#instead of just pinning a valuable post

[cartoonrival]

seriously should update my blog theme and pinned but since i cycle through medias very quickly i dont even know what i would put... nothing speaks to me.. also who am i without vaguely lesbian omega

[jellicatty]

♯1 ┆ ❝ SUMMER BUMMER ❞ 𝜗𝜚 ᵎᵎ

With your teases and flirty remarks, the two men find themselves guessing the color of your panties— another game they played besides golfing.

╰┈➤ contains : nanami x beverage cart attendant! female reader x higuruma. nana and higu golfing. masturbation. grinding. mutual pinning. innuendos. nana and higu are perverts here. jealous! higuruma. reader is a tease. reader wear skirts.

╰┈➤ note : EEEE FINALLY I POSTED THIS it only took me like a months... anywayy, sex scenes aren't really my forte plus this is like the first time i wrote one sooo don't expect too much (?).

╰┈➤ next : groupie love (coming soon) ...

Defendants would put all the blame on him, the court's verdict is seemingly destined to oppose his favor. Or, that's what Higuruma thought. Another failed case, another living being failed by the country's unjust system, another alleged victim thrown into jail.

Higuruma though, knew that these circumstances would happen. His dream have lasted for centuries, formed by his compassion to deliver the accused to light. But little by little, his principles have formed cracks.

Although his workaholic nature is unfaltering, worsened by the multitude of paperworks, Higuruma does crave for rest. But, his work-life balance contradicts his need for relaxation. Until, the opportunity had arrived and he's now trudging to a bar.

To passerby, it was your typical, vintage bar that old and worn-out folks like him would visit. However, Higuruma saw it as a sanctuary for his deep troubles. From drinking with his colleagues or just simply letting his usually work-occupied mind slip away, his favorite bar had seen it all.

"One— No, three of these, please." His ever polite tone still there even as the hours of long work shouldered him down.

The atmosphere rivaled the comfort of his home, and it's probably why Higuruma had an liking for it.

"You're being carried away by your thoughts, Mr. Higuruma." The bartender was quick to notice his blank expression, placing his ordered drinks in an attempt to distract his mind from work.

But, the bartender knew Higuruma too well. Despite connecting only through brief conversations, and a short time together, the bartender had a sense of what Higuruma's state of mind is at the end of the day.

"If you want to take off your mind away from work, then I suggest doing something else for a change." Well, this hasn't been the first time the advice was given to the attorney. He's had his fair share of therapeutic tips from concerned people. None were able to fully convince him though.

"I don't... I'm too busy."

"You wallow in self-pity, yet do nothing to save yourself from it. I've met other people like you, people who find comfort in what makes them distraught." Instead of his duties, the bartender was now focused on Higuruma. "It doesn't end good for them. I'm sure you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know. It's not that easy to let go of something that you've dedicated your whole life too."

"I'm sure nothing will be lost if you do let go for a fraction of a second."

"You're not going to give this up, huh?" Higuruma sighed, "Well, I'd like to keep a valuable customer." They both chuckled at the Bartender's wishes. After some thought and a drink or two, Higuruma was set on the decision to make some small changes in his life for once.

The problem is, what would be the change?

Gym was out of the question since he frequently did so. Hiking's too taxing and he can't leave his duties for a long time. Sports were a possibility, as long as it didn't physically exert him that much. Golfing, maybe? He thought.

"One of the gents at the bar earlier has been to the newly opened golfing course here."

Ah, golfing it is.

"I think that young fellow over there needs a getaway from their life, too." His focus turned to the younger, blond man sitting three stools away. A few bottles have been emptied, yet it was evident that he could go for a few more. Nothing outstanding from the man aside from his leopard-pattern tie. Just your typical, fatigue worker.

"Looks like you're also preoccupied with your mind, Sir Nanami. I take it as a bad day?"

"No need to say more."

Although Higuruma knew it was not the best to disturb the tired man, he thought that perhaps talking to him would make their mundane nights better. Maybe, to comfort him with the words he wished to hear.

"Sorry for intruding your conversation, but are you new here?"

"Nope. Been here for some time now. Just been a bit busy with some... grueling reports again." He winced at the mention of his work.

"Reports?"

"I'm a salaryman." Higuruma now turned his full attention on Nanami, filling his curiosity. He hands out a calling card, "Here, just in case." And for a brief second, Higuruma almost laughs at his own 'joke' that he always did with his new acquaintances. Fortunately for him, Nanami's humor was not yet stripped away by his boring profession and softly smiled at his friendly remark.

It's a simple change like this is what Nanami wanted. Nothing extraordinary, nothing too small to notice too. The two men shared their experiences, silently bonding over the heavy troubles they carried from day to night. And if they were being honest, this was one of those moments where they surely won't forget. It's like moments like this was there only escape from the tiring duties they must do.

Alas, the deepest night has caught up to them. The lulling blue tones that played throughout their visit no longer graced their ears. The only noise present was their chatter and the kind bartender's huffing and puffing of cigarette.

"You know, despite your gruff look, you're an approachable guy. A fun one too if you squinted."

"Oh, gruff? You should check a mirror, Higuruma."

The two men chuckled at their jokes, slowly packing up their own belongings before cleaning their surroundings. After they finished, they walked together outside.

The blistering cold of the night quickly breezed past the two men. A shiver and a small breath of fresh air later, they nodded at each other and departed from the bar with heavy steps.

The night was still young, and Higuruma's desperate for a change. Fortunately, Nanami Kento had arrived. Albeit small, Nanami still had made a difference to Higuruma's perpetual enervating days.

He doesn't want their interactions to remain just at the bar, though. Perhaps, he should suggest on golfing together to help the blond too.

The summertime heat was merciless. As one could anticipate for this time of year. In the intense heat, Higuruma and Nanami were helpless. Their experienced selves took turns swinging their golf clubs, finding entertainment in their calculated swings and triumphant shots. Empty cups scattered on their table, their belongings left unattended. 

Golf seemed like a good start—and maybe their greatest choice by far. It was not only a nice diversion, but it also provided them with the ideal reason to spend time with their favorite entertainment—you, the beverage cart girl. 

Weeks have passed, and life has been more tolerable. The first golf meets with Nanami were riddled with a comfortable silence, as if the two men had known each other for a while. The only bond they had was formed on their sleepless nights and persistent work, yet conversations flowed effortlessly. With their unfading politeness and formal talking that stayed even during their golf meets. They both assumed that the other was righteous, and a man of good qualities. Damn were they wrong.

Refined. Upright. Gentlemanly. Those words that used to describe the two men were long discarded. Since your arrival, the two men had been nothing but good, their true colors spilling from the shells of who they used to be. Higuruma could still vividly recall the moment where their true selves slipped. Their gazes were fixed only on you that day, overfilled with joy once you asked for their orders in that sweet voice you had. And right after you left them with their hard rock problems to themselves, they turned to each other as if their eyes alone could communicate. A word did not need to be shared. They knew that you were going to be a problem.

"What do you think's the color of her panties this time, Nanami?" Higuruma positioned his hips in a more appropriate manner, then swung his club. 

"That cheeky woman loves pink," Nanami replied. 

Aside from golf, they engaged in another game — guessing the color of your panties. As suggested by Higuruma when he caught a glimpse of it a few days ago, this was now the two men's favorite pastime. To them, it seemed only fair since you'd purposely bend over to shamelessly give them a view of your lace-trimmed panties that matched your outfits.

"I highly doubt it will be pink again—" 

Out of nowhere, the faint noise of tires screeching slowly approached the two men. Puzzled, they looked at each other first, before turning around. Their eyes confusedly searched for the noise, before their gazes landed on the approaching golf cart— or rather, you. 

It was as if you were the oasis in the Sahara desert, quenching the men's thirst with your exposed skin and alluring smile. With your pastel yellow pleats that went inches above your knee, your tight-fit Lululemon jacket that hugged your delectable figure, and your glamoured face, you joyfully steered the cart towards them. 

Your beautiful smile greeted them, "Sir Kento! Sir Hiromi! I've brought you your drinks again!"  

Higuruma's typically vacant eyes had their spark back to them, the usual boring look it wore instantly disappearing. Meanwhile, the hard lines of Nanami’s face eased, his stoic demeanor softening in your presence.

You hopped off your seat and prepared their ordered drinks, blind to their improper gazes that seek your undergarment. 

Luck was merciful, and the world was on their side today when a breeze had swept your skirt upwards in a cartoonish fashion. 

"Oh!" Your cheeks flushed scarlet at the embarrassing incident, yet your hands take their time to pull down your skirt. 

Their eyes are quicker than your hands, ill-intent gazes finding your undergarment in a flash. Light pink and polka dotted, adorned with a small bow at the front. The kind of panties that he envisioned every night. Nanami snickered, proving himself to be right once again.

"Pay up," Higuruma grumbled, cursing the man under his breath. Their actions no longer define the men they used to be. Their gentlemanliness and polished attitudes dissipate into the air at the sight of you. 

"Thanks, angel. You know how to make our day better, huh?" Nanami returned your smile and took the drinks from your hand. 

Higuruma is not oblivious enough to overlook Nanami's full interest in you. He's sure that a deprived man like him would ogle at your frame. He applauded the blond's self-control because, God, mini skirts were the death of him. 

"That would beeee... 12 dollars!" 

"12 only?" Higuruma pulled out his wallet and handed more than the said amount, "Here, keep the change, sweetie." However, your hands clumsily dropped the money. 

Your breasts from the tight-fit jacket were threatening to spill out as you bent down to grab the fallen change. Although involuntarily, the two men were able to shortly glance at it and oh, my— what a sight. Two mounds pressed tightly together, sweat sensually gliding on your skin, the natural red flush adding more allure. 

Their throats ran dry, needing a refreshment as they were taken aback by the promiscuous view of your tits. There's no way that wasn't intentional, they thought.  

Although you often pulled those stunts, your shyness still lingered— a thing that they grew fondness for. You excused your blunder, timidly covering your face as you walked back to your cart. 

"Aw, you going so soon?" You knew Higuruma would call for you. After all, he enjoyed your presence and often was the one chatting with you. From his smirk though, you should have known he had something in store for today. 

"Come, let Mr. Kento here teach you some golf lessons." Higuruma's true goal of making you break in broad daylight is hidden under his hoax suggestion. Nanami, with his sharp senses, saw Higuruma's real intention, irritated at being his guinea pig for entertainment. 

Despite his annoyance, he gratifies the other man's idea. Now, he has an inexcusable reason to close the proximity between you. 

You asked the man in your honeyed voice "Would it be okay, Sir Kento?", so sweet it's almost sickly. His ears are focused on your saccharine voice, contradicting his jumbled thoughts that insisted he was sick of hearing it, fearing how much power your words have over him. His mind wonders; Would you have that same, sugary and sweet voice? Would your moans echo like candy, alluring and irresistible?

Nanami's attention was quickly drawn to you, looking up at him, his bulging biceps pressed against your tits. Your big, doll-like eyes are desperate to be taught. Nanami wonders again if you'd have the same look when he'll be ruining you.

"Pleaaseee! My shift will be finished soon!" Your pout was his last straw, a victim to your begging once again. Sighing, Nanami agreed to your requests. 

"Yay! Thank you, Sir Kento!" 

"Calm down, sweets. Mr. Kento here is going to malfunction if you keep on clinging to him like that." Higuruma snickered at Nanami's flustered face. "Oh, I apologize, Sir Kento!" You sheepishly backed away and regretted your actions. 

The truth is, it wasn't just the two men that had their perverse fantasies. You too suffered their charm. Whether it be downing the alcohol they ordered, or simply breathing, it always had been a distraction for you. Their Ralph Lauren polos hugged their bodies in a nice fit, outlining their flexed muscles that shone deliciously under their sweat and the sun's rays. Thick, defined thighs, straining their pants. Even when playing normally, their wealth and professionalism exuded, something that you found very appealing. 

"Bend with your hips, Y/n. Not your waist." Would it be wrong to say that you found his strict demeanor attractive? Would it also be wrong to think of the many things Nanami would order you to do in bed? 

"Aaand— Did I do it right?!" Nanami's advice went through and exited your ear. Your swings misaligned and your ball never reached the goal. 

"Gosh, you're a lost cause, angel. This is how it's done." Without warning, Nanami walked to your back. His proximity was sinful as his crotch settled at your ass, the sudden closeness eliciting a small, shocked gasp from you. 

"Like..." He's also affected by the warmth and comfort your ass gave, hot breath fanning over your neck. He extended his arm and put them over yours, guiding your own so you can swing in a correct manner. "This."

But, aiming for the goal was the least of your worries. Not when Nanami's cock is noticeably hardening against your ass. 

"There, you did it!" 

A mix of disbelief and amusement flickered on Higuruma's face. Regret washed over him as Nanami took his suggestion to another level, scolding himself for underestimating the blond's courage and will to tease you right in front of him. With no escape, he's now forced to watch the consequences of his actions unfold. Yet, despite the pure jealousy clouding his mind, he does admit that the scene was enticing. 

His thoughts are improper and vulgar, your flushed expression fueling him more. His train of thought is unavoidable though. Whenever Nanami teased you in broad daylight, publicly, and in front of him, his thoughts will surely be anything but pure.

"S-Sir Hiromi—!" Your voice cried, not for help but for his attention. A whore like you loved the attention. You loved Higuruma's disgusted scowl as he watched the two of you get handsy. You loved Higuruma's body, which reacted opposed to his shown expressions— his bulge visible while his face grimaced. 

But, his thoughts got the best of him, and you only wanted to share your achievement. 

"Did you s-see my shot? It was perfect!" You finally let out a breath when Nanami pulled away, not without a small, teasing comment whispered at you. 

Let him watch. 

Oh, you will. 

Another time, though, because Higuruma's jealousy was painfully cutting through the air. His patience was wearily thin, and it's all because you cannot stop grinding on Nanami's bulge. 

Determined to outdo the blond's ministrations, and also ease his jealousy, Higuruma chimes in., "You mind for a dinner together? Could tell that you need a break just from your eyes alone, sweets." 

The sudden attention left you light-headed, shocked with their unspoken rivalry. You had power and influence over them, and you know just how to use it. But for now, your mind could only focus on the fact that you were going to dinner with your client. You’ve overstepped so many rules and most probably going to be in trouble, but a night with a man like Higuruma Hiromi was something you won’t deny.

Nanami sees your excitement. Feeling the sprouted competition happening between him and his friend, he quickly interjects, "I still don't have your number either. What is it, angel?"

Higuruma's betting on all of his suits (which are all expensive, by the way) that Nanami's going to fuck his fist to your pictures tonight. And he wasn't wrong. Because, as soon as Nanami arrived home, his first thought was to check your socials (surprisingly, not his paperwork). He was initially confused since you had an innocent facade online. Shared religious quotes, pictures with family, not a single photo where your boobs are out for everyone to see. He's even doubting if he followed the correct account. The only confirmation he had that it was yours was the new story you had posted. 

It was you, right after your shift, posing in front of the mirror with a smile. Your caption about thanking the Lord for another day made him laugh. He's confident that you're praising Nanami for his ministrations earlier instead. 

Nanami also wholeheartedly believes you're thanking him too for pressing his hard cock on your ass. He's flattered, and fucking horny, still bothered by the stunt he pulled earlier. 

His erection is painful, and Nanami realizes how he could take care of it. Although feeling a bit perverse at the act he's about to do, he shoves his second thoughts away, eager to cum at a picture of you. 

His lengthy dick is in his hand, gliding against his tip, then sliding up and down. His pre cum coated the top, oozing continuously as he stared at your picture on screen.

"Fuuuck..." He groaned, eyes closed, panting at the pleasure he was feeling. He indulges in his fantasies, letting his imagination run wild. He thinks of you inside his bedroom, wearing nothing but your light pink underwear, with polka dots all over and decorated with laces and ribbons. The same panties that he caught a glimpse of that he's so weak for. He's curious about what you'd be like, but he knew your salacious nature, and figured that you'll be the same slut you are. 

God, if only you were here.

If you were here, it wouldn't be him toying with himself. It would be you, bouncing up and down, drool dripping from your mouth, as his cock fucks your pussy silly. You'd have that dumb look on your face, mind clouded in a lust-frenzy haze as you desperately begged for more. 

"Mhm! Sir Kento!" He knows you'd call out to him, your voice ever-so-sweet, whining and weeping at the fervent feeling of him filling you up. 

"Gonna cum inside you." is what he'd say if you were here. And you being you, you're fain of his request, straddling his hips as if it was made to be there. You wouldn't pull away. Instead, you'd remain on his dick as splurges of cum shoot out of it. 

"T-thank you, Sir" You'd thank him for drowning your sex with his cum. Nanami would only get hard again at your sweetness that managed to stay in the bedroom, and he'd flip you over and pound himself into you. 

His empty promises to himself would be fulfilled one day. But for now, his hand will do. 

"S-shit" His voice is shaky, body trembling at his intense high. His palm is dirtied by his cum that he hoped was inside of you instead.

Tonight, it will be his hand. Next week, it will be your mouth. He's certain of that— No, he swears it will be your small mouth wrapped on his cock. Perhaps, with Higuruma fucking you silly too.

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[astrolook]

“Your Chart’s ‘Main Quest’ vs. ‘Side Quest’” – What’s Your Real Path, and What Distractions Keep Leading You Off Course?

Life is basically an open-world RPG, and your birth chart is the ultimate quest log. Some placements show your Main Quest—the path you’re actually supposed to follow. Others? Pure Side Quests—enticing distractions, random chaos, or unnecessary drama that somehow still shape your journey.

So, are you leveling up your destiny, or just running errands for NPCs (a.k.a. everyone but yourself)? Let’s break it down:

🎯 The “Main Quest” Placements – Your Life’s True Path

North Node in the 10th house – You’re meant to be somebody—but not overnight. Climbing the mountain of success takes work, but once you get there, the view is incredible.

Sun in the 1st house – Your quest? Being unapologetically you. The more you embrace your identity, the easier life flows.

Saturn conjunct North Node – Your soul signed up for the hard mode. Lessons take time, but mastery is inevitable.

Jupiter in the 9th house – Expansion, knowledge, and big-picture thinking—your main mission is to see the world (literally or mentally).

Pluto in the 8th house – Transformation is your destiny. You don’t just go through changes—you become a whole new person multiple times in life.

Midheaven in Leo – The spotlight wants you. You might resist, but at some point, you’re meant to be seen.

Mars in the 6th house – Your mission: productive grind mode. You function best when you’re consistently working toward a goal.

Chiron in the 12th house – Healing yourself is the mission, but first, you have to figure out what’s been buried deep in your subconscious.

🌀 The “Side Quest” Placements – Fun, but Are They Necessary?

Venus in the 11th house – You swear you’re focusing on your dreams, but wait—what’s this? Another chaotic social scene dragging you in?

Moon in the 3rd house – Emotions are directly tied to gossip, social media scrolling, and overthinking every conversation you’ve ever had.

Mercury in the 7th house – You’re supposed to be working, but wait, what did your ex just post??

Neptune in the 5th house – Romantic daydreams, artistic fantasies, and way too much time getting lost in fictional worlds instead of reality.

Mars square Neptune – Motivation? Inconsistent. You want to get things done, but Netflix and naps are RIGHT THERE.

Sun in the 12th house – Meant to be on a spiritual path, but spends half of life just vibing in existential confusion.

Venus square Saturn – Definitely meant to experience love, but wow, why is every relationship a slow-burn challenge?

Jupiter in the 7th house – Soul growth through relationships? Absolutely. Getting distracted by every charming stranger? Also yes.

Uranus in the 2nd house – Financial stability is technically the goal, but your spending habits say otherwise.

Pluto in the 11th house – Meant to change the world, but first: unnecessary drama in friend groups.

🏆 Are You Sticking to the Quest, or Just Collecting Side Stories?

If your life feels off track, look at your birth chart—are you following your Main Quest, or are you getting stuck in endless Side Quests? Both are valuable, but one leads you where you actually need to go.

DM me leaving your birth details and email address for a complete astrology reading. Look at my pinned post for pricing! Let's decode your birth chart together!🔮✨

[bewitched-hours]

HI !!!!! hello !!!!!! idk if youre still not up to playing forsaken but id love to hop in with you !! i dont bite :-) unrelated :: but can i have a friend elliot x reader drabble .. anything works out !! thats if you take reqs for skins ^_^

Honestly, that would sound nice but maybe you have a server to introduce me to lol? (honestly wouldn't mind it either way so you can friend me on discord if you want;@lochness8385) As for your request, I'd be delighted to! I have the fandom wiki open on the side(which I know might get me some side-eyes lol) and looked up which skin that is and by the stars, you requested my favourite one(I first saw the skin while watching a friend play and I thought it looked cute, especially with me being a JSAB fan) I also looked up the meaning of a drabble and it's an interesting challenge! Though, I'll just make it to under 500 words instead of exactly 100 (ᇂ_ᇂ|||)

As usual, the reader's pronouns will be She/Her!

You were content with this.

You didn’t even know how long you’ve been holding Sad Cube but you wanted to make sure they were okay.

Despite their face always seeming to be on the verge of crying, you found it easy to see what they felt.

It felt more intimate than it probably was…

Nonetheless, you were here. You were holding them after a particularly rough round where you had snapped at the other survivors for stressing Sad Cube out and afterwards took them straight to your cabin.

They began crying almost immediately in your arms and had been going until a few minutes ago.

You were simply happy that they’ve found comfort in you. 

You knew what it was like to be so stressed. Your family had made sure of that.

But now wasn’t the time to remember them. For now you were focused on Sad Cube.

You’ve been focused on them for quite a while, even catching yourself daydreaming and sneaking glances between rounds as your heart always felt warmer with them around. It was sweet and innocent. Exactly what you had always hoped for.

But were you strong enough to tell them? To admit you wanted more than you were offered? Not right now obviously but maybe after a victorious round.

For now, you just hoped that you could keep your heart calm enough for them not to realize how you felt…

“You’re always there for me, [Reader]... Thank you…” Oh, how your heart fluttered at those simple words. You just wanted nothing more than to give them soft little kisses all over their face and-

“I feel a bit guilty… Always having to be the one to receive and not give…” wait wha- “It’s not fair to you…”

“Cube, it’s fine. You do the same for me when I need to vent, remember?” You made sure to stay quiet and gentle, trying to mask your affection. 

“Still, you’re always there to help and stand up for me when I get overwhelmed… I feel like I should thank you somehow…” You couldn’t help but grin at their works, tempted to suggest a kiss before pulling yourself back to reality. “It’s fine, really. There’s nothing more valuable to me than knowing you’re-” 

You cut yourself off as they suddenly sat up, their face mere inches from yours which made your face flush uncontrollably and your heart race. You didn’t dare to speak but before you could even think about it, their lips met yours in a gentle embrace. They were obviously being careful to leave you room to pull away but you didn’t dare to, instead choosing to tenderly hold their face to return the gesture.

Maybe your fears were silly after all…

Word count: 455 (It was hard to make it so short-)

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[macknshift]

"GIRL!LEO" . . . a study by a shifter who rlly loves her gf

⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ dedicated to @junoshifts who wanted to hear more about lou!!! (i hope this inspires you to make a genderswap!percy dr or two lol)

SO. THE BASICS. her name is louise joan (after her grandma) scott, and her 80% of the time fc is sab quesada. her original "debut" is my percy jackson dr, which basically functions as a summer camp romance dr (i will be posting a form to script yourself into this dr if anyone is interested!!!) in which she's an aphrodite kid who is just. Shit Out of Luck when it comes to romance. she's kind-of done with it and that's where i come in <3 (i'm an ares kid who hates violence and would be much better suited to be an apollo kid lol)

A FEW DRS WITH HER INCLUDE:

⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ PERCY JACKSON / SUMMER CAMP : louise "lou" scott , 19 , head aphrodite co-counsellor. romance skeptic & soccer player. capture-the-flag enthusiast & the "sporty" counsellor. (fc sab quesada)

⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ INFLUENCER : louise "lou" scott , 20 , olympic bronze medallist in women's rugby. minecraft pvp & fortnite sweat. plays college rugby at university of southern california. mackncheese fan to gf. (fc sab quesada)

⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ "DISNEY" PRINCESS : lady louisa , 22 , personal knight to princess sofia mignonette of solaria. (secretly the second daughter of king midas of lunaria). skilled swordswoman and friend to any that may need a helping hand. (fc ruby cruz)

⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ OTHERS INCLUDE : (WIP) twilight dr , gravity falls dr , spider-girl dr &&& a few other WIPS!

some fun things about her :

⊹ in the way that i always smell like a vanilla-lemon cupcake (my hair products are 'lemon dessert' scented & i have matching body wash lol) she always smells chocolatey. like idk what she uses but she always smells like chocolate. (even when she's sweaty. idk how the hell she does it.) her deodorant is cinnamon scented too so we both smell like very different baked goods.

⊹ at least in my influencer dr, she's got 6 tattoos - a tramp stamp that says "most valuable ass" (not even fucking joking?????? i have no idea where it came from) in cursive, 2 (two) patchwork tattoos on her arms - one each of mj (her twin sister & my bff)'s cats (that are also practically her) named luna and nova, a little safety pin right on her hand before her pointer finger, a bunch of sparkles like the kaomoji i use in my posts (in brown ink too so they kind of look like freckles from far away) on her arm, and the olympic rings where her right underboob is. i'm pretty sure she has more but those are the ones i have found so far lmfao

⊹ in my influencer dr she was originally a fan of mine! she watched my minecraft streams when i was a minecraft lore streamer in the dark ages (unfortunately the dsmp is in my lore. it helped kick-start my voice acting career though so i'm a big fan lol) and dm-ed me on instagram when i went to paris in 2024 to go to the olympics!

⊹ the bodyguard trope is a STAPLE in my drs lol it's in three drs - my marvel dr, my princess charm school dr, and my "disney princess" dr (i call it this bc it sort-of follows the plot of the original disney animated film i star in in my influencer dr lol) and i will never tire of it esp bc she's in a suit of armor lol

⊹ lou and leo are literally the same person obviously (just genderswapped) so there aren't any emotional / personality changes BUT! she's mj's twin sister instead of mj's older half-brother (i'll explain the lore someday lol) so her upbringing is probably a bit more pleasant lol

soundtrack to her life . . . fresh out the slammer , taylor swift. bags (live from electric lady studios) , clairo. capable of love , pinkpantheress. bad religion , frank ocean. fable , gigi perez. part of me , noah kahan.

⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ as we can tell, i love yapping ab any version of leo/lou so if u have any qs send them my way through my ask box!!! i'll be posting about some of these drs soon as well :D

[feroluce]

how do u imagine natasha + sampo’s relationship?

I. Feel a little bad for leaving this in my inbox as long as I did, especially since I said in this post I could write a whole essay on them. But then when I tried to actually answer this, I realized ah shit, I can't really articulate what I think of them at all OTL

(so have a bajillion words of meta analysis of them instead fklajklasjf)

Just! Sampo is very mysterious figure, and we know so little of his background and his motivations! So it's really difficult to get a solid read on some of his relationships with other characters. Regardless, I do think that Natasha is perhaps the one he's closest with, and that she is the one person who knows him the most intimately in all of Belobog.

And a lot of it IS hard to pin down because of Sampo's slippery nature, but also because it's like. If you look at just Natasha's dialogues about Sampo, it doesn't really look like much. It only becomes more meaningful when compared to how everyone else talks about him.

Most other characters just comment on what Sampo does, as in his observable actions that are easy to see on the surface or from a distance.

Natasha is one of the very, very few that actually speaks to Sampo's personality or philosophy. Like she not only is able to describe a certain behavior of his, but she's able to explain the why behind it.

At least part of this is probably that they spend so much time together- Hook even comments on it during her companion quest.

And tbh I don't really think it needs more proof or anything with such a flat out statement like that, but this is actually further supported by the fact that Seele is the only other character in Belobog to sorta-kinda comment on Sampo's personality; if Sampo were hanging around the clinic with Natasha all day, Seele would probably be the person he would see second-most there. Of the dialogues posted further up in this post, Hook obviously sees him all the time, but it's not always in the clinic, and besides she's still very young...she wouldn't have the same read on him an adult would. Luka avoids the clinic whenever he can because he's worried about taking up Natasha's valuable time. And the Landau siblings aren't even present in Boulder Town until after the Stellaron is quieted.

Seele, on the other hand, is extremely loyal and devoted to Natasha, and seems to worry about her a lot. She doesn't have the same reservations as Luka, and it would feel right to see her in the clinic frequently, taking orders and missions and trying to make sure Natasha doesn't run herself in the ground. So it would make sense for her to see a lot of Sampo if he's always in there, too, enough that she would have things to say about his personality, whether she likes that or not haha.

Of course we know from Sampo's lines that it's not that he's sick, he's just reporting back to Natasha. Sampo not only smuggles in supplies across the border like what most people know him for, he's also Natasha's source of intel.

Bringing back intel doesn't necessarily have to involve a lot of conversation though, especially because it would make more sense for Sampo to be turning in written reports. It decreases the chance of Natasha mishearing/misunderstanding something or having to rely on memory alone, neither of which are really things you probably want to be doing when bad intel can mean the difference between life and death in her circumstances. So I do really wonder what it is Sampo does in the clinic all day haha. Given that he's a big believer in the power of small talk bringing in big clients, it's entirely possible Sampo is just in there being chatty, happily making conversation and keeping Natasha company most of the time...which is kinda cute. He also really could just be talking shop, too, of course- Sampo does a lot of work for Natasha, and I don't think it'd be a stretch to assume she's his main client. There's probably a lot to discuss about supply quotas, incoming intel, scheduled drops, etc.

My favorite option, though, is actually based on one of Sampo's options from the main quest, where he says:

Because like! The way he says this, the way he specifies that this is his opinion, but no one seems to care what he thinks? And how he calls them stubborn in particular? It really sounds like Sampo has been trying to get Wildfire to operate in a different direction. And if you look up the exact definition of "artless," you get this

which very much fits Sampo, and how he does things. He has guile and deception down to an art form. Sampo goes on to call Wildfire "do-gooders," but then cautions the trailblazer not to underestimate them because of that- indicating that Sampo sees that type of philosophy as something naive, or at least just ineffective. Something that you would underestimate a person for.

And the person Sampo associates with the most in Wildfire, the one he's always seen with, the one who would hold the most sway to change the modus operandi of the organization is...Natasha.

So I wonder if Sampo has been trying, possibly for years now, to get Natasha to see what he thinks of as reason, and start playing dirty to survive. I wonder if that's what he spends so much time in the clinic for, is because he does care, and he wants her and the rest of them to live, and he has been trying to convince her to go with his way of doing things, but Natasha has been refusing him, refusing to compromise her morals.

Because we know from some readables and from the general Vibe, both up on the surface and down below, that things were getting pretty dire. Rivet Town has fallen. The Silvermane Guards are being whittled down and broken. The Fragmentum was right on everyone's doorstep, and I'm sure that if the Astral Express hadn't arrived- and that if Sampo hadn't set the stage so perfectly, if he hadn't played his part just so- then all of Belobog would have eventually been snuffed out. Sampo had to have known it was happening. He must have known the end was upon them.

He doesn't even have a stake in Belobog- he's not from here. He could, assumingly, call it quits and leave when shit got tough by whatever means got him there in the first place.

And I'm sure Sampo wants to save all of Belobog, but I think he's particularly endeared by Natasha. He famously phrases his view of Elation as "true happiness always entails the manifestation of the dignity of mankind." And like. Who else embodies that so much as her?

Maybe it is a little vague and up to interpretation, but I feel like Natasha is FULL of that kind of dignity. She has been doing this since before the blockade. She willingly chose to stay in the Underground where she could do the most good. She has seen so, so much death and you can see how it weighs on her; she's become bitter, and wary, and weary. She has it out for the Guards (understandable), and she openly taunts Gepard and goes right for his throat when he shows up in Boulder Town, ten years too late, trying to help with the Fragmentum.

Natasha even seems to have given up any belief she may have once had. She's completely lost faith in Qlipoth.

All of this, and yet she still chooses to be kind. She still chooses to help people. There is something immensely admirable in all of that.

And I feel like you can see how much Sampo admires her in just how often he thinks of her, especially when someone needs help. Sampo smokebombs everyone and needs to get them somewhere safe in the Underground? He takes them to Natasha. Svarog is about to fucking kill everyone? Go get Natasha. He finds the trailblazer passed out in an alleyway? He carries them to Natasha. The trailblazer is seeing weird shit out in the Fragmentum? Recommend they go get a check up. Specifically from Natasha.

It's a little silly, but I think you can also see some of this when Sampo is being melodramatic about being caught red-handed in the museum event. He echoes a very important sentiment to Natasha and Wildfire;

And the mission where this ideology was displayed strongest was titled, "To Rot or To Burn."

(Hell, in the dream sequence of Penacony- regardless of whether that dream bubble came from Sampo or Sparkle, it had to be informed by Sampo's tales of Belobog. Sparkle has never been there herself. And the kind trashcan that immediately helps you and sets you on the right path, that tries to rally everyone together, the only one with a name so clearly and obviously taken from someone Sampo knew in Belobog? Is Shatana- an anagram of Natasha. Even from a meta perspective, they have the same VA. No other trashcan there gets that treatment. None.)

I think they have the same goals, and even hold some of the same views. Natasha's are much more obvious, but still. Sampo says this about Belobog's circumstances:

And he says this as though it should be obvious common sense. That when things are rough, you share and make sure everyone has enough. I think they both share this belief, it's just that they disagree on how to go about making things even. Natasha believes in rallying people for the cause and giving as much of herself as she can to make up for whatever people lack. Sampo believes that if some dipshit with more money than what they need falls for his bullshit and he gets to spread it around? Well hey, that sounds like a whole lot of their own fault.

Natasha is definitely aware of this, and she has no problem threatening Sampo whenever she thinks he's stepping out of line.

She keeps him on a very short leash, which like. Yeah no that's valid fjkdlsajfdklj

Even so, the way she talks about him, like... Maybe it's just me, and my rose-colored glasses, but she doesn't seem to dislike him nearly as much as she could? She kind of just. Says these things as statements about him, without any real vitriol behind them. This is just kind of how he is. She even seems to have a sense of humor about it.

And again! She has so much more to say about him than almost any other character.

I'd like to think part of her...affection? of sorts? for him is simple camaraderie. Circumstances are dire. Past, present, and future are all bleak. Things like that deepen bonds with your foxhole buddies. Sampo is dependent on Natasha for work and pay and a place to get away from the Guards. Natasha is dependent on Sampo for food and medicine and life-saving supplies. They both heavily rely on each other in this harsh environment, and they have a really nice back-and-forth that I appreciate with how they help each other out by owing favors as payment.

And the other part, I'd like to think actually IS because she knows him very well- maybe not things like his past, but she knows some of his personality and beliefs, and finds them agreeable enough. She even has the audacity to call him a poor liar at one point- Sampo! Of all people! Known by someone well enough to be caught out as a poor liar! He's either intentionally leading her on and letting her think she's caught him, or Natasha just really is that good. Neither would surprise me tbh

I think Natasha is also just uniquely prepared to understand Sampo, and is able to see his better sides without letting her judgement be clouded by his slimy manner. She's able to appreciate that his actions ARE extremely helpful, regardless of how he does them.

Even as she acknowledges that he isn't always trustworthy, she does still choose to rely on him and give him chances. She was pleasantly surprised by him here, but she still chose to trust him with this in the first place. She never treats him harshly, and she never seems to bear any kind of grudge with him.

But my favorite example of Natasha being able to understand Sampo? My favorite is this. This one little throwaway line, that didn't even involve him, wasn't even about him. I feel like Natasha is capable of knowing and understanding Sampo on a deeper level than most people can, solely because of this.

She gets it.

(As a fun bonus: In the current trashcan event, there's a simple mechanic where you get one trial character for the initial battle. Then, for the harder stage, you get that same trial character, plus a couple of extras. This is true for every Proof- except for Sampo's. In his harder stage, you use Asta, Black Swan, and Luocha. But in his initial stage, in an event all about friendship and relationships...)

[quirkyfries]

Clearing drafts, have some EAPS Eclipse and Ruin headcanons I plan to use sometime, may have future installments

When Jake asked if pets were allowed, Eclipse made a roomba. It has since been named Norman the floorman. Eclipse does not call Norman by name, and if he does, he denies it. Norman’s name is spelled on its side in sticker letters, and someone keeps taping knives to it and letting it loose in the lab. There is a permanent notice on the lab whiteboard to specifically not do that.

In my eclipse design the safety vest is a spite thing. Lefty would get on to Eclipse about workplace safety. Eclipse figured out that, because of fazbear’s crappy rules, as long as he was complying with one (1) rule then he was fine. Lefty has since conceded but Eclipse doesn’t believe the matter is settled and still wears it regardless. He only takes it off when it’d benefit him to not be seen immediately.

Also in my design, the bracelet is one of those rubber bands in the shape of animals. The one Eclipse has is a cat. On the same note, the bead necklaces (think Mardi Gras necklaces) were given to him by Jake/Andrew when kids were gifting them to their favorite staff. He still doesn’t know how they got ahold of them. (The smiley pin was a gift from Earth.)

Ruin enjoys using hand puppets to entertain small children who won’t understand theatrical references. This is totally not inspired by that guy with the raccoon puppet on tiktok

Ruin doesn’t have a space to himself (or if he does I haven’t picked up on it? In his nightmare episode he wakes up in a party room,) but he’s okay with it because he has a lot more friends and he doesn’t shut all the way off if he does sleep (for fear of nightmares.) I like to think Ballora has invited him to at least one sleepover that ended in late night tea-time conversations. Not “sleeping” properly is causing Ruin a battery issue, but he doesn’t entirely have the means to fix it right now. Instead, he takes steps to manage it.

Ruin has exceeded the expected lifespan of a daycare animatronic, and his memory storage has to be managed in order for new information to store. As much as he’d like to forget the sins of his past, he won’t let himself be free of it, both because he feels he doesn’t deserve that and because they were valuable lessons to him. I have yet to decide exactly how he does this but it involves something akin to Apple's feature of offloading data from apps but not deleting them--for Ruin, this is forgetting exactly how events played out but still knowing they happened. He would remember he was happy when a child gave him a drawing, but he wouldn't remember what the conversation was about before and after was because that's not the part he thought was most important to keep. This would show a level of sentimentality in him.

Ruin’s tendency to be distracted by new surroundings (shown in several episodes) is both a hypervigilance issue and a Sun “constant stimulation” trait working in tandem. Ruin’s most prominent Moon trait is his intelligence and independence, both of which became more prominent out of necessity due to events following the AI merging.

(CW talking about implied child death for the rest of the post)

Out of everyone, Ruin would freak out the most if there were an intruder in the daycare—yes, even if he’s not a daycare attendant anymore, and yes, even more than Sunpea. They just show it in different ways. Ruin’s first concern is the children’s safety, dealing the threat second, and he’d seem calm the whole time (he is not, but you won’t know it.) Sunpea’s first concern is the children’s safety, his own safety second, and he’d be visibly upset the whole time. (Whether or not Moonpea has any input is debatable but not the point.) The difference is their levels of self preservation. You can read between the lines in this one, only one of the two had truly failed to protect their children before

One facet of Ruin's past that I think wasn't expanded on enough in canon is the horror of situation vs. purpose. Ruin mentions that he was very good with children, both AIs that are him were daycare attendants and he continued that job for a time. We also know that Ruin had to kill children, or at the very least stand by with the knowledge it was happening. Ruin's job was to look after children, to protect them, and then he was made to do the opposite. When his Creator confronted him, he could have refused, let his Creator kill him, and those children would've died by another's hand. Instead he agreed and likely did it himself. I like to think he had some amount of mercy, as much as he could safely get away with under the watch of infected peers and his Creator. I also think that's why as mentioned in the hc above, he would put himself in danger to protect children in the dimension he promised to help steer in the right direction. He won't fail them this time.

[tinydefector]

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The sound of running echoes through the storage house. Prowl halted his advancement with an irritated vent, doorwings fluttering in agitation. His investigation had led him here but now he was in a chase. 

Instead, a tiny fleshling's escape had disrupted everything. Watching it flee in panic, he briefly considered the merits of giving chase versus simply calling for backup. But allowing an organic to get themself killed wasn't something he wished to write out reports over. 

With a muttered Cybertronian curse, Prowl continues  giving chase. lights flickering to illuminate the warehouse's shadowy depths. His scanners locate the human's heat signature as they continue running and throwing things behind them to try and stall him. 

The human takes off under more shelving, taking an opportunity to throw a paint can in Prowl's direction, he swiftly raises an arm to block the flying projectile with an irritated hiss. When they try to scale the scaffolding, his strides lengthen enough to gently yet firmly enclose grasping fingers around their torso before more perilous stunts could be pulled.

"Desist this behaviour at once," he droned, holding the squirming human away from his body protectively but firmly. His doorwings twitched in irritation.

"I said I would not harm you. Now explain or I shall be forced to manually sedate you." His tone remained dispassionate though patience waned. He needed to know where the other traffickers were, if there were others. 

Cooled air blew from his vents as piercing optics assessed the organic, ever analytic processor weighing their next move.

Panicked breathes come from them as they squirm, "let me go!, let me go!" They shriek. Prowl suppressed another irritated groan at the tiny organic's persistent shrieks and useless struggles against his secure yet harmless grip. 

With another exasperated vent, "Cease this immediately. Panic will not aid your predicament. Now answer: how did you come to be here?"

"I don't know! You fucking kidnapped me!" They shout. Prowl cycled his vents with long-suffering patience, doorwings fluttering with barely-contained irritation. These organic creatures proved taxing. 

"I can assure you with 100% certainty that I did not 'fucking' kidnap you," he replied dryly. "Were that the case, would I now be wasting valuable processor power tolerating these hysterics instead of my intended operation?" 

Optics remained focused on them, Patience thinning, "I require information." His biolights flashed exasperatedly. "Now stop flaying. I intercepted your traffickers' signal and followed it to this warehouse,Tell me of your captors - numbers, appearance, probable location. I will terminate their operation, then see you to safety and medical care." Slowly he brought the creature closer, servos cupping protectively, Prowl raised an orbital ridge, vocals polished with aloof confidence. 

"I don't know asshat!I don't know, they kept me locked in a box, I could only hear them or see them when they brought me food" they whimper. while trying to hit his servo with their hand, wanting him to let go. Prowl cycled another steadying ventilation, recognizing the human was spent more than expected after the distressing ordeal. 

 His doorwings tilted slightly lower in a posed effort to seem less intimidating. "Very well." He resigned himself to improvising. "You require medical care and safety until you can be relocated. You will come with me back to the station."

His call brought over an enforcement cruiser, he filled them in on the situation. After he's done he transforms Depositing the human inside not so gently as he takes off, Prowl coordinated his team via comms to wrap up operations.The drive proceeded in uncomfortable silence.

Prowl's doorwings flickered tautly as he faced off against a surprisingly immovable Optimus Prime, it was rather strange seeing him back in the force. 

"With all due respect, Prime, you cannot expect me or any other officer to alter standard duties caring for an unruly petro-rabbit," he retorted coolly. "It creates disruption and liability. The logical solution remains finding accommodations better suited among its own kind."

Optimus' field pulsed mild reproof. "Prowl, the human has no such option, until a ship can be organised for safe transport,  No one has come forward for guardianship, and due to the circumstances I doubt anyone will. It now falls to you." His tone allowed no argument.

Prowl suppressed a disgruntled noise. "While protecting all sentient life aligns with your doctrine, I have covered several orns of duties already and can not be diverted to care for this...squishy."

“Prowl this is not up for debate” Optimus states, it makes Prowl want to snarl back at him but he holds back storming out of the office, picking up the human as he goes. 

Despite Prowl's protest the human ends up in his guardianship, and he is forced to take them back to his apartment. The drive is rather uneventful; both of them are quite not wishing to speak to the other. And he's not happy about the situation. 

Prowl set them down none-too-gently upon a seating unit in his private hab, before whirling to pace agitatedly across polished flooring. His doorwings flared in sharp, irritated angles. “Ow what the fuck asshole!” Thye shout while rubbing their sore joints. 

"This situation has become utterly untenable," he spat without glancing at the organic, servos gesticulating crisply to emphasise each word. "I am a law enforcer and tactician, not a crèche worker to cater to some fleshy creature disrupting my operations” 

He jabbed an emphatic digit toward the human. "You will remain here, while I am absent. Do not wander or touch anything. Refuel only at designated intervals so as not to inconvenience me further."

Prowl knew he should modulate for the soft sensory packages organics possessed. But rationality abandoned him in the face of such unprecedented upheaval to his routine.

"Once communications are restored, the earliest ship will relocate you back to your kind. Until then..." He cycled a furious ventilation. "Do not compromise my operations or wander further than your unwanted presence already has." His frustrated field pulsed like an agitated bear, before he spun on a heelstrut moving to his table to overlook datapads and check how things had been progressing. He begins taking comm calls as he types away. 

They flip him off, turning their back to him, their eyes linger on the soft cloth Prowl had laying on the table. They look back at him, eyes linger for a moment watching him argue over comms with others but at that moment they didn't care, they were sore, tired and just wanted to sleep. His engine revved with barely-contained outrage. How dare that little organic upset his living space so profoundly

Prowl paced in his office, doors twitching erratically as comm traffic flooded with commentary on his new "ward." Finally he slammed a fist on the console, engines snarling. "The first transport capable will deliver it back through the spacebridge."

He jabbed frustratedly at a datapad, recalibrating schedules disrupted by this nonsense. Unwelcome surprise flashed across his HUD."first ship available, you are gone. Until then, do not tax what remains of my patience." His words were scorching weapons aimed to inflict. 

They ignore him moving towards the cloth, curling themself into it and making a makeshift bed and blanket. Shivers rack their body over how cold the apartment is but they aren't willing to say anything instead turning away from Prowl and hunkering down into the cloth.

 Green makes her presence known with noises, the flyt taking to Prowl's shoulders, chirping at her owner as she snuggles against prowl. Prowl vented hot air through clenched dental plates, 

His plating clamped tighter as Green chirps around his helm in useless attempts to soothe. With a swat, he sent the pet flying off in a frustrated burst of motion. Even his flyt pet proved irritating at that moment!

They let out a choked up gasp as Prowl picks them up, wrapped in the cloth, "where are you taking me!" They shout. Prowl rumbled with barely-restrained ire as he carried the bundled human toward his personal berth. "Silence," he snapped when it squealed. "I require recharge and will not suffer your disruptions further." Cycling another vent, as stomped toward his hab suite. A brief check of climate controls explained the shivering organic - it was no wonder, given the mech ran hotter.

With a few taps, the thermostat warmed to a more suitable temperature.  He moves towards the berth dumping them onto the hard surface, Prowl loomed over the human once more, entire frame radiating impatience.

His plating clamped taut as he deposited it onto the berth beside himself, looming over the tiny squishy form. "You will remain here undisturbing while I power down," he hissed, Biolights flashing irritably.

Green tries to investigate what had taken her spot on the berth only for Prowl to knock her away, when the flyer pestered, Prowl scooped up the human bundle none-too-gently. "Cause me any disruption and you will face consequences fully." With that less-than-comforting threat, Prowl grumbled low in his chassis and shuttered his optics, forcing stiff joints and wire-frazzled processors to unwind through firm self-discipline.

They squirm lightly trying to get comfortable, they eventually find themself pressed against Prowl's chassis, it's warm and the sound from it eventually lures them to sleep, cloth wrapped around their body. Their eyes shut, out of exhaustion as they cuddle against the mech.

Prowl peepers down beside him, entire frame tensing at the unwelcome sensation. He glanced down to find the human entangled against his chassis plates, curled almost...comfortably? beneath the outer edges of his field.

Green buzzed overhead, clearly agitated at losing her favoured recharge spot. Prowl shot the flyt a warning look, bidding her silence. His processor whirled, examining how to extricate from this undignified scenario without disturbing the human.

His field registered its small organic frame finally relaxing in restful recharge, tiny vents puffing soft exhalations against his plating. Prowl cycled a quiet ventilation, surprised by the peculiar gentleness such a fragile life exuded up close.

It unnerved him. As did the grudging tenderness prompting him to simply remain, allowing recharge to continue undisturbed. Prowl glared at nothing, discomfited. 

The human meant nothing - a temporary obligation soon rectified. Yet...he did not move to dislodge them either, His engine rumbled ever-so-softly, His field pulsed disturbance even as recharge didn't come to him, systems fighting the illogic of sharing space with such a fragile life form. But it would have to do until he could be rid of the organic contaminating his dwelling at last. Pit takes the inconvenience...

Just a klik. Then order would resume, they would be gone soon enough. 

[lloydskywalkers]

Hey there! So I know the post was made back in 2020 but do you have any more writing/context/info for the "rebel demon au"? Because I can only find one post about it (it was a snippet of writing with Lloyd and Morro) and holy crap it has been making my neurons fire. I need the context for it and also way more of that type of cousins dynamic for Lloyd and Morro PLEASE.

HNGH i am assuming this is the one you mean, but forgive me if i'm incorrect - i am so sorry because as of right now i have no plans to continue it (too many multi-chapts T-T) but!! that does mean i can dump the context/what i do have written on you below the cut (featuring the complete trainwreck that is how i plot things out)

Context:

aaand here is the snippet I originally posted with slightly more context:

The rebel laughed, a caustic, grating sound that almost reminded him of the siren screech’s he’d hear on the coast as a child, the kind that sent chills down his spine. Gritting his teeth, Kai shifted his grip on his sword. He could laugh all he wanted — it wasn’t going to stop Kai from wiping the dirt with his face when this was over. 

“You think you’re all so noble,” the rebel spat, yellow-green eyes flashing from behind his mask. “Defending her royal highness. I should’ve expected as much from some brainless guard dog.”

Kai nearly flinched back at the venom in his voice, then set his expression in a glare. “I’d watch how you speak of the queen,” he grit out. “Those are some high and mighty words coming from a bunch of murderers.”

The rebel’s grip on his bow twitched, and for a brief second, Kai feared he would abandon all sense and just shoot him on the spot. 

“We are not the murderers here,” the rebel hissed instead, his voice low with fury. “If you knew any better—“

A dark shadow sprang from the trees behind him, and the rebel had only a second’s warning before the hilt of Zane’s sword came bearing savagely into his head, sending him to the ground with a cry of pain. Kai wasted no time is rushing forward, kicking the rebel’s bow away before he could grab it. Zane came down beside him, grabbing his wrists and pinning them against his back in an iron hold as he thrashed.

“Thanks,” Kai said breathlessly. “That was a close one.”

Zane gave him a tight smile, his eyes flashing in the light of the fires still burning around them. “I’m simply glad I found you in time,” he said. He glanced down to the rebel seething on the ground, trapped firmly by Zane’s iron grip. “What should we do with him?”

Kai eyed the rebel shrewdly, making a face. “Probably tie ‘im up and bring him to the captain,” he said. “As much as I’d love to grind his face in the dirt, he could be valuable. Maybe.”

The rebel hissed at him. “You’d lose your hands before you tried such a thing—“

Zane shoved him down harshly, glaring at the back of his head. “You’re not in a position to make threats,” he said. He shifted his hold, glancing up at Kai. “Hand me your rope,” he said. “I’ll tie him up—“

“Don’t bother.”

All three heads turned in unison as the voice echoed across the clearing. Kai felt a flash of relief as Captain Killow strode toward them, the rest of their unit following. The sense of relief grew stronger as he spotted Jay and Cole in their ranks. They’d all come out alright, then.

The warrior had an entirely opposite reaction — he tensed in Zane’s hold, his eyes narrowing into slits. 

“Better to kill him now,” Killow grinned. 

Kai paused, staring at him. Zane blinked. 

“Captain…?” he stared at him in confusion. “Wouldn’t it be better to take him prisoner? We know nothing about how many of them came here, and he could prove a valuable bartering piece.”

Kai nodded, Zane’s words making sense. Despite his irritation at the warrior for catching him off guard, killing him seemed like a waste.

Plus Kai…wasn’t exactly a fan of killing someone in cold blood like that. It wasn’t like the warrior had killed any of them, anyways. In fact, it looked as if their entire unit had survived relatively unscathed, which was odd.

“Don’t overstep yourself, Julien,” Killow snapped, and both Kai and Zane stiffened. “I said kill him, so kill him.”

Zane frowned, clearly at unease. “Captain, if I may—“

“What did I say, Julien,” Killow growled dangerously. Kai swallowed, exchanging wide-eyed glances with Zane. 

“For the love of — I’ll do it myself, if you’re that useless,” Killow huffed, drawing his sword and striding toward them. The warrior burst unto a violent struggle, and Zane nearly lost his hold in surprise. 

The sword glinted as Willow raised it high, face twisted in a savage grin. “Hold him still, if you can do even that—“

“Stop!” 

Kai’s head jerked up as Killow’s did, the unfamiliar cry echoing across the clearing. The rest of their unit snapped to the defensive, bows and swords rising as they prepared to take out the unseen threat. 

The warrior, however, went still, his eyes going wide. “No!” he suddenly yelled, seemingly uncaring of his own fate. “I told you to run, you idiot, I’m not worth it!”

Killow turned his head back to the warrior, lip curling in distaste. He raised his sword, preparing to swing it down across his neck, when the twang of a bow sounded across the clearing.

“I said stop!” 

Kai brought his own sword up, staring at where the arrow had come from. Killow doubled over, hissing as he clutched at his wounded hand. Zane gave a sharp intake of breath, and Kai followed his gaze upwards.

Oh, he thought blankly. The threat had been above them the entire time. 

Nearly obscured by the shadows, the figure jumped down from his spot in the tree above them, landing neatly just in front of them. Kai immediately recognized him as the shorter rebel, the one with the frightened red eyes. 

The fear had left them now, and instead the eyes were smoldering, fixed into an obvious glare at Killow as he leveled his bow at his head. Kai shook himself, bringing his sword back up and preparing to charge. 

“Don’t touch him,” the smaller rebel snapped. Kai blinked. Despite the fury in his voice, the warrior’s voice was impossibly young, barely sounding older than Nya.

“You’re outnumbered,” Zane spoke up, before he anyone else could react. “What do you hope to achieve here?”

The boy’s grip on his bow tightened, his gaze never leaving Killow, who was now staring between both masked rebels in fury. 

“Don’t you dare,” the rebel beneath Zane snapped, but Kai could hear the terror in his voice. “Don’t—“

“A trade,” the shorter rebel spoke over him, his voice wavering briefly. “Me for him.”

Killow gave a barking laugh. “And what makes you think you’re worth anything?” he sneered. “You’d be dead in minutes if you fired that bow. You’re in no position to be bargaining here.”

The boy tensed, then lowered his bow, slowly. The other rebel gave a strangled curse, and Zane had to strain to keep him pinned. 

“No!” he cried, struggling anew. “I’m not worth it, idiot!”

His hand trembling slightly, the boy raised a hand to his his mask, pulling the dark fabric down. Blond hair so pale it looked white in the darkness tumbled down, framing a face that was far younger than Kai could’ve guessed. But the resemblance in his jawline and the bright red eyes were unmistakeable. Kai heard low murmurs filter between the unit behind them.

“I’d say I’m worth something,” the boy said, tightly. “But you can check with your princess if you want.”

The scowl melted from Killow’s face, his teeth flashing as his mouth spread into a grin. “Garmadon’s son,” he laughed. “So this is what you’ve been reduced to.”

Kai sucked in a breath. Behind him, he heard Jay start muttering frantically. 

Garmadon’s son. The offspring of the demon dragon that terrorized their kingdom, that nearly destroyed them all before Harumi had intervened. The spawn of the devil, and he was…

A fairly unimpressive kid. 

The son of Garmadon’s eyes sparked, and he bared his teeth. “You know who I am.” A sliver of smoke escaped his lips, and Killow jerked back in alarm, the other soldiers following suit. Kai blinked, feeling at loss here. “You know what I can do.”

“Fire-breather,” Killow cursed. “Just like your old man, huh?”

[glowupwithamy]

Insta Anxiety ? Is Social Media Making You Feel Like Your Life Isn't Good Enough?

I know that almost everyone in this generation especially teens often start doing anything to make their life look good even if their real life doesn't look special but this is not a problem there are always problems in real life and it doesn't mean you're unlucky. When we see good highlights of people on social media we feel anxious and depressed that our life is worthless and then we start finding ways to create and look better on Instagram and when expectations are not met this leads to depression.

Why we are doing this ??

Growing up everyone wants to fit in and be liked but social media makes these feelings even stronger. Both boys and girls sometimes do things that don't really match who they are. They might post revealing photos or join in on challenges that can be risky or not safe. Why do they do this? Often, it's because they want to feel accepted and praised by others. When they see others getting attention for certain actions they worry about missing out or think they have to do the same to be liked. This constant comparing can make them feel bad about themselves and even cause anxiety and sadness.

But Anyways It's Time For The Practical Advice Now *Worksheets in the end*

1. Set some goals that really matter to you like getting better at a hobby, hitting fitness milestones, or just growing as a person. When you focus on what you truly care about offline it takes your mind off comparing yourself to others on social media.

2. Try out meditation to help you stay in the moment and notice when those comparison thoughts creep in. Instead of getting caught up in what others are doing remind yourself of the good stuff in your own life.

3. Remember social media's like a highlight reel of people's lives it's not the full story. Don't let those perfect posts make you feel like your life's not measuring up. Everyone's dealing with stuff they don't show.

4. Celebrate what makes you, well, YOU. Don't feel pressured to fit some mold you see online. Embrace your quirks and what sets you apart from the crowd. That's what makes you awesome.

5. Spend more time doing things that bring you joy offline. Hang with friends explore your creative side or even get involved in your community. Real life experiences beat scrolling any day.

6. Take some time to think about who you are and what really matters to you. Focus on growing and improving for yourself not because of what others might think.

7. If there are accounts or posts that always leave you feeling down or envious don't hesitate to unfollow or mute them. Your mental health comes first and curating your feed can make a big difference.

8. Find your worth inside yourself not from how many likes or comments you get. You're valuable just because you're you not because of what others think.

9. Be genuine on social media and connect with people who share your interests and values. When you're real and authentic you'll build relationships that matter online and off.

The main point is :

When you see those people on social media showing off and posting fancy stories, they're just wasting their time. Maybe their world is limited to just that on social media trying to look good. But here's the thing don't let all of that affect you. Keep your life goals big so these things don't impact your time and life. Your life is different, you are different. This is a great time to polish and refine yourself because half the world is wasting their time watching reels and fighting in comments. So don't feel down or bad about yourself just because of lame people and their lame stories.

Here is the link of self reflection prompts that encourage you to reflect on such social media habits

Here is the link of Goal setting template that provides framework for setting realistic and meaning full goals related to personal growth

[ch4ined]

thinking more about jin's comic-based verse and specifically as it pertains to a gotham/bat-universe kinda vibe bc im very limited in what comics i read and what comic related stuff i usually engage with but give me gotham and batman and the rogues any day

so, some basic default v. 003 stuff

as mentioned in my verse post (tagged in pinned), jin acquires his telekinesis and forcefield powers through experimental medical testing done to him as an infant. since this plot point originates his verse based in the boys, i don't have an exact 1:1 for the details and can flexible as to who is responsible for this experimentation and the surrounding details. his mother was not fully aware of what, exactly, she was signing up for, instead under the impression that he was undergoing some kind of treatment or testing for neurological diseases. considering her husband (jin's father) had recently died due to a brain tumor and cancer caught "too late" so to speak, and with a language barrier, she was persuaded to let doctors perform what she thought was new, albeit a bit unproven, but still sound and ethical medical care.

although his mother was paid for this, it was not a significant enough amount of money to be totally life changing. they had debts, she was a single parent, and eventually that money was used up and things went back to normal, though with slowly emerging telekinetic powers to complicate matters. deception aside, this is a big reason he feels so slighted. that his life and the consequences of these actions were worth so little, that despite trusting her kid and being used and lied to, she wasn't even set up to not have to struggle. he was used like a lab rat, like an animal, and wasnt even given the dignity of a stable middle class life in exchange for his service to science without his knowledge or consent.

the trial didn't carry on long enough in jin's case, possibly because his mother backed out or rescinded, maybe because the company went under, but for whatever reason they didn't see things through. by the time the telekinetic abilities he gained became obvious and he had to learn to control them he was on his own doing so.

despite his anger about his situation, he doesnt necessarily regret his abilities. they do give him an edge, though its a card he holds close to his chest. he uses these powers to enrich himself and his immediate circle (usually just his mother), because if he doesnt who will?

his investigation into the company/companies responsible likely leads to him to gotham, but the details of why i am again flexible on. plus this is a crime ridden place full of all kinds of weirdos where he feels like he can cloak his shenanigans (mostly theft and petty acts revenge against his personal enemies or the upper classes he feels scornful towards but also envious of). there is so much shit going on in that city it would be an attractive spot to slide under the radar of bigger, badder criminals for a while, a place where law enforcement is clearly busy and stretched thin. and while there may be various vigilantes, theres a limited number compared to what seems like a never ending stream of Big Bads and their henchpeople.

part of the reason he has his suit fitted with bright detailing is to draw attention towards the gear and away from him. he is the source of his abilities but it works in his favour to let people think hes another vigilante with some weird tech. plus he likes the look, and compared to some of the other publicly known freaks and villains in this universe its pretty tame.

the suit actually limits him more than it helps him, but the benefit of concealing his identity and throwing suspicion is more valuable than the limits it places on him. his senses are important for his ability to mentally map his surroundings, and his helmet and visor do limit his peripheral visibility somewhat and can impact his hearing by muffling less obvious sounds. he also has less tactile sensation due to his gloves, and has to effectively work through the layers of material around his head, since his brain is the nexus of his telekinesis.

his equipment is DIY'd or configured through his social network and isn't very high tech to compensate for these weaknesses, at least not early on before he accumulates more money and connections, criminal or otherwise.

as a gotham transplant and also just. a normal person he probably would have 0 suspicion initially about the bat's actual identity. the thought of the public persona of bruce being batman makes no sense to him at all. tbh he probably thinks batman is some kind of government agent or psyop or something.

if he did ever learn that bat's identity? honestly he's kinda pissed off. some billionaire is going around making himself a one man police force with a potentially tenuous relationship to any body of oversight (again this varies in comics and verses but the point stands)...? that doesnt sit right with him, and at least if the bat is a govt agent that kind makes sense, but this is prob harder for him to understand... he does what he does because he didn't win the birth lottery and have rich parents, otherwise he would be chillin at home moving things around his penthouse with his mind.

potential for jin to have a day job at wayne enterprises makes this so much funnier. stealing from his boss, bruce wayne, who is also batman. your ultimate boss at work makes money off of exploitation at some level (bc how the fuck else do people become billionaires, even if its inherited, like. economics.) and is using it to do this? he'd had some.... thoughts and feelings about it for sure

[djarins-cyare]

How Does Pinterest See You?

Search these and pick the first photo: CELEBRITY, SHOES, OUTFIT, AESTHETIC, PURSE, MAKEUP LOOK

Thank you for the tag @almostfoxglove, I do enjoy rating Pinterest’s attempts to pin me down! Okay, let’s see…

CELEBRITY: Well whaddya know it’s Pedro! Touché, Pinterest, touché. But it’s not like I use the site to look at ANY other celebs, so that was an easy one. This is also the exact pic I used as a Din photo in chapter 35 of Be-All And Endor, so it was inevitable it’d come up. 10/10

SHOES: Hmm, it’s been years since I owned any Chucks, but these are pretty cute ones. I live in my black leather Reebok Classics because they’re comfy and under black jeans they’re smart enough to wear to the office (either that or my boss is blind, which is a distinct possibility). But points for effort, Pinterest. 8/10

OUTFIT: Again, not bad — see above re black jeans (!), although these are a lot looser than I like. I go for straight cut usually, as they can look like work trousers (yes, I am indeed the master of making casual comfort wear into office wear, thank you for noticing 😝). And… I think I actually own that sweater! 9/10

AESTHETIC: I don’t know how to rate this because it’s entirely based on my endless searches for forest photos when I was writing Be-All, so I wouldn’t really call it my “aesthetic”. I’m not an outdoorsy person. Like, at all. But that fic is kind of my identity. So idk… half points for getting the fictional aesthetic right, I guess. 5/10

PURSE: Oh hell no. This is hideous. Sorry to anyone who likes this but yuck. Puffy material, ick. Tan colour, ick. Chain straps, ick. The fact that it’s open along the top — I live in the capital city of Wales and I work in the capital city of England, are you kidding? Please come steal my valuables, why don’t you? Just no, Pinterest. Shame on you. 0/10

MAKEUP LOOK: Laughing that I got products instead of a face because this is true — I own plenty but rarely wear it. My usual is some concealer and a touch of mascara and eyebrow pencil. These all seem fairly neutral colours which is about right. 7/10

Total = 6.5/10

Okay, I remain enough of a mystery to the Pinterest algorithm that I’m not yet frightened of it. Phew! 😅

No pressure tags (sorry if you've already done this... I do check people’s blogs before I tag, but a search for ‘pinterest’ doesn’t always bring up the post 😔):

@always-andromeda @amywritesthings @beefrobeefcal @djarins-wife @grogusmum

@ilovepedro @kyberblade @maggiemayhemnj @magpie-to-the-morning @mermaidgirl30

@morallyinept @pedroisghosties @saradika @sunflowersunlight7-blog @syd-djarin

@thepetitemandalorian @vabeachazn @wannab-urs @yourcoolauntie @zaddymandalorian

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2024-01-08

My guests have just boarded their plane. It was good and now I get to learn exactly what happens when you make my apartment handle three people for two weeks.

Listening: Between the frigid weather and the Maladies, the back half of this trip featured a lot of crashing on the couch. Putting on various background music while people were around featured a lot of Jack de Quidt specials, here's "The Valentine Affair" from Marielda.

The second best part of having an extremely specific music collection that you put together yourself is being shockingly good at telling people who did a particular song when they ask.

Reading: "Small Scale Farmers and Peasants Still Feed The World", a defense of some older UN FAO numbers, and a rebuttal to the paper "How much of our world’s food do smallholders produce?" and by extension Hannah Ritchie's article "Smallholders produce one-third of the world’s food, less than half of what many headlines claim", which was an earlier Reading entry. I think I saw this paper when @probablyasocialecologist posted it.

(PDF linked from that page)

The paper makes some interesting points about the status of the data these studies are based on. It makes me less convinced of their point than it makes me doubtful that anyone has a good number on this, which is valuable on its own. It seems like both the FAO claims and the newer World Development papers have some very arbitrary choices that make it difficult to pin down, but that there is clear value in measuring agricultural productivity differently for these applications.

It mainly brings up the value of including utilization of agricultural calories instead of just looking at raw value output, basically incorporating that a huge amount of the value AND calories produced in highly productive agronomies like the USA end up in cattle feed or biofuels instead of in humans. A good point, we were just talking about this the other day in the biofuel hate tag! It also notes that if you ignore small scale animal agriculture and non-agricultural calorie sources you throw away a lot of calorie conversion in poorer parts of the world.

This is a big deal! Industrial vs Smallholder agriculture is a thing I care a lot about, each one has very variable upsides and downsides and where to focus attentions (yields, transport, industrialization) changes dramatically based on what is the main driver of land use and carbon emissions.

Basically I need to read some more things. Notes to follow maybe.

Watching: I continue to find Jet Lag The Game extremely good.

Playing: Nothing! Busy...

Making: Slides and slips arrived for the Microscope, so I can start doing real mounts. Did a very hasty saliva sample just to check it out, and like. Man it's so nice to have a real scope, you can see epithelial tissue so clearly even with plain old brightfield and no staining. Started working on some printed mounts for a camera. My brother brought my reliable old point-and-shoot up and that's perfectly suited to do some microscopy capture.

Tools and Equipment: I got a basic stylist's comb with a metal tail and it so dramatically simplifies handling long hair when you're washing it. Highly recommended.

[forleejehoon]

Hi to everyone who newly followed and to everyone who was here since the beginning 🤍 Want to tell a few changes I'm making to this blog as of now!

Okay, so actually there's just one main thing – I won't be posting every single update related to Jehoon anymore. At least not as promptly and not in the capacity I've been doing.

I don't have the means to be on my toes all the time and keep track of upcoming schedules or minor events like some fashion brand pop-up store openings. I initially wanted this blog to be an "update and translation" blog and my interest always leaned more into the "translation" part yet I feel like it became 80% updates and only 20% translations. Moreover, with time I became sure I want this blog to focus more on cherishing Jehoon as an actor along with the works he starred in, however giving my energy to posting majorly updates isn't really it...

Basically, will be trying to do the quality over quantity type of thing. Which means I'll still probably post photos from the "random store pop-up events" but with more care to pick out the best photos out there instead of posting every single picture I come across; as a result there will be less posts overall but I'll try making every single one of them count even more. If that makes sense... 🙄

Although it's a bit stupid to make a differentiation like that, the vision for this blog essentially is: actor Jehoon > person Jehoon.

What I won't be posting, or posting in lesser capacity:

New Youtube video links unless it's Jehoon appearing on some other channel and not Company On's.

Upcoming schedule notices excluding films, dramas.

Anything from brand events (even photos and videos) unless I personally deem the content valuable/meaningful/fun/interesting in one way or another.

Brand & promotional content. (Really didn't need to post so many of Icletime pictures... lol)

What I want to focus on:

Archiving photos & videos. Even more strongly curated pictures (in similar cases when Company On publishes a blog post with hundreds of behind the scenes photos).

Translations. Whether video, interviews or articles.

Structuring the base of the blog around Jehoon's movies & dramas. For example, during the drought season that we're in right now, I'll be also taking it slower, but as soon as some of his projects see the light of day – I'll be there to report everything.

Updates centered more around movie, drama & other project releases. Not personal brand deals. I also frankly don't care about private things like Jehoon's relationship status, or how much his office building costs.

Other type of posts not mentioned above will stay the same more or less.

Currently I'm thinking of adding something like "Upcoming releases" to my navigation pinned; I feel like this would help with the third point I want to focus on. I've also been drafting a "Jehoon filmography list" for quite some time now and it's almost finished. I really hope I can finally post it soon!

This blog keeps slowly yet steadily growing and I want to thank everyone for following 🫶 I also want to let everyone know I'm always open to requests! And if there'd be a demand for a certain type of Jehoon content (that I'm crossing out in this post, for example), I'd definitely (re)consider. Just let me know any time via ask or anywhere!

🩷 Please interact with this post so that I know you've reached the end!

[latetothepartyandconfused]

[ID:screenshot of tags and multiple screenshots of posts about scamming in animal jam The tags say "I stil think that 'anti-scammers dni' is really fucking funny especially sicnce the context was that they were scamming kids on animal jam and peple went 'kind of fucked up to do that to kids' and they got soo mad. 'stfu I am working' yeah working so hard. scamming 8 years old out of their items in animal jam" The scamming post says "Animal jam scamming <3 I feel like there’s nothing wrong with it. Its’s teaching kids a valuace lesson, even if it’s a harsh way of doing it. In the end, it’s just virtual items. I think hacking is worse personaly, but also not that bad ether. It’s how the food chain works." Someone responds with: "Yeah, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with making kids cry! /s get a hobby" another person says "idk why scammers cant just admit They do it to have items?? Like you dont really need to explain why you scam like we all know you do it so you can have more items, like there’s no ulterior motive, you just want items" different person says  "'valuable lesson' you are stealing from children, stop trying to justify that to yourself publicly?? You’re just a dick lol." They than take screenshot of op's comment that says "y’all can cope just saying" and respond with "mad nobly likes you huh? <3".

Op than makes another comment that says "plenty people like me. sorry that you have to get all pissy instead of minding your own bussiness. people scam to pay bills. we are suffering just as much us you honey." They respond in all caps with "another day of scamming children on animal jam to pay the bills </3". Op than makes comment that reads as "anyway, free blocklist. You don't like my page, get off it. Your little moral psa isn't going to cange my ways. Stop trying to be all woke and grow the fuck up." They repond again with "fellas is it 'woke' to say 'stealing from kids bad'?"

We then see op's pinned post which says "Since it has to be said anti-scam dni Y'all are fucking annoying, I'm working ffs, you're not achieving anything by blowing up my notifs with "hjahaha my morals are better x3 x3" kindly go fuck yourselves" \end ID]

dnis are evitonmental storytelling because you can instantly imagine the incomprehensible hellscape someone is trapped in if they have a dni that's like dni if you:

think irish people can't be pan

are an apologist for season 2 scrunklepus or the knights of glop

hunt and kill people for sport

play frunko's quest

think movies always have to be slimy

think it's okay for welsh people to cosplay flugson

don't tag bibbles or togs

think that dutch and samoan are the same nationality

use the z-slur

participated in the srebenica massacre

are mutuals with steve

[smith4883]

Everything You Need to Know About Flat Back Earrings: Style Meets Comfort

What Are Flat Back Earrings?

Flat back earrings are a type of earring designed with a flat disc at the back instead of the traditional butterfly or clutch back. The front of the earring is typically attached via a threaded post or a push-fit mechanism, making the design more secure and less irritating than conventional earrings.

Originally developed for body piercings—especially lip or cartilage piercings—the design has since evolved and become mainstream, now widely used for ear piercings of all types. Whether it’s your first lobe piercing or a more adventurous helix or tragus placement, flat back earrings are an excellent option.

Why Flat Back Earrings Are Gaining Popularity

Flat back earrings are gaining momentum in the jewelry world for several compelling reasons:

1. Comfort Like Never Before

The flat, smooth backing sits flush against your skin, eliminating the poking or pressure often associated with traditional earring posts. This feature is particularly important for side sleepers or anyone who wears earrings continuously.

2. Increased Security

Thanks to their screw-on or push-fit design, flat back earrings are much more secure than their traditional counterparts. This makes them perfect for valuable earrings that you don’t want to risk losing.

3. Sleek, Minimalist Look

Flat back earrings often come in simple, chic designs that appeal to minimalists and fashion-forward individuals alike. They lie flatter against the ear, giving a seamless, clean appearance.

4. Ideal for Sensitive Skin

High-quality flat back earrings are usually made from hypoallergenic materials like surgical steel, titanium, or solid gold. These materials are ideal for people with sensitive ears or metal allergies.

5. Perfect for Sleeping and Everyday Wear

Because of their flush backing, flat back earrings are often marketed as nap earrings, designed specifically for people who want to wear earrings 24/7, including during sleep. The comfort and security they offer make them ideal for everyday use.

Types of Flat Back Earrings

Just like traditional earrings, flat back earrings come in a variety of styles and mechanisms. Here's a breakdown of the most common types:

1. Threaded Flat Back Earrings

These have a post with threads, and the decorative end screws onto it. This style is very secure and commonly used in cartilage piercings.

Pros:

Extremely secure

Ideal for long-term wear

Cons:

Slightly harder to remove

Takes time to screw and unscrew

2. Push-Pin or Push-Fit Flat Backs

This design involves a thin, slightly curved post that “pushes” into the back, locking into place with tension.

Pros:

Easy to insert and remove

Great for people new to flat back earrings

Cons:

May loosen over time with repeated removal

3. Fixed Flat Back Posts

Some earrings are designed with a permanent flat back post, and only the front part is interchangeable. These are often found in high-end body jewelry and custom-fit designs.

Materials to Look For

When choosing flat back earrings, it’s important to consider the material, especially if you plan on wearing them daily. Here are some top choices:

Titanium: Lightweight, hypoallergenic, and very durable.

14K or 18K Gold: A luxurious, skin-friendly option.

Surgical Stainless Steel: Affordable and safe for most skin types.

Niobium: Another hypoallergenic metal with a beautiful finish.

Avoid nickel-based alloys or cheap costume jewelry, which can cause irritation and allergic reactions.

Ideal Use Cases for Flat Back Earrings

Flat back earrings shine in a variety of scenarios:

1. Sleeping Comfortably

Whether you’re a side sleeper or someone who doesn’t like removing earrings every night, the flat back design is unmatched in comfort. You won’t feel it pressing into your neck or getting tangled in your hair.

2. For Children

Flat back earrings are a safer and more comfortable choice for children. Their secure fit and smooth back help prevent accidental pulling or loss.

3. Multiple Piercings

If you have multiple piercings in close proximity, flat backs prevent clutter and discomfort, allowing for a more cohesive and clean look.

4. Professional or Discreet Settings

Need a subtle yet stylish look for work? Flat back earrings in neutral tones or small gemstones are discreet enough for professional environments while still adding a touch of elegance.

5. Active Lifestyles

Whether you’re into yoga, running, or swimming, flat back earrings won’t fall out or get in the way. Their flush design reduces the risk of snagging on clothes or gear.

Caring for Flat Back Earrings

To maintain the longevity and cleanliness of your flat back earrings, follow these care tips:

Clean Regularly: Soak in warm water and mild soap, then gently clean with a soft brush.

Avoid Harsh Chemicals: Take earrings off before using hairspray, perfume, or skincare products near the ears.

Check for Tightness: Periodically check threaded earrings to make sure they’re still securely fastened.

Store Properly: Keep them in a soft pouch or lined jewelry box to avoid scratches or damage.

Styling Tips

Here’s how to make the most out of your flat back earrings:

Minimalist Look: Pair small studs with clean hairstyles and neutral clothing for a modern, effortless look.

Layering: Use flat backs in second or third lobe piercings alongside hoops or drop earrings.

Pop of Color: Choose gemstone flat backs for a subtle splash of color that can complement your outfit or eye color.

Mixed Metals: Don’t be afraid to mix gold and silver flat backs for a trendy, fashion-forward style.

Are Flat Back Earrings Worth It?

Absolutely. Flat back earrings offer unparalleled comfort, security, and versatility. Whether you’re a jewelry minimalist or a bold fashion enthusiast, flat backs can seamlessly integrate into your everyday look.

The convenience of not needing to remove them for sleep, exercise, or work makes them a worthwhile investment. They’re particularly appealing for anyone with sensitive skin, young children, or those who wear earrings for extended periods.

Final Thoughts

As the jewelry world evolves, so does our expectation for comfort and functionality. nap earrings are leading the charge, offering a solution that doesn’t force us to choose between beauty and practicality.

They’re more than just a trend—they’re a revolution in earring design. Whether you’re looking for something you can wear to bed, the gym, or a boardroom meeting, flat back earrings are an ideal choice. With various styles, materials, and mechanisms to choose from, there’s a pair out there for everyone.