#( not sure what else but lemme know if you want me to add any more warnings )

[lilxmcrtes]

AU!

send me ‘AU!’ and i will ramble about an AU | @empatheticagent | Mun

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Okay, as promised. Reverse verse type stuff.

At first I thought that meant swapping Eira and Aeron’s places, which would mean their personalities would be swapped too. But not necessarily. So I need to re-explore that.

Instead! I’ll be talking about, what if Aeron had lost the fight between himself and Oliver after finding out that Oliver was leading a double life. I haven’t really thought the whole way through about it but neither did I about the meta actor stuff and that seemed to go well enough.

Alright, let’s get to it. So first off, what happened in the main verse?

Oliver is dating Eira and has even possibly proposed to her. Aeron is not a fan of him, just gets this slimy vibe off him. To the point that he hires a P.I. Aeron finds out about the double life Oliver has been leading and confronts him. They end up fighting with Oliver taking the post damage. Aeron tells him to stay out of his sister’s life or he’ll really kill him next time. Oliver takes the easy way out and decides to break it off. He doesn’t love her that much. She wasn’t just a fling anymore but his secret was out so it'd be much harder for things to line up for them. To cover up for the injuries, he says he got mugged and still goes to work the next day. There were things to do, things that might finally impress his boss / father-in-law to be on the Board. There’s construction / remodeling happening there though, and in pain, he goes for fresh air and ends up taking a serious tumble that leaves him with a case of amnesia when he wakes up. Hence, Aeron is not implicated for the events ( he has a history of getting into a few scuffles ) and keeps it to himself. Eira finds out the hard way about Oliver’s life. But continues to visit. She ends up helping him and Aeron avoids them out of guilt.

So. Quite a bit happens.

In the reverse verse of this, Aeron takes the most damage but Oliver surrenders. Aeron leaves with the intent to tell Eira. Due to his injuries, however, Aeron is involved in an accident that results in a similar situation as Oliver of the main verse. Eira is quite understandably upset, but still completely unaware that she was “the other woman”. Meanwhile Oliver, like the main verse, says he got mugged, and brushes it all off. He stops contacting Eira in hopes that it will all just go away. Eira is persistent though, she’s in need of emotional support and she thought Oliver was going to be there for her. If he just picked up the phone... His phone going off catches his wife’s attention, so he eventually relents and finds out about Aeron. Not knowing about the amnesia and thinking he’ll take the blame for the incident, he goes to see them. To his relief, Aeron doesn’t remember anything. Perhaps he doesn’t need to leave Eira after all... He’ll leave his wife eventually anyway. He just needs to hold out until he gets on the Board. ...Unless Aeron regains his memory.

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[yoon-kooks]

playboys & pancakes | jjk

⛓️pairing: hotnerd!jungkook x popular!reader

⛓️genre: smut, fluff, college!au

⛓️summary: When your fuckboy model friend Park Jimin returns from Paris, Jungkook can't help but feel a little jealous and protective over you even though the two of you aren't technically dating yet.

⛓️word count: 2.6k

⛓️warnings: catdilf!jk, dom!jk, sub!reader, daddy/kitten undertones, dirty talk, oc is a lil brat, boy gets jealous🤭, soft cuddling, jimin is a tattooed fuckboy, no explicit smut in this drabble

⛓️p&p masterlist⛓️

a/n: this was a cute lil drabble request for jealous!jjk!! if you make it all the way to the end, there ✨might✨ be a special teaser... lmk if yall would be interested👀

In the middle of class, Jungkook stares at the seat next time him where you’re busy giggling and texting away for some unknown reason. He’s dying to know the context so he can use it against you later to see that pretty smile once more.

“Hey you,” you whisper, leaning over in his direction. It’s rare for the two of you to talk in the classroom since you both agreed it was best to lay low about whatever the fuck this is between you and him. It must be something urgent. “Do you know any cute girls who are single right now?”

Jungkook just blinks at you in utter disbelief. You’re already sick of him, aren’t you? You’d rather fool around with some cute girl than fuck some loser who makes her finish her homework a week before it’s due. Well shit. It was fun while it lasted.

“Asking for a friend,” you add. Not helping, by the way. Could you make it any more obvious that you’re trying to break off this… arrangement between you and him? “My friend said he’s down bad.”

Wait.

You flash your phone screen in Jungkook’s face for him to read what you were presumably giggling about earlier.

Jimin🍄 [10:46AM] “A what tattoo?!🥵🍆”

Jimin🍄 [10:46AM] “Btw please tell me you know a cute girl who is as down bad as I am”

Jimin🍄 [10:47AM] “Paris was not as romantic as they make it out to be”

Y/N✨ [10:48AM] “hold on lemme ask the dilf”

The dilf has a lot of questions. The first being, “You have friends?” He’s mostly just teasing you for lacking genuine friendships despite being so popular, but this is the first time he’s heard you talk about a friend that wasn’t him.

“He’s a friend from high school,” you explain. “He’s been studying abroad for the past few years and just got back yesterday. I’m letting him crash at my place this weekend so we can catch up.”

Hmm. Jungkook wasn’t planning on sharing you with anyone this weekend, but this is a much better scenario than you outright abandoning him for someone else. In fact, he might even know just the right person to satisfy your friend’s needs.

“And why are you calling me a dilf—” 

He never gets an answer because the professor calls on you to answer a question on the board. You glance up and give the correct answer with no hesitation despite the distractions next to you and on your phone. Your nerdy side is just as attractive as your bubbly personality. 

He’s so lucky to have a girl like you.

“Jimin wants to have brunch with you tomorrow, by the way,” you say on Friday night as you snuggle closer to Jungkook on the couch. It’s one of those rare wholesome nights at his place where you aren’t dripping in pleasure, moaning your little heart out with him inside you. “I told him you’d hook him up with a baddie and now he wants to interrogate you to make sure you have good taste.”

“I think I have pretty good taste.” He looks right at your cute naked face with no makeup on. You’re also borrowing one of his oversized tees and using it as a nightshirt. Obviously, he has amazing taste.

“So you’ll come?” Your smile is so bright. How could he ever say no to that? “We can meet up with him there and go to my place after.”

“Sure,” he says. Besides, he’d like to see this Jimin guy for himself. From what you’ve said about him, he seems like a cool dude studying fashion design. But it’s also kind of fucked up that your closest friend abandoned you here without anyone else to rely on for all those years apart. It’s shitty to think how alone you must’ve felt until the two of you started talking barely a month ago.

“Cool, I think you’ll get along with him,” you yawn into his chest while twirling his hair around your finger. Thank god he decided to let his hair grow out so you could play with it as much as you want. “He’s like you but friendlier and fuckboy-ish.”

“If he’s friendly and fuckboy-ish, how is that like me?” Jungkook isn’t picking up what you’re putting down. He doesn’t like the sound of the fuckboy part, either.

“He has a lot of tattoos and a cute face, but he’s kind of mean in a teasing way. Just like you.” The twirling is slowing down. “A lot of people say he’s super attractive too.”

You reach for your phone that somehow ended up on the other side of the boy and pull up Jimin’s Instagram. Jungkook studies the page and clicks on a pic of your friend all suited up in Dior. Damn. Not only is he handsome, but he also knows how to pose and look good in photos. You kind of left out the part about him being an actual model.

Of course you have another attractive guy friend who enjoys teasing you. Of course this guy happens to be staying with you while he’s “down bad.” And of course Jeon Jungkook is not going to let himself feel a certain way about it.

The next morning, Jungkook wakes up to your arms wrapped around his waist as you’re still snoozing away on the couch. Very carefully, he peels your arms away one at a time, hops out of the blanket, and gives you his sleepy kitten to hold onto in place of him. You make this cute little whiny sound as you cuddle the cat.

Successful in leaving you undisturbed, the boy heads to his room and opens his sorry excuse of a closet. The majority of his wardrobe is just basic shit like hoodies, plain tees, ripped jeans, and sweats for the gym. He’s never really put a whole lot of thought into his fashion, but he woke up this morning with an urge to look somewhat good for brunch. It totally has nothing to do with that fashion model friend of yours.

After a good ten minutes of contemplation, he eventually goes with a nice crewneck and one of the few pairs of black jeans that aren’t all torn up. It’s just brunch anyway.

By then, you’ve woken up and thrown on that pretty beige sundress you left behind a few weeks ago. He’d conveniently washed it for you when he was doing a light load. Now you smell like his lavender laundry soap.

When the two of you get to the brunch place, you claim a booth and wait for Jimin to arrive. Your arm brushes against his as you flap through the menu. The booth is pretty spacious, and yet you’re sitting that close to him. He doesn’t mind, of course.

“I’m gonna get the pink strawberry waffles… but the chocolate banana pancakes look really good, too.” You point at the pictures like a child. “What about you?”

“Chocolate banana pancakes.” He didn’t have his mind made up until that very moment. You’re always stealing his food off his plate these days anyway. He might as well pick something you’ll enjoy.

“Ooh, good, now I can try it too,” you sing. Called it.

“Never said I was sharing,” Jungkook shakes his head. You both know he’s bluffing.

“What do I have to do for a taste?” you ask so innocently while leaning your soft tits against his arm. “Do you want me to get down on my hands and knees and suck dad—”

“Hi Y/N, hey Jungkook.” Your handsome model friend slides into the other side of the booth and interrupts your enticing proposal. Your eyes light up in a way Jungkook has never seen before.

“Jimin!” you smile.

“Hey,” Jungkook adds, a lot less enthusiastic than you. Of course Jimin is even better looking in person.

After ordering, you ask Jimin to spill the deets on his Paris adventures. In addition to an internship, he also did in fact spend some time modeling for a few luxury brands. Now that he’s back home, he’s planning on taking it easy for a bit before moving forward with fashion design. 

So that’s why he’s asking for a baddie to kill time with. He can have anyone he wants as long as it’s not you.

As the two friends catch up, Jungkook notices the way you lean forward toward the other boy and laugh at nearly everything he says—although to be fair, he is a pretty funny and charming guy. That’s the kind of guy that would complement your playful personality so well.

The food comes shortly after, and you stare intensely at Jimin’s French toast even though you have a pretty pink waffle right in front of you and Jungkook’s pancakes right beside you.

“Really? The guy who just got back from France ordered French toast?” you snicker, turning to Jungkook to get him on your side. He chuckles, but only because you’re cute when you’re being mischievous.

“Would you like some, Y/N?” Jimin waves off your silliness. He must be used to it because it hardly affects him the way it affected Jungkook.

“Yes, please.” You cut off a small piece of French toast and go in for a taste. It gets not one but two thumbs up from you.

“Still a foodie, I see,” Jimin observes. You nod. He must’ve been the one you were dragging around to different food places back in high school. But now that’s Jungkook’s job, and he’d like to keep it that way.

So Jungkook waits. He waits patiently for you to ask for a taste of his food. After all, he ordered the chocolate banana pancakes with you in mind.

But instead, you’re minding your own business and digging into your pink waffle. Weren’t you offering a whole blowjob for a taste of his pancakes a little while ago? Now you suddenly don’t want it because he’d joked about not sharing it? This is stressing him out more than it should. 

You turn and catch the boy next to you aggressively sawing through his pile of pancakes with his butter knife. Hopefully you don’t pick up on his distress.

“Are the pancakes goo—” Before you can finish your question, a few freshly cut pancake pieces are plopped onto your plate beside the pink waffle.

“You said you wanted to try it, didn’t you?” Jungkook tries his best to sound nonchalant about the whole ordeal. 

Your Surprised Pikachu face quickly turns into a smug look. “Thought you weren’t sharing,” you hum as you indulge in the moist chocolatey delight. At the same time, your free hand casually runs along the boy’s inner thigh and gives it a squeeze under the table. Playing innocent might be part of your personality, but you know exactly what you’re doing to him. “The pancakes are yummy, by the way.”

Still, your touch is as much of a comfort as it is a turn-on.

“So, are you still interested in the hot girl Jungkook knows?” you ask Jimin. Jungkook hasn’t even shown you a pic of the girl, and yet you’re already hyping her up. You also aren’t aware that it’s someone he’s slept with in the past, but he’ll address that another time.

“Listen, when I said I was down bad,” Jimin lowers his voice, “I meant I need to get laid as soon as possible.”

“Damn, what happened in Paris? Who hurt you?” you frown as you take a big sip of coffee.

“I’ll spill the tea later,” he sighs. Looks like it’s still a touchy subject.

To lift the other boy’s spirit a little, Jungkook pulls up an Instagram page filled with a ton of colorful floral tattoos. If you scroll down enough, you might even find a few pics of his tattoos there too.

“She’s a tattoo artist.” He rolls up his sleeve and points out a few floral pieces that match the style from the Instagram page. “She doesn���t really post pics of herself, but she probably has more tattoos and piercings than me.”

“And she’s hot,” you add in even though that’s already been established.

“I’ll ask if she’s free.” Jungkook pulls up her contact info and shoots her a message. She responds right away.

Jungkook🐍 [11:39AM] “Do you have time for a walk-in today?”

Jungkook🐍 [11:39AM] “I know a guy who’s interested in you”

???🌼 [11:40AM] “😳”

Jungkook🐍 [11:40AM] “interested in your tattoos**”

???🌼 [11:40AM] “😔”

???🌼 [11:41AM] “todays been slow pls send him my way thx”

???🌼 [11:41AM] “tell him he gets a discount if hes cute”

???🌼 [11:41AM] “IM KIDDING PLS DONT TELL HIM THAT ILL GET CANCELED”

“Yeah she’s free right now,” Jungkook says, trying to keep a straight face. “I’ll give you the address to her studio.”

“Ooh, perfect,” you squeak at Jimin who still doesn’t look completely sold on the whole thing. “You can scout it out as soon as we’re done here.”

“Wait, are you sure it’s okay? I know I said I needed this asap, but I’m mostly here to visit you,” he says.

“Well, now that you’re back from overseas, we can hang out anytime. I’m not going anywhere,” you assure him, downing the rest of your coffee. You’re such a good friend. “And besides, it could be life-changing sex waiting for you at the tattoo shop.”

Jimin nods at your encouragement. “Alright, you’ve convinced me. I’ll go.”

“Good.” You slide your ass right over Jungkook’s lap to get out of the booth. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t lean into it a little. “Be right back. I drank too much liquid.”

With you off to the bathroom, Jungkook sits alone across from the other boy. It always gets awkward when the mutual friend disappears. What are they supposed to talk about now that you’re gone?

“So… are you two, like, dating…?” Jimin wastes no time in addressing the elephant in the room. “Y/N always avoids the question whenever I ask.”

“What makes you ask?” The question is mostly to stall time until you get back, but Jungkook is also curious to know what you’ve said about him.

“The way she talks about you makes it seem like you guys are married,” he chuckles. Wow, he has a charming eye smile too. Jungkook would’ve been threatened by that level of charm, but he seems to have already let go of that feeling. “She told me you’re raising a kitten together and that you’re always scolding or spoiling it like a true dilf—her words, not mine. She won’t shut up about how you’ll make a good dad one day.”

At least he knows where the dilf propaganda comes from now. He’ll admit it’s a lot more wholesome than he thought. You really do just gush about him to your best friend. Maybe you feel the same way he does when it comes to this unestablished relationship between you and him. 

Maybe you also want something more.

When you return, you finish up your food, split the bill, and send Jimin on his way to the tattoo studio. Hopefully, it goes well for him. Not because Jungkook is worried the other boy might turn around and try something funny on you, but because he wants any friend of yours to experience the same type of feelings he feels when he’s with you. Damn. He wasn’t expecting to get all gushy this weekend, but he’s not going to fight it either.

“What’d you guys talk about while I was in the bathroom?” you ask on the way back to the car.

“Not much,” Jungkook shrugs. “Just about you calling me a dilf.”

“Oh no, I feel so exposed,” you whine in your favorite sarcastic tone. Then you turn to him and bat your lashes. Brat. “Am I wrong, though?”

a/n: okay i dont normally put notes like this at the end of my fics, but im gonna tease a potential jimin spinoff💖 lmk what you guys think!

⛓️pairing: model!jimin x tattooartist!reader

⛓️genre: smut, fluff, fwb2l, possible angst (??)

⛓️summary: After breaking up with your on-and-off boyfriend for hopefully the last time, an old fling sends his handsome model friend to your tattoo studio. And apparently, he’s as done with love as you are.

⛓️warnings: jimin & oc are both heartbroken and starved for sex (as you might have noticed from this drabble lol), oc is an actual baddie with tattoos everywhere and a belly piercing, there will be a lot more warnings if i decide to go through with this!

[factual-fantasy]

23 ASKS! THANK YOU! :DD 🐟

@timestorm04

1: Captain Barnacles! :DD

2: One of the reasons why I redrew them suddenly was because I was thinking of re-writing my Octonauts Sea dwellers AU :0 But I'm going back on that now tbh.. :///

They didn't figure it out and they did end up booking it. I mean,, can you really blame them?

We know Papyrus, and all of us would absolutely give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he was innocent. But Seam and Jevil don't know the Papyrus we know.

All Seam sees is an absolute mountain of bodies and an state of utter decay all around him.. with suspiciously the last man standing being a very clearly mentally unstable skeleton.. would you assume he was innocent?

Add onto that all the stress Seam was under, how unstable he was as well. Seam couldn't see the situation any other way and he was not taking any chances.

AAA THANK YOU!! IM SO GLAD TO HEAR THAT YOU LIKE THEM!! :DDDD

@foxythefox711

I don't watch Adventure time currently and I don't know all the nitty gritty of the shows lore.. but my favorite characters from what I've seen is Simon! With Jake as a close second. :} Also Prismo is 3rd I think-

f...fank youu!!

(Also the protons joke got a laugh outa me XDD )

:DD Thank you so much! I'm glad you like how I draw them!! :}}

@couchwow

oh ok

Wait are the characters from the game actually baked in an oven to be "born"?? I didn't know that--

@taizarack

:DD I'm glad you like them! And although I don't have either game, I hope to learn a little more about the games lore :0

@chickenheadguy (Link in question)

Oh! Thank you! Lemme just take a look an--

170 VIDEOS??

GORL THEY WEREN'T LYING THOSE COOKIES GOT LORE-

(Also thank you for the compliments and the link! :DD )

@luna-purple454

NO HE DOESN'T GET KILLED-- Seam and Jevil just jump to another AU as soon as Jevil had the strength to. Leaving Papyrus behind in the process..

(Also thank you!! :DD )

@torriderrelic44

I don't have any plans to draw any art like that, no.. sorry! <:/

YES. YES IT DOES. But its not the people who go "ohmygosh I LOVE this (AU/thing) you made! Its wonderful! Do you have any plans to continue it someday.? If not that's ok! Just wondering!" Those guys are fine and I take it as a compliment actually!

Its the people who say things like "When are you gonna finish this" "Why did you stop drawing this" "How long until you draw this again" "I don't like what you're drawing, now go back to this it was better" comments like THOSE, suck. And its always about the same comics/subjects that I stopped drawing months ago. Looking at you Octonauts crab comic

As for my AUs, its not too hard for me to remember all of them. I never have more than 5-6 per fandom. I can usually list them off by memory! :0

Tbh the animatronics would probably just register that as a mess/hazard and would notify an employee about the issue. In which the employee would dispatch a mop bot to go clean it up. I imagine it unfortunately happens often enough that the bots aren't really fazed. Kids amirite-

I have drawn her at least twice from recent memory! Once in this horror post, and she makes an appearance in part 1 of my FNAF AU recap/repair! :00

The reason why I rarely draw her is becuase of the plans I have for her in my AU. She is meant to be very mysterious and I want the changes I made to her in my re-write to be a surprise-

Also thank you! I'm glad you like my cookie run creatures! :}}}

WAAAA THAK YOU SO MUCH!!!😭😭💖😭

I'm not sure actually.. idk if the characters from the games are aware that they are "cookies" in the sense that they are meant to be eaten- So I'm not sure how my characters would react either-

Its related to the names of the drivers, I cant share anything else! :x

@mumble-jumble-gallery (Post in question)

Magic candy..? Huh- well I'm glad it isn't world shattering at least-- <XDD

@ravenslog

THANK YIU!! :DDD

:DD Thank you so much! I'll be sure to draw them again sometime XD

@beryl-shade

Sorry for the late reply! This ask got buried-

If you look to this post for reference, I was thinking that Fredbear would be as tall as Bonnie. Maybe a little taller.? And Spring Bonnie would be about as tall as Foxy :00

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

I had the greatest request idea ever

Okay so here me out

Octavinelle (all three together) end up stuck in their s/o's world. They can still do magic, but they just stick with them and do what they do.

Now, s/o's school has no dorms... so the trio are technically homeless. Not to worry, s/o will house them! ...They'll just have to hide the two super tall and one super greedy boys the brought home. Good thing Azul has an invisibility spell!

They'd definitely follow s/o around at school and mess with smh...

I'm rambling, sorry, but yeah that's my request creative liberties have fun you can ignore this if you want.

-Quinn

The OctoTrio In Yuu's Apocolypse!World

I am going extra; Yuu is from an apocalypse and lives in a fallout/nuclear bunker colony. Let's give these mfers a real fright in time for Halloween. Also, there are unnamed NPCs Yuu interacts with aside from one random Disney character I added, hehehe. If you want me to redo those and see the trio actually react a bit more lightheartedly to apocalypse life, lemme know. I'm kinda not proud of this at all.

Per usual. Yuu is Gn and kinda traumatized to add flavor. POV switching from 2nd (you/your) to 3rd (Yuu/They). Yuu and the Trio are kind of frenemies. Possible typos

No… No. No no no no no no no nO NO NO NO NO. You're back here again. That stupid fucking tanuki—! You glare at the memory. A simple lab gone wrong. 

****

What was supposed to be a heartwarming personal project had turned quickly into a nightmare. Grim had not only knocked over all the electronics you were using, but he also ended up spilling every single ingredient and chemical you had near you into one toxic stew. To make matters worse, it appeared that he had gotten into some sort of trouble, judging by how all three Octotrio members were assailing him.

At least it couldn’t get any worse…. It got worse.

The electronics and the chemicals reacted exactly opposite to what you wanted. Instead of bringing something to you, you were now being sucked in. To add insult to injury, the bastard that caused this didn’t even get sucked. Instead, the three other bastards that you wish would have been literally anyone else were falling with you… 

The feeling of atoms splitting and reassembling yourself wasn’t as nauseous as last time. You were sure by the sound of the trio that they would disagree… It was going to be one rough landing…

****

Just what happened here… Why was the air so harsh to breathe in? Azul felt as though something was assaulting and scratching at his throat with each breath in. He let out a few coughs, not noticing how Yuu cringed at the sound. Jade’s eyes felt as though they were burning, another wave of nausea washed over him, but it was a different feeling from before. This nausea wasn’t because of movement. He felt sick like something was wrong… Perhaps it was a mix of fear and stress? He hoped so.

“Yuu. Where are we?” Azul’s voice took on a very forced calm as he clenched his hands into fists, trying not to shake as he looked up at the dark smog-filled sky. Jade and Azul stared at Yuu as they closed their eyes pensively. “This place… Is what remains of my home. That is all you need to know.” Yuu’s voice shook slightly. They turned around and snagged the trios' hats on the ground, muttering something about scent trails.

Jade looks around, trying to figure out just what kind of situation he’s in. His and his family's safety was the most important thing right now. The mer swallowed a lump in his dry throat, looking out at a wasteland. Green grassy fields were charred black. Distant mountains looked altered and unnatural, as if they’d been destroyed. Ruins of old ghost towns ransacked RV homes, and leveled cities can be seen from the weird hill they were on, acting as the only landmark. 

Fear started to build within Jade with the unfamiliarity and eeriness of it all. It felt too calm, too quiet. Something was wrong here… Floyd glanced over at his brother as if sensing his discomfort. “According to my scanner, lead, and radiation levels here are low. It's safe to travel without masks or suits… Perfect.” Yuu smiled. Is this why shrimpy always had that weird mask on? Floyd thought as he eyed the gas mask in their arm.

Soon, Floyd spoke up.

“Ne ne, shrimpy? So like, when can we get out of here?”

 “Yes, I have a similar question. How are we going to get home?” 

“I have a good guess. I'll go to the same place I did last time when I fell into your world?” Azul listed a brow. “Which is…?” Yuu shoved the trio's hats into the bulky backpack they wore. “Going to the happiest place on earth, as they call it,” Yuu spoke, completely serious. “And if it doesn’t work… I'll help you adjust to your new magicless life here.”

“Ehh! I don't want to stay here! This place is a dump!” “I know, Floyd.” “There’s nothing to do!” “I know, Floyd.”

Jade suddenly butted in from where he stood. “Actually, that… project, for lack of a better term, was the reason we’re here, yes?” “That’s right, why would you want to come back to… This…” Azul interjected,

 “You guys ruining it is what brought us here. I wasn't trying to go back; I was trying to bring…” Yuu stopped themselves, “Ugh, never mind. Look, I have one thing to do today before we leave… hopefully.” “You can't be serious!” Azul snapped. 

Yuu practically snarled, “Um, I AM serious. So suck it up before I leave you out here to die. You were all responsible for getting us into this mess. You have no right to complain!” Yuu glared at them before walking over to what looked to be a small campsite. Among it was a small bunker that was heavily locked up. Yuu went behind it for a moment before emerging again.

They wheeled out a sleek motorcycle built for speed. A small sidecar was attached to it. The inside looked personalized with stickers and marker scribbles. There was even a tiny helmet fit for a child. Stickers covered the helm as well. Yuu snagged the helmet and shoved it into a side compartment of their bike. “Get in, you three.” The survivor spoke while adjusting their mask onto their face. “We’re going to the bunker town.”

****

Azul sat in the sidecar, hugging his knees as the twins pressed themselves flat against you. Floyd was standing while holding onto Jade, looking out into the horizon as you sped along. The ride acted as an excellent distraction for Floyd, making him forget about the dangers this world poses. He would barely even notice the gunfire happening in the distance as you sped up past it, approaching a town in the distance.

Despite this, everything felt… wrong. The air hurt his lungs. The sky is bleak; the world is silent. Occasionally they drove by a pile of something awful that was rotting. “Those things were once human,” Yuu would say. He couldn’t help but wonder how. The shrimpy’s behavior in NRC made sense to him now. How they always wore a mask, stocked up on food, and even set traps around their home. Floyd grumbles in the memory of hanging from the ceiling from when he first entered Ramshackle.

As the adrenaline from the joyride wore off, a strange sense of dread hung in the air as they approached the town, the ocean next to it looked… gross.

****

Soon they pulled up to what appeared to be a community of bunkers. The sign to the town was run down and worn. Despite the appearance of rusty bunkers, each one had their own colors and personality. Many shops and street markets were everywhere as traders sold their goods. Children played on the grass with their decorated gas masks. Dogs, birds, and cats wandered the area. For such a dead place, the community was alive. The ocean washed up mountains upon mountains of plastic and crates that people sifted through. No wonder Yuu was so worried about microplastics….

Yuu’s speed slowed as they came to a halt amongst the people walking about. A few turned their head at the sigh of Yuu, the ones that were unmasked looked as though they saw a ghost. Yuu propped their bike up against the small bunker of another shopkeeper. Her window was propped open as the prices of various cuts of meat were advertised from within. Azul slid out of the sidecar as the other jumped off, drawing the attention of the old butcher from within.

“Yuu? Is that you? Geez, kid, we thought you died out there!” “I don’t die easy… Still, it's good to see you… And it seems business is good as well” The old woman’s eyes crinkle as she used her knife to gesture behind you. “And they are?” Yuu pauses for a moment, “Partners.” 

“Ne ne~ Little Shrimpy is so serious today, yeesh. So now, all of a sudden, you can talk?” The people around the bunker stared in shock, a few muttering. Floyd could hear the whispers of ‘did they seriously say that to them?!’ ‘Yuu is gonna kill him' and so on. So much annoying noise in his eyes.

“What? Why’re staring at me for?!” One customer looked between the masked eel, then the hooded human, once, then twice. Yuu waved their hand down a few times, and the crowd hesitantly obeyed, looking away and continuing about their day. “My, you’re well known around here…” Jade jokes, eliciting an eye roll from Yuu, who takes off their customized mask. The human turns to the woman in the bunker.

“I’m going to leave my bike here, miss… I have matters to attend to…” The young human scowled before sighing. “Hmm, aren’t you afraid someone would take it?” Jade asks quizzically. “No one would have the balls. I’m well known around here…” Yuu started to walk off just for Azul to sputter. “Wh-Wha- Where are you going?!” “To do something.”

“You can’t just leave us alone! We’re not from here!” 

“Now you know how I felt.” 

“Yuu!”

****

The trio follows Yuu into a large and seemingly run-down building. The rusty door on the outside had “MEDBAY” sprayed onto it. Opening the heavy door, Azul was pleased to see that the inside of the building was much cleaner than the outside suggested.

It looked just like a genuine medical building, all modernized with the best equipment. It was air-conditioned and freshly cleaned. Kids' drawings and posters decorated the walls. A few run-down couches and chairs made up humble waiting areas in front of the main ‘desk’ of the room, which consisted of a long table. Yuu went up to it and started talking to the person going through piles of paperwork. The person froze and stuttered at the sight of Yuu.

Azul began to zone out, uninterested in their interaction. He allowed his eyes to wander. The twins noticed and followed Azul. There was a small board listing all of the people that donated to the construction of the medical bay. Azul strutted over to it for a second, noting just how much Yuu appeared on there. Thank you for donating an x-ray machine. We thank Yuu for their most recent adventure, bringing back 15 medical kits and a brand new microscope. Azuls eyes scanned quickly, Yuu brought over medical equipment of all kinds. 

Even the kid’s drawing had drawings of Yuu as well. “Ehe seems like Shrimpy is pretty popular around here~ Wonder why. All the kids love them, though!” Jade chuckles, “These drawings are unique, to say the least.” He snickers at a few that depict Yuu in a very unflattering way. Azul also smirks but starts to think, is this why they came back here?

****

Yuu trailblazed down the hallway of the building like a damned bat out of hell. Azul sputtered to catch up with them as Floyd ran right behind Yuu, enjoying this fun ‘game’ they’re playing. Their frame suddenly stops in front of a well-decorated and glittery door covered in cute drawings of candy, among other things. Yuu’s hand hesitantly reached for the doorknob.

“Caught you, Shrimpy!” Floyd exclaims, holding onto the survivor. They smacked into the door, and Yuu pushed off Floyd. “What the actual fuck is wrong with you!” They hissed. “Yeesh, calm down, Shrimpy! Your such a downer~” Azul watched nervously between the pair as sparks flew. Jade was getting ready to intervene. 

“Yuu? Is that you? Are you here?” A small voice sounded from within the room. The anger from Yuu’s stance disappeared, and a hopeful glint returned to their eyes. The door opened to reveal a young girl. 

She was absolutely tiny, smaller than most children. Her large amber lies looked up at Yuu with admiration and shock. Her black hair was slicked back into a ponytail held up by a ribbon decorated with little candy charms along her hair. She wore a green hoodie embroidered with small candies along with old rips. A tiny skirt peaked out from underneath, practically engulfed by her hoodie. She stepped back and opened the door more as she stood there, holding onto her green leggings before sticking them in her hoodie.

The girl and Yuu stared at each other for a moment. “Vanellope, I—“ “You idiot!” The girl yelled and charged into Yuu. Azul watched as the girl sobbed into Yuu's legs before Yuu scooped them up into a hug. “Where were you? I was so worried. I-I was— was— afraid something happened!” She choked between sobs, “To you! Everyone said you were gone!” For the first time the trio had seen, Yuu shed a tear. 

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…” “You better explain everything!” Vanellope pushed away from Yuu and pouted before glancing over at the trio behind her. “Who are they?” Yuu paused briefly and looked back at Jade, Floyd, and Azul. “… Friends…”

“Oh? Are they your best friends?” Vanellope asked, smirking. “Well, are we?” Jade asked with a smug smirk that Floyd and Azul also shared. “Yes. We are.” The girl in Yuu’s arms starts laughing. “You're so full of it! Haha! It's so obvious!” Yuu sighs as they set Vanellope down and enter her room.

****

The room was small, but homey. There was a small desk with some coloring crayons and a few toy cars on the desk and floor. A few candy streamers hung from the wall, and a few posters hung up on the wall. Trinkets, toys, plushies, and books were sprawled about. Everything was candy themed in the child’s room. 

In the corner near the window, however, was a hospital bed, a small table with paperwork piled on it. Floyd noticed how stiff Yuu became as they stared at the corner and looked over at Jade. Usually, Floyd could tell how his brother felt, but his expression was unreadable even to him.

“Soooo….” Vanellope trails off, pulling some small stools and chairs to her bed that she sits on, candy corn plush in her lap. She beamed excitedly with her childish innocence. “Tell me everything!” 

Yuu chucked and set their bag down, sifting through it. Azul peaked over to notice them pulling out trinkets of all sorts. Among them were a few shells he recognized from the Coral Sea, along with a plush they got from the museum souvenir shop. A few more trinkets popped out, and Azul realized that Yuu had been collecting things their entire time while in NRC.

****

“And then that's when Riddle yelled ‘off with your head!’ Super loudly, and you won't believe what happens next!” Jade nearly snorted at the exaggeration as he listened to Yuu’s very watered-down, kiddie-friendly story of some of their times in college. It did work; Vanellope was on the edge of her seat with anticipation. Azul had never seen Yuu this expressive or soft for anyone. It was a very new side to them that he would be sure to make a note of.

Floyd watched on at the kids babbling, her legs swinging as she gripped the new eel plush in her lap. He smirked and joined in on the storytelling, making sounds with his mouth to replicate what happened and even acting some parts out, much to Vanellope's delight. Jade let a quiet chuckle and glanced over at Azul, who was watching the domestic scene unfold. A frown crossed his face.

“Oya? What’s wrong, Azul? Homesick?” Azul looked over at Jade for a moment before leaning in and whispering. “Oh shush, you are too but besides that. Aren’t we in a hospital?” Jade nods for a moment before his eyes widen a bit in realization. “You think this girl, Vanel—“

“Oh, oh! What about this one? Where did you get this one from?” Vanellope asks, holding up the plush eel Yuu pulled out from earlier. Yuu chuckled, “Oh, that comes from the Coral Sea, a dangerous place deep underground!” “Oh, oh, tell me more!” “Actually, I was thinking Azul should, you see, he grew up living in the deep sea!” 

Yuu nudged Azul cheekily, “Right, Azul? I’m sure you can tell her some amazing stories…” Azul narrowed his eyes for a moment before clearing his throat. “Of course, let me think…” Floyd suddenly pulled Vanellope onto his shoulders. “Oh, I know one! Me and my brother here one time fought a huge sturgeon for his scales! C’mon, Jade, you remember!” Jade hummed before nodding his head. “Yes, yes, I remember it going a little like this….”

****

As stories dragged on, the group found themselves playing with the girl as well. Floyd manhandled and let the little menace crawl and climb all over him like a jungle gym and showing off his height by holding her to the ceiling. Azul even found himself playing dolls with the girl, and Jade would often help her build strange racetracks for her toy cars. As time went on, the girl became more mellow with drowsiness.

Yuu’s happy expression dropped to a more somber one. “Well, that was all that happened when I was gone; how have you been holding up since? I’m sorry I wasn’t here to provide for you…” Vanellope’s happy grin dropped as she sat herself on her bed, kicking her feet again. Yuu’s expression dropped further. “How is your condition, gumdrop?”

Vanellope's energetic self from minutes earlier was gone, and her eyes watered. “They say that I’m not going to make it, Yuu. My condition is worsening every day… I heard a nurse say…” Her voice trailed off as she started to sob, “That I’m dying very soon."

Vanelllope shook and wiped away her tears, trying her absolute best to be a big girl. Yuu held back their grief and held onto their little sister, squeezing her tight. Silent sobs echoed throughout the room. Azul looked away awkwardly, feeling as if he was intruding on something. Floyd’s cheery attitude dropped as well, and even Jade was sympathetic. 

****

“I need to find her; I need to go back!” Jade pressed his back against the wall outside the headmaster's room as he eavesdropped. “What do you mean that I can't go back?! I need to go back! I have someone waiting for me! I need to take care of her!” 

Jade smirked as the drama unfolded from behind the door. “Please, Crowley! It’s been a month! Surely you found something! I love her!” How poor and unfortunate and utterly juicy. He strutted off, ready to inform Azul about a possible contract.

****

“Fuck you, Azul.”

“Pardon?”

“I said: Fuck. You. Asshole.”

Azul can feel Yuu glaring at him through their mask. Yuu snagged the contract out of his hand and ripped it. “What the fuck s wrong with you, Ashengrotto?!” Azul felt a cold sweat coming on. “You send one of your weird lackeys to spy on me and are trying to get me some ‘other girl’ ?!” 

Azul held up his hands. “You’ve got it all wrong,” Azul speaks calmly, “We simply heard that you were lonely, and believe me when I say that I can help you find love or a new girlfriend if you—“ “Girlfriend? GIRLFRIEND?!”

It was a good thing Floyd was there to drag Yuu away from lunging at Azul. A paralysis spell had to be cast on them, and even then, they could still fight against it due to the amount of rage coursing through their body. Floyd laughed at their struggle before throwing them out of the dorm. 

Ever since then, Yuu has hated the trio. When it came time to try and stop Azul’s contracts, by Crowley's demand, it became much more awkward. Yuu was practically ready to rip Azul apart the minute he opened his mouth.

That’s not even mentioning the fights they got into with Floyd that ended up messing up the cafeteria. The memory swirled in Azul's head, and he felt a newfound disgust at his actions.

****

“… I’m breaking you out of here, gumdrop.” Yuu states. The girl looks up with wide eyes. “Grab your stuff and shove it in my bag. We’re going.” The girl smiled and ran to grab all of her things, shoving cars, toys, and plushies of all kinds into Yuu's bag. Whatever they couldn’t fit, Jade happily held onto. Floyd held onto the girl as the Yuu, Jade, and Azul crowded around him and speed-walked about of vicinity before any nurses could stop them.

****

Vanelope happily sat in front of Yuu as they sped alongside the polluted beach until they were far away from town. Only then did Yuu stop, and everyone got off once more. “There. We’re away from everyone and close to getting these guys home.” Yuu put their hands on their hips and nodded.

Vanellope took off her petite and decorated helmet and looked out at the sea. “‘Zul, Floyd, didn’t you say the ocean where you’re from is clear? Not all full of plastic and stuff?” The child walked along the shore, kicking at trash that washed up. Azul looked out, disgusted with everything he saw in what would be his home. Now he understood why Yuu wanted to check any lead or plastic levels in all their food before eating. “Yes, definitely better than this.”

“Lucky. I always wondered what the ocean would be like. If you try and swim in here, you’ll get sick or poked with something sharp.” The kid poked at the sand, drawing shapes along it. “I always wanted to go out and explore and go super fast on a bike or car, but I got sick… So I had to stay inside…” Yuu frowned as they sat near their bike, allowing their sister to talk to the others.

“They said that there’s some weird stuff with my body, so I can't go outside much; I always hated it! I wanted to explore just like Yuu does and go collect all sorts of things from everywhere! …” Vanellope's voice became hushed so that Yuu couldn’t hear. “Sometimes I wonder why they stick around instead of driving off and find a better place than here…” 

Floyd looked down and squatted down. “Well, your outta that place now. Why can't you go explore?” Vanellope looked up at the mage. “I am very sick, so it can make it worse.” “The doc said your already dyin’, so what gives? May as well go out and explore.”

Jade nods. “That is true. After all, wouldn’t you like to see a real sea before you die?” Vanellope beams, “Yes, yes! There's so much stuff I want to do! I want to go fast, and I want to explore!” The girl rambles on and on and on for a good while, lifting up the mood once again.

“Vanellope.” Yuu interrupts. “I have to take these assholes home.” “Hey, how come you can curse but I can’t” “You’re not old enough to, now listen. I’m gonna take these guys back home, but what sort of adventure would you like to do?”

The child stood up. “Wait, me? Really? I mean, what about you? Don’t you have better stuff to do?” “I always wanted to make you happy, and if it were up to me, I would have taken you with me and driven off years ago, far away from here. The only thing I have regretted was waiting.” Yuu pats the girl's head. “So what’ll it be? You wanna explore the wasteland? Or go see the sea?”

[arckiaym]

"Viking? Mrx. Sizukie made breakfast." "..." "c'mon... It's eggs, you like those?"

"hey buddy," "go away legundo.." "I can't do that bud."

"did you get any sleep?" "...no" "yeah..uh. yeah, me neither."

"you neither?" "Yeah, I didn't realize how much I'd like. Like I started thinking, like, if I went by myself."

"and like, it was fine. I'm more efficient. I'm faster, I don't need to hunt as much. Honestly I might've already made it, probably. I'd definitely get in liss trouble, that's for sure."

"are you trying to make me feel worse??" "Haha, no, hold on."

"what I'm tryina say, is that I'd never-"

"-ever. Want to."

"hey guys? Everything ok in here? Eggs are getting cold."

"oh! Hehe, silly boys.."

"here lemme help. Momma's gotta do everything around here, huh?"

"how y'all aren't cold I'll never know. Hah..hybrids."

Mimirs. Eepy time.

In honor of pig!viking two releasing today I finished this up faster than I intended. The brain rot has me by the THROAT

Ok buckle up I have so much to say, ok

First of all, mrx sizukie, what kind of a name is that? The kind of name when you've been following a neon orange Suzuki down the freeway for like 4 hours. Also I like to imagine that pigs don't have Mr and Mrs but just, everyone uses mx and mrx because I think ? Idk they're not human why would they have human honorifics. I'm not calling ppl who use mx or mrx non human btw, u get what I mean

Second of all, eggs? Yeah, eggs. Baby zombie piglins spawn with chickens sometimes, so. So there ya go, they have chickens, idk man.

Third of all? I let them hug, that's right!! Hug it out you emotionally unavailable pig boys!! Comfort piglin head grab and bonk also both made an appearance, hope ur happy with that. I like to think that whenever piglins go to sleep their body temperature drops so that's why they sleep in piles, and is also why they got a lil blankie :)

Also I didn't talk about the backpack last time but they've got a notebook in there! (It's vikings, it's all his notes on how to be a pig. He's learning the language in there, his handwriting is terrible.)

Also when legs flops on the bed and traps vikings legs? Did anyone else's dad do this when there was a Talk to be had? Just like sit on ur feet so u can't escape? Well mine did so that's what that's about.

I made sure to add a lot of "like" and "yeah" cause if you've ever had a Conversation then u know that those nothing words are EVERYWHERE

But yeah, legs realizes how much he'd miss viking if he wasn't around and is like "aw balls this kid is my brother"

I was drawing the last panel, the shaded one, and I was like, "am I a furry artist?" So, let's all think about that for a sec. I mean like kinda, right?"

Hi @amberstormblade ily /platonic ur writing is my absolute favorite and part two is making my synapses FIRE

[crappymixtape]

all i want for christmas

steve got you what he hopes is the best christmas gift of all time, but he's nervous and afraid of being soft and vulnerable in front of everyone and what if you hate it, but you don't and it's perfect | (  1.5k, fluff, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

A L L I W A N T F O R C H R I S T M A S 🎶 christmas wrapping, the waitresses & 🎶 merry christmas darling, the carpenters

“C’mon, Henderson. You’re crinkling the paper! Christ, lemme do it,” Steve elbowed his way between Dustin and the present he was trying to wrap, shaking his head. “Have you ever wrapped a present before?” Steve gave him a look and Dustin scoffed.

“I’ll have you know I wrap presents every year with my mother and she tells me they’re perfect. Hm? Perfect. Thank you very much,” the younger boy frowned and shoved the box and tape at Steve. “But please, by all means, go right ahead.”

Robin snickered on the other side of the counter and Steve fixed her with a look. “You don’t have any room to talk,” he snipped, refolding the edge Dustin had just done to retape it.

“Is poor little Stevie nervous?”

Dustin snickered.

“You know I hate that,” Steve grumbled, keeping his focus on the task at hand.

“Sure do, and that’s why I love it,” Robin teased, grinning as she stood from her chair and came around to ruffle Dustin’s hair. “Look, Henderson and I got here way earlier than everyone else, to help I might add, and all we’re doing is sitting here watching you anxiety spiral. C’mon, Steve. They’re gonna be here soon.” She folded her arms over her chest and Dustin copied her, both of them staring a hole into Steve as he smoothed the last piece of tape over the wrapping.

Letting out an exasperated sigh he ran his hands through his hair for the fiftieth time that night, making him look more like Doc Brown than Steve “the hair” Harrington, “I know, I know, Jesus. Just gimme a minute, I’m thinking.”

It was the first time you’d all finally had time to actually do Christmas together and he’d offered his house for the party. Which, it did have plenty of space for everyone, and the tree in the living room looked incredible with the vaulted ceilings and glittering lights, but he was beginning to regret it. What if you hated his gift? What if he completely fucked it up? And in front of literally everyone no less.

“Harrington, get out of your head. Let us help,” Robin repeated, grabbing him by the shoulders as she leaned down to catch his eyes, “C’mon.”

“Yeah, she’s gonna totally freak out. It’s perfect, dunno why you’re so stressed out, buddy,” Dustin chimed in, taking the finished gift from the counter and nudging Steve’s arm with it. “I’ll go get it under the tree.”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay,” Steve sighed again and plopped down in the chair at the counter, drumming his fingers nervously on the marble top.

“Steve. Seriously. It’s sweet, she’s gonna love it,” Robin’s voice was softer and warmer after Dustin left the room. Covering his nervous fingers with her hand she gave it a gentle squeeze.

He grumbled at her, but Steve felt himself relax a little at Robin’s reassurance. Glancing up to meet her gaze, usual confidence shaky, his eyes were all big and full of worry, “You really think so?”

Giving him a big smile she shook her head, “Yes dingus, I know so. Now c’mon. We gotta get our shit together. You haven’t even put snacks out yet.”

“Shit. Okay, yeah c’mon,” and he hopped up from the chair feeling a little more confident, starting to bark orders at Robin and Dustin as soon as the younger boy came back from the living room.

Everyone else showed up almost exactly at the same time, the sound of Eddie’s van enough to tip anyone off, and when Steve opened the door it was like he’d broken a sound barrier.

“Harrington! Damn, nice digs, can I park my van here permanently?”

“Is your pool heated?? Just kidding! But seriously, is there a hot tub?”

“Here, Will made me bring– I mean, thanks for hosting, Steve. Merry Christmas.”

“If I don’t get new trucks for my board I swear to god…”

“Yeah, great, so glad you’re all here,” Steve’s face was a half grimace half smile as they all shoved past him into the house, descending on the snacks, hot cocoa, and peppermint schnapps. Nancy and Jonathan were the last to come in and when she saw the state he was in she gave him a small smile.

”They all love you, you know that, right?” she teased as Jonathan went into the kitchen with the others. Pulling Steve into a hug she grinned and gave his shoulder a small shove, “Your house is gonna totally be wrecked.”

“Amazing, incredible, just what I wanted to hear, Nance,” he groaned, but returned the hug anyway.

Holding him out at arm’s length she glanced over her shoulder, “She’s parking, but El hung back to distract her if you need a minute?”

Steve’s brow knitted together as he considered it. Did he need a minute? Your gift was already wrapped and tucked under the tree, just waiting for you to arrive, there was nothing else to be done but have you open it. “Uhh…” he hummed, still in his head about it, “N-no. No that’s alright. I’m ready.”

“Listen, Jonathan said the quality is great, and honestly that doesn’t even matter. If it were me opening it, I’d be a mess,” her tone was soft and kind and when she finally moved past him into the house Steve took in a deep breath and steadied himself.

It was fine. It was great. Everything was going to be totally amazing.

“Lucas! Seriously? Oh my god…seriously?” Max flung her hands around Lucas’ neck as everyone’s jaws dropped. This was the most animated, most emotional anyone had ever seen her as she ripped open a set of neon orange skateboard trucks and hot pink Slammer wheels. She was nearly in tears, but when she realized everyone was looking at her she sucked in a breath and shook her head, “Thanks, stalker.”

“Shit, Sinclair. Nice,” Steve muttered under his breath, ribbing the younger boy with a big grin. Lucas couldn’t wipe the smile off his face and he muttered something about it not being a big deal, but it totally was.

Then, one by one, everyone else went. Mike got Will a new art portfolio and a set of pastels, Jonathan opened a new Canon EOS-1 from Nancy, and Robin, El and Dustin went in together to get Eddie a new Warlock guitar – the other one got completely wrecked in the Upside Down – and he totally cried.

But then it was your turn and Steve’s leg was bouncing up and down and jittering the whole couch, and as Lucas passed it over to you, you felt your heart racing in your chest. “That one’s from Steve,” Dustin said, a huge shit-eating grin on his face, and everyone snickered.

“Shut up, Henderson,” Steve kicked at his foot.

“Thanks, Dustin,” you gave him a smile, but your eyes said quit it and he winked.

All eyes were on you. A flush rose in your cheeks as you slowly opened one side and then the other, but then tore the paper down the middle and Max snickered. I knew she’d rip it, she said to Lucas and you couldn’t help your smile.

The paper fell away and you were left holding a small, square, black book. Your brow furrowed in thought and you turned it over, eyes flicking up to glance at Steve who looked like he was about to pass out. “Open it,” Robin said for him.

Slowly you flipped open the cover and what you saw inside brought immediate tears to your eyes. Fitted in little corner frames were polaroids. Of you. You and Steve. You and the boys. You and Nance and Robin. You floating in the quarry over the summer. Steve drinking a beer by the pool. Eddie and Robin dumping snow on Dustin. Mike and Will asleep on the couch. Max trying to teach Lucas to skate.

Biting in your lower lip you tried to find your voice. “Steve,” came out wobbly, your throat tight as a few tears slipped down your cheek, but the smile on your face told him you were far from sad.

“Told you,” Dustin shoved Steve so hard he almost fell off the arm of the couch and everyone burst into laughter as Nancy quickly enlisted a few people to help make another round of hot cocoa and Robin rounded the rest up by asking all the questions about their new gifts.

You were still sitting on the couch looking through the pictures when you felt the cushion next to you sink, but you knew who it was. “Good? You like it?” his voice was smaller than usual, tentative, but you could hear a tiny smile in there somewhere and you shook your head.

“Are you kidding? This is the best present anyone’s given me…ever,” your voice was still wobbly as you closed the album, setting it carefully next to you before turning fully to face Steve, “I love it.”

He looked at you then like your words were the best present anyone had ever given him and the grin on his face was warm and bright and full like summer and you couldn’t help but grin back. “Yes,” he said, as if he’d just sunk a three-pointer, but then he took your face in his hands, smile softer, eyes all warm honey and caramel in the Christmas lights. “God I love you. Merry Christmas, baby,” and then he kissed you.

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[stingyslegslookweird]

A week or so ago, I made a post about Yukari's letter from episode 42 of Kamen Rider Agito, asking if anyone had turned the stylized English it was written in into a font. From what I could find, no one had.

So I did.

Say hello to Limitless Evolution, my first (and so far only) custom font, based off what's more or less the catalyst for the entire plot of the 2001 tokusatsu, Kamen Rider Agito. It's available in both OTF and SVG formats, and I've included the .txt save file for the website I used to make it, in case you want to mess around with that.

left: the screencap from my original post. right: the first paragraph of the letter, typed up in wordpad using the Limitless Evolution font.

And if you're wondering, here's what it says in readable English:

"In the beginning was Theos. Theos divided the light from the darkness, the day from the night, the firmament from the earth, and the land from the sea. Thus the world was finished."

A list of changes I had to make, for those curious:

The letter never uses the letters J, Q, X, and Z, so I had to come up with my own designs for them.

There are no parentheses, mainly because by the time I got to those characters, I couldn't think of any way to make them look good and consistent with the rest of the font.

Idk where else I can mention this but I realized partway through making this that, because all of the characters use straight lines, the Unknown (or whatever entity is responsible for this "language") likely used to write on wax or stone, since straight lines are much easier to legibly write with on those surfaces. Of course, this means there are absolutely no curves anywhere in this font (at least in the custom characters).

You might notice a few re-uses of specific characters here and there in other characters. Had I not done that, I 100% would've gotten burnt out halfway thru and never finished this.

The numerals are obviously not Arabic. I took inspiration from the weird "gang signs" the Unknown do before they commit murder and made the signs for numbers look like fingers on hands. I imagine their counting system works exactly like Arabic/base-10 counting, just with different symbols.

I replaced the tilde with a "does not equal" sign. The tilde sometimes signifies "is approximately equal to", and I figured the Unknown probably wouldn't vibe with that kinda thing.

I was gonna make the @ sign the Agito symbol but I forgor. 💀

The dollar sign ($) is also custom. It's the symbol for G with a line thru it. The Unknown strike me as a culture that would use Gold, plus it looks kinda like a crystal, which they might also perhaps use.

The ampersand (&) and plus (+) use the same symbol. I figured they mean basically the same thing, so why not, y'know? Also I couldn't come up with a good design for it.

I literally just realized as I'm writing this that the lowercase M is only slightly smaller than the capital M, and the lowercase and capital Ns are the same size. My bad. When/If I make an updated version of this, I'll be sure to fix that.

I used the comma in like six different characters. It's not laziness, it's resourcefulness.

Lastly, the greater than (>) and less than (<) symbols are meant to represent people bowing/praying, since I figured the Unknown would probably see it as whichever number was more "powerful". Kinda like the alligator thing but with fighting instead of eating.

So yeah. If you want, you can download the font by clicking its name earlier in this post, or here if you'd prefer:

Lemme know if there's any improvements or adjustments I should make in the next version that may or may not come out some time in the near or distant future. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk. Hope you enjoy regardless!

Update: In case you missed it, I released an updated version of the font that adds parentheses, brackets, some diacritics, and other fun things. It, along with the original version are both downloadable from the Google Drive link above (hopefully). I’m still planning on updating it again in the future, so if you have any suggestions or issues you’d like to see fixed in the future, lemme know and I’ll see what I can do.

[noodle-slurp]

CONTENT WARNINGS: Nongraphic mentions of fatal, anxiety of digestion, fearplay (?), Soft vore. I am not good with content tags, lemme know if I missed any Anyway have this snippet of a day dream I have been having lately. Will I write the rest? will I add the before half? who knows!I just needed this particular part out of my system - stat. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --Steam begins to rise from the pot, savory and warm. It had been a few weeks since they had eaten anything decent, and they were looking forward to the stew finishing. They wished it’d get done sooner. Their stomach tightened and groaned, pleading with them to just ram the raw ingredients into their mouth like a feral animal - it was a challenge to summon up the will to ignore it. Distraction comes in the form of a sense of being watched. They squint past the flames into the darkness, heart racing in their ears. They tell themselves it’s nothing - that they imagined it, that they’re just being paranoid, but they know there’s things out there in the shadows, monsters hiding just beyound where the light reaches. Ok, maybe Monster(s) as in multiple, was a stretch, but they knew of at least one that prowled these woods, and each night they spent here, was a night they wondered if he’d find them. They weren’t sure how they felt on that prospect - sure, his main diet consisted of humans, but their initial meeting had gone... as well as it could have gone, really. They’d lived, at least. Despite his words upon their last departure, they wondered, if maybe, just maybe, things could go well a second time....It’s not like they had anything else to hope for. They didn’t know where else to go anymore... That itch of being watched becomes the sense of being hunted. Their skin crawls and they fight to steady their breathing as Flight kicks in. They bounce their leg, but don’t move. “Can I finish my soup at least?” they ask, not entirely sure anyone was there at all. There is a rustling - followed by slow, heavy steps that stop beside them. They look up, green eyes catching on the mans legs. They tilt their head until their eyes meet with the giants, fierce and gleaming in the firelight. He frowns down at them, seeming irritated.  “Do you remember what I told you would happen if you came back here?” he asks gruffly. They look away, feeling guilty and disappointed. They knew where this was heading. “That you’d eat me.” “That I’d eat you.” he echoes, eyes narrowing hungrily. He seems equally disappointed. Their insides twist making them feel sick. They stare at the steaming pot of stew, gnawing on those words. They had hoped this would go differently, they didn’t know why they thought that, they just hoped, maybe if they believed it hard enough, it would be so. “Do you have to?” they ask, not hopeful. There’s a scoff from above, he probably rolled his eyes. “Did you have to set camp in these woods? If you didn’t want me to eat you, you shouldn’t have come.” He had a point. They had options, but these woods were familiar to them, home long before he made it his territory. Part of them simply hadn’t wanted to leave. I mean, it was here they found him, a giant, the first sign of there being more in life than they’d known their entire life. A sign that there was magic hidden away - waiting to be found again. They look up as a clawed hand reaches for them. “Wait.” They ask, heart leaping into their throat as they stand and back up a few feet. They know better than to run from a predator - but the urge is hard to fight. “Can I ask for a favor?” “You can ask.” he drawls, fingers brushing past them as they stumble backwards more. “Can’t promise I’ll grant it.” “Can I-” they swallow the panic rising in their throat as he reaches for them again. “Can I at least finish my soup?” “Why bother?” he replies coldly, swiping them into his grasp. Dizziness washes over them as they’re lifted from the ground, feeling weightless and nauseous.  “I don’t want to die hungry.” they plead, looking up into those gleaming eyes. They reminded them of a cats, bright and menacing . “And I don’t want to wait.” he responds bluntly. “Cmon.” they plead with a nervous smile. “I’d be more filling....Like a ...a stuffed chicken. Probably taste better, too...” They look away, unable to hold his gaze as they speak. They sense bile creeping up their throat. They aren’t sure they could eat even if they tried at this point. he makes a humming noise, as if thinking, though, they know he already has an answer. “Can you...at least make it quick?” they ask before he can reply, giving up their initial request. “I’ll think about it.” he huffs before dragging his tongue across their face. They brace their feet against the giants collar bone, trying to push away from his mouth.  “please.” they whine, much to their own shame. He merely huffs hot, amused breath into their face before pulling them past jagged fangs and towards his throat. They squirm against his tongue attempting to squiggle back the way they came- they go still as his fangs settle heavily on their shoulders and spine. They wordlessly pray to any god that will listen that he will simply keep pressing down until they snap in half. Unfortunately, the pressure eases, releasing them just so his tongue can press them into his pallet, squeezing the air from their lungs and leaving their hands scrabbling against the slick muscle in any attempt to find a better position. There’s a deafening rumble around them, gravity shifting and pulling them into a pocket of air that they inhale eagerly - and immediately choke on. They open their eyes to see only darkness before them. There’s another rumble - and they are slipping down his throat as he tilts his head back to swallow again. It’s an uncomfortable and suffocating descent. There is a thrumming in their ears, a pulsing in their body, it takes them a moment to realize it’s a mixture of their own blood racing through them, and the beating of the giants heart around them. They’re almost grateful when they’re pushed into his stomach. They cough and wheeze as they take deep lungfuls of the rancid air. Each breath burns with scalding heat all the way down.Their head spins, a constant feeling of falling weighing on them as they pulled themselves into a more comfortable position. Well, as comfortable as being in a cramped gut could be, they barely had the space to move. There is a pressure above them, one that moves down their head and over their shoulders - the giant rubbing his stomach. They hear him catching his breath, and the stomach tightens around them as he settles himself into a sit, before relaxing as he leans back with a content grunt.  They feel sick with dread, fearful of the pain of dying that is soon to kick in any moment. They wonder, grimly, how long it will take - how long they’ll be conscious for it....They find some relief in the void tugging at their mind, consciousness quickly slipping away as the organ squeezed and groaned around them. It isn’t long before the darkness becomes soft and weightless, feathery light and peaceful, dragging them down into slumber. ---- The giant keeps a heavy hand over his full belly, content with the fullness his prey had given him, but somehow...dissatisfied still. He presses his back into the tree and looks over the small camp, now that he bothered to look, it was set up strangely, as if they had planned to stay here longer than a few days. Blankets and books spilled out of the tent and various trinkets sat on rocks and logs they had set up as stands around the fire. He sniffs and furrows his brows - they’d been out here for at least a month. How they’d gone unnoticed so long was beyond him. Perhaps...it was because this was the first night they had chosen to cook something? It had definitely been the smell of the stew that brought him here...But in that case, what had they been eating all this time? He huffs, annoyed with himself. Why did it matter to him? He could feel the human shift in his guts and go still.Disappointing, and yet, somehow a relief. He was certain they had passed out. Why did he care? He tips his head back to gaze at the stars, troubled and annoyed with himself. Was he really considering this? Humans were food - plain and simple.... Even ones that been weird and helped him when he had gotten injured - and especially the ones that asked too many questions. What if he had been right? What if this one was just pretending to be nice to get something from him? What if they were using him? What if - what if...they were just that foolish...? He frowns at himself and he is drawn out of his thoughts by a loud grumble from his middle, his stomach preparing itself to begin digestion. He ponders the bump, something he hadn’t really bothered to do before. He wonders what it must be like in there - and he wonders how fast it all happens - he’s never bothered to find out - as he usually sleeps after a hunt. He wonders if it will be unpleasant for them - if they’ll wake during it....he tries to imagine what it’d be like to see inside himself and watch it all happen....and he realizes the feeling eating away at him...is guilt. He runs a hand down his face and lets out a frustrated grunt. he looks back up to the stars. “just this once” he says to them before pulling himself forward onto his knees  “Just this one...” He places his hands carefully, to avoid damaging anything in the camp, and tightens his core. It feels wrong - foreign, and he swallows them back down the first try he makes. It’s surprisingly difficult to bring the prey back up, his body telling him not to, even when he very much wants to - needs to, but eventually, they are deposited on the ground in front of him, soaking wet and miserable, but alive and unharmed. He worries for a moment, that they might have suffocated in there, that they had passed away already, but a ragged wheeze leaves their lungs before they choke and begin to cough. They look almost funny like this, gasping and inhaling air like a fish out of water. He notes the lightness in his chest, and despite his shame, he finds relief in their well-being. They struggle to their hands and knees, coughing and wheezing until they finally catch their breath - and then, with a confused groan, they pass out once more. The giant huffs and rolls his eyes. Humans were such fragile creatures. He decides to stay with them until the morning, ensuring nothing else comes to grab them while they slept.

[abyislan08]

Traversing Teyvat

Chapter 2: Ridicule, Reality and Retribution

Synopsis: First day in Mondstadt. Your in game senses start to kick in.

Authors note: I wanted to cover the mechanics in the world and also plan out how the reader might have skills and stuff. Will type out a post for explanations for the world mechanic of this SAGAU and also highlight loopholes and stuff. Wrote this impulsively at 1am. Hope you enjoy it. Feel free to ask and clarify any doubts regarding the readers skills.

Warnings: Slight cussing, slight spoilers for Diluc and Kaeya lore, I dont know what else I should warn about. Lemme know in the comments or asks.

<Prologue/1/2>

Masterlist

The sun rises pretty quickly in Mondstadt. Maybe it’s because of the good air quality and the constant movement of clouds.Maybe it's because of the fact that the sky is actually not real, like how a certain someone mentioned in the game. We can never be too sure. But one thing was sure. It was a pain in the a**.

After a wonderful meal in Good Hunter Last night, you were shown into a corridor behind the door, which was behind the front desk. Yes, the front desk, which glitches now and then. The corridor was musky and cosy. It had a row of six doors on each side, and you were given the one closest to the windows. Your room consisted of an extremely cosy bed, a study desk, and a chest of drawers to keep your stuff... If you had any in the first place. Thanking Katheryne, who had led you to your room, you turned to the bed and crashed. If you had known that such a wonderful place was being rented out for free in your home country, you would have thrown away your godforsaken apartment eons ago. You slept a dreamless sleep. only to be woken up by the sun. At 5 in the morning

You woke up and headed to the bathroom, which was, surprisingly, really modern and convenient, while you were expecting a mediaeval stone toilet or something worse. Freshened with the help of the decent toiletries provided, you changed into the clothes provided in the adventurer’s care package which Katheryne provided the day before. It was exactly your size and after wearing the attire, you looked into the mirror. The shirt was the same as what Dr. Livingstone wore, but it was full sleeved. The pants and rest of the attire were similar to a KoF uniform. You even got a hood, which was straight up snatched from the treasure hoarders.

"They even provided gloves..wow," you said, as you took a closer look at the list which was enclosed in the package. Though none of the items matched, you were satisfied with any clothing that was given as long as it was not soggy PJ’s.

The floating screen popped up again. The clothing option was pulsating. You tapped it and it showed a line of messages similar to the ones that appear when you collect boss drops.

Obtained dandelion casual top x1

Obtained hoarding cloak x1

Obtained sprinting knight armour x1

Obtained black dandelion pants x1

Obtained gloves x2

You clicked on the dandelion top. It expanded the inventory. "This is highly unnecessary. What are we in? A Ramp walk? " Scoffing, you scrolled down the long description only to be taken aback by the stats it showed at the bottom.

‘A simple top that allows blending with the locals of Mondstadt. It has a chance of camouflage for 30 minutes, which avoids recognition within the region of Mondstadt. Has an internal cool down of 15 minutes. Adds more efficiency to e skill.’

" E skill, I don’t have an e skill. I am not the traveller nor do I have a vision, "you muttered.

You took a good look at the surroundings to check whether you missed a skill button. There weren’t any. After a good half an hour of reading through the description, you were now confident that you might survive the wilds of Monstadt or were hoping to survive.

Quickly flinging the care package into the chest, you locked up your room and met with Katheryne at the front desk.

"Good morning, Katheryne. Got any commissions for me? " You greeted her.

"Ad Astra Abyssosque,Yes indeed. There is a Cryo lawchurl in the area near the base of Dragonspine. It looks like you are suited for it. Shall I write you up? " She smiled without breaking eye contact.

" what now?"

"A Cryo lawchurl."

"Is the reward any good?"

"This is just an act of social service. There will be no reward."She replied.

After a moment of silence as you stood stunned at the ridiculous first time commission you received, she had the audacity to giggle.

" I am merely pulling your leg. Those are S-rated and will be handled by vision holders. Did you really think that I would request you to do such a ridiculous commission? " She hid her mouth as she chuckled.

Well yes. This is the damned city that asked the traveller to fight a dragon on the first day.

" Sara of the Good Hunter wants you to deliver a parcel to a certain individual in Springvale. You may collect the item from her. If you require a map I will hand you one. She requested you, especially as she had taken an interest in you after you complimented her sweet Madames in a way never done before." She smiled.

Memories come flooding in of your meal the previous night. You cried as you cut through the sweet Madame and thanked her with every mouthful. Not your fond memory.

Shuddering, you rejected for the map offer saying that you prefer asking the locals for direction since you wanted to "explore the area".

You sprinted to Good hunter and without meeting Sara’s eyes exchanged greetings and collected the parcel. She barely tried to conceal her amusement while talking to you.

The Delivery went smoothly though it took some time to reach the place without teleports which you didn’t have access to currently. It was just eight in the morning and you decided to carry out the plan which you had plotted in your mind while walking the entirety of the road to Springvale.

You were almost reaching the bridge to city Gates. You turned left and walked away.

Gazing at the hillichurl camp below , you thought to yourself. This honestly was the most ridiculous plan you had ever made. The most suicidal ridiculous and worst plan ever made by anyone in Genshin. Maybe other than Bennet’s decisions. Bennet seemed reasonable compared to you. Why? Even reckless pallad was just Pallad in front of you.

Sneaking into a Hillichurl camp to loot a Luxurious Chest so that you could pay off the debt you owed to the Adventurer’s guild may not be the best plan in the book but hey, as long as you needn’t have to depend on loans in a game. The pros: Mora and Exp and maybe even a sword. The cons: A minor fracture which might kill you caused by a Mitachurl’s axe.

And so here you are, somewhere near Springvale and the dawn winery, behind the main structure of the hillichurl camp. All it required was a silent leap from the peak to the camp. The knights boots absorbed the damage and silenced the landing to a small thud. Though the boots absorbed all the damage, your knees buckled causing you to land face first on the ground. Graceful. The scratches on your face started twitching. And yes, the thud was your fault not the boots.

Dusting yourself you collected your thoughts. This was a Stupid decision, not as dumb as downloading the game, but the plan was straight forward. You squeeze through the hole, open the loot, empty it into the inventory, squeeze out and go back to the city unnoticed. Ez.

The gap was surprisingly big, you squeezed through and lo! And behold! The shiny chest stood right before you. Things were going unreasonably smooth.

Shiny and probably made of Silver the chest was probably three foot tall. You crouched and tried to lift the latch. Locked. Excellent, now you might have to fight a realistic Mitachurl. You placed your palm on top of the chest. Mind whirring with alternatives, you didn’t notice the message which appeared on the floating screen before you.

OPEN

The screen pulsated. Your eyes widened. All you did was nod. The silver dome unhinged smacking you on your chin, making an ungodly creak, setting off the battle theme.

Your response was delayed for a moment but thanks to your previous experience of slaughtering hillichurls your fight or flight mode kicked in.

The loot was automatically transferred to your inventory and the screen was constantly ringing with notifications. Didn’t exactly help the situation where now you were facing a hillichurl as tall as you holding a rock. It didn’t growl nor did it throw a rock. A message popped up, ‘NPC CAMOUFLAGE’. This was the dandelion tops’ skill.

That didn’t comfort you. Here you were, unarmed, shaking, and standing in the same pose as the traveller in cutscenes, unfinished Karate hands*.

The hillichurl started moving towards you. That’s it. That’s all. You could see your life flash before your eyes, just because you faced the weakest enemy in Genshin impact. True AR 55 behaviour.

A shockwave of pixels flooded the room. The hillichurl was slammed to roof. The impact broke its mask, causing it to break and turn to dust. The being turned into a pile of dust. The pixels slammed into you at an alarming rate.

" The..E skill?…what the hell..is this the E skill?" You whispered to yourself.

Without wasting a minute, you crawled out of the gap and tiptoed to the nearest bush to make your escape.

BOOM

The ground shuddered. You looked back to the source of sound. A piercing screech cut through the wind. Flames engulfed the camp, reducing it to ashes. Even the chest started to ashen. Your heart was beating in your throat. There was only one individual capable of this in Mondstadt. The one who had mastered the art of violence. One who could summon a twelve foot phoenix that caused destruction wherever it flew.

Standing in absolute silence, Diluc adjusted his vision in his belt and pulled his gloves. There was no claymore in sight. Realisation dawned you. He didn’t need a weapon to summon the phoenix in real life.

" What the hell.." You gasped. Shit. You covered your mouth and unlike a normal person,didn’t crouch to hide, instead wanted to see the red heads face for an additional minute, while standing.

Your gasp caught his attention and his head whipped to your direction. He merely glanced at you, stared at you for a minute and walked away, disinterested.

Ignoring the dejected feeling in your stomach, you walked back to the City; Rich, exhausted and hungry. You stopped at a tree to pickup a bunch of sunsettia’s for Sara, since you had noticed that she had run out of stock near the juicing counter.

Head empty.Only Diluc. That explained your state currently. Had you not escaped the camp, you would have burnt to ashes along with the rest of the hillichurls. Did Kaeya have to face this Bird of flames, that rainy day?*

A message popped up. The camouflage had timed out.

You entered the City gates and headed straight to Good hunter. Sara greeted you this time with genuine adoration. She must have taken you for a seven year old kid. Her eyes widened in concern when she saw your face ashy, covered in scratches and sweaty.

"That’s nothing. I just had a rough journey back." You laughed nervously, " Here. Sunsettia’s that I picked up on the way to repay your kindness. I noticed that you had run out of stock." You said as you dumped the entire bunch of Sunsettia’s which you were holding in your arms.

Sara gasped "Oh my! These sure are fresh. I..have no words. You didn’t have to. You know what. Lunch is on me. And you my friend are not going to refuse it."

She leaned over and wiped your face with a tissue. " Freshen up and come back in ten minutes. I will get lunch ready..and don’t forget to collect the commission from Katheryne",She winked "Ask her to cough up, the adventurer’s guild is capable enough to pay extra for hard work."

You nodded and jogged back to the Guild’s front desk. Katheryne waved politely. You smiled to yourself, Maybe this reality isn’t too bad.

[paulkitty]

i made a few dynastid eyeset recolors! i love maxis-match cc and i was really excited to have an eyeset that i could easily make a decent-looking recolor with. all of these should be compatible with the addon set made by @squea and can be used with each other without any editing needed. however the order might get messed up with other addon sets as i ordered them right after squea's addon set. this is easily fixed in sims 4 studio by editing the secondary display index values to your preferred order. 

downloads here (free/no adfly, mediafire) more info below the cut

🔔 @maxismatchccworld @mmoutfitters @squea 

to make these i repeatedly cloned swatches from the original addon set (using “add swatch” so the IDs are not the same), so they should have all the same settings and the same specular.

SET ONE ("AF"): i was using aoifae's recolors of @plumbheadsims' delicate eyes, so i tried to remake those swatches. they aren’t 100% accurate to the delicate eye colors because i was lazy and just eyedropped the swatches. the natural and hazel swatches are from @missrubybird's aqua trigger eyes and the bright and unnatural swatches are original to @aoifae. (1, 2) (if you like delicate here are some occults too) SWATCH COUNT: 83 COLORS: mostly natural colors. there are some natural hazels and some bright unnatural colors. i also included the default colors of delicate as nondefault swatches!

SET TWO ("SR"): i was also using a sorbets remix recolor of delicate eyes, so i made a set for those too. when i started making this post though, i went to @noodlessorbets to see if there was a tag i should use and discovered immediately that someone else made a much more extensive set with other palettes as well and even created a heterochromia set! you can find @kissalopa's recolors here! it looks like we colored them differently, mine is a little more saturated, so i’ll still include mine in case you prefer them. you should be able to use both at the same time as i used a different secondary swatch color. (and if you don’t use my first set, you can use this one and her sorbets with no editing needed as mine will be ordered after hers) SWATCH COUNT: 76 COLORS: rainbow

SET THREE ("HS"): hs stands for homestuck. this set features all of the canon troll blood colors, from the extended zodiac signs, as well as black and candy red (for juvenile or mutant trolls.) it has the option for white sclera and yellow sclera, in case you are making humanified trolls or actual trolls. the yellow sclera may not be 100% canon accurate (may appear too light) but it's the right hue and it should look fine during gameplay. also at the end there are jade and black swatches with a brighter yellow sclera for any rainbowdrinkers :) SWATCH COUNT: 30 COLORS: palette + black and bright/candy red. the "AF” set i made also includes a black swatch, but i made sure to make one lighter than the other.

SET FOUR ("FUN"): as i was recoloring sometimes i would get off track and make random colors. then when i had finished my plans i decided to just make some Fun Interesting colors. these are all pretty bright or unnatural looking, and some of them look strange. they don't follow any particular palette. they are also not sorted by color and are roughly in the order i made them. SWATCH COUNT: 36 COLORS: unnatural, bright

i contemplated remaking these +v1 and went as far as drawing a new heart catchlight and making 32 out of 90 swatches (16 colors) but then i felt like that was just too many swatches, so i stopped. this is what it would have looked like below (i had heart and normal versions) but im not sure anyone would want or use these. if you do lemme know i guess

sorry that this post lacks complete previews and is sort of strange! i have kind of never made a tumblr post before. if anything is wrong with the eyes like the textures are weird or something let me know! i thought perhaps they looked a bit artifacted in my game but i compared them to the original dynastid set and they looked like the same quality to me. 

edit: i just found out tagging people below the cut sends them a notification. sorry to everyone who was pinged omg

[actualbird]

Before the actual ask, i have a suggestion: maybe add some general non-tot asks/req rules? bc i'm writing this rn like "this may be uncomfortable but i don't want to make you uncomfortable but i don't know if it will make you uncomfortable but-" 😭😭😭

now um, my ask:

i'm currently getting struck by gender dysphoria at very random moments and i don't like it. thing is, i don't know what my gender might be since it goes both ways and I was wondering, if you wouldn't mind sharing: how did you figure out you're trans?

hi anon!!! lemme go thru this one by one but first, i wanna preface everything with: dont worry, none of this makes me uncomfortable and you said nothing wrong. theres nothing here that cause for panic on ur end, it's alright, ur alright :D

okay so

on general non-tot asks/req rules:

i do have these rules!! theyre just not as Many as my tot-specific ones, but on my rules page u'll find these in the 2nd section :D

theyre like, reaaaaally general but the overall rule for all other asks is basically "be nice, i cant read tone well, and dont spam" so no worries, ur all good. i dont wanna make these rules any more specific because everything else seems like a case to case basis yknow

and now to the bulk of my answer

on trans stuff:

short answer on how i found out i was trans: it made me happy. god, it made me so happy and it makes me happy to this day.

long answer: come with me, anon, through my gender journey through the years....JKSDHVFKJSDHVKFSD

ok so for the longest time i knew i wasnt completely woman aligned in the gender department. like, from ages 14-20 i had identified as a bunch of different genders. first i identified as bigender, then i backpedaled and went back to just having "she/her" in my bio because i had a Moment Of Panic wondering "no no the Genders are for people who Really Truly Identify (whatever that means) and i shouldnt co-opt these terms because im not even sure what i am!! im not allowed to identify as bigender until i really figure it out!!*", and then for a while i identified as nonbinary, and then the pandemic happened which i think hilariously due to the lockdowns had the cool side effect of many people figuring out Personal Things and at some point in 2021 i was like ".....hey im a guy, actually. it makes me happy to be a guy"

*sidenote 1: this "but am i allowed to?" worry is a common thing i see a lot from other people also going through their journey of questioning their gender, and i wanna talk about it specifically later on in this response, but bACK ON TOPIC FIRST---

sidenote 2: yes, like a pokemon trainer, i have collected the three starter pronouns. she, they, and he. KJHAVFLASVFALSJK

backtracking through the other genders i had identified as, i'd chosen them all at the time for similar reasons: joy. i identified as bigender because i felt recognized for the first time, an identity where i could be both feminine and masculine. i identified as nonbinary because i adored the comfort of that freedom and that fluidity. i identify as a trans guy now because i realized that i can find joy in being a guy and still enjoy expression of "non-guy" things because guys who like pink and frilly fashion and plushies is still a valid and real type of guy, it's the type of guy i am. and these are more on the positive markers of gender expression, the opposite of gender dysphoria: gender euphoria, the happiness when gender stuff feels just right

btw, you are indeed using the term gender dysphoria correctly. that simply pertains to any kind of distress or upsetness due to gender things Not feeling right. within that definition, theres no requirement for you Already Having To Identify to use it, because otherwise thatd mean anybody who found out they were trans only after experiencing gender dysphoria was using it incorrectly, which seems rather silly. and even if the definition Did have that requirement.......who cares? JKHDFVSKDJHFVKSD i mean that in the most genuine and sincere way ever, because so long as it is harming nobody, who cares what word you use? sure, a Bunch of people care actually, and a bunch of people will pitch a fit policing on being allowed to use certain gender words and whatnot. but in general ive taken to trying to remember that like.....gender stuff is a Personal thing. it is the business of the Person Themselves, as it is our identity. it is up to us to define it, to explore it, to make our own choices on it. and well....generally, people who think your expression is any of their business is, at best, nosy, or at worse, a bigot.

i went on a tangent there sorry VSDFLJBFL, but my point is dont worry, youre using the term right. if youre feeling Not Good because something about The Genders doesnt fit, yeah thats dysphoria. and im so so sorry youre experiencing this, because it sucks

i said before that my main marker for realizing gender stuffs was the presence of a positive emotion, instead of the presence of a negative one. but i also experienced gender dysphoria, it just wasnt as big of a thing in my own journey. for me, it was less of a wrongness and more of a vague...discomfort. like wearing shoes that dont fit. it's fine some days but other days i couldnt stand it but my legs still work and i was much more focused on the times i Did find figurative shoes that fit immensely well.

.....oh something i think that wld be important for me to mention is that i kinda....somehow always knew i was of Another Gender. but i kept hesitating and kept backtracking because, kinda like what you say, it went both ways for me

im a guy. but i also really liked things that are traditionally seen as feminine, i still do. ive got a closet full of lolita fashion dresses, mixed in with the ridiculous amounts of plaid shirts ive got. throughout my life, i was never really regarded as masculine by other people, more often i was seen by others as some kind of manic pixie androgynous being. and these things, they made me hesitate. how can i be a guy if so much of who i am is seen by others as Not-Guy stuff?

well, eventually it's cuz i figured that what others think should have nothing to do with who i am and who i choose to be. relating back to what i said about Genders being a personal thing yknow. why was i so worried about what other people thought of a thing that only concerned me?

yknow one of the most gender affirming experiences ive ever had in my life was back was i was in college. i was just going out and about for a group work thing, and the classmates along with me were rowdy manly cisguys and i was feeling low and it showed, i was all meek and sad and shit. and then this lady came up to me, and i didnt get to know if she was a transwoman or a femme presenting gay man, but she sat with me and chatted with me and eventually she asked

(this convo happened in filipino but roughly translated it went)

her: do you want to be a boy?

me: yes (i answered so instinctively. at the time, i was identifying as nonbinary, but she asked a question and i gave my honest answer. yes. yes i did.)

her: well, youre very handsome! youre more handsome than any of them //gestures at the cisguy classmates

and that stucks with me to this day. another queer person asking Me what I Wanted, and affirming that. didnt matter that i looked like how i looked, that i obviously wasnt as objectively or normatively masculine as the cismen around us. what mattered was what i wanted, and i was handsome for it, and that was that.

after that we just talked about pop music, but i felt so good the rest of the day

now...on the unwritten question here of "how do you (as in, anon, or any other reader out there) know you're trans (or any kind of other gender designation)?" or if you already know you are some other gender, how do you figure it out? who do you ask?:

im sorry for how cheesy or seemingly unhelpful what im going to say next is, but i cannot stress how crucial it is: the only person who can ever answer these is You. ask yourself what makes you happy, what would alleviate your discomfort, what would cause comfort, what youre drawn to, etc.

but if i can give any unsolicited advice on that....itd be to make sure that the person youre asking, the person who is giving the answer, is really You. not the thoughts or opinions of other people, not the rules of what is considered 'norm', not the fears or the worries circling around the question, dont ask those things dont find the answer in those things. the person to give the answers is You.

and btw!! You can change sometimes. and sometimes your answer can change too, and thats okay if ever that happens. all my prior answers to this question changed in through life, and it doesnt mean any of my prior answers were wrong (sans the time i backpedaled, because then i wasnt getting the answer from Me, i was getting the answer from Worries). it just meant that those were the answers for Me when i was at that stage of my life.

tldr: i figured out i was trans because it made me so damn happy to be and also because i stopped giving a shit about what other people thought

i hope this response makes sense and that theres something in here that can help you out. im wishing you the best, anon <3

[spicerackofblorbos]

❥ Hi! I love to learn about people and because of my curiosity, I am often inspired to do some sort of visual art from it. Let me show you how I see you in my eyes! <3

❥ I do have questions I would like you to answer (to the best of your ability) so I can make your board as best as I can and those can be found under the cut!

❥ Please send them in an ask!! Feel free to be as wordy as you want! Again, the more info I have, the better it'll turn out.

❥ My rules are as follows:

➸ I am pretty open to a lot of things but please be aware that I do reserve the right to turn down certain aspects of the request if I feel uncomfortable with it. ➸ I cannot and will not put/use explicit images on these boards. I can do suggestive things but don't be asking for [redacted] lol. ➸ Have fun with your responses! I won't post your responses with the finished board unless you send it through anon (if you'd like me to post it with your answers tho, lemme know!) ➸ Please be patient. I do this in my downtime of being a working adult. Feel free to reach out for updates, though!! (:

❥ Please answer as much as you can, but you don't have to do all of them! (the wordier, the better!):

➸ personal color scheme ➸ specific aesthetic (mall goth, neon gamer, soft cottagecore, things like this) ➸ general outlook on life ➸ favorite shows/animes/books/manga ➸ your favorite characters from said things above and why if you'd like ➸ general likes ➸ general dislikes ➸ hobbies/what you like to do ➸ astrological sign and or MBTI ➸ the season, time of day, type of land or body of water (mountains, oceans, lakes, open fields, etc), and weather you associate yourself with ➸ niche interests (space, dinos, animals, mythology, dragons, things like this. Like imagine you're a 6 year old child, what are you obsessed with??) ➸ things specific to you and your life that you want represented visually (coffee, cars, fashion, music, etc etc) ➸ anything you don't want shown (triggers) ➸ words, songs, or phrases that you feel explains who you are as a person ➸ and anything else you think I might have missed that you want represented!! Like I said, the more info I have, the better the outcome will be (infodump on me I beg of you) ➸ ALSO I like to do this thing where I add in something incredibly specific to you, like the most specific thing you can think about. My best friend's boyfriend asked for Shrek with an onion and I had a lot of fun creating that. If there's any question you won't miss, please make it this one. ➸ If I feel like I need a little more, I might DM you! I want to make sure everything is perfect.

[gossipsnake]

TIMING: Current PARTIES: Anita (@gossipsnake) and Mateo (@fearhims3lf) SUMMARY: Anita and Mateo find themselves at the same bar, both looking to add a bit of excitement to their evening. Things don't exactly go as planed. CONTENT WARNINGS: WR Spice (implied).

Sometimes the clubs were a tired scene. Even on a night light this, with the DJ pumping out some fairly decent music (for this town, anyway), a crowded dance floor, and heavy pours from the bartenders; Anita felt uninspired. The polite rejections from the few, evidently straight, women she had hit on already were expected and didn’t bother her in the slightest. The bother came from somewhere inside of her. She wondered if this is what some women had meant when they had told her that one day she would get old and grow tired of her own games. That certainly couldn’t be it she told herself. No, this was just an off night. It happened. 

She decided that, after she finished off the remainder of the drink in her hands, she would simply go home. The person who had been sitting beside her got up from the bar stool after sliding some cash over to the bartender to close out their tab. With just a few sips left, Anita decided it was probably a good idea to flag the bartender down now and ask for the bill given how busy the night was. As she waited for them to come back around, someone new sat down beside her. Anita turned to look at the heavily tattooed man still donning dark sunglasses despite being inside and almost instinctively rolled her eyes a bit. 

Wicked’s Rest was known for many things, even a decent bar scene, but what it lacked was exactly what Mateo had wanted to do in the first place. A proper punk scene that wasn’t filled with posers who had never heard a single song by the people they garnished on their t-shirts. Sure, the designs were cool and everybody was entitled to their own fashion sense, but the least the town could do was offer a few people who actually knew what being a punk meant. 

What Mateo got instead, much to his dismay, was a loud club with mediocre, overplayed music that he could only mildly tolerate. He decided a few drinks would help, and maybe a little chaos toward the woman who seemed all too unhappy that Mateo sat down next to her. She probably wanted someone more her taste, he thought. Or maybe she didn’t like being elbow-to-elbow with strangers. But that was the price you paid when you went out to a club, and having just gotten a good check, Mateo figured he could pay a little extra if it got him to a good time.

“Either you are having a bad night or you really hate my style,” Mateo gestured to the patches on his battle vest, requesting a whiskey neat. “And lemme tell ya, I got decent style. So what’s your deal, ma?” He raised his glass, taking a short sip. “Tell me all your troubles.”

Had it been anyone else or any other cliche line, Anita would likely have blown this guy off and just paid the tab and left without even responding to his comments. But there was something too familiar about him, bad familiar that is. Maybe she was just in the exact wrong mood, maybe she was projecting, but the presumptive energy she felt from how he had approached her made her want to respond. “So I’m either in a bad mood or I’m judgmental? Those the only options?” Anita decided to ignore the obvious irony of the fact that both options happened to be true - he didn’t know that. 

She scoffed softly, her face unable to mask its rather dramatic reaction to his come on. Sometimes when men flirted with Antia at bars she ignored them. Sometimes she flirted back, especially if she wanted to lure them out into the woods for a meal. And on rare occasion, she elected to antagonize them. Ignoring wasn’t really an option any more, so now she just had to decide which of the other two she wanted to go with. “My current troubles stem from the fact that this place is very tired. The music is tired, the people are tired, and quite frankly these lines you’re using are tired. I get it, I’m sure the rebellious guapo vibes work really well on all these local girls. But,” she trailed off letting the shrug of her shoulders and her expression finish the sentence. After all, she certainly wasn’t a local girl. 

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“Those are the only options I got from this very limited interaction. I’m sure there’s more than meets the eye, but I don’t got a lot to work with.” Mateo leaned cutely onto his palm, giving his seat neighbor wide, doe eyes. Laughter fell out of him, unable to keep the lame facade he was displaying for the fun of it. With another sip of his drink, he raised his hands in surrender and chuckled. “Mira, mira. If you’re not into me, fine. Your loss, and honestly, my loss too, but at least do me the honor of having a drink with me. Since you know, this place is tired and everything is tired. I can make it fun. That’s what I do.”

Mateo knew this to be true because of three reasons. First, anytime he was given charge of the night, it typically ended with some sort of pleasure. Whether it be through intimacy with a stranger or finding an abandoned building to tag, Mateo was a master at finding what people enjoyed. Hell, he’d been through enough minds to know the lengths people go to to not let their mind wander during their sleep. Second, laughter usually surrounded him. That one was easy. But third, and most importantly, his rebellious nature was oftentimes infectious. People need a little push when it comes to breaking the rules, or making new ones. Mateo was one of the best at it. 

“And just to be clear, these vibes work on all types of people. Not just women.” He winked, turning to lean on the bar and look at the dance floor. It was looking bleak. Which gave Mateo an idea. “Let’s ditch this place. If you’re tired of it, I think I got just the club to go to. But…” Trailing off, the mare shrugged, making a face of faux concern. “You can’t be scared of the possibility of someone biting you. ‘Cause lemme tell ya, it’s a weird place, but the people are fun and fine.” He paused, downing the rest of his drink. “And don’t worry. I won’t hit on you. But maybe we can find someone that’s a bit more…your style.”

The more this man talked the more Anita, begrudgingly, saw their similarities. She really had pulled these same fucking moves before. By her own logic, did that mean her moves were getting a bit tired? Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to see what kind of fun he thought he could conjure up. “Oh? That’s what you do, huh? Alright… I’ll be the judge of that.” Lately she had been feeling like she was in somewhat of a rut. She was fast approaching the four-year mark here in town and she hadn’t really stayed anywhere much longer than that since she left home. 

Anita knew, deep down, that if she was going to actually make this place her home she needed to switch things up - she needed to do more. “Oh, I don’t doubt that they do,” she said with a soft smirk, especially since she knew first hand how much pull the overly confident mysterious stranger vibe had. He, admittedly, genuinely caught her interest at the biting comment. There were so many ways that could go in a town like this: kinky or murderous. Both of which were things she quite enjoyed. “That really does not scare me in the slightest. What would be scary is if there's a place in town like that and I hadn’t stumbled upon it before.” 

As he finished the rest of his drink, Anita finished up closing out her tab. Unsure of where the night was about to take her, she felt a rush of excitement. Something to break through the monotony was just what she needed. “Imma hold you to that promise, cause no matter how hard you try I’m really far too gay for this whole thing to work on me,” she said, gesturing generally in his direction as she got off the bar stool and grabbed her coat. “Vamos. Lidera el camino, papito.” 

Mateo shrugged at the biting comment, knowing all too well how true her statement was. If that wasn’t an experience a citizen had had yet, even in just a week, the mare was sure they were the luckiest person on earth, doing the biting themselves, or worse…a recluse. Granted, Mateo stayed inside most days just because people were so annoying or boring, but he at least ventured out enough to cause a little chaos every time he did. Just like that night, where he was going to drag his new friend to Dance Macabre and see what kind of mess they can get into. His month-long banishment was over a week ago, and he was just itching to see what sort of clientele there would be that night. 

“All right, mamacita. Hope you’re good with a bike ride.” Not that it really mattered. She told Mateo to take the lead, and by god, he did. Going so far as to wrap her arms around him just before taking off in a hasty manner so she couldn’t protest. The last thing he needed was someone flying off his bike because they thought the wrap-around was a flirt. There was a dance floor to get to, and in a matter of minutes, Mateo had gotten them parked and entered into Dance Macabre. Two people were fighting and being dragged away, and another group was looking like they were about to have another fight of their own. Mateo smiled and pulled Anita with him, leading her to the bar for a few drinks, and then to the dance floor so they could feel the thrum of the bass rumble in their chests. 

“Better music, right?!” He had to yell. There was no way Anita would be able to hear him through the bumping bodies and the club music. Mateo wasn’t even sure if it was actually better, if he were honest. But it certainly wasn’t dead like the other place. The floor was packed, and there were plenty of cuties that were ripe for picking. Depending on what Anita was hungry for, of course. He thought back on her comment and smirk from before, hoping she was one of his theories. Specifically the kind of person who does the biting in Wicked’s Rest. 

Anita grinned as the bike began to slow around Dance Macabre, if for no other reason than being pleased that there was not some other club known for a bit of a bitey atmosphere that she was somehow unaware of. She had been there a fair amount of times, usually dragging Metzli with her so she wasn’t so obviously out of place with her beating heart and mortality. She knew the club was open to everyone, technically, and that even those without any real knowledge about the supernatural found themselves there from time to time, but it did make her wonder about the guy she arrived with … 

For a nightclub geared towards the undead, the place was certainly a lot livelier than the bar they had come from. Anita looked around the club, trying to see if anyone she knew was hanging around - that way she at least had somewhere to go in the event she wanted to ditch this guy later on. “Louder, that’s for sure.” She wasn’t intentionally trying to be difficult, but she also wasn’t exactly actively suppressing her difficult tendencies. 

“Think I remember you saying something about buying me a drink,” she said with a playful grin, eager to get a cool glass of tequila in her hands. “You got a usual at a place like this?” Anita wasn’t gonna show her hand first, but she knew that this place served… unique drinks for its unique clients. She was curious to see just how much she had in common with this guy. 

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Anita gave a snarky comment and Mateo rolled his eyes dramatically to show that he wasn’t taking it to heart. She was in a bigger hole that he originally thought, and by the looks of it, she was the one holding the shovel. He couldn’t help but wonder if she’d gotten her heart broken or if she was just so done with the club life that she was starting to feel…lonely? Ew. No. Too deep. Mateo shook his head at himself and gave Anita a thumbs up as he made his way back to the bar for some much needed tequila. He just needed to get this woman laid.

“Here. My usual. Sorta. I just drink straight liquor. Whiskey. But this works too.” He smiled and handed two of the four double shots to Anita. Looking around, Mateo took a quick scan to see what kind of ladies were on the dance floor. A few cuties, sure, but if Anita was having this much attitude, Mateo knew he had to find someone that could really shut her ass up. “You.” Mateo grinned, taking both of his shots at once and pulling Anita with him once she had taken hers. They were face to face with a woman whose looks could compete with Kate Siegel. Well, if she had red eyes. They weren’t glowing, so Mateo figured she was a vampire. He hoped Anita could handle that and nudged her. “Have…you met Anita?” 

Within seconds of Mateo stepping away towards the bar, Antia got an aching feeling that this was just a bad idea. What were the two of them even going to do, wing-person the other? Anita was a solo bird, she didn’t need the gust of wind from someone else to throw her off course. Before she could fly away, however, he had returned with two very full glasses of clear liquid. Her suspicions were answered within seconds of pulling the glass towards her face, the sweet tinge of tequila filling her senses. She shot the glass back, pleased with the quality of the liquor he had picked. It burned as it went down, but it was the good kind of burn. 

“Okay, that shit was good. That bought you like,” Anita paused, pulling out her phone and looking at the time, “25 minutes of my time.” It seemed like a good idea to put a possible clear end to the evening because even though the music was far better here and the crowd was more vibrant, it still felt a bit tired. Before she could get another word in, however, she was being pulled through the crowd by a very cold hand and being propelled forward towards a devastatingly beautiful brunette. “What are we in an early 2000s sitcom?” Anita asked in response to his awful Barney Stinson impression, unaware if it was intentional or not. “I’m sorry, I swear I usually hang out with a much cooler crowd,” she offered to the other woman as she felt a small twinge of what felt like embarrassment. “I’m Anita, and… obviously we’ve never met before because I know I would have remembered that.” 

She turned back towards Mateo and shot him a piercing look. Her frustration was only exasperated when the other woman began to speak, “If this is your guys’ way of trying to get a third, you can drop the whole act. I’m not very fond of having so much… warmth in my bed.” The comment was pointedly directed at Anita which elicited a bit of an eye roll from the lamia. Some people were so pretentious, and coming from her that was saying something. “Well this was fun,” she said with a bit of a huff as she headed off back towards the bar. The rejection at least fueled enough righteous indignation in her that she was determined to not go home alone. 

Okay, so Mateo knew the impression was a little much and would likely be to Anita’s detriment, but at least it was fun. Would probably knock a few minutes off though, which meant he had to put his efforts into double time and not just be an ass. Ugh. Maybe he shouldn’t have stoked the fire and made it worse though. Anita was walking back toward him, and she looked pissed.

“Okay, so she wasn’t the one to make your night better, but I bet we can find someone else.” He tapped his chin, doing another sweep of the room and finding a red-head with normal eyes. She had just finished kissing another woman, but what of it? Mateo knew how inebriated club goers could be. He just hoped his assumptions could be proven true. 

“What about her? She’s cute and she…doesn’t have the same eyes as that chick over there. Probably friendlier, and I won’t do the pickup line this time, I promise.” Without another word, Mateo once again pulled Anita with him, dodging patrons left and right until he landed in front of the stranger. He smiled and waved with spirit fingers to appear friendly. The woman laughed and did it in return. Mocking or not, Mateo wasn’t sure, but a laugh was a laugh and he was going with it. “Hi,” She parroted the greeting in return. “I’m trying to show my friend here that not all fun is lost in the world. Do you think you can help me?” She gave Anita a once over and sipped her drink with a smile, waving a sweet hello. Already a good start. “See?” Mateo looked back at Anita with a smug look on his face. “I bet our luck is turning up right now.”

In all genuineness, Anita couldn't quite figure out why this guy was doing all this. Putting so much effort into helping someone else pick up women. Even the very few times Anita had gone out to clubs with other people she was almost always the first to cut and run off on her own sleazy adventures. She didn’t want to keep wasting any time thinking about his motivations, however, because now she felt like she had something to prove both to the vampire who had rejected her and to herself. 

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Anita said with a soft indifference as she waited for the bartender to pour her another double shot of tequila. She shot the liquor back just before she felt Mateo tug her arm again, leading them off in the direction of the redhead he had pointed out. In the few seconds it took for them to get through the crowd, Anita plastered on a smile and forced herself to at least give off some level of interesting energy. “He’s being dramatic, I don’t think all fun is lost in the world. Just think there’s a lack of it this evening.”

With a flick of her wrist, Anita waved him off after he made a comment about luck, electing not to vocalize her inherently negative reaction to his use of the word our. She talked with the redhead for a few beats, until a new song came on and the other woman grabbed her waist and started dancing, Anita smirked, taking the opportunity to close the distance between the two of them. She was caught up in the movement that she didn’t even realize when another woman came up behind them and grabbed Anita by the hair pulling her away while yelling, “Get you’re own fucking meal, she’s spoken for!” 

Immediately she began to try and wriggle out of the very strong grasp, trying to get her footing before shit got real messy. In doing so, Anita accidently pushed the two of them into another group of people who stumbled forward, causing them to spill their drinks on a few other people who were dancing nearby; starting a chain reaction of anger to spread through the club. 

It was a job well done when the red-head and Anita started talking, turning into a great job done when they headed toward the floor to dance. Mateo treated himself to a few shots that he felt were well-deserved. With a sigh of relief, he took them all in quick succession and watched as his meet-cute danced the evening away. “What a night.” He chuckled, about to take one more shot when he saw a very angry-looking woman making a beeline toward his acquaintance. “Ah, shit.” His face turned into a grimace when Anita’s hair was pulled, and he immediately sprung into action. 

Well, after taking his final shot. It was already paid for. 

“Hey! Hey, quit that shi—” Drinks splashed onto him and several other patrons, some getting more drenched than others. Mateo was thankful to only have one wet sleeve because had he been like the others who were getting visibly pissed, he would’ve gone straight to pushing with them. “Run!” He waved to Anita to get her attention, the motion interrupted when a guy sent a punch straight to his face. He returned the favor in earnest, sending the man backwards into another group of people with very full drinks. “Fuck…” Mateo winced, reaching for Anita’s wrist and tugging her into a small break in the crowd. It closed almost just as quickly as they ran through it, anger rising enough to turn the room into a full-blown brawl. 

“We have to get the fuck—wait, what are you doing?” The red-head had apparently grabbed onto Anita and Mateo was giving her an irritated glare that slowly dissipated and turned into a grin as he realized she was probably just trying to get out of the chaos. He dodged a glass that flew through the air, missing the other that made contact on his chest. Okay, getting Anita laid would have to wait until they were outside. “Let’s go.”

 The woman loosened her grip on Anita’s hair just enough as the other patrons began to get involved, cursing the people who had caused them to spill blood and other liquor onto the floor and themselves. She manager to wiggle out from the grasp, and immediately began plotting her escape. Sure, she could have let the rattlesnake out and barreled through the crowd and out to the street but it seemed like drawing less attention to herself was likely the better outcome. 

Much to her surprise, Mateo hadn’t just cut and run at the first sight of trouble like she likely would have done. Instead he came to Anita’s aid, pushing through the crowd to get to her and pull her out from the center of the chaos that was unfolding. Almost as if it were a carefully choreographed scene, the two - no three of them slid in and out of the crowd and carefully towards a back exit to the club. Other than a sore scalp and what would likely amount to a few bruises in the morning, Anita had somehow managed to keep her human form mostly unharmed. 

Without hesitating once they made it to the door, Anita pushed it open and quickly hurried outside looking back to make sure Mateo was close behind her. She turned over towards the redhead, more than a bit surprised that she had decided to follow them out. “Not sticking around to help your girlfriend?” It seemed unlikely that they were actually dating given how the other woman called her a meal, but Anita wasn’t one to judge. 

The back door swung open again with force as several other patrons seemed to be fleeing the scene. She caught a glimpse of what was going on inside and could tell that thighs were getting even more intense. “I know it’s your fault for putting us in this situation to begin with, but uh, thank you for helping me get outta there,” she said in earnest to Mateo. It was a classic Anita compliment: starting out with a vague insult to maintain an impression that she didn’t give a shit followed by the actual message of appreciation. “I think we should maybe all get the fuck out of here before the fight in there spills out this way…” 

The red-head, who had revealed her name to be Caroline, shook her head empathetically at the word girlfriend. It seemed the other woman’s choice of words cost her greatly, and she’d be heading home with an empty stomach. Meanwhile, Mateo had successfully led a woman straight to Anita’s bed. Now it was a job greatly done. And he only had to get punched with a few drinks to his face. Not a bad night by his standards. 

“I'm not the one who pulled your hair. Besides, I saw a hot woman and I led you to her, and now you’re gonna have a fun night, which is what I said I’d do.” Mateo arched a brow toward Caroline, who nodded shyly. “See?” He let out a laugh and waved Anita off as he retrieved his wallet for some twenty dollars. “Take this for your ride home. Don’t got room for three on my bike, and I got other places to be for some more chaos.” Tilting his shades down, Mateo revealed his glowing red eyes and bounced his brows playfully before sauntering his way back to his bike.

“Have fun ladies.”

[bird-the-introvert]

Hey guys wanna hear my song analysis of my favorite song Meteor Shower by Cavetown?

well here goes (let me know if this is crappy)

Ok first a lot of people think it's about a relationship which is perfectly valid however I personally think it's about anxiety, the trans journey, dysphoria, and people helping with all this. (If I get any lyrics wrong or anything lemme know. Also if you have ideas or things to add please do!)

"I've got miles of regrets and confusing freinds, but perhaps its just my stupid head in the end" : anxiety I think, also very relatable NGL

"thinking 'should I wait here or make my way home?' you said 'go' " : questioning wether or not to transition, or making his way 'home', and a friend(?) encouraging him

"making up problems that don't exist, why do I let myself dream like this?" : Anxiety

"we're floating away, my body's in space, we are going home" : dissociating from your body which can be caused by dysphoria

chorus: " missing pieces of my skull, I'll sew on patches of my own soul, There's nothing you or I can do, so let the stars fall" : might be mind dysphoria, and I'm not entirely sure what else

More chorus "cause from up here, the sky is my thoughts and we're all so small" : more about Anxiety and overwhelming thoughts?

"meteor shower, quick take cover, but the hues in our hair compliment one another, id sell my own bones for sapphire stones cause blues your favorite color" : love? Idk I'm on the aro spec

(Chorus)

"my heart and the earth share the same rule, it starts with love and it ends with you, but don't go outside, it's dangerous tonight without me right here by your side" : love I guess? I dunno, it doesn't seem romantic to me.

"take it slow you'll know which way to go, sew up your skull, take your time, and we'll be just fine" : again, getting support and transitioning.

Welp there's my song analysis, this is my favorite song (: so if you haven't listened to it I recommend. I decided if my friends don't want this whole thing Tumblr might. Again feel free to add on or suggest!

[cubedmango]

Just had to get this off my chest but I just rewatched episode 12 and when I tell you the tears would NOT stop flowing like I have the nastiest headache right now I can’t believe myself?? There’s just. There was so much going on there like the fact that I realised I actually like tsuge and his character like his friendship with adachi is so solid and I realised that the conversation he had with him in the cafe, was exactly what he kinda should have had with kurosawa? (Like yeah they do eventually on the rooftop) but like that reassurance that the magic wasn’t what would make their relationship stable it was them actually just communicating with each other and getting to learn abt e/o that way, mistakes included like OOF I thought it was really nice cause it had the romantic aspect with him and kurosawa, but also him realising that it applies for any relationship including his friendships with people too I just. Man I love how they placed so much importance and value on all kinds of relationships with people you come across in life :( AND THEN the rooftop scene oh jeez,,, something funny I always wondered about was how long adachi was riding that bike cause we went from broad daylight to nighttime but ANYWAY can I just say hearing kurosawa say ‘adachi?’ In that soft, unsure voice as though he couldn’t believe his eyes felt like m*rder I had to pause and collect myself . also can I just say I forgot. How tender that entire scene is like that’s when I truly broke down because Are They Insane. What do you mean they have an entire conversation with kurosawa literally cradling the back of adachi’s head and there’s a moment there where he re-adjusts his hand and closes his eyes to breathe and naina I- I’m losing my mind why,, why did they have to invent gentle intimacy like that WHY? Okay lemme stop myself because I’m realising I could talk about that scene for 10 hours straight but can we seriously focus on the fact that even though they literally broke up kurosawa was ready to essentially propose if adachi somehow still showed up for their date. Like the levels to that make my head spin and i’m not even gonna touch on the fact that adachi immediately starts crying after that cause I will lay down and never get up like it probably set in again that the love kurosawa has for him is unconditional and like he just mentioned that he couldn’t possibly fathom anyone else having his heart apart from adachi like oh…. I’m so sorry this is unbelievably long but lastly I just wanna say that I know for sure they were called in the next day after kissing in the lift for a meeting with hr

1) do not apologize ever . actually u should send me more of these i need to read all of them ur thoughts are like tasty treats for my brain

2) honestly i thought i had nothing to add but actually i remembered a detail ive seen literally no one talk about that makes me so insane . so u remember how tsuge mentions that minato heard from rokkaku about krdc being off at work and thats why tsuge came to talk to adachi and ultimately gave him the push to go see kurosawa. Like?? rokkaku being that worried about his seniors who he cares about So Much is the One Single Reason krdc even met again that day .???? and then him and fujisaki doing their own fireworks show just to maybe make "someone feel happier" ouughghfgghhh ,, ,. rokkaku ultimate protector of the gays i love he.........

3) also tiny detail during the bit where adachi says he regrets it and hes being all self-deprecating and u can See kurosawa shaking his head not wanting adachi to talk about himself like that. whhwt .. why. who thought. w. hey ?? did they think about me?????? when they wrote that????????? Huh??????????????????????

4) why would u remind me of the head cradle i feel sick i .. i have to watch the scene 10 times again excuse me

5) again. the fact that kurosawa considered an Actual Miracle that adachi would show up and probably believed it wouldnt happen but he bought the pens anyway . and he knew adachi would be too embarrassed about rings. head in hands i cannot , fucking do this this show makes me so Unwell!!!!! Its Fucked UP !!!!!!!!!

[taegularities]

Do people really think he doesn’t know what he’s singing about…..? 😟 Y’all are just mad that he’s acting grown finally

To the anon who said this shit ..i am sorry but if you think that this song is somewhat showing that jungkook is mature or knows about sex i am disappointed in you ..As an army myself... is this what we have come to ..The lyrics are not only disgusting but degrading towards women ..jungkook is a freaking sweet heart he is a man who respects women ..i cant believe that they showed this image of him when the actual jungkook we know (soloist or not) has songs like Euphoria , still with you , my you , stay live , My time and more ...i am no anti or solo stan ..i have loved and still love Bangtan bcz their songs are amazing ..they are so freaking talented ..i watched the mv ..love the feel and overall vibe bcz jk's voice is ❤️✨️ but the lyrics ( i am sorry but A Big NO) i have listened to his cover songs hell ( i would prefer them over this) ..how can people say that being mature means sex sex and sex ..GROW UP people ..Seven was proof that while talking about sex you dont need to degrade women and view them as boring , fuck toys 🙂 i am shocked that RM and SUGA listened to this and didnot even realise what the lyrics are ...if jungkook did know what the lyrics are about and didnot give a fuck that this song is literally giving a typical fuckboy energy and degrades women ..then i am truly disappointed in him as a fan ...I was so excited bcz seeing jungkook being confident in his body and exploring genres ..going outta his comfort zone i was truly happy..

Before you come for me saying saying i am just a hater lemme be clear.. i have been an army for years now and i consider myself lucky that i got to listen to their songs and meet them ...i have supported them whenever i got a chance ( albums , streaming , concert ) and as an adult ARMay , i completely understand what maturity is and what degradation is ..😑 i stream their songs bcz they are worth streaming and people should know how talented these men are but this .. nope

Even before this people were calling him and adding him on the list of queerbaiter bcz of his klien shoot (jk wearing a crop top with smoky make up ) and some imaging him as a fuckyboy / alpha male well this song just gave them another reason to hate on them ..i literally logged out of twitter bcz there were so many shit posts about jimin , jungkook even taehyung 😮‍💨 sucks cuz the jungkook i have listened to is nowhere now and i just see scooter and other assholes using him for his voice and dancing skills and luring him in a pop star dream..

I support them all , i want to see them happy and successful..i got no reason to hate them but people need to stop being biased and not see the reality ..this is coming from the fan who has supported jk's every song and listened to his covers .. he used to express himself through lyrics and his choice of lyrics were just ❤️ used to hit me deep ✨️ i have no issue with people who love this song ( cuz i did love jk's voice too ) but after i properly checked the lyrics i couldnot ..

Whew thats it ..if you think i am talking shit please ignore it y'all bcz ofcourse i am jealous and a hater right (yeah yeah ) ofcourse i dont know shit and i am criticising him bcz i want my innocent kookie back and dont respect him as an adult (right ) 🙄*biggest eyeroll

so, im not sure if you're attacking me with this, too, bc i never took anyone's side and am okay with any opinion y'all have lol 😭 i think the ask was just talking about how jk must know what he's singing about bc someone else asked whether he's aware of the lyrics. while admittedly phrased a lil odd, they probably meant that a lot of armys still see him as the innocent and sensitive young boy bc that's the image hybe tried to maintain for him and now they're offering music about sex to him to give him a more mature look.. i think that's it. i did also add it's probably not bc the other anon was mad but just curious. i agree that sex alone doesn't make anyone mature! i guess by now they're just making these songs to aggressively pull jk away from the doe eye image hybe built for him over the years. i'm not totally loving it either.

but other than that, yeah, i'm not the biggest fan of 3D either. it's absolutely okay if you support it and like it, i will NEVER judge anyone's taste in music just bc it doesn't align with mine — and i agree, we as a community and fan base are totally allowed to dislike something our faves put out bc that definitely happens. i used to enjoy maroon 5's music a lot more back in the days, same with paramore etc, but that doesn't mean we're antis or haters, for sure!! honestly, support what you enjoy, and if it's not your thing and you don't want to stream it, that's okay, too!! idk why there's that much pressure to stream and vote at all lol. but yeah anyway babe, it's super fine to not like 3D. i for one won't ever judge anyone for their opinions as long as we're all respectful with each other and treat other's tastes respectfully as well!!