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frecht · 10 months ago
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why do we have a whole discord server for the art department dc trip this saturday
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drop--pop--candy · 1 year ago
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GAAHHHH it was really silly of me to ask what music you like. it literally slipped my mind that your url is a vocaloid song. i guess i asked because there are so many vocaloid songs, and so many different vibes and sounds, the vocaloid music one likes could differ greatly from that of another. i *do* listen to vocaloid, surprisingly & embarrassingly sparingly, as i'm a proseka fan. but do rule out your prsk-only mutuals. hmm...to give you a hint, my favorite units are mmj and niigo. i have a project sekai url, but i don't talk about it much nowadays >_> mostly because my ipad—what i play on—is on the fritz, and i plan on saving up to buy a new one so i can both play and draw digitally. it has been so saddening, not being able to do either of those things 。゜゜(´O`) ゜゜。in terms of proseka characters, you give me saki vibes ! she and shiho are my faves from leoni ♪
drop pop candy is such a cute song! and it's clearly very special to you. i remember listening to it for the first time in an undertale animation on youtube. i think my first vocaloid song was triple baka. i also like a wide range of styles, but i, too, love upbeat and energetic songs like you do. i won't right now because in my last ask i recommended you a whole album, but i'll make sure to send over some energetic kpop songs i think you'll like at some point ♡
CHICKEN TENDERS IS CRAZY LOL & it makes for a very funny story, if i do say so myself! the sugar bit is very telling. it's like i can smell and taste them myself just from the way you described it. do you remember what song you were listening to, or has it since slipped your mind? even if your synesthesia is mild, i still think it's cool! does drop pop candy smell like anything to you?
re: your tags I DO THE SAME THING. emojis, kaomojis & emoticons are perfect punctuation ^^ especially in online spaces, i think. i don't use kaomojis a lot in text because they're a hassle to copy and paste, but i love simple emoticons like :3 and ^_^ as well as emojis. also, it's easy to break up separate thoughts into several messages 🌸
+ the game is on !!!!! yay ! i'll be looking out for yellow hearts in my inbox, then. i'm trying to think of hints that don't make my identity obvious LOL. let's seeee...there aren't any dashes in my url & my favorite sanrio character is kuromi.
one last note: you're not the only person who assigned me leafeon via that game :> my friend reblogged with the tag "im breaking molds im shattering expectations . leafeon" which made me laugh a little to myself. everyone else mostly says sylveon!
i'll make sure to drink some water today ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა you have a nice morning/afternoon/evening yourself . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
♡, sylvie
OOOOOH okay!!! maybe ill make a list of all the hints i have of u some day :3 (maybe ill do it in the tags? idk)
i have been told i give saki vibes lol she was actually my pfp before i made my blog mirabelle themed ☆w☆ i love her a lot!! she's one of my favorite characters from any piece of media ever so i'm glad people compare me to her :D
i do remember what song triggered the chicken tender thing!! it was empurple, the new mafuyu commission. i'm in a bunch of project sekai servers so people were posting it everywhere right after it came out and on my very first listen i was immediately hit with a wave of Very Specific smell. it was super weird!! because up to that point i hadn't really experienced any bouts of synthesasia that weren't subtle enough to just write off as "my brain playing tricks on me" or something similar @-@
drop pop candy smells like cotton candy!! but it doesn't TASTE like cotton candy, it tastes like,,, birthday cake flavoring? i think that's it. kinda hard to tell it's just Really Sweet
yea!!! on discord i usually use server emojis or just send separate messages but you can't do that when replying to an ask so i just use faces :3
the game is afoot!! i'll add those clues to my mental box of em >:D
oo! i was not expecting that someone else would pick leafeon :o guess i am also breaking molds and expectations HAJSGSHSHD
i will have a nice evening!! i hope u do as well :DDD
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mythiccheroacademia · 5 years ago
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Hey!! Could we please get more sugar daddy fics with a black reader ofc 😋 idk if you've done shoto already but that'd be nice or hawks and deku💕
A/N: “wrist on glitter, waist on thinner, imma show you how to bag a eight-figure nigga” 👅💋 I enjoyed this way too much
All characters are 18+
Warnings: it got a lil spicy so imma put the line 
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Todoroki Shouto:
this mf has money to burn 
we all know todoroki came out the womb w cash from his hair to his ass 
he’s on some “yes, jeff bezos knows me” type shit so if you’re tryna end up with someone that’s gonna possibly buy you a house, he’s your guy 
he slid into your dms after you posted a pic with your skin moisturized and glistening under golden hour and your body had him wanting to run laps 
he had been plottin on you for a min but never got the motivation to do something about it until then
he’s a no strings attached type of sugar daddy
todoroki is a big name even outside of hero work and he’s well aware of all the people that have tried to use him. so instead of letting that happen, he’s decided to do things on his own terms 
when yall first started talking, he questioned you like this was managerial position at apple 💀 
best believe he ran an in-depth background check and made you sign an NDA 💀💀💀
he was a tough one
but you passed w flying colors and y’all settled on an arrangement
you have a weekly allowance that hits your bank account every saturday with some bonuses that he’ll give you depending on how the week goes
todoroki isnt needy nor is he one to be all up in your business 
it’s actually weird in an endearing kind of way? 
he only wants to have conversations with you 
i mean, dont get me wrong, he’s up for anything you are
todoroki would be a liar if he said he never ended some nights with a picture of you and a hand down his pants 
but that’s not what he’s mainly looking for 
you figure out very quickly that shouto just wants someone to talk to 
he’ll randomly hit up your phone and have a 30 min convo about something like the weather or hero politics, and then he’ll dip
next thing you know, you got $1000 in your cashapp
you kind of panicked bc like...wtf? 
your dumb ass messaged him: “did you mean to send $1000?”
sis, dont put a question mark where God put a period
him: “Yes.”
and that was the end of that
you dont question anymore
he’s not doting in any kind of way, and sometimes you lowkey think he forgets about you, but you still get your allowance 
doesn’t send a lot of gifts unless you explicitly state you want something
he doesnt text back a lot, but he tried to respond when he can
but i do see him liking it when you send him mundane things you do throughout your day, like pics of cookies you baked, or a cool plant you saw at home depot
and he enjoys the times you and him end up just trashing his father for nearly an hour. expect to find flowers, with some expensive ass coats or something at your door the next morning 
he really fucks w your laid back vibe 
sometimes he forgets you guys arent really supposed to be friends 
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Takami Kiego (Hawks):
this is not hawks’ first time being a sugar daddy
he’s hot, rich, and one of the most eligible bachelor’s in japan with a life that prevents him from having anything too serious
so, long story short, he’s a veteran at this 
he used to be the type to reach out to instagram baddies but he had a couple bad run-ins and decided to stick with the official sites because it was a lot more secure on both ends 
the funny thing was, you set up your account a long time ago as a joke. though at one point, you did take it seriously, but you came in contact with a lot of super creepy men that sexualized you for your skin and ethnicity. 
you were tired of the “chocolate king/queen” and “amazonian god/dess” comments,so you took a break. you didnt have much activity since
so imagine youre surprise when the #2 hero hit your line talking about some 
“Hey~ I’ll get straight to the point. I think you’re beautiful and I’d like to talk with you about an arrangement” 
you thought this was a fake account, but after he chatting for a little and sending some pictures, you knew he was the real deal 
hawks is your standard tit-for-tat transaction sugar daddy
he’s the type to hit you up at night with a “how ya doing, dove? got any pics for me?”
he’s good about his respect ad won’t do anything out of line
it’s the bare minimum, be he doesnt fetishize you so that’s always nice 
however, he does make you call him daddy, sir, etc. whether it’s through text, call, or when y’all get together for...reasons
ngl his dicc game is fire
he might ghost you for a week or so but he’ll always come back with a nice check to make up for it 
just be careful about catching feelings bc he’s so fucking smooth. he makes you feel like you’ve got his heart, but dont fall for that shit
if you think you can “change him” or fuflfil whatever wattpad romance fantasy lives in your head, he is not your guy. you better get on w your life before you get your heart broken
he’s here to suck, fuck, send pics, do a little phone call here n there, send some money, and go 
if you’re not with all that, you might as well dip 
but if you’re cool with that, rest assured, you’re gonna be living your best mf life with this man in your wallet 
and good news, you might not be his only, but you are his favorite
there’s just something about you that’s got him giving you a few extra thousand than he normally does 
he doesnt take his sugar babies on proper dates bc he’s gotta stay away from media outlets, but he will invite you to his office for a “lunch break”
if you ever surprise him with a cute but sexy hawks cosplay, you won’t have to work for two whole weeks bc you cant walk  
overall, he’s a good sugar daddy. defintely good for your pockets and any other non-romantic desires you want fulfilled
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Mirodirya Izuku:  
the way you two met and came to this arrangement was more or less an accident
the life of the number one pro-hero was lonely and stressful 
he’s tried to dip his toes in the water here and there, but it never worked out because not many people could deal with the fact that he’d always put hero work first
he was teetering on the edge of signing up for one of those sugar daddy/baby websites until he met you at some cafe he passed by 
it’s cliche really. you were his server and, honestly? he was hooked on day one 
he watched you intently as you pranced around in your cute uniform. he couldnt stop admiring your brown skin and eyes and how cute your hair was. you spoke with such enthusiasm and cheerfulness that he couldnt help but swoon. and it didn’t hurt that you were very easy on the eyes
he listened to you as you went on a spiel about how college was a fortune and how you stayed up last night for a project bc you had to pick up extra shifts
that’s when he made his decision
by the time the hero is out of the door, you collected the reciept and almost fainted when you realized he left you a $500 tip and his personal number 
“i enjoyed talking to you today and i hope we can continue that...here’s something small to help with your bills. and i hope this isnt too forward but you’re very beautiful. stay safe. deku.”
and what did you do that night?
you called his ass right back
you were nervous as hell bc you still couldnt believe this was real, but after talking on the phone with him for two hours, an arrangement was set
midoriya is the most gentlemen like sugar daddy out there 
you wake up to good morning texts and a few hundred in your bank account almost every two days 
he goes crazy over your insta posts. and if you wear something green? expect a bonus
takes you out shopping unprovoked 
izuku: “are you busy? i saw you were having a rough week and was wondering if you wanted to go to that new outlet mall downtown”
you: 🏃🏾‍♀️💨  
you most certainly had homework due that night but what tf you look like missing out on that offer? 
it’s after so many “dates” that deku realizes that he prefers hanging around you more than he should but he doesnt wanna ruin anything so he keeps that underwraps 
he’s the idiot that goes into this thinking he won’t fall in love
deku defintely has some dirty thoughts about you but he doesnt try to bring it up unless you do first
if you’re comfortable with anything nsfw, you gone see a whole different side to izuku
he’s a giver, giver, giver, but when he recieves, he just about loses it
send him “innocent” pics of yourself matched with a string of filthy texts and he’ll combust 
when you send him pics of yourself in deku-themed lingre, he deadass sends you a whole black card with your name on it as a thank you
you guys get very comfortable with each other very quickly
soon enough, DA’s start turning into y/n stayng over for a week 
you both realize this relatiosnhip runs a lot deeper than an arrangement when he accidentally let it slip that he told his mom about you 
he’s profusely apologizing but you shut him up with a kiss and tell him that you’ve kinda caught feelings yourself 
your next conversation works out well for the both of you 
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erofanart · 3 years ago
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Another Big WELP Post🙄
To me it's somewhat crazy how entitled people say "you have to play this way and that way to make it easier for us!". Since when there was a rulebook to play how many wants you to, in order to win?
Entitled players can blame others if they want because they lost, but never look back on their mistakes at what they've done wrong that caused them to lose a match.
Dead by Daylight is one of those games that rarely has people who are never self-aware for their mistakes. They either blame their teammates or blame the player who plays killer, but never take a breath and say "okay, I was out of line. I might have made a mistake I wasn't paying much attention to that led my character to be hooked many times or killed. I'm sorry I lashed out. It's just been frustrating."
Sadly not everyone is like that. Instead, people sent out d*ath threats and insults at other people, just because they lost.
Over a game? Of fictional characters? Yep!
And according to many vids and streams I've watched, most of those complaints are from entitled salty survivor players. Like people need to grow the hell up. Especially if you're an adult behind the screen, acting like a 10 year old just because you've been camped, tunnled, and/or slugged. And saying you've been experienong that in EVERY match is just too unrealistic. Unless you're being stream snipped or that same person with different names has been following you within the same server or a while or however it works, then that's different.
Everyone has their own way of playing in matches. Some survivor players uses meta perks, some don't. Some killer players runs Noed, some don't. Some people camp and tunnel, some players don't. Everyone has their own play style. Doesn't mean you should assume or judge all players who uses Bubba to camp are toxic, and assume all survivors who brings in flashlights are considered toxic. Placing assumptions on many people instead of the kind of players you've been facing will put you more in a bad spotlight than people who do choose to camp and tunnel. It's not the biggest deal in the world if those "problems" can be avoided.
Example:
If you're being constantly chased by a killer, then where's your teammates to do body blocks? Yes, doing gens are important, but at least having one person with you can ease off the pressure you're feeling. Especially when injured.
If you're being camped, then where's a teammate that has Borrowed Time or at least TRIES to save you off the hook? There's also been gameplays I've seen when three teammates are crouched further away, watching a player entering second stage on the hook and then goes in to save. It's almost as if some are doing this intentionally.
And then there's this: Why is the killer camping at 3 or 4 gens? Well ask yourself why isn't all the gens completed? It's kinda ridiculous to have all three survivors saving ONE person in the first place, when two people can finish gens, find any Hex totems in case there's Noed in the end, and at least 99 an exit gate. Sadly its risky if someone's in their second stage, but...🙄
There's so many ways to avoid yourself and/or others from being in these pressured situations without blaming killer players and how they play. Entitlement only makes it worse when you have the "blame the whole world" mentality for what's happening to you in a game.
It can be frustrating, only because you're too focused in a game, wanting to win, and now you're letting your anger get the best of you. So now you make these mistakes that you may be somewhat unaware of, and start coming up with sh*tty blame games towards people, when they're just playing a roll as killer. Since when does players have to "play nice" for your sake? If you want an easy game, you can always have Custom Matches with your friends. If you don't have any to team up with and someone to play killer, then at least try and think of ways for you to prevent yourself from being in pressured situations.
Sometimes the game feeds off of pressure. You either do this or you do that. But at the end of the day, whether you're going against pro players or not, salty players or...toxic, telling people to not run certain perks or telling them to change up their play style is not the right move. That's like telling someone to change the way they dress just because you don't like the color of their shirt or how short the pants or dress is. Or telling someone that they need to learn how to cook because to you...their food is trash. Just like everything else, the game doesn't revolve around you. Yeah, no one likes to lose, but that's just part of playing the game or game in general. You win some, you lose some. Some people can accept it like it is because there's many chances that they can win other matches. It's all the more reason to learn and move on.
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honibee-arts · 5 years ago
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dramatic villain nie huaisang and hero jiang cheng? maybe nie huaisang flirts with the hero while jiang cheng is kinda horny but has a duty to fulfill?
Just a warning this gets a little steamy but its a kind of pan to the window vibe. I will mark this as NSFWish text to be safe though.
"Jie, I don't think I can get all of these people out of here in time.” Jiang Cheng panted into his headset, holding the crumbling ceiling up with one arm, watching the people run out.
He heard his sister sigh, her manicured nails clicking against her keyboard.
“Lightbearer and Moonbeam should be on the scene in the next two minutes.” she replied.
“Jie, I don’t have two minutes. This building is going to collapse in the next thirty fucking seconds.” 
“A-Cheng, language.”
“I’m holding up a building, I don’t even have super strength. I’m gonna die like this. Can’t you tell them to hurry up?” He grit his teeth. He’s going to have a fucking hernia and broken bones after this shit, and he was going to make that stoic asshole Lightbearer pay for his goddamn medical bills. He probably had more than enough money.
“They’re going as fast as they can, A-Cheng.”
“And your boyfriend couldn’t come and help?”
“A-Xuan’s taking A-Ling today so you could patrol, remember?”
“It’s hard to remember when I’m being crushed.”
Jiang Cheng widened his stance, pushing the crumbling ceiling back up with both hands, growling in pain. Black spots began to gather in his vision, his static flickering across his visor from the strain on his suit. 
“We’ll take it from here, thank you, Violet Spider.” Came Moonbeam’s firm yet gentle tone, taking the weight literally off of Jiang Cheng’s shoulders.
“About fucking time.” He wheezed, taking a deep breath as his arms dropped by his sides, wincing in pain.
“Would appreciate some gratitude.” Lightbearer huffed petulantly as he helped his brother carefully lift the falling ceiling back up, holding it there in an eerie white glow.
Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes as the remaining people rushed past them, scrambling to get out of there as quickly as possible. Jiang Cheng didn’t blame them in their haste, not one bit. He didn’t like being the one to hold that shit up.
“Are you alright, A-Cheng?” His sister asked in his earpiece, the display on his visor recalibrating.
“Yeah, yeah. Just. Exhausted...” he stood back and caught his breath.
“I’ll make sure to have some lotus rib soup for you when you get home, A-Cheng. I’ll check over your injuries too.”
“A-Jie, you don’t need to do that.”
“Aiya, hush. It’s nothing. I’ll check what the damages are to your suit too.”
“A-Jie...”
“No buts, A-Cheng.”
He sighed and looked down, his hair falling over his visor as he stared at the rubble beneath his feet.
“I’m going to have the longest goddamn nap in history after this.”
“You deserve it, A-Cheng.” A-Jie hummed. “Thank you, A-Xuan.” she said softly, sipping what Jiang Cheng assumed was a cup of tea handed to her by her boyfriend.
In his visor, purple warning symbols flared up in his periphery.
“A-Cheng-”
“On it.” He said as he spotted a flare of green a few blocks away. Gritting his teeth against the ache in his arms, Jiang Cheng jumped up onto the wall of the nearest building, scaling it as quickly as possible and sprinting across the rooftops.
Sometimes, only sometimes, Jiang Cheng hated this fucking job. Sure, he could have a normal 9-5 job and earn a stable income, but no, he just had to be born the son of Yunmeng’s protector and inherit her powers and mantle, along with a load of fucking pressure. He just had to have been trained intensely by his mother, day in and day out from the second his powers manifested at 11. He just had to have had the heroes instinct and the motto of “Attempt the impossible” drummed into him since he was a child.
As much as he wanted to push back against his instinct to protect in favour of his exhaustion sometimes, he couldn’t stop himself. 
The blasts led him to the Jin Corporation office building in Yunping, only a half mile from the crumbling building he was just almost crushed under.
“A-Jie, the source is coming from the Jin Corp. offices in Yunping.”
“Mm. I saw. The building that you were just in was a Jin owned business too.” She replied thoughtfully.
“Does your boyfriend know anything about someone that might have been slated by his father? Cousin maybe?”
“Nothing. I know Jin Guangyao had a complicated relationship with Red Blade. There were rumours about him having something to do with his retirement.”
‘Retirement’ had been a delicate way of putting what happened to Red Blade. When Jiang Cheng had first come onto the hero scene, Red Blade had taken him under his wing. He had been something of an older brother figure, despite being the protector of Qinghe rather than Yunmeng. 
He had been familiar with Jiang Cheng’s abilities, having also been mentored by Jiang Cheng’s predecessor. Everyone knew and respected Red Blade. His super strength and speed was matched by none, in his prime he could leap a building in a single bound and punch a meteor out of the sky without so much as a single scratch. With all that power however, came a price. Red Blade had been prone to feral rages which were difficult to pull him out of, very few people could. Moonbeam seemed to be the only one beside whoever was in his ear all the time who could do it.
About six months ago, Red Blade had disappeared for three days. Moonbeam had found him snarling and bleeding from his eyes, his right arm severed and his eyes white. How Red Blade had survived, Jiang Cheng had no idea. After a few weeks in a medically induced coma, Red Blade had announced his retirement and hung up his mantle for good. Only Moonbeam was said to know what had happened to him following his retirement. There was sometime unspoken between those two that Jiang Cheng couldn’t quite figure out but stank of probably resolved sexual tension.
“Shit!” Jiang Cheng cursed, narrowly avoiding a blast of green energy, rolling onto the nearest roof and ducking for cover.
“A-Cheng.” A-Jie chided.
“Like you didn’t say worse when you were being shot at.” Jiang Cheng argued, sending a bolt of violet lighting back.
“Back in the day, I didn’t run my mouth like a sailor, A-Cheng.” 
“I bet you don’t miss this part of heroing, huh?”
“There are times I am grateful I took a permanent maternity leave, yes.” She replied. “A-Cheng! On your left! Someone’s coming your way, and its not anyone on the Lotus servers. Be on your guard.”
Jiang Cheng nodded and raised his hackles as a a figure cloaked in blinding green energy floated onto the building, their black heels clicking against the concrete roof. As soon as the figure was close enough, Jiang Cheng shot a bolt of lightning in their direction, yet, to his horror, it was deflected easily.
“Come on out little spider, I won’t hurt you.” The figure said.
Jiang Cheng swallowed thickly and stepped out, hackles still raised.
“Aiya, so defensive. Put your arms down so I can see your pretty face. I won’t try anything.” Jiang Cheng slowly lowered his arms but kept his guard up, stance firm. “So stubborn. That’s better though, hello handsome.” 
The figure was slender, androgynous with long, dark hair that shone in their eerie green glow and flowed behind them in the wind, their eyes afire with the energy that seemed pulse from their entire being, almost drawing Jiang Cheng in like a moth to a particularly deadly yet hard to resist flame. Their body was wrapped in a skin-tight leather-like substance with mesh panels, leaving even less to the imagination, half of their face obscured by a mask that started at the neck and wrapped around his mouth and nose.
Jiang Cheng swallowed thickly, ready to burst into action whenever necessary.
“And what should I call you?” Jiang Cheng said steadily.
“Well, I go by he/him pronouns, but I do quite like it when sexy men like you call me beautiful.” He giggled, bouncing on his heels a little. “Binary terms are horseshit anyway, gender is a social construct.”
“Not what I meant but. I don’t like misgendering people. Even if they’re tearing up half the fucking city. So. Thanks.”
“Well, I haven’t really given myself a name yet.” The man hummed, snapping open one of the fans in his hand and fluttering it lightly. “Kinda just wanted to do one thing and hang up the whole thing I guess.”
“And you wanted to what, not get caught?”
“Well, something of the sort.”
“And you assumed you could do this tearing up half the city looking like a green lava lamp dressed like a hooker?”
“A-Cheng! Be nice!”
“Yes, listen to your sister, A-Cheng.”
“How do you know that!” Jiang Cheng snapped, his hands sparking.
“Whoa, whoa, easy hot stuff, I mean you and your family no harm. You have your headset on way too loud and everyone can hear you saying A-Jie so. Go figure.”
“Alright... I’ll be more mindful in the future.”
“He seems genuine, A-Cheng. I’m going to log off for now, but I’ll keep an eye on your vitals and see if you seem like you need help.”
“Alright...” He heard the line go quiet, her lotus icon in the corner of his visor going totally transparent. 
“Is it just us?” The man asked. 
“Yeah. Just us. So. What the fuck is your deal?”
“I can’t tell you that.”
“The Jin corporation have fucked plenty of innocent people over, but there are also innocent people in that tower you’re trying to destroy.”
“They’re collateral. I’ve accepted those losses.” The man said, his demeanour turning cold suddenly.
“Are you fucking crazy?”
“You wouldn’t understand my motivations.” The man turned around and stared ahead at the slowly burning building ahead of them.
“Ugh, what is it with villains and cryptic bullshit? I can’t let you wreck the fucking building, okay?”
“Watch me.”
Jiang Cheng lunged and grabbed his arm, earning a blast of green energy to his solar plexus that sent him staggering. Today was not his day. 
“If you want a fight, then fine.” The man said, rolling his shoulders. “I’m just sorry I’ll have to kick that glorious ass of yours.”
Jiang Cheng felt his cheeks flush. 
“Oh please, the spandex doesn’t hide shit.” The man said before lunging at Jiang Cheng.
Yeah, okay. This was a day Jiang Cheng really hated his fucking job. His muscles screamed with exhaustion as the man tackled him to the roof, straddling him and pinning his arms above his head. Maybe he was tired and his resolve was slipping, or maybe he had been rocking a semi for a fair amount of the fight and could admit this man was fucking hot despite his different side of the law.
The tightly coiled strength in his deceivingly slender limbs forced Jiang Cheng down as he straddled his lap. As he brushed his groin, Jiang Cheng let out a slight groan.
“Hold on,” The man said, sitting back. “Are you hard? Does fighting me turn you on?”
“Sh-Shut up! Are we gonna fight or not?!” He struggled under his grip.
Fuck, okay. The man was right. This was humiliating. Why does he enjoy this?
“I dunno, do you want some help with that?” The man purred, his long, thick lashes fanning over his cheeks as he leaned in closer, shifting his hips ever so slightly and earning another groan from Jiang Cheng.
“Are you crazy? I’m meant to be fighting you!”
“I know but, I kinda like this vibe we have going. Do you?”
Jiang Cheng bit his lip and looked away, nodding.
“I need a verbal yes.”
“You care about that?”
“I’m an anarchist not a monster, damn. Answer me.”
“Y-yes.”
“Yes what?”
“I... I like... this.”
“And is it a yes that you consent to this rooftop encounter?”
“C’mon I already said-”
“Yes or no spider. I won’t take that horseshit for an answer.”
“... Yes. I would like you to. Help me out.”
“Good,” he hummed, hooking a black gloved finger in his mask and tugging it down, revealing soft, pink lips pulled into a suggestive smirk. “I’m glad to be of service.” and he leaned down to press his lips to Jiang Cheng’s.
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melon-wing · 5 years ago
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Valentine’s Day (Grian x Doc)
Grian had never cared for Valentine’s day much. He’d never been in a relationship that made him care about a holiday dedicated to lovers. He would probably miss the date altogether if it weren’t for the decorations popping up in some areas of the Hermitcraft server.
But this year was different. This year all the hearts and lovey-dovey atmosphere annoyed him. He shouldn’t glare at his fellow Hermits on a date walking past him, but he just couldn’t help it. Still, it was his own fault. He was the one who fell in love with a scary Half-Creeper whose only love was his newest redstone project.
“Grian? You okay, dude?”
Grian snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Iskall who was standing next to him in the middle of the shopping district.
“What? Yeah. Fine. Totally fine. Nothing wrong with me.”
“Uh-hu…” Iskall didn’t sound convinced at all, raising his eyebrows at him. “And you didn’t glare at Cleo on Joe over there one bit. Nope. No, sir.”
Grian felt his cheeks burning a little in embarrassment. Of course Iskall had noticed. He was so obvious that even Mumbo would have noticed his foul mood.
“It’s just…” Grian waved his hand at Joe and Cleo who were now sitting on a bench, Joe reciting poetry and Cleo pretending not to like it. “They are so happy.”
“And why would that be a bad thing?”
Grian shrugged and glared at the floor. “It’s not, okay? It’s amazing and wonderful and I shouldn’t be jealous, but I really am.”
Iskall made a shocked sound and looked from Grian to the happy couple and back to Grian again. He lowered his voice to a whisper even though they were to far to be overheard anyway.
“You like Cleo?”
Grian’s head shot up and he gaped at Iskall.
“No!”
“Joe then? I don’t judge, man.”
“NO!” Grian answered more forceful this time and then he sighed defeated. “I just want to go on a date too, you know. I’ve never had a Valentine’s date before and that has always been okay. But since I’ve joined you guys…” He hesitated for a moment.
How much should he tell Iskall? What would Iskall think about his crush? And knowing Iskall, he wouldn’t give the topic a rest. A glance at the other’s eyes was all he needed. There was a curious sparkle in there that wouldn’t go away.
“So~o…” Iskall started in an amused tone. “You do have your mind set on someone. Why, I am so glad you told me, Grian. I am after all the best wingman you could ask for. So who is it? Mumbo? He was the one who got you into this world after all. Feeling some affection for our fellow business partner?”
Grian just shook his head and grimaced. He liked Mumbo, but the thought of dating him? No way.
“Ren then? Did you start the whole Hippie thing to be close to him?”
“No! That wasn’t about Ren!
“O~oh… Who was it about then? Impulse? Did you bond at the campfire? Did you spend some lovely hours doing naughty Hippie stuff?”
Grian blushed at the guessing and shook his head, before mumbling something unintelligible.
“What?”
“It’s Doc…”, Grian whispered and Iskall gasped in shock.
“You’re in love with Doc?!”
Iskall probably hadn’t meant to be that loud. He did have a loud voice after all. He probably hadn’t meant to say it at all. And he couldn’t have known that Doc would walk around the corner exactly at that moment.
Doc froze.
Grian froze.
Iskall looked at Doc and back to Grian, all the colour fading from his face, horrified at his own mistake. They all just stood there for what felt like an eternity.
“What the fuck?”, Doc’s voice finally broke the silence.
Grian should have laughed and played it off as a joke. He would have gotten away with it. They would have all forgotten about this in a few days. But his heart was beating in his ears like a drum and he panicked. His instinct kicked in and before he knew it he was in the air, fleeing at a crazy high speed.
Doc knew.
He knew!
Oh dear god, Doc knew he was in love with him.
He would never be able to look into Doc’s eyes again.
What was he supposed to do now?
Grian dived into his base, landing on the floor with too much momentum, tripping over and crashing into a pile of shulker boxes that opened and spilled items everywhere. He stayed right there on the floor breathing heavy. He felt like crying, but no tears were coming.  Doc was probably disgusted by him.
Now he wouldn’t even be able to enjoy the kinda-friendship they had going on. He couldn’t try to find happiness in all of their small interactions. After all of this Doc wouldn’t look at him anymore with that lopsided charming grin. Doc wouldn’t take his time anymore to explain how those overly complicated redstone machines worked, even though they both knew Grian would never understand it.
Why did he fall for Doc? Why couldn’t it have been someone safe like Mumbo? Someone who would have been nice about turning him down.
Grian just lay there, lost in a spiral of emotion. The sun was slowly sinking and his base was only dimly lit now.
He needed to fix the lighting. He needed to fix the mess he was still lying in. Hell, he needed a proper sorting system. He really needed to get up. He needed to do something.
He heard the sound of footsteps and sighed. “I don’t need your company right now, Iskall. And I don’t need your pity or any apologies, got that?”
His only answer was a gurgled groan. His eyes snapped open wide in shock. He jumped up, reaching for his sword, that had landed in the pile of items, but a green fist already connected with his abdomen, throwing him a few feet away from his weapon.
Grian cursed himself, as he looked at the zombies closing in on him, one of them now carrying his heavily enchanted diamond sword. Could his luck be any worse today? He didn’t need the pain of a fucking respawn on top of it all today. Even worse, he would respawn right next to the horde of rabbit zombies only to be torn apart again until somebody came to help him.
His only option was to flee.
Grian turned around, rockets in hand and jumped of the ground. The first rocket lit and fired, but just before he could get away a zombie grabbed him by the ankle only to throw him back to the ground.
The zombies were all around him now, weapons raised, ready to tear him apart.
Grian squeezed his eyes shut. And finally he felt tears running down his face. This was just too much. A rough hand was around his neck, pressing down. He couldn’t breathe. He struggled to get away from the zombie, but as his vision started to blacken his strength left him.
And suddenly the pressure was gone. Grian sucked the air in, heart beating fast and breathing heavy. He looked up at the zombie in confusion only to see a trident sticking out of it’s chest. The trident stayed there for another second before it flew back out of the zombie and up to one of the entrances of his base, where it was caught by an all too familiar figure.
“Doc?” Grian croaked.
The trident flew again, almost too fast for the human eye, impaling another zombie. As it made its way back to its owner, Doc jumped down, already hitting the next zombie with his mechanical fist. If Grian hadn’t been so high on adrenaline, he probably would have been star struck right now.
“Get back, Grian! Get your fucking sword!”, Doc screamed from the middle of the small horde, who was now fixated on the new threat.
Grian almost stumbled over his own feet as he hurried to his weapon. He managed to reach it just in time to stab another zombie, watching the body dissolve into ash and pieces of rotten flesh. He rushed over to Doc, who was kicking away one zombie, while his trident impaled another. Naturally Grian took the position right at Doc’s back to defend his blind spots. He wasn’t as good in battle as Doc, not by a long shot, but the way they moved so completely in synch, slicing through the mob of zombies still felt like a very elegant dance.
The last zombie fell to the ground. Grian stood there breathing heavily, his sword hanging loosely by his side.
Just as he was starting to feel happy about the win a sound behind him made him tense up again.
Doc! He had almost forgotten about what had happened earlier.
“Thanks… for the help. I’ll… you know… I’ll just be… I think I need to go to… There’s probably something important to do at… Sahara, yeah Sahara needs me”, Grian mumbled putting his sword away and getting out his rockets, never once looking behind him at Doc.
“Grian…”
Grian fumbled with the rockets, almost dropping them to the ground. His hands were shaking.
“Let’s just…” Grian swallowed hard, trying to keep talking without giving away how he felt. “Let’s just pretend today never happened, okay? Let’s just pretend everything between us is still fine. Let’s just pretend we are still friends….”
“Well, I don’t want to be friends anymore after today.”
Grian’s head whipped around at that, looking with wide and saddened eyes at Doc. Why did he have to be so direct?
“I… Yeah… Sure… That’s fine… I’ll just… Leave… Yeah. Sorry for bothering you.”
Grian took a small step back, fist clenching so hard around the rocket he was afraid it would break.
“Damn it, you idiot!” Doc growled and strode forwards grabbing Grians arm, taking the rocket from him and throwing it to the side. “Don’t run! Not again. Do you know how worried I was when I saw you with those monsters? Don’t ever do that to me again.”
Grian looked up in utter confusion. He didn’t understand what was happening. One moment Doc was so cold and now he was worried? What the hell was going on?
“But you said, you don’t want to be friends…”
“Damn…” Doc ran his mechanical hand through his head, his other hand still holding onto Grian’s arm, as if he was afraid Grian would run away. “I’m not good at this, okay? I sometimes say things that are easy to misunderstand. What I meant was: I want to be more than friends. I’ve been trying to flirt with you for a while now, but you…” Doc sounded so exasperated now, waving his free arm around. “You just don’t get it!”
“You were flirting?”
Grian couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He wrecked his brain, thinking about an instance were Doc had been flirting. He came up empty. He had never noticed Doc behaving differently with him than with anybody else.
“Of course I was, you idiot! Do you think I’d take the time to explain all my machines to you if I didn’t like you? Or that time I fixed your little redstone farm in the middle of the night, even though I had a lot of work at my own base? Oh and let’s not forget how I stole a freaking time-machine just to get your attention?”
Grian felt his face burning up and knew he was probably as red as a tomato right now. He felt like the information had overloaded his brain and it was starting to reboot itself now. Doc liked him…? Like really liked him? Was this a dream?
“I… I didn’t notice”, Grian replied in a stupor, kicking himself mentally in the ass for saying something so utterly dumb and not at all romantic.
Doc snorted in amusement, grinning at him the way he always did. And just like all the other times a warm and tingly feeling spread inside of Grian.
“Yeah. You are an idiot in that regard. But maybe I was an idiot as well. After all I never noticed you felt the same way… So now that that’s out of the way. You wanna be my valentine, Grian?”
Grian smiled brightly and nodded. As soon as he did he was swooped up in Doc’s arms, his feet lifting of the ground. Doc looked up at him fondly and their lips met  in a sweet kiss. A kiss holding all the emotions they had held back for so long.
Grian had never cared for Valentine’s day much. But this year was different. This right here… He could really get used to it.
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homophobicfootmassage · 5 years ago
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It’s 4:35AM here are some things about my ftiwnds
Geppy:
I really like geppy. Fun and cool and makes me smile so much. I think My Singing Monsyers is cool and I had never heard about it before I met them. They’re a sweet person and seem so genuine which I like a lot. I’ve been thinking about a gift for geppy. What sort of things I could make. I have a couple ideas but none that are amazing. Maybe a smoochle plushie? I just worry that it will turn out wonky and ugly. But Smoochle is my friend Geppy’s favorite from My Singing Monsters!!! I was also thinking maybe. A hand warmer shaped like a pigeon. Not helpful now (summer time) but in the winter they’re nice. You just microwave it and then you can keep it in your pocket and it’s warm. I loce having warm it makes me feel loved. I want geppy to feel loved, too! And also my friend geppy likes pigeons :D
Rex:
Today I made a hat for Rex so I’m not going to do. MORE. gifts. BUT. Rex created wife for us (chelldon, who is very cool wife) so maybe. DESERVES. more gifts. I think giving gifts might be part of my love language. Or maybe I just like it a lot? Anyway. Rex is really cool. He’s good at art and sometimes I worry he won’t wanna be my friend bc I look up to him a lot. He’s just so good at art and so fun to talk to and is just a really sweet guy. Like... idk. Friend pal who is easy to talk to. Like REALLY easy to talk to. My brain just disconnects and next thing I know it’s been four hours and Rex is drawing Gordon Freeman’s fat ass. Not even just silly stuff tho, serious too. We talked about like. Housing inequality. That’s a topic for adults. Kinda crazy, Yo
Kac:
Aw man Kac is so cool. When I first joined the server I was kinda intimidated because yk. Here’s this really cool older pal who likes the stuff I like but. Makes fewer typos than me. And he’s like. In school for animation (which is super cool??? Like. Going to school for art is such a dream). Kac is also like... a really chill and down to earth person a lot of the time. He’s so nice as a mod and also just like. Means a lot to me as a friend. Emotional support Kacper funny messages. Also has lots of crazy stories. I’ve been trying to figure out how to. Mail stuff internationally. SPECIFICALLY for gift for. Kacper and Bunny. I want to make cool earrings for Kac and I don’t even know why. The brain version of Kac (the Kac I imagine in my head) wears cool earrings. And like. I’m a lesbian. I can make earrings.
Wormie:
Wormwormwormworm. Wormie I also look up to a lot. Maybe it’s just good artists that I see and go hhhwaaaa? And also they’re SO funny. Like. So funny to talk to in VC and stuff??? Also their aesthetic makes me pog so hard it’s just like.... it’s like a not creepy version of kidcore I guess. Which is hard to do. Bitta circusy stuff and a bitta retro toys and none of the like. Creepy stuff. And also their name has emojis and every time they messsge I look at their name for a while. Bc it’s fun to see. I’ve been wanting to make Wormie a big worm. Shaped like a worm on a string, you know? But I think shipping would be too much. But also I have like my whole heart set on the idea. Yeah. Maybe I’ll figure it out.
It’s uh. 5 am now. Ish. And I’m so tired now after rambling about some of my pals. I’ll ramble more tomorrow. I love u
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timetocode · 5 years ago
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Plans for nengi.js 2.0
Hi, this is Alex, the people’s network programmer and developer of nengi.js. Let’s talk about the future.
I consider nengi 1.x to be complete. Of course there are always unfinished items of work -- I wish I had a comprehensive tutorial series on prediction for example -- but really things have been stable and good for a long time.
So as I look towards 2.0, there are no fundamental changes to the library in mind. Instead the future is about improvement, making things easier, and staying open to deeper integrations with other libraries and possibly even with other languages.
One area of intended improvement is the whole process around forming connections both on the client and the server.
On the clientside, client.readNetwork() or equivalent is invoked every frame as the mechanism that pumps the network data into the application. However, this pump also controls the network data related to the connection -- meaning that without spinning the game loop one cannot finish trading the data back and forth that completes the handshake. I’d like to redo this such that we end up with a more normal api, e.g.  client.connect(address, successCb, failCb) or equivalent. This presents a clean flow with no ambiguity as to when a connection is open. It’ll also let the clientside of games be a bit tidier as they don’t need to spin the network in anticipation of a connection opening.
On the serverside the whole .on(‘connect’, () =>{}) warrants a redo. I have in mind a simpler api where a ‘connectionAttempt’ occurs, and then the user code gets to invoke instance.acceptConnection(client, greeting) or instance.denyConnection(client, reason) thus again providing a nice and clean exact line after which we know what state the connection is in (attempted => connected, or attempted => denied).
Another area is Typescript support and some positive side-effects thereof. Nengi has minimal typescript definitions, but I think the actual surface of each api class/function should be rewritten in actual typescript. This will be limited, as the actual inner workings of nengi are truly untyped -- it has its own crazy typesystem and fancy optimization of high speed iteration based on object shapes that I should stop talking about now before I accidentally write a dissertation.
Per adding Typescript support there will be a major benefit to Typescript and JavaScript developers alike which is the opportunity for some top tier intellisense. The nengi api is small and having some modest documentation pop up right as you type things like .addEntity would be awesome.
The other benefit (ish..) of formally supporting Typescript is that a few of the processes around how to integrate game logic and nengi could finally be strictly addressed. I used to favor a very laissez-faire approach to integration as I didn’t want to stifle anyone’s style… but as time has gone by it seems that the level at which nengi can be decoupled is not seen as powerful, and instead it just confuses people. I want a better newbie experience, and presenting things like “well you can kinda do anything” isn’t helpful. I wouldn’t necessarily limit nengi itself, and instead may supply this functionality as a layer, but I would like to suggest a much stricter boilerplate for topics such as associating game data with a connected client and any other spot where game and network get glued together.
On that note of making things less open ended, I am *considering* whether nengi should offer an Entity and Message etc as part of the api. Currently entity is a concept or an implied interface -- really it is any object. Too decoupled? Maybe something more explicit would be nice. We’ll see.
More advanced protocols/schemas are also needed in the future. There are a bunch of features that can easily come from having more options on the protocols, but initially I plan to skip over all of these features and just change the api in a hopefully future-proof manner. The plan here is to change things from protocol = { x: Int, y: Int, name: String } to something more like context.defineSchema({ x: Int, y: Int, name: String }). Initially these will do the same thing, but in the future more arguments will be added to defineSchema.
The eventual removal of types from nengiConfig is another dream feature that may or may not make 2.0 but is worth a bit of discussion. NengiConfig.js is that file where every entity, message, command etc is listed out. Removing this would require nengi to be able to explain *in binary* how to *read future binary* and is non-trivial. The benefit however is that the parallel building of client and server code would no longer be a strict requirement. In the end of course a client and server need to be built for one another, but if the relationship were less strict than it is now it may pave the way for eventual nengi clients that aren’t even JavaScript. To me this has always been a bad joke -- who would want such a thing??? But as the years have passed it has become clear that nengi is not just special for being JavaScript, but that it is actually competitive in performance and functionality with the type of technology coming out of AAA multiplayer gaming companies (send money!!). So this may not be a bad direction (though it is worth noting there are at least two other major changes needed on this path).
There would also need to be changes to the current ‘semver’-ish release cycle. As it stands currently nengi version numbers follow the rules of breaking changes on major release (1.0.0) non-breaking changes on minor release(0.1.0) and small patches on patch release (0.0.1). As the current version of nengi is 1.18.0 that means that I’ve managed to add all functionality since release without a single breaking change (send money?!). This is not easy. These new changes described above are deliberately breaking api changes. Given the work cycle that I’m on and the lack of funding, the most efficient way for me to work would be with breaking changes allowed and perhaps a changelog to help the users out. So 2.0.0+ may shift to this type of development, where the ‘2’ is just my arbitrary name for the functionality, and 2.1.0 is a potentially breaking change. Obviously no one has to join me over in the land of nengi 2 until it becomes more stable, but letting me do *whatever* will get everything done faster, which is more important than ever given my limited time.
In the category of “maybe 2.0 things” here are a bunch of other things I’d like to talk about too, but they’re too involved (and experimental) of topics to go into detail. Here’s a vague summary of things I’ve put R&D time into:
Experimentally rewrites of sections of nengi in Rust, C, C++ with integrations via n-API, wasm transpilation, and some in-memory efforts. Crossing the boundary between JavaScript and anything else has been problematic as a means of solving most obvious problems, but some less-than-obvious problems may yet warrant this approach. I would say that n-API is a dead end for most nengi functionality but has some merit for spreading sockets across threads. WASM, or specifically working on a continuous block of memory may have some promise but requires further R&D.
An advanced rewrite of the nengi culler based on spatial chunking (promising!).
A middle api between serving up interpolated snapshots and the nengi client hooks api. This would become a generic replacement for the entire nengi clientside api. Until further typescript support I’m going to leave this one alone as it is very likely that a naturally elegant solution will show itself in the near future.
Multithreaded nengi, specifically the spreading of open connections across threads and the computation of snapshots. True optimal CPU use is opening multiple instances, not giving more threads to an instance, but there are some uses nonetheless.
Multi-area servers that use spatial queries instead of instances or channels (for example creating multiple zones, but not making an instance or channel per zone, instead the client.view just goes to a different space with some spatial math).
So yeah, that’s the plan! Thanks for your support (send money)
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My Love - Cat and Lili
Chapter 1. Intro Where does a Vampire meet a Succubi? In the dark muddled streets of course. Cat, a soft outcast seeking out life sustaining blood under the veil of night. Lili, a hardened tool serving her only purpose leading humans to folly after folly. Many times they would almost meet, passing through the same streets again and again. After finding Lili's easy prey they would become a steady diet for Cat, no messy fights. Peeks and glances at one another turned into long distance crushes; "who are they really?" Lili picks up on marks as if knowingly taking care of Cat; "what do they stand to gain?" "What's up?" Lili waited this time to Cat's surprise; "You're a vampire aren't you? - I just kinda guessed since you're not in it for the wallets and jewelry and stuff." Lili remarks "Yeah..." Cat replies shamefully. "I...Um, is there a chance you wanna go get some coffee? - ...Like, after you're done here. Obviously." Lili asks. "...Okay..." Cat says rather confused. Not that Cat can taste coffee but the mutual interest should take care of that...right? Chapter 2. Coffee Seated at a center table for two in a dim red neon lit diner, the server saunters over comfortably "What can I get'cha today?" they ask, "I'll have my usual and um...they'll have a stuck coffee?" Lili responds "Heh, yeah I think we can handle that. I'll go get started." they reply before tapping the table and walking off. Lili breaks the silence "I'm Lili, what uh- what's your name?" "Cat." "Cat...Cat. Have you ever met one of my kind?" "No." Cat replies. "Well we aren't so different, we just suck souls to make a living so it's still survival in a way." Cat leans in and whispers "...What's a stuck coffee?" "I don't know, but it's all I've ever heard your people order." "My people?" Cat replies sharply before noticing the server returns with a plate and two cups "Alright, you two enjoy." "Thank you." Lili says before grabbing a large plate full of a fluffy white substance and scraping it all off into her cup. Catching Cat staring Lili responds "Oh come on, don't look at me like some kind of freak. It's just whipped cream - it's kinda my thing, half hot cocoa half coffee. They have shitty coffee but the best cocoa you can get 24/7 so I deal." Cat arches back in her chair staring at her cup then slow leans in as if about to pounce it. "Gonna kill it?" Lili teases Picking it up Cat takes a large sip of the Smokey Topaz liquid before...letting it all fall back out "Blehhh. It's pig. It's pig!" Grossed out and surprised Lili starts laughing terribly, Cat growing visibly embarrassed squeaks "I can't stand pig's blood..." "I'll remember that for the future haha." Lili responds, "Hey don't worry about it, it's not like can control what you like." "Look I...I should just go." Cat says before standing up. Lili stutters "W-Wait! Please...don't. I just wanted to get to know you. - We...don't exactly make many acquaintances in our profession...I know you're probably used to your kind but I want to try." Cat, now shouting "What kind!? I don't know how it was for you but I was shat out and left to fend on my own no "my kind" - just me, in the forest, doing whatever I had to to survive!" Lili confused asks "What about your teacher or school or kin?" "What school? In case you haven't noticed I don't exactly 'fit in' with humans. The library is it, once I finally got to the city - Books, movies, games, they're all I've had" Cat trails off. "I'm sorry...I was told your kind went to a special school..." Lili replies. Lili stands, offering her open hands to Cat "Hey...It's okay you know? There's nothing wrong, you had it rough but you're okay." Cat accepts and places their hands in Lili's. "We can work this all out, at our own pace. Give me a chance." Lili reassures. "Awwww. That was so cute. Are you two a couple?" The server says before a cup full of Smokey Topaz liquid crashes beside them. Chapter 3. Burn "Stop it." "I'm not." "Stop it." "I'm not! I'm just looking in your direction while thinking, that's totally different." Cat and Lili argue Cat laughs "Okay sure you are. What are you thinking about?" "Just...how different everything is becoming." Lili puzzles "It must be super to be able to get high, but for those of us that /can't/, you're just driving me crazy." Cat says playfully "No I mean...who we are, what we are, it's so different than we when we met and...Cat let's just go. I have a nest egg let's use it - let's not pay for the apartment and just go like get in my car and go on a journey. This city is just killing us and no one cares." "Lili...Lili what the hell are you talking about? Are you going Jack Torrance on me? Say no to the crazy!" Cat says shaking Lili's hair. "No I-" Lili chokes and spits repeatedly pulling back hairs "I just think we need to run away to face our problems. We're too comfy here." "What's wrong with comfy?" Cat says stretching out across their sofa, "This is the best it's ever been for both of us, why throw it away?" "You make a terrible partner, give me that ring back." Lili slurs, "Hey hey I don't think so, till death motherfucker we in this now." Cat replies Cat holding their ring finger up high wiggling it, Lili flops over half-heartedly trying to take the ring before giving up slumped over Cat. Lili sighs, "If that's true then do this with me, let's stop being society's bitch and go take what's ours. Our freedom, our rights, eggtoast." "Eggtoast?" Cat asks, "You just...You just don't understand the sensation of egg white in the middle of toasted bread it's so smooth and-" "Okay, okay...I don't because I can't but I'm just gonna take your word for it Method Man...You really think we should just leave?" Lili jumps up, falls down and stands back up again, "We need to do this because...you need this. I am tired of holding you back." Cats scratches their head frantically before standing up, "...Okay sweetheart, let's sleep a bit and talk about it in the evening okay?" Cat tries Lili nods wrapping her arms around Cat as they head off to bed. "You're kinda cute for someone that's dead. You smell nice..." Lili mumbles The sun setting, the soft dark washes over the city as a bright full moon now lingers on the horizon. Suddenly, an old Chevrolet sparks alive. "Wow! I honestly had no idea this thing still worked. I guess I really did luck out; don't ever play cards with a demon by the way." Lili remarks Cat laughs gleefully "I can't believe we're doing this. Where are we going? Hollywood?" Lili laughs, putting the car in drive and pulling away "Somehow I don't think we'd get along with greater demons, let's just start running. I've already got some place in mind anyway." Hours and miles pass before suddenly they're in unfamiliar lands racing without end. "So uh...Did you bring the stuff?" Cat asks nodding "The weed?", "No!" "Downers or uppers?", "Come on, the pig's blood! How am I gonna survive?" Lili grabs something from under her seat "Oh, yeah here ya' go. Whole back floorboard is full of it.", "Loose!?" Cat yells, "Ew no, what? No! In thermoses ya' sicko." Lili says rolling her eyes. Cat wanders off staring at the sprawling mountains...Are they familiar or do all mountains just look the same? Cat sits silently thinking it over. "Cat...I know you aren't gonna like this but please just do this.", "You're gonna break my leg aren't you? I always knew you were Annie." Cat jokes Lili turns on to a dirt road heading towards a forest, "I kinda got the feeling the place you described growing up was a little too familiar - when I was still getting shipped around to be fucking destroyed mentally as a child I got ended up in this little craphole town in the mountains." Lili lights another rolled paper, swerving just in time to avoid hitting an opossum "Damn adorable trash cats.", "Lili-", "Shhh let me tell you." Lili cuts in "Okay so I'm pretty sure this is us- We both came to this forest and we both lost any chance of being normal here and I think it owes us." "Lili, what happened to us is fucked up but it's just a forest, it's not like the forest itself hurt us. Well, maybe me...Fuck that tree." Cat replies Lili shakes her head "We're going, we're gonna stand in it, we're gonna think about it and we're gonna decide then. I already have the lighter fluid." "That's why you brought that? I thought that was for the grill...Why the fuck did we take a cooler full of steaks then?", "Oh shit I forgot about that - Wait...Think, WAIT! We throw the steaks /in/ the forest fire and we can have steak and justice.", "Lili I'm not burning down a forest.", "Just wait." Now deep in the hilly forest Lili stops the car, "So...This look like your forest?", "I don't know it's a forest, how the hell should I remember?" "Well get out and see!" Lili commands. Cat begrudgingly hops out before concluding...this probably isn't the forest. "I don't think so.", "Seriously? - Go look at that tree over there, that's totally not the one you ran into thinking you could fly?" Cat inspects the tree and finds gashes in the bark. "Maybe..." Cat mumbles, "What!?" Lili yells, refusing to leave the car. "What if it is huh!? What good would killing all these animals and their home do!?" Lili grabs some cans of lighter fluid and jumps out the car before walking up to Cat, "I don't recall that mountain lion asking that before trying to eat you." "That's nature, it's dumb, that doesn't mean we /have/ to kill nature for being dumb!" Cat shouts angrily, "Well I am." Lili says throwing lighter fluid around. "Stop it, what the fuck?" Cat grabs for the can of fluid, Lili being taller just holds it out of reach prompting Cat to wrestle Lili for the can, and losing. "Cat...Cat. Okay you're a lover not a fighter calm down baby.", "No!" Cat bats Lili a few more times to no effect, "...Okay...But you can't just do this." "We didn't deserve anything that happened here and I don't want to keep living knowing more might be getting hurt here Cat.", "People did this to us - not a forest, not these animals except that mountain lion I would kill that fucker if I saw it, but not the other animals. Just other people Lili." "...Yeah maybe...I just wanted this to be something we conquered together...Something that brought us closer and let us move on you know?" "Lili, you're the reason I have moved on from all this. I finally came to grips with the fact I don't have to be alone or live in the dark...mentally anyway." "Sigh...I think I might have- What the fuck is that sound?" A huge stampede of animals come out of the nearby thick running away from it, some on fire. The fire catches up to the edge of the forest near the road, "Hey, fuck you I was gonna burn this down!" Lili yells, "What? I thought you were over that!?" "Uh...yeah.", "Maybe we can still save it?" A deafening guttural growl escapes the forest causing Cat to jump back, "Fuck it!" Cat exclaims before running away. "Wait Cat, the car! THE CAR!" Lili says before giving up and laughing. Another heavy shaking growl from the forest "Eep!" Lili finally runs off to follow Cat. This? This is either an epoch or my fall right here. Five days nearly wholly dedicated to this, hours upon hours spent listening to The 69 Eyes, writing, thinking about and working on this. I fell madly in love with these two, I expect no one will appreciate this very much but this is a feeling I haven't ever had working on an art project...ever. I wanted to write! 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broadwaycantdie · 6 years ago
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Summer Fling - Newsies (Pride) Month . Day 20
( hotshot x mike ) + ( modern era )
a/n: this ain’t really your typical romantic cheesy summer fling but i kinda loosely based this off a favorite movie of mine so if y’all get it that’s cool :)
warnings: mentions of illegal activity, guns, violence
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“There’s nothing we can do now, baby.”
“There has to be something!”
“I told you I was trouble. Yet you still chose to fall for me.”
Mike placed his hand softly on Hotshot’s chest as a tear ran down his face. He closed his eyes.
He didn’t want to say goodbye so soon, but they really had no other choice.
Flashes of their time together appeared in Mike’s head.
A whole summer all at once.
He saw the first time they met.
Suddenly he was transported back to Scotty’s Diner on Lexington. Three months ago. It was hot. The sun shined in the windows. Mike was working as a server.
On a day like any other, a boy walked in. He wore a red shirt, leather jacket, sunglasses, and had a sense that he didn’t belong.
Must’ve been from Brooklyn.
He and Mike exchanged introductions and got to talking. They started with chatting. Then moved to flirting. Which moved to Mike taking an early break to stay with him.
Hotshot looked around constantly, like he was waiting for someone to find him. Maybe that’s why he was in Manhattan.
Mike asked for a phone number but Hotshot kept multiple phones. Something Mike thought was odd but could look past. Sometimes after a call he would throw the phone in the trash. So he figured phone calls weren’t his thing.
He never said much on the phone, anyway. Sometimes not saying anything at all. But again, Mike could look past it. As long as he talked to him. Which he did.
Hotshot started coming to the diner every day. He was always alone. But after some time, his panicked eyes settled. He stopped looking around and started to just focus on Mike.
Days turned into weeks and eventually Mike gave him his number and told him that he wouldn’t save a contact for him. And whatever phone he called from he would answer.
Hotshot wished it didn’t have to be like that. But he had no control.
He really opened up to Mike. He was sweet and kind and had a smile that could lighten up a room. They really enjoyed their time together.
One day, Hotshot came into the diner with a group of Brooklyn boys. The first time he wasn’t alone. And he acted different.
Hotshot was quiet and barely acknowledged Mike. Pretending not to know him. It hurt. But he didn’t want to make a scene.
These other boys were big. Much bigger than Hotshot. And meaner. They pushed Hotshot around like he was nothing and he just took it. Hotshot wasn’t much of a talker.
Hotshot didn’t come in for a while after that.
He actually didn’t come in at all.
It was now August and all they had done was talk in a diner everyday for the last 2 months. No phone calls. No dates. No personal stuff. Just coming in. Sitting down. Talking. Eating. Flirting. And leaving.
Mike missed him. But he didn’t have a way to tell him that. Not unless he came back in.
Every time Mike’s phone rang his heart beat a little faster. It was never Hotshot. But he had hope.
A few more weeks passed. Mike’s phone rang again from an unknown number.
After answering he learned it was Hotshot. He was giggly and joyous. But Hotshot’s voice was serious and quick. Like he was being watched.
He spoke in codes. Saying things that could be taken any way.
Maybe he was being watched.
What Mike got from the conversation was to meet him in front of the diner after his shift ended.
He waited aimlessly for that time, staring out the window, waiting to see if he could make time move faster.
In Mike’s head, everything was perfect. He would go with Hotshot and that’s all he needed. Their life could be everything he wanted and more. He found someone to love. He wished to be with him forever. To move to the county and start a new life. A life away from the mundanity of adulthood. A life full of love and hope. He couldn’t wait to tell Hotshot.
In Hotshot’s head. He was scared. He couldn’t risk anything happening to Mike. He wanted a life without fear. Without having to watch your back all the time. Without talking in codes or meeting in back alleys. He wanted to move to the country and start a new life. A life without the dangers of his current one. But he didn’t know when that would be his reality. He just couldn’t hide from Mike anymore.
As soon as Mike’s shift was over, he went out to wait. Hotshot pulled up right on cue in a car he didn’t know anyone that young could afford.
As soon as Mike got in, Hotshot sped off. No words. Just the sound of the engine and music on the radio.
They got to a parking garage and pulled next to an equally nice car. Mike was told to get out and switch to the car on their left. Hotshot sounded serious.
Mike followed along and watched as Hotshot broke into a car and stared it without a problem.
They drove out of the garage as if nothing happened. As if it was a normal thing. Maybe it was?
This time, they talked more. Mike asked about what happened. He didn’t want to seem bothered, so he told Hotshot that he thought it was cool. That made Hotshot laugh. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what Mike thought they were doing, but it was interesting to hear him try.
While driving, Hotshot noticed a car following them. He told Mike to hold on and trusted Mike would just continue to blindly follow his lead. Which he did.
Hotshot sped the car around turns, through tunnels, in and out of neighborhoods, and circled around crazy u-turns.
Mike’s head shook from everything that happened.
But the car followed.
He was as good as Hotshot which meant he was trouble. Mike couldn’t know, but he was beginning to get suspicious.
The following car sped around and drove in front of Hotshot’s car, causing him to stop. Quickly, he put the car in reverse and went the other way, turning it around as fast as possible.
The chase continued until Hotshot was pinned in a dead end. He’d run on foot if he were alone but he didn’t want to put Mike in danger.
The man in the following car got out at the same time Hotshot did.
Hotshot put his arms up, signally that the man had no reason to fight.
As soon as they made eye contact, a shiver went down Hotshot’s spine. He knew this man. He knew him well. He knew why he was after him.
He could see the man reaching for a gun and quickly dove towards the car. Gunshots rang out as Hotshot put the car in gear and drove around the shooter.
Through the rear-view Hotshot could see the man still at aim. He reached over and pushed Mike’s head down, shouting for him to duck while simultaneously trying to drive and cover himself.
A bullet shot the back window and made its way through the middle and out the front. Hotshot swerved the car and went where the man couldn’t see.
He was too easy to track.
They switched cars again.
By this point, Mike learned to just follow along and ask questions never. Hotshot wasn’t a talker anyway.
This wasn’t the summer romance Mike was looking for three months ago, but it’s what he got.
And no matter what happened he would rather be running from crazed drivers with Hotshot than at home alone.
They finally got a moment to relax and just drive normally. It was at this time Hotshot thought an explanation was well past due.
He explained to Mike that he was dangerous. That he was trouble and he didn’t want Mike mixed in it. But he was now and he was sorry for that. Mike, again, reassured him that he just wanted them to be together.
Hotshot brought more details to the picture. Explaining that it was part of his job to steal cars. He had to be good with wheels or he’d be dead. He was mixed up with the wrong people and now there was no way out. He didn’t want Mike to get hurt. But he couldn’t leave him. They knew about him now, so the safest place would be together.
They loved each other.
They shared a gentle moment. The most vulnerable Hotshot had let himself be in a long time.
But then more cars started following them.
He just couldn’t get a break.
Hotshot was chased down to the Brooklyn Bridge. A place he knew very well. But when he got there, he knew it was a mistake.
Police cars lined the bridge, making it impossible to cross. And the cars behind him wouldn’t let him leave either.
Hotshot knew it was time.
He would’ve had to get caught eventually. It was just a matter of time. He just wished he hadn’t met Mike before this moment because now he actually had something to live for.
Police pointed their guns at the car. Hotshot got out with his hands up upon their request. Mike followed along to show he was not a threat.
They both walked up towards the police together. Getting closer and closer until they were looking at each other in the eyes.
Without breaking eye contact, Hotshot began shouting that Mike wasn’t a part of this and it was him who they wanted. He told them that Mike didn’t deserve this and he was innocent. He was too good for a life like this.
The police remained frozen. Aiming at Hotshot like an animal in the wild. But not moving as to not scare away the prey.
The two boys shared their first and last kiss. It was full of sadness and remorse. Hotshot never wanted this for Mike. But in this moment he was thankful he got to experience someone like Mike at least once.
Mike never knew he needed someone like Hotshot. He brought interest and mystery. It wasn’t what he planned but it’s what he loved. He loved Hotshot. Mike didn’t know what was going to happen after this moment, but he didn’t care. He had Hotshot, if only for a moment.
When their lips broke, a police officer walked up to Hotshot and put him in cuffs. He didn’t fight back. There was no use. He was guilty. Everyone had the proof. He was trouble and he knew it.
The flashes in Mike’s mind faded.
He opened his eyes to where his memory stopped.
He was trying to hold out this moment as long as he could before his love would be taken away.
His hand slid down Hotshot’s chest as the cuffs clicked on his wrists.
“I didn’t chose to fall for you, Hotshot. But I’m sure glad it came out to be that.”
Hotshot got into the police car and as the door closed he let out the one thing he never thought he’d say.
“I love you, Mike. I’m not gonna forget you. I’ll be waiting for you when I get out.”
They both knew it would be a long time until he got out. If he even got out at all. Crazy things happen to crazy people. But they both knew that.
“I love you, Hotshot. I’ll be right here when you get out.”
Only time would tell if it was a lie.
But one thing was for certain.
As Mike watched the police car drive down the bridge, he felt a pain in his chest. Like a hole. He felt a piece of his heart leaving as the car drove further and further away.
At least he knew...
It was better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.
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killcomet · 7 years ago
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Mutuals!!! here!!! read this!!! i love you!!!
heres an appreciation post to all my mutuals that i consider family!!!!! because i love you lots!!! 
WARNING TO ALL NON MUTUALS, THIS IS LONG AS FUCK
@anpandan Danny boy!!! i love you so much oh my god you are such an amazing person and i have so many good memories with you, bad ones too but even those are nice !! you make me smile and i when you sometimes respond to my updates i send you it makes me smile so softly and its just a really nice feeling? i love you a lot Danny!!!!! happy new year!
@unknowntalesx Pao, we havent talked in a while and i hope youre doing well!! ill always love you even if we dont talk. i miss you and you are such a good part of my day when i do talk to you, even if they arent very often. happy new year and merry christmas Pao!!!!!
@little-star-in-the-universe Holley Jolly, im so so proud of your resilience. youve overcome so much and grown so much as far as i can see when i talk to you. you are such a good thing to me, even though you may not feel the same. i know that you always struggle, and im incredibly impressed at how far youve come, even if youve taken steps back. even when youre feeling shitty, you always listen to me and talk to me when i need it and im thankful for that. i love you, youre my family, i hope i never ever lose you. happy new year!!!
@little-bunny-jungkookie Parent!!! ahhh you are such a role model in my mind?? you always seem to keep a somewhat level head and always are so so supportive and just ugh i want to meet you so bad?? i always love talking to you and you always seem to know how to help even if its just like telling me to go drink water or sleep. i really truly consider you family, like i would consider you someone i would follow? anyway, i love you a lot, happy new year!!!
@sundaetae Dee Cookie, my smart cookie, you amazing person you. i love you a lot, you seem to have this aura around you that just lights up rooms. you are so so creative and im so glad your personality is the way it is. you are such a light in some peoples lives and are such absolute joys to them. you are so so smart and you are a god damn fantastic thing to this world, i love you, happy new year Cookie
@jungkooksbuttons Bub, i love you a lot, even when i do seem a bit agitated. you are such an important piece to my world, and you always are there to support me when i need it. youre my cub, my cutie patootie!! you always make me smile when im a bit down and its p great honestly, and when you always talk to me about cough cough you know who cough cough you always try to just let me talk about her? which is kinda nice, but i love you my cub bub, happy new year!!!
@bloomingjiminie Marshmallow, wow i remember when i gave you that name, you were pouting about not having a nickname and wanted me to make one for you and i thought of marshmallow bc youre sweet and full of fluff and a wholesome being which is what marshmallows are. we dont talk as often as i would like, but i love you a lot and you mean a lot to me, and i just want to hug you tbh, happy new year Dia!!
@seokjinownsmyass Mina!! you amazing person, i remember when i first met you i gave you the nickname my love because you were low key jealous that me and eden were flirting so i called you my love and it just kinda stuck for a while (tho i stopped when Rae showed interest cough cough didnt want to get into that whole thing lmao) but you are such a funny and caring person and we dont talk very often but im glad we do talk in those few cases we do, its nice, but i love you a lot and happy new year!!
@problematicsinnamon baby, where do i even start. you mean a fuck ton to me, even tho i sometimes act kinda shitty. youre so supportive and so so so kind and patient and i just love you so much. you just light up my world and always make me smile and just overall always help me a lot through things. youre so so understanding and i look forward to when i get the chance to talk to you. i remember when you would go crazy the first few times i flirted with you and it made me laugh and made me smile. i remember when i said i like being given nicknames and you called me starlight and the softness i got from it. i remember when the server started shipping us lmao i remember when the first time you said i could come to you whenever i needed it. they all meant a lot to me, because they made me smile. i love you Eden baby, happy new year
@simonbunnyjunior Simon Sweetie, you wholesome being that i love v much and would suffer from the most annoying people for you. you always get me so excited when you come around. its like a bout of excitement and its really nice when im having a bad day to see that youre talk, even when im just simply lurking. theres moments i had with you that really made me laugh and smile, like the “its just platonic” thing that happened a bit back, i love you sweetie, happy new year!!
@lofisapphic Honey Bee i would drop kick someone for you. you mean a lot to me, like really truly a lot. i would never let you die and i would kill you in the after life if you did, and im saying that bc you say you will a lot. i love you to the moon and back and i would 100% support anything you do, unless its killing millions of people, thats a big no no. bUt you have y love so that should sate you for a bit lmao but seriously tho, i love you a lot and happy new year
@bangtansoftboys Robin!!! my honey bun!! we dont talk often but you are a v wholesome person. just your entire personality is so soft and fluff and overall p great. when i first came on the server, and first talked to you, i kinda thought of you as this intimidating person that was impossible to talk to, and honestly thats hard to believe now. youre way too soft to even try to intimidate me, not that you cant try. anyway, i love you a lot and hope you have a great new year!!
@kingdomzeldaquest Lotte!! my other parent!!! i love you a lot, even though we dont talk too often bc of time zones. you along with some others have been my family the longest, and i love you a lot. i remember when i first met you and i thought it was honestly wild when you said you were from australia. you always have loved me so much and always cheer me up when im feeling shitty, overall im v thankful for you lotte, i love you, happy new year
@spriteisbetter Esther !!! you wholesome wholesome human being, where do i start. you are such a soft yet firm soul hon, and i love it. youre understanding yet know when clear about what you say. you always try to make me feel better about how im feeling when i talk to you all about that stuff. youre such a comforting person and always seem to calm me. i miss you a lot and i think always will. you made my day good when you were at school and always check up on me when you can to make sure im doing ok and better, and i appreciate it a lot, more then you know. i love you hon, happy new year!!!!
@generalchenchen Rachel, bby!!! you always are such a happy soul, a loud, but happy, soul. its really nice when you dont make me talk about anything and just,, talk. its nice when you ask about my day and i tell you then you babble on about whatevers on your mind. i find it v cute and endearing when you get super excited about something and just ramble on and on about said thing. i remember when you had me come over for a sleepover to cheer me up. im so so grateful that you trust me enough to talk to me about things on your mind and that you trust me enough that you want to tell me when you leave the country. i love you, would die for you, happy new year bby
@daydream-hobii Sweets!! ive always admired your writing and i just love it a lot. youre so sweet and just really make me happy when i read your stuff and when i see that youve answered my asks! youre a really nice and v understanding when im a little down or when im not taking care of myself. you overall are just a v caring person that im grateful to know, i love you! happy new year! (´ヮ`)
@puppieseokie Fay, i know we dont talk often and were not as close and i am as everyone else, but you still mean a lot, you always have a somewhat level head and you always seem to be so calm and i kinda admire that considering the server were in together lmao but i really do appreciate youre existence, love you, happy new year!!!
@shadowclaws Sophia!!!!! i miss you!!!! i love you a lot!! i remember when we were kids and vaguely remember meeting you in kindergarden and man that was wild when i had the revelation that were in the same kindergarden class as me. you are such a funny and relatable person and so easy to get along with tbh. youre my longest friend and im incredibly grateful for you, happy new year!!!
im sure theres people im missing but im getting tired of typing and my fingers are getting cramped and this is really fucking long so like ヽ(。_°)ノ
but i love you all a lot!!!!!
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ardentlythieving · 7 years ago
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HEWWO EVERYBODY IT’S END OF YEAR RECAP TIME WITH ME: UR PAL ARDO
First of all if ur reading this, merry christmas if u celebrate it and happy holidays if u don’t!!! Y’all are amazing people and I hope this time of year is a good one for you, and if it’s not I hope you find the time to do smth nice for urself!!
Dam this year has been crazy tho. I mean if ur dash is anything like mine you’ve prob seen all those posts talking about how long this year has felt re: the sheer amount of stuff happening. But on a more individual level there’s some stuff I wanna say I guess so in no particular order here is my Thoughts™ coz there’s been some good, some bad, and some weird this year. 
So, this year has been a kind of wild one for me in terms of things changing. The big one being that I started university and kinda lost contact with most of my pals from high school. All goods tho, coz I met some amazing new people thru tabletop gaming who idk if I’m at the friends point with yet, but I defo wanna try and get there coz they’re cool as heck. It’s true what people say that starting university is a big change coz DAM things have been wild and hopefully are gonna keep being wild next year espc coz one of my online friends is moving down to start at my university and I’m super excited to meet her in person!! Speaking of meeting people in person I finally got to hang out with @chipmunkwithwings at her place and that was one of the highlights of my year for sure! She’s a super cool person and that week was just utterly brilliant.
Anyways while we’re on the topic of friends this year sure has been exciting for that as well. I’ve made some amazing new ones, gotten closer with some older ones, had some drift apart and thru it all I’ve learnt something important. Namely that, there’s nothing wrong with the friends I had before, but I’ve felt so much better and it’s just been so much healthier for me now I’ve also started pursuing and focusing on friendships with people around my age. It sounds weird to say, but despite having a good collection of close friends there was a part of me that was lonely, and that part has kinda stopped being so much now not all my friends are 10ish years older than me. 
That’s one thing I’ve discovered, but this year has been a big one for discovery for me. I tried a bunch of different papers and found out that I hate international relations and love philosophy. I’ve started learning Swedish!! And probably the biggest and most important discovery: thanks to my friends telling me “dude you really need to do this” I’ve gotten on anti-depressants!!! Which have really been helping me so much. That’s probably.... my biggest regret is that I didn’t get on them a few years ago. Still, I’m on them now and my head is just working so much better. Also, and I’ve talked about this in an earlier post so if you wanna kno deets you can go read it, I properly I guess remembered? stopped repressing? how a friend abused me a few years ago and started working thru the issues I have because of that.  
At this point I’m gonna put things under a cut coz this is where shit is gonna get long. 
Some letters, to the people I’ve known this year. I know a LOT of people so I’m prob gonna not mention anyone so if I don’t mention you: I love y’all. Ur so so fucking brilliant all of u and I’m honored to know you and to have had this chance to be in contact with y’all. I’m deeply sorry for any way I might have wronged you over this year, and if any of you wronged ME I forgive you entirely. If any of you haven’t really talked to me, but want to; or if we’ve drifted outta contact and you wanna pick things back up or ANYTHING at all feel free to msg me anytime. My discord is ardentlyThieving#4893 and this is an open invitation to anyone reading this coz there’s a ton of cool ppl on here who I haven’t talked to as much as I’d like. Anyways onto the individual stuff.
To the afternoon gang. You guys all mean so so fucking much to me, more than probably anyone else. Ur my best support network, my greatest pals. Being friends with you all is a fucking delight. I know I’m not always active in our server, but trust me that it’s nothing on you. I’ve enjoyed every moment hanging out with you guys. Or well, most of them at least :P. We have the wildest conversations and trust me, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I know some of you guys have had a hard time this year and I’m so sorry that you guys are going thru that shit coz y’all deserve so much better. It’s my deepest hope that next year is a good one for all of you and if there’s every anything I can do you guys know where to find me. I love you so so so so so much and I hope these last few days of 2018 are as good for you as they can possibly be.
To the people of Eff’s servers. You guys are super duper cool. Being salty with y’all is so much fun and also so deeply annoying that people keep pulling this shit that we gotta be salty about. I love the fact that we can go from shitty meme posting (usually my fault) to having in depth n thoughtful conversations about just about anything (hopefully usually not my fault). Y’all are amazing people and it feels like you’ve all found urselves a bit more this year, which I’m so happy for you about.
To Sakshi. That’s right, u get an individual one. Ur like, my hero. Srsly dude the fact that ur so fucking patient with the utter dumbasses msging you and that u started this whole deep conversation that ur not backing down from? I’m so proud of you, I admire you so much, and you have my utmost support. Hmu if you ever need me to drag someone for you. Also i’m sorry to out you as a gamer to the fine people of tumblr dot com (actually I’m not that sorry) but it’s been so much fun playing swtor with you. And salt watching things with you. I love how fun our friendship is and also how we can have proper deep conversations like 10/10 A+ content. 
To Hammi. Dude you are awesomesauce. My fave lesbian pal. I love memeing with you and gaming with you and chatting with you. Here’s to another great year broski!
To Clare. We’ve only just met at the very end of this year and I’m so glad we did. Ur super cool and funny and I love ur art n posts.
To my swtor guild. Another group of wonderful people who I’ve only just met. i’m so fucking excited to get to know all of you better coz y’all have such great swtor opinions and are so much fun to play with. Sorry about what I did to the Gizka flagship bridge lmao.
To Sofa. DUDE HI! becoming friends with you this year has been one of the highlights. Thank you for all the support you’ve given me and for all the fun times we’ve had. I adore playing video games with you and I fucking love ur swtor ocs. You’ve been there for me so much, and I hope I’ve been there for you as well. Thank you for everything.
To Marie. Yet another person I met later on this year and haven’t had the chance to get so close with. Defo my bad there I need to msg you more often. Thanks for being there for me, even though I was kind of a shitty friend to you at one point. I didn’t deserve ur patience but you gave it to me anyway and I’m so fuckin grateful for that. I hope to make that up to you in the coming year. <3
To Jason. We were tight at the start of the year and kinda drifted apart which I regret. Msg me anytime dude and if you ever reinstall swtor you should totally hmu coz playing it with you was a ton of fun!! 
To Traya. I know we’ve only talked on and off this year, but I’m so excited for you to be at my university and to hang out in person!! Hang in there dude, coz there’s so many cool people for you to meet and take it from me that university really is so much better than college.
Ok this is where the happy positivity ends!! Again I love y’all so much and I hope that next year is better for all of you then this one was!!! Thanks for being pals with me, I appreciate it so much even when I’m not great at showing it.
Coz there’s one more letter I gotta write coz after however many years I want closure. This is where it ends.
To Teri. Wow. I never thought I’d be saying ur name again. Well typing, but w/e. That first year we were friends was so fucking good and I’m glad we had that, coz you were a pretty cool person. I dunno why you decided to change all that and start hurting me and I’m probably never gonna understand but you know what? That’s ok. I don’t need to. You hurt me, I got out. I’m not sure, but I think you were being hurt by people as well and I hope you got out like I did. No matter how badly you treated me you still don’t deserve to be abused urself. Nobody deserves that. I don’t know if I forgive you, and I don’t know if I ever will, but I hope things are better for you now. I’m sorry for the times I wronged you while we were friends. This isn’t me saying I deserved to be abused by you, because I sure as hell didn’t, but well. Two wrongs don’t make a right and ur abuse doesn’t magically erase the times I wasn’t the greatest friend. I thought ignoring the things you did to me would make things better, but instead I let it all fester inside me and change my behaviour without realizing that’s what happened. So this is me letting go of it all. Coz you don’t get to fuckin take anything else away from me. I’m better now than I was then despite everything you did to me. This is me, making a conscious choice to heal and move on and grow. It’s not gonna be easy, but imma do it and it’s gonna be so fucking wonderful. This is Arden signing out because you don’t GET to have any control over my life anymore. Never ever again.
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fijineer · 3 years ago
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Recap of the last week or so, Work is really starting to pack up with the contract kicking off. Plenty of paper and emails flying around. A few late nights and whatnot but it’s all pretty manageable. Had dinner with Donna and Niran one night which was really good so they could meet each other before the festival.
Hit the road on Thursday with the contractors to check out a bunch of sites as Wellers some people from FRA. A good day out on the whole looking at the bridge sites and investigation locations. Nice to get to know them all a bit more personally as well which I hope will pay dividends down the track.
Carrie arrived back from her voyage. Very very very pleased to see her after a few days away. Work hooked me up with an awesome place to stay for Thursday night, orchard Fiji is what it’s called. It’s kinda like Glamping in amongst native plants and just beautiful plants generally. Really really nice place. A magical evening all-round really, so, swimming, yeah it was super super nice.
Had to make sure everything went okay on Friday morning (which it did!). Get it back to the hotel to do some more work before heading the road for the weekend. We headed down to the Warwick to check in for the weekend. Couple of drinks at sunset and a really really nice dinner down on their private little island restaurant thing that they have there, beautiful.
Cruisey day the next day. Her sister Amy and her friend, Celine, arrived from America. Nice to meet them and nice for them to all catch up with one another to. Got ready and had a few drinks and went to uprising festival. That was really fun actually, I don’t know if I expected it to be but it was. I wouldn’t say it was like New Zealand music festival status but it was more like a little boutique festival which is exactly what it was I guess. Bumped into Songhie and plenty of other familiar faces there as per usual. Got a bit louder on wine and vodka cruisers, how good so!
Got upgraded to a suite at the Warwick for Saturday night as well which was nice.
Chilling and checking out along with a bit of a road trip before dropping the girls off at beachhouse for their weeks day. Nice to hang for the rest the day before heading back to server. Just lounging around and snoozing generally which was really nice. I don’t think I do enough of that, need to work on doing more chilling. I wouldn’t say work stressful but I’d say it’s high paced I guess and there’s a lot of pots on the stove.
Had dinner at Paradiso last night with the girls and Carrie supervisor Amanda. Kinda like a little goodbye Service thing for her I guess. Was really nice to see them all again anyway. And now I’m currently in the car driving to the beach house for the night.
I don’t know if it’s crazy or not but I’m willing to find out. I think that’s the difference. It’s easy to just say oh it’s all too hard and no, I don’t want to do that, but hey you never know
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allthephils · 7 years ago
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Repose
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Word count: 3592 Rating: M (language, adult themes, drinking, mentions of sex, sleeping beauty au)
Chapter 4
It rained the whole way home. Phil watched the water dribble down over the window. He was glad the sun had disappeared behind grey clouds. It’s exhausting being sad in good weather. Louise was kind enough to let him alone on the drive, except for the occasional pat to the knee when she noticed him wiping a tear. Phil felt so much grief, like he was walking away from Dan forever. He’d already been through this process and those old wounds stung in a new, deeper way.
When you’re in love with a member of the royal family, you don’t have to try to stay abreast of that person’s well being. Phil had actively avoided any news about Dan but he still had constant reassurance that he was was alive and well. Now, there was no guarantee that Dan would be either of those things. If all this curse nonsense was true, one of those eligible women could well be his destiny. The royal decree had been clear, whoever delivered the kiss that woke Daniel from his sleep, had the right to marriage and all that entails. The other possibility was that none of those women were Daniel’s true love and he would stay locked in sleep forever. There was a third option as well, that there was no curse and Daniel was just in some sort of unusual variety of coma. He could be lost before they even knew what was happening, and not to sleep, but truly lost. Phil couldn’t fathom the last one, but he honestly didn't know which of the first two was worse.
Louise had to get home to Darcy. She gave Phil a tight hug at the curb with promises to check in and reminders that he could call her anytime, day or night. He tried to tell her how grateful he was for her but the rain came down and they were cut short. Phil brushed his teeth and took a shower. He really just stood under the water, trying to feel something other than grief and sadness and frustration. Phil just wanted to climb into bed but it was only 3 in the afternoon and he didn’t want to risk causing himself a sleepless night in the state he was in. He pulled on his Star Wars pajamas and went to grab t-shirt from his drawer. He dug to the bottom to find a really old, soft one. When he saw the green pattern, he wondered which shirt it was for a moment until he realized it was Dan’s Versace. It had been left behind in the laundry but Phil always thought Dan left it on purpose. He knew Phil hated that shirt. It was hideous and spending over 100 pounds on a t-shirt was just wrong. Now though, as he slipped it on, it felt precious to him.
Phil padded in socked feet down to the kitchen and made a cup of coffee. He carried the mug to the sofa and turned on the television. He couldn’t be bothered to put in a DVD so he scrolled through amazon video and played Jurassic World. Watching Chris Pratt flex and fight dinosaurs sounded like an ideal distraction. Just as he pulled a blanket over his legs, his phone rang, like actually rang. He almost ignored it, completely unwilling to take on human interaction right now, but he didn’t get many calls, it could be urgent. It was Phil’s brother, Martyn.
“Hey Martyn.”
“Hey buddy.” His voice was overly kind.
“What’s up Martyn, I’m kinda busy.”
“Yeah I see you’ve had a busy day. You’re quite the hero on Twitter and Tumblr. Mum’s not loving it but I think she is secretly a little proud.”
“Excuse me?” Phil wanted to throw the phone across the room. Couldn’t he get one day off from all of that? “What are you on about?”
“Phil, I saw the video of you at the castle gate. It’s pretty impressive, I have to say. I don’t want to say I’m surprised but I’m surprised. You stood up for what’s right. The hashtag was bound to happen, it’ll blow over.” Martyn talked to someone on his end for a moment. “Cornelia says to tell you she ships it.”
All at once, Phil remembered, #Phaniel. He hadn’t told his family about Dan, he couldn’t. They knew he had had a boyfriend and that it ended badly. Martyn had come to see him in those dark post break up weeks. As far as Martyn was concerned, Phaniel was no different than Phimmy or Philirific. There was a knock at the door, a merciful interruption. It was the first time in his life, Phil had been happy someone was at the door, except all the times Dan had knocked of course.
“Thanks Martyn and tell Corn I love her. I’ve gotta run, someone’s knocking on my door.”
Martyn tried to argue but Phil hung up, pretending not to hear. He got up and hoped whoever was at the door was ready for the stunning outfit he was sporting. It was a courier of sorts, or was it a process server? “Philip Lester?” He asked, looking down at his clipboard.
“Yes?” Phil felt a twinge of nerves, what was all this about? He really hoped he hadn’t been sent a stripper as he was really not in the mood. They handed over a rather impressive looking envelope with Phil’s name and address written in beautiful calligraphy. The clipboard was shoved into his hands, “Sign for receipt please.” Phil was baffled but he signed, hesitating a moment because he almost wrote amazingPhil. The courier nodded a thanks and turned to leave.
Phil closed the door behind him and sat on the sofa. He turned the envelope over in his hands. There was an honest to god wax seal on the back. He peeled it away, opened the flap, and pulled out the letter. The paper felt wonderful in his hands, it was weighty, and soft to the touch. He held it up to the light and saw the fibers of cotton dispersed throughout. The black ink was deep and rich and Phil marveled that the letter was hand written. He expected some kind of royal decree, an order to cease and desist, or maybe even a restraining order, but that’s not what he read.
Mr. Lester,
It has come to our attention that your presence at Prince Daniel’s bedside may have had an effect on his well being. The queen requests your return to discuss your visit with the royal physician. Your continued involvement may or may not be desired by her majesty and any further invitation will be extended at a date and time yet to be determined. A car will be sent for you tomorrow morning at 8.
With regards,
Virginia Richards
Senior Secretary
to her Majesty the Queen
Phil snapped a photo and sent it to Louise, who responded simply, with WTF? After Jurassic World, Phil watched an episode of Black Mirror and ordered Thai food. He went to bed early since he’d be getting up in the morning like a normal adult human, for the second day in a row.
Sleep came easy and he dreamed of dragons and enchanted swords, of thorny vines that wound their way up and over Windsor Castle. He saw pink roses, the color of Dan’s lips, bloom between the thorns. Phil, in his dream, approached the gate, his sword dragging behind him, and the thorny tangle unwound and opened to him. He walked through and climbed a winding staircase, dropping his weapon somewhere along the way. Dan lay in repose in a tower surrounded by an artificial night, the moon shone down on his face, and stars drew constellations around him. Phil leaned over to kiss him and Dan’s lips felt cold against his. As Phil stood, Dan’s arm dropped off the bed, limp at his side. Phil woke with a start and checked the time, 6am. He didn’t feel rested, he felt like he’d run a marathon. Nevertheless, he got out of bed and into the shower. He made coffee and forced some cereal down. He took his time dressing but wore his usual plaid shirt and jeans. Phil had no idea what was ahead but he wasn’t feeling particularly eager to please. Seeing Dan again was his only incentive to cooperate and he held on to a sliver of hope that maybe Dan was doing better, maybe he could help him.
Louise practically bounced in her seat, Phil’s phone in her hand. Opposite her, Phil was stress eating, inhaling pizza. He was already on his 3rd slice.
“You have him programmed into your phone as Dan?”
“He told me to call him Dan! What was I supposed to put, Prince Daniel, Duke of Cambridge, future king of England, the one with the nice arse?”
“That’s more accurate, so yes.” Louise thought out loud, “He’s clearly into you. You need to seem interested but not overly excited. He probably gets all kinds of crazy attention.”
“What do you mean, clearly? We said 2 sentences to each other and I was a bumbling mess. Anyway, he said he hoped we’d be friends.” He started on slice 4.
Louise looked Phil dead in the eye. “Are you serious? So you think a prince who has been skirting gay rumors since he was 16 gave his bodyguards the slip and stalked a super cute guy with a matching haircut because he wanted to be friends? You think he hands his phone number out to strangers on the regular?”
Phil blushed, “Guess not.” Louise hit send and handed the phone back.
“Oh my god, you sent it!?"
Phil: Hi Dan, It’s Phil, from the bakery. Sorry you had to run. Can we pick up where we left off?
The phone vibrated and Phil jumped, slamming it face down on the table with a small yelp. Louise rolled her eyes and picked it up, reading aloud.
Dan: Phil! You texted me! I wasn’t sure you would. Does this mean I get to see you again?
Phil put his head down on the table to hide his burning cheeks. He was terrified and giddy and insanely flattered. Louise leaned over and shook Phil by the shoulders.
“Oh. My. God. Philip!”
Phil played it as cool as he could, saying he’d love to hang out but he did have a lot to do this week. This was an absolute lie considering Phil had literally no schedule and no one to answer to but himself. Dan told Phil that he’d be spending the next 2 days in Hackney, helping primary school kids plant a vegetable garden, but that Saturday would be a perfect night to meet up.
Saturday night at 8:30, there was a knock at the door. Phil looked in the mirror, repaired his splinges, and unbuttoned his top button. He opened the door and waved stiffly at Dan who waved back in a sweet attempt at breaking the tension. He followed Dan out the front door to a waiting car. A strong looking guy in a suit held the door open for them and they climbed in. Phil recognized him from the bakery and Dan introduced him as Dennis. Dennis did not say hello, but leaned in and handed Phil an Ipad. “Standard non-disclosure agreement, sign with your finger please. And I’ll need to see your ID.”
“Nice to meet you too, Dennis.” Phil snarked. He pulled his ID out and showed it to Dennis, then signed the screen. Dennis shut the door and walked around to the front passenger seat.
“Sorry about him, he really is a nice guy.” Dan said.
Sometimes, YouTube sent cars to take Phil to events. He tried to pretend this was no different, that there wasn’t a bodyguard in the front seat and a prince sitting next to him.
“So, where are we going?” In an effort to avoid staring longingly at Dan’s beautiful face, Phil watched the scenery go by through the tinted window. It was going to take some time to see him as flesh and blood and not the heartthrob Phil had been stanning for months.
“Knightsbridge.” Dan said, “A few of my friends are having a party in this amazing apartment. You’ll love it. There should be food there if you’re hungry.”
Phil liked a very particular kind of party, the kind with a few close friends playing board games and eating pizza. What Dan was describing sounded like Phil’s own private hell. There’d be weird food he’d never tried, expensive furniture for him to spill drinks on, and loads of new people to judge him for looking awkward and uncomfortable the whole time. Normally, these types of parties wouldn’t be a problem because Phil would never be invited to one but now he had unwittingly agreed to attend. He was just going to have to be brave, there was no way he was giving up this chance to spend time with Dan.
They pulled up in front of a smart looking building. Dennis got out, exchanged some sort of secret lad handshake hug with the doorman, then leaned against the hood of the car and lit a cigarette. Phil followed Dan into the building and to a private elevator. Dan punched a code into a keypad on the wall and they went up. And up. And up. Phil leaned on the railing and closed his eyes as his stomach traveled into his throat. He took a few deep breaths to recover from the elevator induced motion sickness and straightened himself up. The doors opened onto an opulent lounge the size of Phil’s entire apartment. The longest sofa he had ever seen stretched along the length of two walls, dotted with couples and clusters of people. The sofa was white and Phil vowed to stayed far away from it. A huge wall of windows revealed a balcony with a firepit in the center. Across the lounge, there was a banquet table covered in food. Phil took a step closer to Dan, who leaned in to his ear. “Don’t worry, I hate parties too. This is just one of the few places I can be without hiding. Let’s go loiter by the food.”
Phil exhaled and the two of them hurried through the scattered crowd. They grazed on tiny cakes and Dan served up some strong smelling punch. They drank and chatted about nothing and soon the party disappeared. It was just Dan and Phil, not a prince and a YouTuber, just a couple of dorks debating which is the best Mario Kart. Phil refilled their glasses and eyed a small card set on a plate of hors d'oeuvres.
“Dan, what exactly is an artisanal pickle? And why does it need to be said that it’s gluten free?” Dan laughed, covering his mouth to keep from dribbling. ”Don’t ask me mate, I’m a royal not a hipster.” He handed Phil his glass, moving in close enough that Phil could smell the cherry vodka on his breath. “I need to powder my nose. Be right back.”
Phil watched Dan walk away with perhaps just a bit too much attention, but soon snapped back to realize he was stood alone, at a party, full of posh people he doesn't know. He backed himself into the kitchen and leaned on a counter, staring into his punch. There was a couple making out against another counter but the kitchen was so big, it didn’t seem an issue. Phil began absentmindedly playing with a set of crystal salt and pepper shakers next to him, naming them Dan and Phil, and walking them down an imaginary aisle. Just as he said the second I do, someone sidled up next to him and he jumped, shoving the shakers away so fast, one tipped and spilled.
“You’re amazingPhil.” He was as tall as Phil with a mop of curly hair that hung down into his striking green eyes. Phil was hastily brushing salt off the counter into his hand. He threw a bit over his shoulder to avoid angering any malevolent spirits and let the rest fall to the floor.
“I am. Hey.” He really hoped this guy would walk away but that didn’t happen.
“I’m PJ, so good meeting you.” He shook Phil’s hand briskly and spoke just as fast. “Love your videos. You came with Dan, yes? Dan and I met in grammar school. He’s a grave disappointment to his parents as am I, so we bonded right off the bat. Can I pick your brain about YouTube? I find it fascinating.”
“Hi PJ, It’s eh, good to meet you too but I feel like I should see where Dan ran off to.”
“Oh Dan? He’s right over there.” He gestured over his shoulder. “He got ambushed on his way back from the loo.”
Phil looked over to see Dan talking to a very pretty young woman in tiny shorts and a bolero jacket. Her heels were so high, she could look Dan right in the eye. Her right hand rested on his forearm and the other gesticulated wildly, spilling drops of her drink onto the cream colored rug. Dan caught Phil looking for him and he rolled his eyes and grinned before going back to feigning interest in her non-stop talking.
“So,” PJ drew Phil back in, “you guys a thing then?”
“Me and Dan? Oh no. We only just met. We’re just friends.”
“Really? Hmm. Didn’t look like friends over here canoodling in the corner.” PJ crunched a tiny pickle.
“Canoodling? We weren’t… he’s not interested in me like that.” Phil moved to get himself more punch and PJ followed, standing beside him.
“You see the girl he’s talking to? That’s Iris Spencer. She comes from just the right sort of family and has been educated in all the right schools. If Dan’s father could choose anyone for him to marry, she’d be it.”
“Marry? He not even 19.”
“Well, they’d wait till after university of course. To call her Dan’s ex-girlfriend would be a stretch so let’s just say they’ve spent some time together and she’s not accustomed to being turned down. Anywho, she’s been talking his ear off for a good 20 minutes and he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you.” PJ slurped from his cup of punch to drive his point home. “He’s into you.”
Phil kept his head low but glanced up, trying to discreetly watch the interaction. Dan nodded occasionally but his eyes stayed fixed over Iris’ shoulder, across the room, on Phil. Their eyes met and and Phil bit his lip to keep his smile from spreading too wide. He looked at PJ who grinned and slurped again.
“He’s out of my league.” Phil said, shaking his head softly.
PJ leaned in close and whispered, “Phil, he’s looking at you like you’re a damn buffet and he’s not sure which end to start on. Go. Get. Your. Man.”
Phil sputtered a laugh and looked at PJ with wide eyes. He couldn’t argue with that so he tipped back the rest of his punch and stood up as straight as his nerves would allow. He marched right up to Dan and took his hand.
“Phil! This is… Oh!” Dan was cut off mid-sentence as Phil pulled Dan along with him, never stopping.
Iris fumed, “Oi! Dan!”
Dan looked over his shoulder, “Sorry Iris, got a better offer!” They drew some attention as Phil led Dan out onto the balcony. Phil spotted a huge tub of beers and grabbed two. Dan did the same. They followed the balcony around the side of the building and squeezed past a stack of extra patio chairs to find a few feet of blessed empty space. They both sunk to the ground, giggling. Dan popped the tops of his beers on the slats of a chair and handed one to Phil, who held his own two beers up, “Great minds,” he said as he put them aside.
The clinked their bottles together and Dan opened his mouth to give a toast but paused, “I just realized all the toasts I know are dirty, I don’t want to offend you. You got one?”
Phil though for a second, cleared his throat, and said, “I’d rather have a bottle in front of me then a frontal lobotomy. Cheers!”
Dan chuckled and drank. “Phil, I’m sorry I brought you here. I wanted to go somewhere I could be myself but this scene is garbage, I know that.”
“I dunno. I’m actually having a really good time, Dan. I met your friend, PJ. He’s… interesting. He’s actually pretty cool. I don’t care where we are as long I’m...” Phil stopped himself just in time but Dan wasn’t gonna let him off that easy.
“I’m sorry, what?” Dan stared at Phil, eyebrows raised, hand over his heart. “Phil Lester, were you gonna say, as long as you’re with me ?”
“No. I mean, that’s weird. We just met. I… I just...”
“You were gonna say that!” Dan was getting such a kick out of Phil’s utter embarrassment. “You cheesy mother fluffer. You were playing it so cool, but I broke through, didn’t I? Admit it, you like me? You think I’m fit.” The emphasis Dan put on the word fit had Phil completely flustered. He put his forehead on Dan’s shoulder and groaned. Dan laughed a little to loud.
“It’s ok, Phil.” Dan’s voice softened, “I like you too.”
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skymoonandstardust · 8 years ago
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Your First Date With Tony Stark
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This is Tony Stark we’re talking about so it should come as a surprise to nobody when I say he was taken in by your good looks first and that that’s what made him walk over and start a conversation in the first place, cause he thought you were one of the prettiest girls he’d ever seen.
Ok, maybe not THE prettiest but you get the idea
The man is flirting with you nonstop oml.
I mean– every other sentence is a complement, pickup line or innuendo.
And you know who he is (obviously, cause who doesn’t) and you don’t want to fall for the playboy attitude so you're shutting him down left and right and being as prickly and sarcastic and unimpressed as you can. You’re just not having any of it.
BUT THIS ONLY MAKES HIM LIKE YOU MORE AND TONY’S MORE DETEMIEND THEN EVER TO WIN YOU OVER AND TAKE YOU ON A DATE (yes– obviously that’s the whole reason he swaggered over in the first place) SO HE DOSEN’T STOP OR LET UP
At least not until he sees that you’re completely serious. Then he calms  down and backs off… a bit *exasperated sigh*
Anyway, moving on—You can’t stay anymore and have to go and obviously Tony tries to get your number before you leave cause he doesn’t just want you to walk away that easy.  You just say something joking/sarcastic like “Sure– if you fill my whole office with flowers.” and leave without waiting to hear his reply
BUT LITTLE DO YOU KNOW THE PERSISTENCE OF ANTHONY EDWARD STARK
You go to work on Monday to find your desk– your whole workspace is just COVERED in flowers. You can hardly see the desk or walk a step CAUSE THEY’RE EVERYWHERE. 
There’s a note card with  them of course 
it says:  an office full of flowers as promised. I’ll be waiting for that number– T.S
And you’re kinda flattered despite yourself but mostly you’re confused and shocked– I mean you didn’t expect him to take your stupid comment seriously and also HOW DID HE FIND OUT WHERE YOU WORK? EVEN YOUR OFFICE NUMBER?? CAUSE YOU NEVER TOLD HIM.
Tony may or may not have had Jarvis run a complete background check on you since he knew your name and that’s how he found out your office and where you work. 
It takes you just a minute or two to realize this.
AND YOU GET MAD– CAUSE WHO IS HE TO DO THAT?!
So you just forget everything else and pick up the phone. You call stark towers (after looking up the number.) and after you ask to speak with Tony, three minutes of persuasion and telling them your name the guy finally goes to tell Tony you’re calling.
It's less then a minute before he’s back– apologizing and patching you into “Mr. Stark’s"  office phone line.
  Tony answers the phone with just  “Hello” BUT THE UTTER SMUGNESS AND HAPPINESS IN THAT ONE WORD HAS YOU WANTING TO YELL THE  SMILE RIGHT OFF HIS FACE. You regret calling already and you want to hang up on him just for that—- but you’ve got some things to say and you need to say them so you take a breath and grit out a  “Hi” between your teeth.
“Oh, that doesn’t sound happy. I take It you didn’t like the flowers.“ 
 You. Go. OFF ON HIM!!
"HOW DID YOU FIND OUT WHERE I WORKED– RIGHT DOWN TO MY OFFICE NUMBER? WAIT, DON’T BOTHER  ANSWEIRNG CAUSE I KNOW ALREADY: YOU DID A BACK GROUND CHECK ON ME!! WHAT KIND OF PERSON EVEN DOES THAT?!” “A guy in love, who wants to impress the girl he likes?” “TRY AGAIN BUCKO!! AND I CAN KIND OF SEE HOW YOU COULD GET THOSE KINDS OF THINGS FROM A BACKGORUND CHECK BUT HOW IN THE HELL DID YOU FIGURE OUT WHAT MY FAVORITE FLOWERS ARE?!?” “So you did like them then?” “That’s beside the point… ”
The call ends with you hanging up in a huff.
You’d gotten him to promise that he wouldn’t send anymore flowers- -and Tony’d gotten you to admit you actually did like them.
The next day you go into work and there’s three boxes of crazy expensive chocolates waiting for you curtsey of T.S.
You give them away to your coworkers.
The day after that it’s a gorgeous necklace with your favorite gemstone that’s worth more then your entire salary for three years. 
You call him again "what the heck Stark?! You promised not to send anything else to me!!!”
“No, I promised to stop sending you flowers– and last time I checked chocolates aren’t flowers.”
Que even more yelling
 It’s maybe a week later (with things like that popping up everyday) — and you’ve rejected all of his gifts and called Tony three times already telling him to cut it out  (he didn’t obviously) 
You come home that night and know somethings off immediately 
the trail of rose petals leading to your room kind of gives it away
You grab a weapon (just in case) and walk in cautiously (cause this is Tony Stark and who knows what to expect or what you might see) when  you notice the absolutely gorgeous gown lying on your bed and it’s  matching jewelry set (it even has earrings and a bracelet for crying out loud) you relax
for all of 0.01 seconds before going into full exasperation mode.
of course there’s a card *exasperated sigh* and when you notice it on top of the covers with everything else you pick it up and read it.  
Put This on. The limo will pick you up at  eight –T.S
THE HELL YOU’RE GOING ALONG WITH A DATE YOU DIDN’T AGREE TO OR EVEN KNOW ABOUT TILL A FEW SECONDS AGO.
So you completely ignore it all and just change into comfy clothes and go whip up a quick dinner in the kitchen.
Eight rolls around and your happy curled up on the couch watching a movie with some desert.
You’ve forgotten all about Tony stark and the date until there’s a knocking at your door.
They knock three times. wait for a minute. knock again and then you can hear them through the door “Miss, the car’s waiting for you.”
“I’m not going– and you can tell Tony Stark that if he wants to impress me, he should come and talk to me and ask me himself!!”
There’s a few minutes of silence before you hear footsteps walk away.
You sigh in relief and enjoy the rest of the night.
The next morning you almost dread going in to work, expecting to see some other gift from Tony– but you go anyway and you’re shocked when you walk in and there’s nothing there, just your normal regular office and your desk exactly as you left it.
You literally freeze in the doorway for a second you’re so stunned.
Then you walk in and go on with your day which is completely normal.
It's almost spooky quiet from his end and you’re a little worried to be honest…
It’s later that night after you've  finished eating and you’re cleaning up the kitchen when there’s a knock in your door.    
You opening to see surprise, surprise: Tony stark.
But you are surprised cause for once Stark isn’t smirking, acting overly confident or flirting and he’s not dressed nicely in rich guy clothes like he was before– he’s looking …like a regular person actually, in a normal pair of jeans and a black Sabbath shirt.  
Tony’s even looking a little nervous and sad so when he asks if he can come in you find yourself saying “yeah” and letting him through.
As soon as the two of you are sitting comfortably in your living room Tony starts apologizing, saying he’s sorry  and asking if you  can  forgive him and give him a second chance. 
You say you think you can
so he asks you out– for real and in person this time being 100% himself.
You can tell/see all that and how dead serious he is– that he’s FINALLY being himself.
So you accept
Tony lights up with the biggest smile
You literally have no idea.
He thanks you and as you walk him to the door the two of you set up the date for that Monday at 7.
Monday rolls around and you kind of brace yourself– but how can you when you have no idea where your going or what your doing on this date.
You walk through your door expecting a gift to be waiting, but there’s nothing in the living room and when you walk into your bed room there’s no fancy evening gown or jewelry set waiting for  you.   
You’re very thankful
But also kind of suspicious…
 WHAT EXACTLY IS STARK PLANNING?!
Who knows. .. (well, I do *cackles* . . and i’ll tell you in a few minutes)
So, you get dressed up.
Not too fancy but not your normal everyday outfit either… and you wait.
At seven exactly the knock on your door comes.
You open it expecting to see Happy (or some lackey/helper of Tony’s) but it’s Stark himself on the other side of the door and he’s dressed surprisingly normally again.
At least you’ve seen him in fancier clothes most of the time.
Anyway, He stares at your for a second before telling you how gorgeous you look 
You think he’s going to say more and flirt with you nonstop like before as the  two of you walk down to the car (which he does) but it’s only on or two little comments– not nearly as over the top.
The next surprise come when you see it’s a car opared out from instead of a limo (it's a fancyass sports car though. . )  and Tony’s going to be doing the driving.
He’s a secret gentleman so Stark holds the door open for you as you get in.
Tony drives you to a restaurant– a nice one but not some overbearing five stars rich people restaurant and you're surprised (and slightly impressed– but you’re not about to tell him that)
He hasn’t even bought out the whole place for the night (*shocked gasps*) so there are people all around you and the normal amount of servers as you’re shown to a table, handed menus and left alone to decide your order.
  Once Both of you tell them what you want and you’re left alone again you start talking.
You end up smiling and laughing the whole time and enjoying the dinner– especially since the food is as fantastic as the conversation.
 After you leave the restaurant Tony ends up just driving you around in the car and talking together.
That is– until you spot a beach. 
You make him stop and drag him onto the sand, both of you smiling and laughing.
The two of you just walk along the water, stand in the waves, and talk. you both try your best to make the other smile or laugh.
the two of you sit on the sand and just relax and watch as the sky slowly turns into a sunset.   
Finally You guys grab your stuff, walk back to the car and he drives you home.
Tony walks you to your door and the to of you kinda stand  there for a minute
He’s not shy or nervous at all.
"I had a great time.”
“So does that mean you’d say yes if I asked you out again?”
“Maybe. . Ask me and we’ll see.” you’re teasing him of course and you both know it– you’d say yes in a heartbeat.
 You find yourself getting closer and so is he and suddenly you’re kissing.
It last a good two minutes before you break apart
“I’ll take that as a yes then”
You laugh at that and say goodnight before heading in. You just have time to hear him say good night back before the door closes behind you.
you’re totally the cliché  rom-com girl right then and stand there just smiling and thinking about him and the date before moving on– It was one of the best dates ever and you can’t wait for the next one.
Meanwhile, mr too-cool Tony stark is being just as cliché and doing the same thing.
Today was the most fun, relaxing, enjoyable days he's  had in he can’t remember how long and he’s already decided to  call at lunch the next day and ask you out again.
He’s just undecided whether he should just start looking at wedding rings tonight, or if he should save that for tomorrow.
Better make it tonight– you can’t be too careful.
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exotahu · 8 years ago
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The Bronycon 2017 big text post!
This is the longest thing I ever write but here is my of the 2017 Bronycon.
Lets get to it. 
Thursday:
We met at Bill's house so we could travel down in two groups, since we had too many people to fit in one car. (8 of us, Me, Andrew, Justin and Ethan in one car, Kyle, Bill, Nick and Josh in another.) We managed to pretty much stay together and stopped at the same gas station together. It was the good-hot dog speedway. They only had two left and everyone looked at me like I was crazy for wanting gas station hot dogs. I ate those two and asked if they had any more. They totally did. I intended to eat a couple more but NOPE. Everybody else decided to try the gas station hotdogs and doubled up. Oh well, it was kinda funny. The next stop was Baltimore. There was crazy construction in the city, atleast around our hotel. Slowed us down a bit. Justin really had to use the bathroom, so he jumped out of the car in still traffic and went into a nearby subway rather than waiting until we got to the hotel. As soon as he did, traffic moved, like we thought it would. It was easy to direct him from there to the hotel though. They had the special keys, but there wasn't a wifi password this year. I'm a Marriott member so I got free wifi anyway though. We hung around for a bit and went to get our badges. Went pretty quick for us basic pass holders, only like 45 minutes. Not bad at all. Deposited our con things at the hotel. Went to Dick's Last Resort. Nick decided he wanted to arm wrestle me for some reason. I won. Of course the waiter saw this so he challenged me. I lost pretty quick, he was large. Might have been better had I not planted my elbow on the goddamn laminated menu, but what can you do? The funniest part was when he brought our drinks, he brought one. Left the others at the station thingy. I got up and got just mine. Then everyone else slowly did it. It was funny. Managed to place a Pokemon on the gym there too. Didn't last that long but was nice anyway. Then we went to Fells Point. Everybody went to a ramen shop but I decided to go to the bar trot early. I was the only one to actually sign up for it in our group. The original company running the bar trot apparently closed. I didn't know there wasn't to be one until a month before, and then I noticed a new company doing it but it was definitely very last minute for them. There were only two bars participating, neither of them being the admiral, which seemed kinda lame. However the Admiral, being awesome as it as, participated ANYWAY. They had the themed drink including the Great and Powerful Trixie. Drank a fuckton of it. They also had a Pinkie Pie and Applejack themed drink that I saw. Then the bartender made a Rainbow Dash drink by combining them all. It was fuckin' awesome. We then went to the Soundgarden because apparently it's just right there and back to the hotel for bed.
 Friday:
 I got up relatively early, think I actually got almost 8 hours of sleep. Decided to bring my bad Derpy cosplay. Product of a 3$ costume store clearance wing/ear/tail set and a shirt photo transfer. I actually went to opening ceremonies because A. I woke up for it on time, B. I didn't want to just book it to the vendor hall.  It was neat, maybe I'll try to do opening ceremonies again. After that, I got to meet up with a group of people from a Scisetdaily (a really cute Sciset tumblr askblog thingy) discord server I joined, which was really cool. We hung out and ate some con food before we split off to do other things. I went to the vendor hall at this point and wandered. Bought one of the cool engraved lighters. It has Princess Luna on it. I also got some 4de plushies (Specifically Fluttershy and Trixie), a fantastic JoJo shirt and some a couple Cutie Corral plushies. Specifically the comic universe reverse world princesses. Apparently its their last year doing cons : (. Comics hadn't been set up yet so I held off on that. Then I bought an absolutely adorable Derpy playmat. Also I got to see something neat. The MyLittleTies booth had A VR demo for the occulus rift where you could wander around Ponyville. It was really cool, even though I had to take my glasses off I could still see well enough for it to be cool. And yes I totally want an occulus rift for this reason.... Sad my computer won't support it. It was sort of disorienting, but I'm sure if I used VR more, I'd get used to it. After this I went to the hotel and deposited my things and headed to the Fursuit photoshoot with a couple friends. Next was the CMC VA panel which was cool. I like the VA panels. I kinda just wandered around again after that before going back to the main hall. I was going to watch the comic creators panel, but the adjacent room had a tesla coil set up and i really wanted to watch them go. Ultimately ended up watching the tesla coils go cause I needed to charge my phone and that is where an outlet was. Caught the end of the comic panel though. I hate when two panels I want to see conflict. Ate some more con food and did a bunch of wandering. Went back to the hotel and switched to a normal shirt and prepped for bronypalooza. Hung out in the other room and played some splatoon2. Really wanted to see Vylet. His set was fuckin awesome. Other acts were really cool too. A lot more electronic music than usual for that early in the night. Then I did something different. Rather than stay at the palooza, I met up with everyone and went to the Anthology 6 panel. Fuckin hysterical. Everyone else went back to the hotel and I went back to the palooza to catch Silva Hound's set. Then went back to the hotel and went to sleep.
 Saturday: Decided last minute to bring my Chrysalis cosplay. Ran into the guy I met at an Otakon a few years back, which was cool. I went to the vendor hall first. The comic booth had a box of variant covers for 5$ each. I dropped 60$ on comics. Then I found a Madoka playmat. I also got Bill to grab a movie playmat for me when they went to the vendor hall day 1. I got like 3 mats. I mostly just wandered and observed. Saw a dakimakura that was real funny bud I didn't want to drop 100 at that time. It was a cartoon-y chrysalis laying on a fuzzy pink background and that fuzzy pink background was Fluffllepuff. Next I got to meet up with the cool people from the internet again and we went to the Kelly Sheridan and Kyle Rideout panel as one big group. I thought of a q&a question but by that point the line was to infinity and I knew there was no way, perhaps another time. Once that ended I grabbed some food and went to the crystal arena. Bill and Josh wanted to see how the game had changed and see what the game was like now. They were running a novice tournament that was 10$ you got a deck to play with and two packs and at the end. It was neat learning the game again. It sounds like it really became good. They streamlined it a lot. Went to another fursuit photoshoot. Then we went back and got ready for palooza. I stayed the entire time this time. Really liked Michelle Creber and BlackGryph0n’s set. Chilled out and sat for one of the acts with Andrew and Ethan, needed to save my legs which were super sore. It was fantastic. Got to see Garnika, he's probably my favorite of all the regular artists there. I bought one of his shirts. Although I heard this might have been his last Bronycon? Infinite sadness if thats true. This is about when Kyle and Josh showed up. I also got a message that the fire alarm went off at the hotel. Everybody there had a clusterfuck, Justin slept through it. Turns out someone was vaping or smoking or some nonsense. then Andrew and Ethan returned in time for the end of Garnika's set and Alex S. Was a great time.
 Sunday: Waking up was a bit rough since I hadnt gotten to bed until like 330-4. I wanted to go the VA panel but it was at 10 am (Goddamn who DOES that) but I was way to tired to get out of bed on time. I caught the end of it though! Then I went to the vendor hall. I was trying to avoid buying prints, but guess what. Bought so many goddamn prints. Again. Fuck. Oh well. I've tetris'd my walls before and I can totes do it again. Was trying to buy other neat things. I did too. I got a lazer etched geode slice and an edge lit acrylic pane. I really just hung out in the vendor hall with various people and looked at things. Also Nick got me a commission from an artist named Baron Engle. It's Lapis and Peridot as ponies in his style. Really fucking cool. Also bought another glass. Fluttershy this time. Was hoping one of the bands was gonna be at the Bronypalooza table but they weren't. Also had a print ordered to be shipped to me cause one of the print places printer broke. (There are certain booths that will sell art on behalf of the artists that can't be there.) Also bought a little digital nametag thing. It's pretty cool. I gotta get a cord to hook it up to the computer though. Wandered the con a little bit then deposited stuff at the hotel. We went to closing ceremonies after that. Ran into Garnika on the way there which was neat. Before it started we were playing music and everyone was just kinda goofing around. Closing ceremonies were cool. They said they were short 219 from their 33000 charity goal. So they asked the crowd if they could do that and SO MANY people got up to give them money (myself included). Turns out they made like 1200 $ They were then 10 short from 34k, and someone gave them 10$ We got our annual group photo and then headed to the Inner Harbor for some food and to play some Pokemon Go. Went to Bubba Gump's Shrimp Co. Place remains to be fucking fanstastic. Shrimpers Heaven is the best. While we waited for a table we managed to find a whole bunch of cool pokemon, Even did a Machamp raid. Found a fuckin Sandshew, Totodile and Mantine as well. Those are all things I've never seen around here ever. The Bronycon gym was blue so we couldn't do it yet decided to try later. I also evolved my first Gyrados. I decided to do it down there because that's where I essentially started my game. Went around an played some more Pokemon after dinner. The bronycon gym had changed but unfortunately the game broke real hard, we managed to get it down after a half hour of error-ing out a game crashes. Then we should have had it but it turned yellow in the clusterfuck. And no one had it in them to stand there for another half hour of broken game to beat one Blissey. We went back the next day but it had once again turned blue so we never got on it. Then we all went back to the hotel and watched the newest Rick and Morty while packing. Got our shit together and slept.
 Monday: We got up and hung out before loading vehicles. Checkout and hotel exiting was pretty easy. Decided to hang around in the inner harbor for a bit. Got lunch at an Irish pub in the pavilion. Yay for pub burgers and vodka cranberries! Then went to do a raid. A bunch of us went to get ice cream, but I went to the bigass Barnes and Noble instead. I had been looking for the Daring Do books at the con but no one had them. Barnes and Noble had one of the ones I was missing. After all that we walked back and headed out. We tried to stay together but traffic was nonsensical so it was hard. Unfortunately a rock flew up and cracked Kyle's windshield. Minor but still annoying. We  met up one last time in Wilkes-Barre at a Sheetz. I got some 2 for a dollar hot dogs and they were not good. After hanging out some they left about 15 minutes before us. We thought it'd be funny if we managed to pass them since they had such a ridiculously long head start and guess what? We totally did. It was funny. Got home after that.
 Overall:
             It was a good fucking time. Usually is. Bought some neat stuff. Got to meet some cool people from the internet. (Honestly, if any of y'all are reading this, even though it wasn't for that long at any given point you were all cool to meet and hang out with. I hope we get to again sometime.) It's honestly been a while since I've done that. It's funny, despite having done this the last 5 years, I don't feel at all burned out. Though next year, I think I'm going to do something different for my usual con photography. I'm going to shoot everything in black and white. (I accidentally left my camera in black and white mode for my first shot) I want to see how that makes things different.  
 (Also as always my memory is pretty butthole, and I essentially wrote this twice, so there might be errors and things I missed or got in the wrong order.)
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