with a new girl

i mean, also considering his background

jettstorm

yeah ur right :/

i’m gonna go msg her rn then

boutta interrogate the fuck outta her!!!!

bcs no MAN is gonna break my girl’s heart!!!!!

cloverfly

speaking of men and relationships

how are u and phoenix? :3

jettstorm

damn that’s my cue to go

my couch needs to be watered and walked brb

cloverfly

JETT.

OMG CMONNN U ALWAYS DO THISSSIIS 😭😭

jettstorm

meow :3

my fault.

i’ll leave.

cloverfly

yeah ok LFMAOAO 😭

————

jettstorm

y/n

y/n

wakey wakey my lovely y/n it’s 12:30 in the afternoon

Y/NNNN

oooo you wanna answer me soooo baaddd ooooo

omg you rly did hang w him for that long didn’t you

you never wake up after 9 am even on weekends u granny

WAKE UUUPPP

starphire

omg

i’n awake whag do yuo want from me

jettstorm

good morning sunshine!!!!!

what did you do last night 😇

starphire

nothing much tbh

i played valture with yoru and we watched anime together

jettstorm

😀!?

starphire

what?

jettstorm

we need to call. like

right now

starphire

uh

okay give me a sec to go to my pc

jettstorm

okkk :3

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isolated

who’s the new girl in the server?

y0ru

jett’s childhood friend or something

wanna q comp?

isolated

don’t think i can with you

dropped down to asc 2 since i’m washed

y0ru

how the fuck did you go from radiant to asc2 in a week

isolated

finals are kicking my ass and i haven’t been performing well either

ever since i got wrist surgery i’m total ass

y0ru

maybe if you let it heal first before you grind comp

isolated

you’re right but i got greedy since i was going to hit rank 200

also have been playing league a lot instead

y0ru

ew

isolated

anyway did you meet her?

y0ru

jett’s friend?

isolated

yeah

y0ru

yea us three queued up swifts together last night

after jett got off it was just her and i

isolated

oh wow, alone? that’s impressive, moving on

y0ru

?

isolated

you know, from skye

y0ru

i don’t even think about skye like that

we both made mistakes, what’s done is done, we’re chill now

even if, i’m not looking for someone rn

isolated

uh huh, yeah

so you hanging out with jett’s friend for hours on end is totally not suspicious considering your track record with girls

y0ru

we hung out and i taught her stuff on val

literally nothing happened, i’m not some freak

isolated

whatever you say

just know phoenix is gonna grill you on this when he hears abt it

y0ru

wdym by that? ‘hears about it’?

isolated

clove may or may not have told me about this entire thing

they stalked your career profile, along with the new girl’s

and you know how they are about yapping… can’t keep a thing to themselves lol

y0ru

for fucks sake

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starphire

hey

i wanted to thank you for hanging out with me last night :) i had fun!

joining the server was really nerve-wracking, to be honest, but you were cool

y0ru

it’s no problem

lmk if you want to continue jjk or q val whenever

starphire

i will! :D

gtg now since sunnie’s callin :P byee

y0ru

alr

————

neonbluu

i bet my bank account phoenix and jett are together already

gekkonekko

you don’t even have to bet if it’s so obvious 🥀

cloverfly

ok how about this

you both owe me money if they already met up behind our backs

if they haven’t before the end of the month, i owe you two money

neonbluu

oh hell yeah

gekkonekko

ok but it’s so obvious they have something… 😑

who else would be fun to bet on…

cloverfly

if i say who i’m thinking of i’d get jumped 👼

neonbluu

was gonna say harbor and astra but aren’t they literally married… like irl…?

gekkonekko

yeah they’re married

cloverfly

they literally met us a week after their marriage you dummy

neonbluu

ok MY BAD for being human bro

gekkonekko

what about iso and star?

neonbluu

?????????????

cloverfly

have they even interacted… at all…

like ur delusional i think

gekkonekko

i kinda am because i want him to myself i just want to make sure 😓

cloverfly

gekko make a move challenge impossible

gekkonekko

alr bro

neonbluu

if anything i’d say yoru and star

cloverfly

no fr!!!!

they literally spent like 5 hrs together first day meeting like are we serious rn!!!! yoru never hangs w any of us after three hrs at most 😭

neonbluu

FIVE? oh i didn’t know it was that bad ☹️

gekkonekko

FIVE?????

oh nah

this fool is gonna break that girl’s heart 🥀

neonbluu

pretty sure clove told jett to warn her anyway

i’d never wish yoru to be anyone’s partner considering his history w them … 😕

even if skye forgave him because she ended up finding out she wasn’t into guys and broke it off, cheating is still a grimey thing to do

cloverfly

no fr

let’s just hope we’re reaching

anyway, dnd session anyone? 😝

neonbluu

yes wait let me get iselin and hazal

@ us in the dnd channel in the server

gekkonekko

god i hope i don’t roll a 1 every turn i get again 🙁

________

“so, yeah, that’s what happened.” sunwoo finishes her lore dump. you’re left to sit in the boiling pot she brewed for you— it was a lot to digest. yoru, someone who you had believed to be a new potential close friend, was a playboy who you have to now be careful of… why? it’s not like you two did anything last night. hell, you forgot you were watching anime with him because of how quiet he was. it was only until he asked if you wanted to hop back on the game that you remembered you in fact weren’t alone.

“you know i’m not looking for a partner, sunnie, right?” you deadpan. “especially not after…” your voice dies in your throat, your heart aching at the thought of your most recent heartbreak. you never let it show to anyone, but even if it was almost three months ago, your wounds were still healing. every time you spoke of anything regarding relationships, it would always make your heart bleed a little bit. your ex’s fingers were intertwined within your soul; getting rid of his impact would be as if you are trying to breathe under water.

so, you tried to let time heal you. sunwoo had tried getting you to confide in her, but it was no use. after trying and trying she’d realized you will come to her about it in due time. she just wished for you to be okay from all of it, from him.

“i know—“ she interjects, already knowing who and what you were going to mention. “i just, i know you get attached easily. i just want you to be careful, n/n.”

sunwoo only ever mentions your nickname in serious conversations. her voice was still as energetic as ever, the worry easy to miss, but you knew her. you knew your sunwoo, and she knew her y/n. she was right, to an extent. but who was she kidding? you’d never be that desperate or lonely enough to fall for a guy online. you knew you were better than that. after your last breakup, you don’t think you can move on— not for a long while.

“alright,” you nod, a heavy sigh following afterwards. “but like i said, i promise nothing sketchy happened last night. he seemed cool.”

sunwoo laughs at your statement. “i cannot believe my ears. ‘yoru’ and ‘cool’ in the same sentence is actually insane!”

you let out a soft giggle. the two of you sat in a comfortable silence until you heard a ping notification coming from sunwoo’s server.

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cloverfly

@/starphire ay babes what’s your insta? i’ve got some art reels i want to show ya!! 🥳

————

“they’re probably going to also commission you art of their dnd character,” sunwoo commented cheerfully. “told you you’d get good customers when you join here!”

you scoffed playfully at her statement. “oh please, i’d draw anything for this group for free,”

“free! ha!” sunwoo laughed again, though this time it sounded sarcastic. “good luck with that! they’ll never except art for free.”

you smiled at that, knowing there would be people who genuinely want to support you whole enjoying your art. it’s a blissful thing to encounter, and if sunwoo’s right, you couldn’t be more happy to have joined her friend group.

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starphire

@/cloverfly my ig is sapphirestarzz but i just post myself, my life, etc </3

i’ve been too nervous to actually make an art account tbh

cloverfly

wait let me in even MORE omg

IS THAT YOU IN YOUR ICON?

UR KIDDING

starphire

what do you mean? 🥲 of course that’s me

jettstorm

IM SAYIJINNGGGG

Y/N IS GORGUYS

GORJUS

GORGEOUS

cloverfly

nah i’m like actually stunned, you’re so pretty star

i requesteddd 😝 LET ME IIINNN 💥💥💥

starphire

i accepted you! and ahh ur so sweet clove, thank you :( <3

cloverfly

ofcc 🤭💞

________

“they’re so nice,” you voice as you accept & return clove’s follow request on instagram. sunwoo agrees and starts talking about how she met clove— but that was all drained out when you saw another two follow requests right after.

one was ‘n3onbluues’, who you’d obviously assumed to be neon. the other by the username of ‘y0rukai.’

you’d swiftly accepted neon’s follow request without hesitation and requested to follow back.your thumb hovered over the second user, already knowing who it is. tapping on the username, you noticed that the page was public. it had very few photos; only three. all followed that dark blue nightly aesthetic; it was pleasing to look at. one was a photo of the night sky with the stars shining bright. another was two stray cats he was petting and feeding on a dark city street. one particular photo you found quite pleasing to stare at was a photo of who you’d assume was the owner of the account.

it was a selfie illuminated by the city lights that hovered over him within the dark path of the night. his hair was messy, worn completely down with a vibrant blue streak mixed along the soft sea of black. his eyes tired and squinting at the camera, brows furrowed slightly but not entirely to be a scowl. his ears pierced with silver studs, and two others can be found that framed his left brow’s arch perfectly. he adorned a scarf and a leather jacket, a dark blue shirt underneath. the only thing you would complain about is the black mask covering half of his face, a mystery yet to uncover. a scratch that needed to be itched— you wanted to see the rest of the photo— the rest of him.

his eyes are so pretty, you thought to yourself.

“y/n?” sunwoo asked, snapping you out of your gaze.

“yeah? sorry, what did you say?” you asked, still looking at your phone. you knew you’d just promised her to be careful with yoru, yeah. and you were— hell, how bad could it be to let him follow you on instagram? it’s harmless, no? friends do that. clove and neon followed you, why can’t yoru?

you accepted yoru’s follow request and followed him back, completing the mutual. you placed your phone face down on your desk next to your keyboard.

“did you wanna play some val with iso, yoru, phoenix and i? we can five stack!” she proposed excitedly.

you smiled and accepted, swiftly prompting you two to move to the server’s main voice channel.

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a/n: hihiii thank u sm for reading this little filler-ish chapter ily <3 i hope you enjoyed!! i’ll try and post the next chapter later this week bcs i want. to write yoru yearning so bad…!!! sighs dreamily… anyway, have a good day!! <3

[presidentkittycherk]

70s au!!!

literally just made a post in my community that i was too angry to make anything for it cuz i missed the 70s au vibes from college but guess what im back asl cuz nikklepoilled sent me the cutest art of 70s au hehe

SO mini lore explanation:

the christmas party happened. aaron came to the office party and brought john and it was a messssssss ill write morre abt it later. eliza brought alexander home for the holidays and the same went down as usual: alex tries to fuck angelics and angelica don tgive a damn hellllll.

peggy failed her first semseter at college and ong the only person who know is angelica and angelica told peggy that if she doesnt work as her lab assistant she gona tell their dad sooo thats drama.

(posted in another post but peggy just started college and angelica works in a reasearch lab :P they lowkey a fun duo like pinky and da brain sigh) MORE ABOUT THEM HEREEE

..

new years eve its a blast at da gay club evb has fun no drama until its new years kiss time n laf dont wanna make out n public n herc like y? laf like i dont wan them to think were fr... and herc like WHAT? we be fuckin almost evey night what tf u mean. we at the gay club what tf u mean. and laf like well i know but theyre not supposed to know!!! and herc looks over at jeffmads kissing he jealous asf but pushes thru. (theres drama here like laf dont wanna make things official cuz he confused asf <but still loyal omm> and herc NOT confused he want laf so bad and they fuck and freak but its just a matter of labels <get it sewing ahah> and herc interacting with jeffmads so much and seeing how public n freaky they are makes him sad.. but laf just doesnt understand.. or does he!)

..

the office comes back for christmas break! and thats when miss maria reynolds walks into their life..

The drama with her is she just got divorced so she needed to get a job and guess what aarons quitting gave the offic an opening for her! she hops in and she immediatley has a queen off with jefferson and then she tries to get with madison (madison was waiting in the closet for jefferson in some sexy lingerie, she coems in like heyyyyy .. wiat.. hes like GET TF OUT shes like oh my god and sees jefferson go in... smth like that) and then the jefmads turn it up to 10000% with freak out of anger!!!, when madison shwos no interest she moves onto hamilton and they start a work affair!!!!!

the drama with THIS is that ANGELICA AND MARIA ARE EXES!!!!! ill write more on how that worked out later cuz i havent elaborated on it too much yet sigh. more about maria here

John and eliza work it out!! in regards to THIS DISPUTE HERE

johsn still iffy and he lowkey mad shes mad at him for not doing anything! she apologises and they make up though. i dont know if this will come to divorce plans? or if shes like well im lowkey over him not butttt i got this baby.... and like idk. idk how i want it to end but theyre good friends again, elizas just asked alex to stop visiting her at work(he still does and every time it ends TERRIBLEEYYY)

amd burr is lurking.... hes about to do something drastic....

okay thats all sigh... been thinking some but not that much........ pierre came into my life and my schedules been busier..... sleepwalker au got me fighting a html war.....

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also! anyone who wants to join the 70's au community LET ME KNOWWWW rn i only have a few people that i talk to more reglarly in it, but let me know if youre interested! i do request you be 18+ cuz i be talking about freak shit and in a more private area liek that i would prefer adults only :3 thank uuuuuuu (and ill obs still post shit on my main, thats just a more dedicated area for conversation and play meheh)

[goldenkwilde]

wait, is that KITTY WILDE? they kinda look a lot like SYDNEY SWEENEY, don’t they? i heard the TWENTY-ONE year old is known as the SOCIALITE around mckinley. it seems like they auditioned to be in THE TROUBLEONES which is so lame? people at campus have said they’re BEAUTIFUL, but don’t be fooled since they’re also CRUEL. rumor has it, you can find them at CHEERIOS AND CELIBACY CLUB when they aren’t belting show tunes. their entire vibe revolves around AN IMMACULATE SOCIAL MEDIA FEED, ICE-COLD EYES THAT CAN FIND AND EXPLOIT YOUR WEAKNESSES WITHIN SECONDS, THE PERFECT CHERRY RED LIP GLOSS but no one pays attention to that here in ohio.

HEADCANONS

All of Kitty’s life has revolved around being perfect. Her father was an extremely successful entrepreneur, and her mother was your typical trophy wife, so Kitty was expected to be the immaculate trophy daughter. She largely took it in her stride, and her mixture of familial wealth, inherited ruthlessness, and the most devastatingly beautiful face her small town had ever seen was the perfect concoction to be mutually adored and feared throughout her adolescence.

(Sexual assault TW) When Kitty was eleven years old, she was assaulted at a sleepover by her friend’s older brother. Being generally maladapted to deal with her own emotions, as well as wrestling with a lifetime of religious shame, Kitty never breathed a word of it to anyone, choosing instead to pretend that it hadn’t happened and enacting her indirect revenge on her abuser’s sister. She tells herself that it’s fine and that she’s moved on, but the truth is that she’s never been further than a chaste makeout session, and it’s not because of the cross she wears around her neck as armour.

Despite this, Kitty has a reputation, and not one that most people would be happy with. It doesn’t bother her though, and she’s never found herself in a situation feeling pressured to engage in any activities she wasn’t enthusiastic about- not that any guy who valued his face remaining intact would ever try to pressure her. She’s never attempted actual dating; her romantic involvements have been sporadic and commitment-free, despite some genuinely trying otherwise. Any desire for a relationship is spurred on by her image than any genuine feelings.

The need to be perfect still permeates Kitty’s entire existence- at least, that is, the need to appear perfect. She wakes up at 5 am every morning to complete her 18-step skincare, haircare, and makeup routine as well as squeeze in an hour at the gym before class. Her flawless GPA has never wavered for a moment, despite a manicured Instagram feed that shows her at every party within a 20 mile radius of Lima, occasionally also taking private flights to LA and New York for more exclusive events. Kitty’s life is the stuff of legends, but you’d be hard-pressed to hear her describe herself as ‘happy’.

BASICS

full name: christina “kitty” elyse wilde pronouns: she/her nicknames: k hometown: sun valley, idaho birthday & age: october 7th / 21 years old relationship status: single sexuality: straight, but not narrow occupation: student at mckinley arts college sports/clubs: cheerio, celibacy club glee club: the troubletones major: fashion design

CONNECTIONS

hunter clarington: turns out you can't have the most insane hots and sexual tension with someone like that without eventually catching feelings. kitty's never been very good at being a girlfriend but for hunter? she's damn sure gonna try.

quinn fabray: the candle on kitty's altar bears the holy image of quinn fabray.

marissa gardner: kitty tortured her in high school. still does every now and then.

kurt hummel: the most unlikely pair at mckinley, but he's one of the few people in her design classes that don't make her want to scream

dottie kazatori: kitty’s charity case, but she’d be lying if she said she felt total disdain for the girl.

ryder lynn: you know when you break up with a situationship because he chose a catfish but then six months later you trauma bond and are now friends?

madison mccarthy: madison's most common reaction from kitty is an eye roll but what kitty would never admit is that they're friends.

sugar motta: sugar cheered her on while she poured sand over aaron tomson's head in kindergarten. they've been joined at the hip ever since.

sebastian smythe: friends, but if you ever see a knife in kitty’s back, check sebastian’s kitchen drawer first.

jeff sterling: when kitty joined sterling silver she’d hoped for a slightly more chilled-out frontman.

open to any other ideas for connections!

[loststarphounix]

Soudam/FuyuSoudam Fic: Walls Could Talk

Title: Walls Could Talk

Fandom: Dangaronpa

Pairing: Souda Kazuichi/Tanaka Gundham, Kuzuryuu Fuyuhiko/Souda Kazuichi

Summary: Fuyuhiko can hear them. Despite the fucking sound proof walls, he can hear them. It’s almost every night and he doesn’t know if he can take it anymore. Inspired by Walls Could Talk by Halsey

Tags: explicit, voyeurism, trans!Kazuichi

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“Ah!”

Fuyuhiko’s ears twitched. It was barely audible, but he definitely heard the quiet moan that drifted into his bedroom. He felt his already present flush deepening as his body responded hearing Kazuichi, one of best friends, moaning as he’s about to get fucked. It took every ounce of his strength just to quietly sidle up to his headboard, making damn sure the bed didn’t creak.

“A-aaah…fuck~”

They were starting a little later than usual, it was well past the night curfew. That meant only one thing: it was gonna be the night. The night they were actually gonna fuck. 

Fuyuhiko’s breath came out in a stuttering hiss at the realization - his heart pounding loudly in his chest. His cock strained against the waistband of his boxers as he trailed a teasing hand down his chest - fingers lightly brushing his already quivering stomach to wrap them around his length and squeeze.

His blue-green eyes shutter as another moan filters through the wall by his head.

Fuck, what did I do to get like this?  He chastises, smothering a groan as he moves his hand up the length of cock; thumb smearing the pre cum as lubricant.

How it happened was majorly due to an oversight. When one thinks about it, it’s actually pathetically funny.

Hope’s Peak Academy prided itself on being state of the art - the best of the very best. It prided itself on being able to provide and sustain every known talent known to man; from something seemingly mundane to the extraordinary. If it was a talent to be explored and utilized to the best of its abilities, then Hope’s Peak had it. 

Several buildings dedicated to sciences and arts; to the physical, mental and theoreticals of all life itself. All were housed behind its impenetrable gates. And it was possible thanks to the ample and very generous donations and stipends the school somehow always manages to score every fiscal year and it showed in every nook and cranny of the couple several hundred dozen acres of land. 

It was a juggernaut. A titan.

The only thing of its kind.

And knowing that, it was inevitable that something as big and as money guzzling as Hope’s Peak Academy, would have tiny - barely a threat to the structure - dents. Tiny facial imperfections, if one was feeling generous to call them. Slivers of cracks. Barely blips on the most nitpicky radar.

And the most glaring and - to him - the most unforgivable of them all, was located in Fuyuhiko’s dorm room. 

Many private schools and bigwig one percent colleges fucking wish they had a fifth of what they do in way of student housing: comfortable living spaces that gave allowance to ones talents; the softest bedding and pillows currently in production; high quality furniture worth more than a government official’s yearly income and the latest in technology all in one space. All nice perks for a very elite school - state of the art with frequent upgrades and accommodations. 

But their bread and butter, their highest selling factor, was privacy. Each and every student dorm was insulated with a patent, highly sought after soundproof padding that lined the walls in between each dorm. Created by one of the very first students that attended Hope’s Peak and was later improved upon by them and another student of that time, it was so good at its job that unless someone had their bedroom windows open, they were encased in total silence. 

It was a necessity when one surrounded themselves with individuals who had odd hours or would work well into the night and stop at the crack of dawn for projects and personal pleasure. This was an incentive that put many students at ease that their own work and peace wouldn’t be disrupted by their neighbors. Lord knows Fuyuhiko wouldn’t hesitate to kill a fucker if his sleep was being constantly interrupted.

Or at least, that’s how he felt about almost two months ago before the incident happened.

The night had started out normally enough: Fuyuhiko was in his room getting ready for bed. Since the start of his first year, Fuyuhiko had had his bed moved away from its previous position of being right under the glass bay windows, to be on the other side of the room comfortably by a corner. 

His friends questioned him on it, but stopped when he snapped back defensively about the changeup. Being the sole heir of the largest yakuza clan made one a tiny bit paranoid, so fucking what? Glass shards and silk sheets do not mix well.

And since he had to move the bed, the blond had to move other things around to accommodate - tv, desk etcetera. That's where his new friends came in -they were pretty handy when they weren’t being nosy sons of bitches. But the bed was his task after Kazuichi and Hajime moved the desk, tables and chairs out of the way; mainly due to his blatant distrust of people being near and possibly tampering with the bed he slept with.

He knows the other three wouldn’t do that to him, but habits dying hard and all that shit. And him situating his bed, is how he first came across the weak wall. The wall looked the same as the others, so he wasn’t clued in to any obvious signs or tells. He simply set up his bed and tidied up his room after kicking his friends out. 

Fast Forward  a few months later, and his Hope Peak career officially started, his friends became his best friends somehow. It was after 8, maybe 9 when his workload for the week was finally finished. 

Pushing away from the oak table, the blond raised his arms above his head and stretched. A weary yawn escaped him as he began to shuffle the papers into a manilla folder before placing it into the upper right drawer. He pushed away from the desk with a groan, deciding that he finally earned a break. 

One hot shower later, Fuyuhiko felt refreshed as he flopped onto the immaculate bed, his towel pooling underneath him. He shivered slightly at the slight difference in temperature, laying there as he entertained the thought of searching for Peko, but with it so late, he didn’t think she would still be up. He was considering saying fuck it and getting dressed anyway, when he heard the faint sounds of a door slamming and stomping noises and frowned.

What the fuck? He thought, turning to his side to face the wall.

Voices filtered through the room, their tone and volume slightly off but still discernible.

“- knew I liked Miss Sonia and you still-!”

“Foolish fiend-”

Oh fucking great, Rolling his eyes, he turned away. 

Any good mood he had was chased away in irritation by hearing Kazuichi and Gundham fucking Tanaka bickering like old maids. Fucking Christ!

Why the hell was Tanaka even in Kaz’s room? The mechanic probably pulled some kind of stupid stunt to get Sonia’s attention again and the other forced his way in. And Kaz, the pushover that he is, just let him do it too, most likely. Dumbass.

“Cease your infernal yapping, dog!”

“Make me, Hamster Boy!”

Fuyuhiko glared hatefully at the corner wall, sneering when the voices grew even louder in volume. 

Why the hell can I even hear these bastards? I thought these rooms were soundproof or some shit!

Huffing, he moved to bang the wall to get them to shut up, when he heard something heavy slam against it in a heavy thud and froze. What sounded like wrestling and muffled cursing has him staring wide-eyed in disbelief.

Holy shit were they actually fighting?

Now he wondered what the hell Kazuichi did now - cause Gundham was too much of a damn softy to resort to violence as his first response. Maybe the mechanic finally made him snap.

Just as fast as it started, it ended and all he heard in the resounding silence was muffled heavy breathing. It lasted so long that he jumped when heard the breeder’s voice, dark and booming.

“You are the most insufferable mortal!”

“Back at you, dickhead!” Kazuichi yelled back.

And then, there was sounds of a different kind coming from that room - wet, soft smacking noises and sighs and -

Oh. 

Oh HELL no!

Fuyuhiko could only stare at the wall, face twisted. Those fuckers were not making out after trying to throttle each others. Fucking idiots.

At first, all he could do was lay there as they continued to kiss, completely oblivious to the imaginary audience behind their wall. He tried to cover to ears to block out the noise, but somehow the sounds of their making out became louder, until he couldn’t take it anymore and flopped back on the bed in simmering anger. As the young yakuza tried to figure out what the fuck he should even do in this situation, when a low moan shattered his thoughts.

“Fuck!” There was a sound of scrambling and Fuyuhiko felt more than heard Kazuichi press his weight against the headboard against the wall. “Oh fuck we shouldn’t be doing this! Right?! I mean - you’re dating Sonia-”

Oh so now she’s Sonia, that’s fucking rich. Fuyuhiko scoffed and gave the wall an incredulous look as the breeder interjected.

“I have already reiterated that the She-Cat and I are not romantically involved. My cursed heart was already stolen by a childish, impulsive mortal who may speak of desisting in this ritual, but even now still has his hand on my crotch.”

Fuyuhiko had to smother a snort as he nodded his agreement as Kazuichi tried to stammer out a reply. Like he said: those fucking idiots.

“I- well - fuck how are this big.” 

There was a quiet groan and he imagined the mechanic had just jerked the other off through his pleather pants. He could just see it now: that pink haired idiot just sitting there, mouth gaped open like a caught trout as he runs his thumb up and down the length of the trapped cock with his eyes wide and the dark with desire as he rubs the growing wet spot -

Fuyuhiko didn’t realize that he was actually rubbing his thumb against the head of dick until he looked down at the thin line of pre that connected them. He stared at his hand, horrified.

When did he get hard?

What the fuck -

“- choke me.” Came a breathless whimper.

He jumped, surprised at the last bit of words. Since when did he zone out?

“I must admit that while that sounds lovely…your fangs deter me from doing so.”

Seriously Kaz? You were gonna give the man a blowjob with your rows of fucking shark teeth?

“I wouldn’t bite you! I can prove it too - theres not a single indent on my dildos.”

There was a moment of stunned silence and like -

Now the thought of his pink haired friend going to town giving a dildo a blowie filtered through his mind's eye - drool dribbling out the corners of his mouth as he worked up and down the plastic toy before curling his stupidly long tongue around the width. His cock swelled at the thought and bounced against his lower stomach, now full mast and aching.

What the fuck is happening?!

There’s some things that you should never learn about a friend. Even if his body was acting like a traitor, the bastard. Fuyuhiko was almost too busy glaring at his half hard cock that he missed the breeder’s breathless and…nervous? The hell? - chuckle.

“Another time perhaps. For now, I want your complete and utter attention.”

Kazuichi sounded breathless as well, so it was hard to tell if he was chuckling or groaning. But Fuyuhiko figured he was doing both. “Sounds good to me.”

 And then the sounds of kissing resume, this time louder and with whimpers and groans interlacing. The yakuza sat on his bed, momentarily stuck in limbo as he listened to their growing urgency and his mind tried to decide whether to bang his hand on the wall or just try to find some headphones, when the kissing stop and Kazuichi sounded…worried? Scared?

The fuck did that goth freak do? They were seemingly good a moment ago! It made his pale chest redden in anger.

Before he could get himself worked up to grab a pit of shorts to run over and beat some pale skinny ass, he hears Kazuichi’s small, fragil voice.

“Just…don’t freak out, ok?”

If Gundham replied, it was too low to hear or it was no verbal, but the yakuza spent the last few seconds in agony as the occupants in the other room became silent. It feels like an eternity before Gundham’s deep voice vibrates through his he air.

“I see. The realm has denied you your true vessel.”

Fuyuhiko blinked.

The fuck does that mean? He thought incredulous at the taller teens weird speech pattern. 

At least he wasn’t the only one - Kazuichi sounded as exasperated as the yakuza felt.

“That - you know what, let’s go with that. Yeah I…I was born in the wrong ‘vessel’.” 

Oh. 

Oh.

When it clicked in his brain, he felt stupid that it never occurred to him why Kaz got so upset as he did. It wasn’t like Fuyuhiko didn’t know Kaz was trans - him and Hajime had a weird “dual coming out” moment one day where one needed help getting injected with testosterone that at the time Fuyuhiko thought was drugs when he accident entered the room just as Hajime plunged the syringe in the mechanics thigh.

A completely awkward clusterfuck, but he accepted them - honestly he always forgets that aspect of one of his best friends. It didn’t matter that he used to be a girl.

Stupid, clumsy Kazuichi was simply stupid, clumsy Kazuichi.

But, he conceaded to himself with a slight grumble, that wasn’t true for most. And Gundham ever gave him shit about it Fuyuhiko would deal with him.

“-I just didn’t want you to think that I wasn’t interested.”

Fuck. He had zoned out and missed the rest of the conversation. Gundham replied, and the smug, loaded way his voice whispered out into the air made Fuyuhiko’s arms break out in goosebumps.

“Believe me my dear, your interest is obscenely obvious.”

Was it weird listening to one of your friends continue to make half ass excuses as the sounds of fabric rustling gives way to the wetter noise of flesh? 

Abso-fucking-lutely.

But to actually imagine it all - the lips forming both soft and loud sounds and dark pink eyes and sweat slick skin -

No one will ever know that shit.

There was a different kind of wet squishing sound and -

Oh fuck he was listening to his best friend getting fingered. And his damn cock refused to go soft - instead twitching almost in time to the sound of breathy sighs and high pitch whines. He didn’t know when his hand encircled his erection - it just seemed to suddenly materialize there and give the tiniest bit of friction that left him aching.

Then he heard something that made his entire pale body flush as bright and vibrant as the mechanic’s bubblegum pink hair.

“It’s just - I don’t wanna crush you-“

A long, breathy noise sighed loudly into the air and Fuyuhiko could just imagine that Gundham did something - switch their positions if the faint sounds of the bed creaking was anything to go by - before he spoke.

“To expire due to your heavenly thighs, is as close to Nirvana as one can hope to achieve. In simpler terms: let me die, Kazuichi.”

And then the pink haired teen got louder and fuck -

Fuyuhiko didn’t know what was going on. His hand was speeding up, trying to match the speed of Kazuichi’s raising voice until his vision whited out; eyes rolling to the back of his head as he came all over his stomach.

It took a long moment for him to regain his senses, but when he did, the yakuza panicked. What if they had heard him? Fuck he would be called out as a bigger pervert than goddamn Teruteru.

But sounds came crashing down on him like a tidal wave and he realized that he was - thankfully - still undetected as the mechanic babbled his way to his orgasm.

It was quiet for a few moments and he foolishly thought that meant that it was finally over and he could pretend he didn’t hear a single fucking thing.

But then there was the sound of slurping and gagging and his dick gave a halfhearted twitch in response.

“Look how perfect you are - so determined. You can barely take me in your mouth and yet you still try.” 

Oh fuck was he really -

A low grunt filtered into the room and he imagined Gundham settling a hang on Kazuichi’s head as the other sucked his dick.

“I thought they wouldn’t do that tonight.” He muttered absentmindedly, seemingly mystified by the pictures conjured in his mind.

“What a wicked talent you have with that mouth. Our compatriots would ponder on such skills. Perhaps, if you displease me, I’ll let them discover your power.”

It didn’t surprise him that Gundham was a talker during sex as well as in anything else - but shit. Now his cock really tried to stand in attention and the blond stubbornly refused to touch himself. Once was fucking enough before his pride shattered to pieces.

There was a muffled moan - maybe a cry? - before a louder groan overlapped it and his heart hammered hard in his chest.

“Oh but you would love that, wouldn’t you? A bitch in heat has more modesty. Unfortunately for you dog - I am not a willful sharer of my property.”

And that?

Yeah that was it for Fuyuhiko.

The imagine of the breeder looking down at Kazuichi with dark, possessive eyes; hand forcing him down on his cock as he chased his climax was too much to bear and he let out a painful whimper as he hear md him  cum

And in the resounding silence, he continued to sit in the middle of his bed, listening to their harsh breathing peter out to soft snores until he fell backwards with a numbing breath and the starts of a headache forming.

He took him a long time to get up after that to head to his en-suite bathroom to clean up his shame before crawling into his bed. He slept facing the window, willing his body to stop the minuet shocks of pleasures that seemed to refuse to dissipate even what felt like  hours after.

“What the fuck!?” He hissed.

So that’s how it started.

A month later and he still hasn’t filed a complaint to get the wall fixed. So he suffered an entire month of hearing one of his best friends get fucked nearly every night. 

An entire month of sleepless nights and embarrassing dream; an entire month of refusing eye contact with Kazuichi because his mind traitorously circled back on him and Gundham fucking each other’s brains out a few times a week.

Fuck when he knew when he started to have inklings of romantic feelings for Kazuichi - or Gundham? It was complicated as fuckall. But the feelings came and they added a new level of shame into the already boiling pot.

A whole month of talking and hanging out with Kazuichi and soon Gundham and Sonia joining them as the two boys begin their relationship in earnest and watching and soon pinning for something like that - all while knowing how his best friend sounds like when he’s getting finger fucked or eaten out nearly half to death or knowing that the breeder had a massive Service Top kink and was also a fucking talker in bed.

It was insane and what he did during their little alone time in his bed - hours after spending time with them and in their company - was between him, himself and what whatever ran the fucking universe. His dignity and heart can only take so much.

The moans started off low, but grew louder and more frequent. Fuyuhiko lazily stroke himself as he remembered the first day - of how Kazuichi sounded so breathless and fucking needy and that was only because he was getting fingered. 

As the month progressed, the two have been getting closer and closer to the ‘main event’. And each time Kazuichi sounded just like that first time, while Gundham seemed to be getting a bit more vocal as they progressed in their sex life.

It was interesting and somehow stupidly endearing, but the blond knew something was different when he heard the familiar telltale whine from the mechanic.

Harsh panting fills the air suddenly and the whining that used to annoy him now makes his dick twitch. “Come on, Gun! I’ve been a good boy -ugh! Jus- just please-””

“Patience, Cara Mia.” The wet sounds of messy kissing can be heard and the yakuza’s breath stuttered as Gundham continued in a deep, authoritative tone. “You are not the only one eager for this, but you must be prepared for me. I will not be the source of any discomfort or pain to you.”

There was a low, wet noise in the background. Fuyuhiko could imagine the taller teens' spindly long fingers spreading the others cunt wide with each thrust - maybe a thumb gently pressing circles against Kazuichi’s clit, adding just the right amount of pleasure - 

Normally, Fuyuiko wouldn’t have been able to really hear all this, if he hadn’t all but pressed his ear against the wall. So he had a front row seat to all the audible whimpers and gasps as well as getting full snatches of conversations the two would have. As fucked as it sounded, it was damn near music to his ears.

The squishing sounds of the breeder finger fucking the mechanic’s pussy was a near nightly event. Gundham always made Kazuichi come first - something that the blond didn’t mind because he found himself enjoying hearing Kazuichi lose his shit and cum so hard he heard the latter complain of his sheets being soaked.

The sounds quicked for a moment and a low groan answered drowned out whatever the breeder was asking his boyfriend. Gundham tsked, but Fuyuhiko could hear the smug satisfaction behind it. He squeezed his dick, trying to stave off the building pleasure that simply sound surged through him.

“My, but you have become a glutton.” Now the squishing wasn’t so quiet and joined in the sympathy of whimpers and gasps. “Maybe Your Overlord has been too lenient in his mercy. You’re beginning to be disobedient -”

“I’m not!” Was mewled and Fuyuhiko began to stroke himself faster as the other begged. “I can be good. I can be so good!”

Holy fuck, but Kazuichi begging like this is fucking hot. Maybe it was because how breathless and wrecked he could sound just from the slightlest touch, but that shit was like catnip to Fuyuhiko. He forced himself to slow the pace of his strokes and to forcibly still his hips from their minute thrusts into his fist. 

They were just getting started and already he was about to blow his wad.

Jesus Fucking Christ Fuyuhiko, get your shit together. He abashes. It does enough to reign in his eagerness and just in time too.

“Well…I suppose your Master can let your insolence go just this once. But only if you can prove your repentance.”

Then there was the sound of shuffling and ragged breathing before a tearing sound broke the quiet before it happened.

He doesn’t know how he knows, but he felt the moment when Gundham entered Kazuichi- how the air seemed to shift and grow exponentially warmer and the sweat broke out his skin. From the other side of the wall, the ragged breathing gets louder and there’s a subtle squeak from the mattress.

Then the moment is broken with a loud cry.

“Fuck! Gundham please-”

“What is it, Puppy?”

How the fuck could the goth be so damn composed right now?! Fuyuhiko felt he was losing his mind and he wasn’t the one buried deep in the mechanic. Even if his voice was steady, the strain he tried to conceal was blatantly obvious to the yakuza.

The was more creaking, and he could imagine Kazuichi squirming from the new pressure within his body.

“You’re too big - tearing me apart-” The plaintive mew cut off with a scream and the wall thudded with the bed frame making contact with it.

“Silence.” Gundham commanded, not harsh but firm. “Unless you want to be punished, you will be a good boy, and take all of me.”

Another whimper echoed through the wall, but Kazuichi kept all protest silent as he panted through the other entering him. Fuyuhiko wondered what he looked like - debauched most likely. Looking throughly fucked and they haven’t even gotten to the actual fucking. He must have made a pretty sight and he slowly stroked himself to the image behind his eyes as the goth praised his boyfriend.

“Hush now, Kazuichi. Hush. That’s it.” Ragged breathing prevails in the sudden silence, only broken with a few small kissing noises, before he hears the other question in a low hush, “Now, answer me honestly: what is your color?”

“Y-yellow.” The  “Yellow, yellow yellow yellow -! Sir, please-“

There was a pleased rumbled - almost like a fucking purr and it would be hilarious if it wasn’t also kinda hot - before Gundham spoke, pleasure dripping from him like fucking honey.

“Good. So good. My Concubine has done so well. Your honesty pleases me greatly. Take all the time you need.”

And from there, it really started to go. The small, minute squeaking of the bed, grew louder with each minute passing from the initial stages of finding a pace and rhythm they both enjoyed.

The whimpering grew into breathy moans and half cut off curses as the breeder fucked into Kazuichi like he was a man on a fucking mission. Fuyuhiko tried to pace himself to the headboard hitting the shared wall, but gave up and soon went in his pace - one hand fondling his balls and nipples as the other moved in fast strokes. 

And through it all, Gundham praised Kazuichi and talked to him so sweetly that it made the blond’s heart flutter in yearning even as his dick leaked more cum from his near purple head.

“There we are. Look how good you’re being -  serving your Master so well.”

Fuck he sounded like a man drowning. Fuyuhiko’s eyes fluttered closed, imagining those dual color eyes pinning him down with a hooded glare and a wicked grin on his lips.

“Such perfection. What a perfect Princess.”

Kazuichi released a loud, ear piercing moan and it made everything stop. The breath stuttered out of Fuyuhiko, his cock painfully hard as the moan reverberated through his skull, eyes wide.

Holy shit.

It seemed to have an affect on the breeder as well, because he talked, his voice cracked with nearly repressed emotion.

“Did you like that, my dear? Do you like being called Princess?”

There was an attempt at a protest, but they fall silent as the other begins to thrust into him - this time so hard that the headboard actually makes Fuyuhiko’s own vibrate with the intensity. Kazuichi still valiantly tries to deny the accusation, but that’s kinda hard to do when you’re getting fucked so hard the wall is rattling. Fuyuhiko doesn’t hesitant to continue getting himself off.

“S-stop calling me that! Seriously! No fair!” He pants, words breaking with each sobbing inhale.

“Ah, but you tightened around me so deliciously. There is no shame in admitting your true form.”

“N-no-o!” The low mew that sang out made Fuyuhiko’s eyes widen as he imagined the taller sharply thrust into the whimpering mechanic below him. He hand sped up to match the quickened panting.

Gundham sounds like he’s barely holding on, voice harsh and panting as he demands, “Who’s my Princess?”

“I - ah!”

Fuck he sounds so fucking gutted. Kazuichi sounded like he was one step away from babbling incoherently and Fuyuhiko speeds up and begins to thrust into his hand.

“What was that? I’m afraid I could not hear you. Who’s my little, slutty Princess?”

“Me! I’m your slutty princess! Oh fuck, harder!”

The headboard bangs like its trying to slam into his room and connect the dorms. He feels himself getting and he reaches the hand fondling his balls up to pinch at a nipple. And then he hears it - Kazuichi’s telltale pitch shift as it heightens to near ear piercing levels before he starts cumming. He’s cumming for awhile, almost to a near comical length before his voice cracks and crackles into whining gusts of noise that escape his chest.

But the headboard is still banging, which means Gundham hasn’t cum yet. Fuyuhiko marvels at that - how the other somehow held on through the convulsing of the mechanic’s needy hole around his dick. But from the low, near animal grunts that filter through, he probably won’t last long.

Kazuichi probably knows that too, because his cracking voice whispers obscenely,

“Cum inside me! Please babe! Wanna be stuffed. Wanna feel you dripping out-“

And that’s what pushes Fuyuhiko over the edge. The image of Kazuichi as a panting, disheveled mess; begging pleading to be so full of his cum that it leaks out his used pussy, their combined seed just dribbling out and soaking the cotton sheets - is just too fucking much and he has to bite into his hand to try to stifle his loud groans as he spills all over his hand and even his forearm.

He collapses on his bed as a cut off sound, followed by a low, guttural moan that vibrates the entire wall and Fuyuhiko dimly registers Gundham most likely finishing inside the mechanic.

Harsh panting leaves the blond as he tries to control his breathing. The shared afterglow is the best part in his opinion - the quiet after the shared experience feels comforting almost; even if he’s the only one away from it.

Soon, the quiet spell is broken but a breathy chuckle from the other side. The bed creaks again, and he can imagine that the two are cuddling and being all cute and shit.

“Oh man! I can’t feel my hips, dude.”

“A-apologies, my Paramour. I fear I may have been too far gone to notice your discomfort.”

“Discomfort? Nah, dude that was fucking hot! I’m gonna feel you all day tomorrow. Thank fuck it’s Sunday I can just stay in bed all day.”

“Hmmm. We can enjoy a lazy day of rest. I have not done so in quite some time.”

“You wanna stay the night? I wouldn’t mind.”

“I’m gonna take a shower. You wanna join me?”

“In a moment. I must regain my composure before we are in such close proximity again.”

“Like shower sex is a bad thing.”

“With your clumsiness, that would only end in disaster.”

“Fine. Just don’t take too long, the water’ll get cold.”

And then the sounds of Kazuichi’s retreating feet, sluggishly brings Fuyuhiko back from his pleasure-fueled daze. He lays there, considering if he should just forgo his usual dry clean up and shower himself, when he freezes at the sound of his name.

“Are you still there, Kuzuryuu?”

Cold sweat brings goosebumps up Fuyuhiko’s neck. He stares at the wall, mouth opened in muted horror at the painfully dull beige coloring.

No fucking way -

“I know you can hear me. I had thought I was going mad until I heard your pitiful attempts to smother your moans. Did you have your fill?”

Shame and guilt war with the shock and anger that curdle in his stomach, chasing away the pleasant feeling he basked in mere moments before. He scrambles away from the wall, feeling as though a hole would appear and swallow him whole.

“I - I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

He would spin this. Maybe this was the first time that he was actually heard. If so, he could play dumb and act like none of this fucking happened and it could be a kept secret between him and his best friend’s boyfriend. And it wasn’t like Gundham would use it against him- he’s not that kind of person -

But all that hope was dashed away, when the other continued.

“Come now. This corner of the walls has a weakness in the foundation-since you can hear us it’s only natural that the same for us is true.”

Well….fuck.

If Gundham knew this long, why the fuck didn’t he say anything?!  Was this all for his amusement and at Fuyuhiko’s expense? Laugh it up with Kazuichi or some shit?

Oh fuck! Did he tell Kazuichi?!

“Do not fret - I can smell the fear radiating off you. Kazuichi is not aware that you have heard us.”

“And how long have you known?” There was no point denying it now - not when it was so obvious the other had him backed in a corner.

“Only a short time.”

Fuyuhiko banged his head against the headboard, all pretense of pretending not to eavesdrop, vanishing with his sagging shoulders. He hits his head against it for good measure. Of course it would go both ways. Why didn’t he ever think it would? Is stupid contagious or something?

His silent lamenting was interrupted by Gundham, who quietly cleared his throat in a bid to recapture the others' attention.

“I must admit,” The breeder began, “that at first I was very vexed at the idea of unworthy mortals bearing witness to such a private ritual between my Paramore and I. However, the knowledge that you could hear us and my claim on Kazuichi grew on me until I began to….anticipate our nightly passions whenever we retired to his private domicile.”

Fuyuhiko tilted his head back just enough to stare incredulously at the white colored wall.

The fuck does that mean? 

“If you are amiable, I would not mind ensuring you are more…involved in my and my Hearts private sessions.“ Gundham offered, his tone taking on a more light, expecting tone.

The yakuza’s eyes widened as he wheeled back, landing his bear ass in some of his cooling cum. He stared hard at the wall, thinking he must have misheard or something - cause there ain't no way this bastard just - wait, invited him into their sex life? 

This can’t be happening.This can’t be fucking happening!

Fuyuhiko didn’t realize he was muttering this out loud until Gundham silenced with a quick, hard knock against the shared wall.

“Do not misunderstand me, fool! I am bound to Kazuichi in both body and soul. I have never felt the need to stray from his side. However…we have discussed perhaps having a third involved with our rituals every now and again.”

“And what- he’d be ok with me - his other best friend - hooking up with him and his boyfriend?!” Fuyuhiko hissed.

This couldn’t be real life. Gundham was such a possessive idiot when it came to Kazuichi. There is simply no way he’s offering this to the blond now, even if hes traitorous dick twitches in interest at the prospect.

Seemingly unmoved by the others plight, the taller teen continued, voice even and calm in his certainty, “My Hell Rose is most agreeable to exploring his body and experiences of carnal pleasure. Plus, you have the ability to make him feel safe when I am unable to. Additionally, he has willingly admitted to a small crush he had developed for you prior to our courtship. He would not be put off if you decided to join us.”

“This is is crazy. You’re crazy.”

All he got was a hum in response, before he heard the rustling of sheets being moved as the other made to get out of bed.

“Think on it,” Gundham offered - commanded really, the fucker, “there’s no rush. Take as much time as you need to come around and seek me out with your answer. But I believe you will make the right choice.” 

There a pause, before he continued, voice husky and deep and all satisfied and - fuck! His dick really needs to take the fucking back seat.

“Personally, I would love to see him choking on your dick. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must bathe.”

And with that finally ‘what the fuck’ statement, Gundham’s footsteps faintly retreated towards the others bathroom. It was quiet for a few long moments. Fuyuhiko cleaned himself up with a washcloth he brought out of his bathroom earlier in preparation for a night that did not go the way he had planned.

Gundham’s proposal circled around his lazily like a moth or buzzard - it ensnared his whole attention so thoroughly that he failed to hear the couple return to bed until he heard Kazuichi complaining about another set of his sheets being ‘ruined’.

So he worked on throwing his boxers and washcloth into his hamper - quietly because just because the goth knew didn’t mean Kazuichi did - and silently settled himself in bed. He curled into himself, back resolutely facing the weak spot where low moaning and sounds of wet kissing echo loudly like a clock chime. Again, he felt his dick twitch in interest again and he groaned quietly into his pillow.

There was no way he was going to get any sleep tonight.

God fucking dammit.

End

[muddypyro]

How long have you been making pottery, and how on God’s green earth do you get them so thin, particularly the ones with the thin necks?

That's a funny answer. I first went to school for architectural engineering, but immediately switched majors to graphic design, which I did for 3 years. Then I transferred to a different school because I could not afford my last year (a private Christian college where I was still very actively paying the gay away 🙄🌈), and was told at my new school by the art dean that I was a disgrace to the whole department. TBH my art really was dog shit to this point. But I had taken a pottery class at my first college, and it seemed to come naturally, and I was told that *maybe* I could still study art if I tried for ceramics. My dad had told me I was wasting my time doing pottery, which added fuel to prove everyone wrong. Also started learning that maybe I could be authentically me without the religious mess. A year later, the dean apologized because my first year review went so damn well that I had professors fighting over items they wanted to buy. So I kept it up. 3 more years, and I dropped out of school because I am textbook definition of unconventional, equally a benefit and demise. I was getting pretty good then, but started on a new path in life [a lot of personal baggage that doesn't need to be presented here]

And then last year I started playing with clay again after 9 years of avoiding it. I don't know how I can do this either. It's kinda fucked up but like the only thing that goes right haha. I may be a total recluse and neurodivergent disaster, but making pottery is something that fits me just right.

So, about ~4ish years, in broken up time, making pottery. And now non-stop for the rest of my time on this damn green earth. Practice is always helpful too!

[werebutch]

certified major loser here‼️im 20, been in college since i was 15, should have a bachelors degree already and very much do not, we rockin w an AA and technical program. i’ve dropped out like three times 💪 im not sure what college situation you’d be in (community vs uni, state vs private) but honestly the biggest things i’ve learned from trying and failing a LOT is that… it’s all chill. everyone’s at least a little scared and confused, mistakes are part of the learning experience, not knowing smth or asking a question doesn’t result in a duolingo bird level instakill (idk if that even made sense). there’s more of a sense of community than not because we’re all pretty much in the same boat. a lot of profs are nerds about what they teach and want you to know about it very very badly bc of that (i.e., ask questions. all of them. any that pop into ur head). i wrote a paper about Lil Nas X for cultural anthropology and my prof remembered me two years later. there is an incredible amt of freedom: with most general degrees, you can take whatEVER the FUCK u want roughly whenever the fuck you want so long as it falls into natural science, math, social sciences/humanities, or phys ed. you are more than allowed to drop a class, change your major, take more or less credits than expected, graduate a term early or late, pretty much anything. go ham. like 80% of my elective credits by choice were biology classes. queer lit was a baller time and counted for english cred. i’m gonna wrap this up bc it’s so long— don’t take anything before 9am (you’ll suffer), check the credit requirements early on so u have a vague idea of what to take, ASK FOR HELP WHEN U NEED IT whether it be a prof or advising services or the damn cashier’s office, expect to walk a fucking shit ton if it’s a larger campus, CHECK RATEMYPROFESSORS, enroll as soon as classes open, do NOT shirk your language classes if you didn’t take them in highschool, for the love of god bro don’t take more than a full time course load (15 credits at most institutions). yes, you could probably do it alright, but that is the DEVIL TALKING saying you’ll be fine. sorry this so long but i’ve been doing this so long i have so much to say. if u want more specific advice just say and i’ll be back‼️—local professional loser idiot with no bitches, no money, and a toy car collection

Hi sorry I read this, was comforted, and then didn’t respond..SO SORRY.. I’m doing community but I plan to transfer after 😸 I will probably end up taking a lot of biology and hopefully I’ll get an art class in next year.. right now I only have 4 classes in total cause I tend to be a bad student and I wanna feel it out. LMAO. I’m mostly scared about doing really bad and not being able to keep up with assignments but the only one who can truly help with that is myself SO WE WILL SEE. I’ll try my best. Cause seriously I have no idea what I’ll do if I dont.. thank u for this btw I hope you’re doing well 😸♥️

[inun4ki]

Get to Know Me !

Name: Taro ! I've had many pennames over the years though, oh jesus too many.

Pronouns: They/Them, but I don't really care what you use.

Preference of communication: I use a combination of disco & tumblr IMs. I don't actually have a preference between the two and, as a general rule, I don't particularly like giving out my disco for any reason. I'm a very private person and I don't like the idea of being constantly available to everyone 1000% of the time - this extends to both family and my closest friends. It's not personal by any means, it's just. I know how I am ( very forgetful + problems with ADHD + extremely shy & awkward + also something of a chronic oversharer ), so I figure it's probably best for me to stay in my own lane and not bother too many people - even though there are times I desperately want to talk someone's ear off haha As an aside, I do also roleplay on disco and am usually more than happy to make a server and all that stuff.

Name of muse: Shikabane Kaede

Experience/how long (months/years?): It's been 17-18 years altogether I think for roleplay, but I've been writing in general since kindergarten. For a time, I went to art school ( and college ) for creative writing and got straight A's, which I find hilarious because I have zero technical knowledge. You could ask me what something is for sure and I'll look at you like you have 2 heads, I'm sorry haha That being said, I got my start in the W.arrior cats fandom, was there a couple years before moving onto N.aruto, then D.MC, started to really create my own worlds and such, before I found tumblr. Kind of been here ever since, bouncing around a couple of different fandoms ( chiefly D.MC & M.HA, and now J.JK ! ) as well as fandomless parts of the community.

Best experience: I've met so many wonderful people since I started roleplaying on tumblr ! I met possibly the best friends I'll ever have on hellsite, which is honestly why I keep coming back. I recently came back after a long stint away that I truly believed would be permanent, but I hit a massive wall in my fics and decided to come back, see if that got me back on the horse. It has, just not for fic writing r.i.p. I've been having a good time since I got back, so here's to more good experiences and memories !

RP pet peeves/dealbreakers: I don't have too many, honestly. I'm very flexible and tend to go with the flow on most things. Anything I don't want to see or interact with is automatically filtered out or blacklisted, so I'm cool as a cucumber.

Muse preference (fluff, angst or smut?): I torture Kaede for fun, so as you might expect, I really like angst. In fact, I probably like angst more than romance, but when you throw the two together? Get outta here, gimme all of it ! But more than anything, I like to experiment with different subject matter - sometimes, the darker the better - themes and genres. Kaede is ordinarily a very difficult character to get along with, which ironically makes him very well suited to experimentation ( which is, hilariously, doubly ironic because he's a researcher in his original canon ). That being said, I love writing smut and domestic fluff as well. I love it a lot actually. If you're down, I'm down lowkey

Plots or memes: I enjoy both ! It's easier to interact with me via memes, however, as I like to write drabbles more than anything. That being said, I also love to plot ! I'm a sucker for building worlds and storylines and getting all embarrassingly invested to the point I make playlists and doodle our muses together... Yes, gimme gimme.

Long or short replies: I have a tendency to write more than I really need to for any given reply - very much the person who goes overboard, though it's usually because I let Kaede take the reigns and do what he does. God, even for one-liners, I'll end up typing too damn much. I don't expect anyone to match my length, though. A big part of the reason I write so much is honestly because my writing is very character-driven, so I focus a lot on what Kaede is thinking, feeling, smelling, touching, etc etc.

Best time to write: Mostly when the mood strikes me, which used to be very heavily at night from 10pm - 4am. These days, I wake early as hell, so I'll write throughout the day as inspiration comes to me between housework & work-work.

Are you like your muse: Maybe, to a point. Kaede has a problem communicating his feelings and needs, and I have a similar problem, though that was entirely incidental and I didn't realize it until fairly recently despite having had him as a muse for 8ish years. I am also a dumbass and have a tragic backstory full of Bad Things, but I think that's really where the similarities end haha Well, maybe I can also be something of a brat, but I'm mostly squishy in all aspects of life. I'm baby

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[quinloki]

hi quin~ there's something that has been living rent free in my head, and i want to ask for your opinion cause i think you're very gentle and feet grounded. i've been on law school i got graduated. the past 3 years i've been studying for a public job and everything was doing fine til someone comissioned art from me. i always were the smart and creative kid who was promissed a good future. at college i found out i was pretty avarage adult. (this kinda broke my academic self steem, but thats not the point) i got graduted and stuff, started studying, but i always had something artistic in me. i draw things for myself and friends, i saw this as mere hobby and nothing more. i edited some banners for my husband and streamer friends who plays on a private server of ragnarok online. and someone reached out to comission me. the costumer complimented my creativity and, damn, this did something to my head, since then i cant focus on studying anymore. i just fantasize about pursuing this path. i keep coming back to the feeling when i draw, my heart flows freely. i spoke to my husband and he encouraged me, but i feels weird to leave something behind, idk. what do you think? SORRY FOR THE LONG CONTEXT, i could be more brief, but im not thinking straight.

O_O oh, yes context was helpful.

Alright, well, I’m not like a licensed advice giver, but I can certainly give you my two cents on the matter.

Since you have you spouse’s support my knee-jerk reaction is “go for it!” Because this means the financial burden of being a self-employed artist are minimal for you and your spouse.

I will say that between being a Lawyer and an independent artist, I personally think it’s easier in the long term to be the lawyer. Self-employment is difficult no matter the category, but for the arts and the current decline of valuation of said arts (fuck AI, by the way), financially it is not the easiest path.

But it is very fulfilling.

You already have the degree - and if you didn’t my advice would be at least to ensure you have that - so I don’t see any reason why you can’t at least try.

Put your whole soul into it and give it your best. Reach out to people for help and support and don’t be shy about it. Do your best, and see what happens.

It’s the minimum I would wish for everyone: the ability to pursue your joy over all else.

But it’s rare the stars align, so I wouldn’t let it pass you up. I do suggest you take a moment if you haven’t already and lay out the Practical pros and cons, because the perspective can be useful, but it is - in my opinion and my soul - better to try and fail, than to not even take the risk in the first place.

Especially when you’re in a good place for it.

I do have to add though, “average” at college is still successful at college, and that is a worthy achievement. Don’t deflate it just because it’s not straight A’s or whatever. ^_^ 🥰❤️

[mega-goatboy57]

:)

"2025 is going to be my year!" I say as I just receive the worst news of my life that essentially I can't have a life of my own. My parents rely on my rent check too much so I can't even fucking move out and be independent. No. I have to care for these poor emotionally abusive disabled fuckbags who can't even hold themselves accountable for how they treated me in their lowest moments of stress and anger. While I bust my hump at two jobs that don't even pay me over 2k together. Oh yeah they're swell. I freeze up any time someone raises their voice at me. That's a normal response of someone who was brought up well in a good childhood, right? Not like I smoke and drink to escape anything, like this exact scenario. I fucking called off work because I'd probably just take it out on someone and I didn't want to do that.

No girl wants to be with a guy who still lives with his parents. I'm going to be alone until I'm 40. Fucking joke of a man.

I can't even travel on my own because I'll just wonder if they're alright without me. Can't leave the mortal coil because then they'll be homeless.

I have never wanted to die more in my life than now. But I can't. I won't. Somehow I'll keep living and keep going and everything will work out in a decade or so, right? :))))) Things get better right? :)))))

There's nothing for me in this town. And I have no choice but to stay. Unless I somehow find a job that will allow me to move out on my own and support them, but can't fucking do that when you send your two oldest sisters to college to out of state private institutionts and they fucking study the fucking arts and are now in debt so of course they ccan't fucking help out either but because they shot your parents credit your parents can't send you to school reliably so you just have to drum up the money to go to school in america on your own :))))))

But yes. The problems in this country stem solely from trans kids playing sports and using the bathroom and immigrants. And I can't do a damn thing about anything. I can't change anything. I can't change anything. Can't even fucking off myself. That's a good thing.

Somebody help me.

[zillaofthevalley]

so far, so okay

well, well, well...long time no chat. how the hell are ya? it's been a minute since i've last tumblr'd and i was actually on the other day. on the 10th it was my 21st birthday and i wrote out this lengthy lengthy message about a whole spiel of things and then scrapped it for whatever reason so here we are again. i have a few life updates and things i would love to chat with you about. since i last posted a lot has changed i'm not sure what was in my first post but here i will give you the low down of where i'm at now.

first and foremost, i got a new job! and now, as of today, an even newer job. see, back in may i started at this coffee shop by my house and while it is work that i really enjoy doing it has come to a head where it has become a gossipy, he-said, she-said moment where i'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. one thing that i dislike is having to fight for people to deem me a trustworthy person because i know me and i really dislike individuals who judge my character incorrectly. this being said, i am beginning a new job in about 3 days as a political canvasser for reproductive rights, which i am really excited about. especially since this is my first presidential election i am able to vote in. it is a Monday-Friday job, and i will be making $6 more an hour than i currently am just starting off, so...needless to say i am very excited.

since january, i am still with the same boyfriend. we just celebrated our 10 months this past week. i want to start to keep our relationship more private because i think that will really benefit us in the long run but in short, he is such a sweet, respectful man i love him with my whole heart and i really see us going the distance. so, so much love to you J.

on the education front! i finished up my second semester in may and i really loved this past year of school. being in community college is of course a lighter course-load than say a university may be but i have found the classes to still be very rewarding for me and i am very proud of myself for how far i have come. i am starting my 3rd semester, (technically a sophomore woohoo!) and i am taking some more "prerequisite" sort of classes to see what is really calling to me. i am an art major at heart, but do i see that taking me somewhere more socially speaking? i'm unsure! i'm still so young, i just turned 21 and the world is my oyster. now is when i should start taking these risks like starting a new job out of 'nowhere' when really i knew my coffee shop job might not be conducive with my new school schedule. i want to take risks and try new things and i need to put myself out there. i'm really nervous and scared but more than anything i am damn excited.

socially, things have been touch and go. i have had a few friends show their true forms to me within these past couple months and it has definitely been an eye-opening experience finding out who is a true friend and who is only around for their own benefit. one thing about me is no matter how many times i get knocked down i will always love the exact same. i will still remain gentle and graceful and will not seek revenge because karma will make you pay in full and i will be minding my business posting anonymously on Tumblr.

so much love, zilla.