#I’m a fake fan I should draw him more

[sen-ya]

Wait- what if Cora met luffy?

[hiskillingjar]

Do you think you can make more of ren Hana x reader please and keep doing amazing amazing job 

yeah sure.

1300+, hyperfem mc, kind of...au post BTD2 ren where he's trying to be a normal guy and. doesn't work out for him. cw for ref to CNC but we're all freaks here so......

College was supposed to Ren's fresh start.

Well, community college was supposed to be, anyway. A full bank account and a computer full of fake documentation software and malware couldn't get him into a regular school (what with a lack of a GED and all).

So, he had applied to the closest community college with a sob story (something something abusive relationship that forced him to drop out, something something he’s trying to build a life for himself again) and gotten in on a partial scholarship to finish his high school diploma, and to study coding and programming after the fact.

It was good. Or, at least, it was movement to start a new life for himself, a normal life, a life he could be proud of that wasn’t built off of the legacy of-.

Then she happened.

He wasn't going to do this, he had told himself from the beginning. He wasn't going to let himself get caught up in the dazed and familiar spiral of infatuation and dangerous obsession, as he was so prone to do.

She deserved better than that. She was good and he was going to be good, too.

But...he was never that good at controlling himself.

Which was why they were making out in the college library, his hand up her frilly skirt (he was a sucker for that kind of thing and she almost leaned into it) and his tongue down her throat.

She moaned little whimpers against his lips, pressing her fingers in to his hair, her fake acrylic nails occasionally scratching at his scalp and rubbing the base of his ears, making him totally melt against her.

They were decorated with ‘My Melody’ charms this week, the pink matching the pale streaks in her blonde hair.

Like she had been plucked right out of his fantasies and placed in front of him.

Like a steak in front of a starving animal.

“Ah, Ren,” She gasped sweetly, wrenching her lips away from his as his fingers stroked over the front of her underwear. He pressed two of them against the slightly damp fold, and idly circled the plush flesh underneath, feeling the wet fabric cling to her skin. “Mmm…noooo, don’t…”

“You like that?” He whispered, dipping his head down to kiss her neck.

She smelled of perfume and powder foundation, and he was addicted to it.

“Stoooop,” She whined with the slightest pout, pressing her face into his shoulder and gripping his hair a little tighter, pulling a little too hard for it to feel good.

“Ngh,” Ren let out a little grunt, pulling himself away and shaking his head (like a startled animal) before staring at her, his brows knitting together as he drew his fingers back from her panties. “Are you not into this? Should I stop?”

“Huh?” She blinked as he pulled back, her fake lashes fanning against her cheeks, making her eyes look even bigger and doll-like. God, no wonder he was crazy about her. “Oh, no, I’m…really into it, actually.” She admitted shyly.

“But,” He tilted his head with a confused look. “You were telling me to stop…”

“Um…y-yeah,” She giggled, her cheeks flushing a soft pink, matching her blush, as she idly scraped a lock of pink hair behind her ear. “Ah, not to freak you out out or anything, but, mm…I’m kind of into that sort of thing…consensual-non-consent, roleplay…stuff. And, you know, we’ve been seeing each other for a while, so…”

Ren blinked too, his ears tilting back as his expression gave away even more confusion.

"Non-consent? You...think about that stuff?" He asked, idly hooking a fang over his lip and biting down.

"Ah," She shook her head and covered her face to hide a bashful smile. It was a ridiculously adorable gesture. "I-It's not that big of a deal...and a-a lot of girls are into that stuff, more than you think!"

"Isn't that kind of messed up, though?” He continued to press, drawing his hand back from her thigh and letting it trail down to her knee, where her sock was slipping down.

“I mean, I know it's a little messed up, even if it’s not...the real thing," She insisted, her hands back in her lap (like she was chasing after his hand, chasing some way of grounding her body to the Earth) and looking at him, sweet sincerity in her big eyes. "I know it is. But it's like a...reclamation kind of thing, you know?"

Ren frowned.

"Reclamation, wha...?"

"Like, taking bad things that have happened to you and,” She paused, biting her lip to hide a thoughtful frown of her own. “...Putting them in a situation that you have control over. A situation you can stop, if you need to."

"Huh..."

He’d never considered anything like that before.

Ren did know, probably more than most, that there were a lot of…weirdos out there (pot calling the kettle black, he knew), but he hadn’t considered that she might be like that too.

It didn’t make sense to him. She dressed in pink and white, got new nail designs every two weeks, and told him extensively about her plans to program a game about cat sitting when she had finished their course.

Girls like that didn’t have the darkness that he had, did they?

She was his ‘sweet one’, after all, his innocent, little angel, his doll, his Madonna, his-

"Please don't think I'm weird..." She murmured, her smile dropping at little at his extended silence. “I was being a little hasty, I know that. We don't have...I was just trying-"

She was so nervous. She was so worried that showing her darkness was going to scare him off.

If only she knew how often he though the same.

"No, no, I-" Ren cut her off with a slight chuckle, rubbing her knee affectionately. "It's okay," He then said, giving her an encouraging smile (trying not to let it grow into something bigger, scarier, more threatening, more honest). "I...I like it too, I think.” He knew, but he didn’t want to tell her too much. Not yet. “I like that you like it, too. We can keep going."

Her eyes widened a little and that sweet, innocent smile came back to her face.

"Really?" She said, her voice filled with something close to awe.

"Yeah," He dipped his voice down low and moved in closer again, reaching up and wrapping his fingers around her wrists and squeezing tight, keeping them pinned together (in lieu of any bondage) as he gave her a fang filled smirk. "Let's keep going."

She shivered, trying to wrench her wrists away from his grip as he pressed his smirk to her neck for a harsh bite.

“AH!” She gasped, her soft thighs pressing together as he dug his teeth into her skin, bruising her, marking her as his. “No, no…s-stop-“

He paid no attention to her protests (uncaring if they were even real or not) as he dug his teeth in a little harder, feeling the first pinpricks of blood welling against his lips as he reached one hand back up her skirts and began to knead at her panties again.

She was much wetter than she had been before, and he didn’t stop himself from purring lowly in delight.

“Dirty girl,” He murmured hotly, laving his tongue over the bloody bite on her neck. Her cute blouses weren’t going to hide that one, and he struggled to contain his delight about that. “Getting off on this, aren’t you? Me touching you when you don’t want it.”

“Nghh…” She kept twisting in his grip, her bottom lip swelling as she bit down even harder. “I’m not…getting off-“

“Yessss, you are,” He drawled, suddenly pulling the gusset of her panties to the side and pressing his fingers inside of her. Thank god it was late, and the library was empty. “Look at that, angel…I think your body is smarter than your head~”

“Fuck,” She swore, pressing her face into his shoulder again and tensing up even tighter. “T-That’s good…”

“I know,” He crooned, pressing a wet kiss to her cheek and sliding his fingers deeper. “I know it is. Good girl…”

“Just let me take what I want, now…”

[accio-victuuri]

some february fake rumors 💭

i am referencing these two contributions here & here. while we’re preparing ourselves for the chaos of xz’s mfw appearances, let’s enjoy these sweets first!

i’m using a very sexy xiao laoshi just because… 🤷🏻‍♀️

the first one is so funny and nostalgic with how it was presented. usually, fake rumors are in conversation form or in paragraphs. or, at some point, there is a story and then OP will include stick drawings to better explain what’s happening. this was popular when the topic are unofficial bts content before the videos were released.

this contribution tho only had the stick figure 😂😂

you can clearly see what’s the “story” here. lol. the two of them were caught by someone. this is not the first time a story like this came out but seeing it this way is entertaining. fans are also pointing out what they are doing, the faces are so close! kissing! 💋

the second one goes back to the usual format of conversations.

the first part is a staff telling yibo that be brought so much and then wyb says he doesn’t have the car to carry the stuff. he also said he has divided it, to which another staff says it’s easier for them. they tell wyb that he should eat more mandarin oranges.

wyb: Yo, you’re back

wyb: Come on, I brought everything with me.

xz: If I don’t eat, I’ll stay up late tomorrow and die of swelling.

xz: gone

🏃🏃🏃🏃

wyb: Look at me going all the way here and you’re ignoring me.

xz: Aren’t you pretty good at the game?

wyb: That's different

xz: Why is it different? Please explain it carefully.

wyb: Fierce me 🥹👈🏻Brother x, look at everything about him

xz: 🙄🤛🏻

wyb: If you don’t eat carbohydrates, your temper will get worse.

LOL. Years later, WYB is still worrying over XZ and what he eats lol. and how WYB wants all of XZ’s attention, and his gege playing along. I can imagine him saying “please explain it”.

staff 2: 🍊 So delicious

staff 1: I’ll take two more

xz: You guys eat so much

xz: Come, come here

i love how wyb’s love language is giving gifts, and it shows here. this is allegedly a fake scenario during the CNY holidays, and ofc, Bobo won’t forget gifts for XZ’s staff as well! what a good brother in law!

🚪🚪🚪🚪

I don’t know anything. I only know how to eat. You can talk wherever you like. Where can we go to talk? We'll make up soon anyway.

🚪🚪🚪🚪

xz: Okay, I won’t argue with you anymore. I went back to take a shower and sweated all over.

wyb: Then I’ll go back too

xz: You eat here and eat with them

wyb: I’m afraid of getting swollen even if I don’t eat.

xz: Okay?

wyb: ☺️☺️🥰

wyb: Withdrawal ✋🏻

wyb: You should ☺️ take a sip to reduce swelling.

xz: you😂

xz: Is it okay if I ask Brother A to buy red beans for me?

wyb: Let’s go upstairs☺️

The use of the door here and this commentary from the OP made fans think of the “drawing” from the rumor i discussed first. It’s like OP is implying that he was only there to enjoy the food from wyb. The previous convo looks like the two are bickering, but they will be sweet later. make up soon? what does that mean? Did OP see them kissing?

P.S: if you have a weibo account, please like all the comments with yellow circles in this xzs new post. take this as a reminder to do the same for the MFW posts in the coming days. 💪🏼 we have to show our support! XZ will most likely post on IG too, so this is your reminder to follow him.

-END.

[technically-a-kiwi]

Hi guys ! I’d like to share with you my take on a possible DLC (or even sequel) for Pizza Tower:

Overturned Pizza Tower

(Yeah it’s a working title, I’m not even sure if "overturned" is english…)

Basicaly in the game, Peppino is forced in another dimension by a familiar looking but oddly different Pizzahead and has to conquer the Tower all over again, some stuff here and there are different with different levels and a much more different atmosphere, that being that this alternative tower looks far more luxurious than the canon one, let me know in the comments if you want be to develop on how the tower could look like in this mysterious alternative world

first cutscene rough storyboard:

And now for the juicy part >:) hehehe

The bosses:

When designing new designs for the bosses, I kept in mind to not go overboard with the modifications, what makes Pizza Tower’s characters so fun to draw is their sheer simplicity, and I must say in some of my early sketches, I was awfully close to the “ORIGINAL CHARACTER, DO NOT STEAL PLEASE” limit. So without further ado, here they are:

Pepperman:

So as you can see, our favourite fabulous pepper is rocking some boots, shades and a jacket, In this timeline his talent was recognised and became quite a celebrity in the tower, experimenting in other forms of art outside of painting such as photography, origami and clothing. I honestly think that the two drawings I did on the bottom left corner that Pepperman would absolutely embrace his fame and wouldn’t mind that much if people always ask him for an autograph in any place he walks in, he would be quite a diva if he could wouldn’t he ? Let me know your opinion on his design and if you think I should change some stuff.

The Vigilante:

Nothing much changes with Vigi here except a tiny scare under his left eye and a peace of turquoise on his hat, in this timeline the Vigilante is known as the "Bullseye" due to the extraordinary capacity of never in any circumstances miss a shot that it be with his gun, lasso or anything else he can throw at you (unless he misses willingly of course), outlaws truly quiver in fear at the site of him because they know they’re doomed. I must say Vigi was the hardest to redesign, because there’s so much you can modify with him until he just looks a slime with goggly eyes, a funny hat and an angry expression with random details… which…is kind of what he is but in a bad way… you know… Again let me know in the comments what is your opinion and if you think something should change.

Fake Peppino:

And here he is, the fan favourite, the goofy goober elderish monster of the saga. In this timeline the only difference is that instead of a tang top he wears an apron that is stained with a bit of… uh… tomato… sauce… yeah tomato sauce and he constantly holds in his right hand a ladle, he’s the proud owner of his own pizzeria of which he takes vey good care of (or at least he’s trying his best) and most of his clients are actually Peppino clones, as long as they pay for their food Fake Peppino don’t mind their presence, any other clients are very rare considering there is a rumours about the chef killing any clients who doesn’t leave a tip…Honestly one of my favourite design so far (wow how original, the goofy goober is my favourite…) once again leave a comment of your opinion and what you think should be different in my design

Final boss:

Yeah sorry I won’t give you my take on the final boss (yet), but if you think a little and look carefully I think you can already gess who’s the big bad guy, I’ll even post something if y’all really want

And that’s all for now folks!

Thank you so much for reading my post, if you really want me to give you more concepts and ideas for the characters, atmosphere or if you want full arts of the design I just showed, let me know in the comments. Don’t hesitate on giving me your truest opinion may it be positive or negative on this concept and if you think it could work for a DLC or sequel! See you next time :D !

wait… what is that ? Where’s The Noise ?

let’s… let’s not talk about him…

[poly-alt-partner]

Hide and Seek - Sam Golbach X Fem!Reader - Part 2

Okay. Finally. After weeks of waiting, here it is! I am really sorry for how long this took for me to finish, everyone. Thank you all for your patience and understanding. I know I made you wait waaaay too long for the ending.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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“I am not kidding, there was a little girl - a little girl laugh - like ‘ahahaha’ over in the corner. There’s no other girls in the building, (Y/n) is right beside me.”

“Dude, we were just talking quietly. That was creepy as hell!” You looked around and sat quietly for a moment. “I kind of hope we get found soon so we don’t have to deal with any entity alone.”

“Hey, you’ve got me right here,” Sam teased.

“Cool, so I can just push you forward and book it, yeah?” You joked back. Luckily it was common for you two to interact like this in front of the cameras so it wouldn’t seem weird to Sam and Colby’s fans.

“Why are you so mean to me?”

“Who was it that planned this challenge without telling anyone?” You pointed out, crossing your arms and giving him a fake glare.

“Okay, fair. But it shouldn’t be too much longer. Colby’s at least found some of the guys.”

Sam and you both sit in silence for a few minutes, waiting to see if anything else happens. Eventually Sam turns the camera off again and turns to you. “We can probably get a bit more time together before they find us.”

“Oh? Are you that eager, Golbach?” Now it was your turn to tease him a little.

“Now that I know I can kiss you, I don’t want to pass up the opportunity.” With his infectious smile he leans in closer. You smile and chuckle a little before quickly giving in. I can’t fault him for being honest, but I can at least give him shit about it. While kissing Sam you grab onto his jumper again, but this time pull him closer just to be mischievous. Apparently it flipped a switch because Sam suddenly had his hands on your waist and was pulling you onto him. You held in a shriek of surprise as not to give yourselves away. Without pause the kiss was becoming more heated as you snaked your arms around his neck, losing all sense of your surroundings. You wanted so badly to just melt into Sam and enjoy this moment forever.

Pulling away slowly, Sam stares into your eyes with his own baby blues and smiles at you. Suddenly you feel a little self conscious and your stomach is full of butterflies.

“What?” You ask softly, wanting to hide your face.

“You’re breathtaking, (Y/n).” Sam rubs little circles on your lower back before continuing. “And not just because we made out.”

You scoff and roll your eyes at him despite the smile on your face. The two of you are brought back to the present as you hear the whole group (Colby and The Boys) calling for you and Sam. With a small pout you leave Sam’s lap and pick up your camera. He stands up and dusts himself off before picking up his.

“I guess we won.”

“I’d say,” Sam jokes as he nudges you, earning a small shove to his shoulder. He laughs and leaves the Gymnasium with you following behind. As you both near the railing of the upper floors Sam whistles to draw their attention.

“Sam, whistle!” Colby yells out. He whistles again. “No fucking way!” The guys start looking around confused since the whistle is bouncing around the building.

“It’s coming from everywhere, guys,” You hear Josh say.

Juicy pipes up. “I swear to god if Sam walks outta that door and is like ‘Hey guys, I was just going to the bathroom,’ I’m gonna fucking lose it.” No one knew that you two were hiding together and you wondered if you should try to split off to seem less suspicious.

Sam whistled again and everyone immediately looked up at the two of you. So much for not being suspicious.

“He’s right upstairs!” Mully shouts out.

“We didn’t check the other side,” Colby says, a little disappointed. Honestly they probably would have found the two of you sooner if they did. You weren’t sure if you would have preferred that or not considering the shenanigans the two of you got into.

As the two of you walked down the stairs, Narrator turned to Colby. “I told you I saw them running around together!” He turned to you and Sam. “Why didn’t you two split up?”

“I didn’t want to leave (Y/n) alone in case something happened.”

“You’re just saying that because you wanted to steal her away!” Colby countered. He wasn’t wrong since he knew better than anyone how you and Sam interact with one another.

“I’m the only girl here, so I didn’t want to be alone in case the male ghosts felt like getting handsy,” you pointed out. This was a men’s prison after all and many of the inmates probably went decades without a woman’s presence.

“Yo I didn’t even think about that. They totally would target (Y/n) if she were alone.”

“Yeah (Y/n), this is a boys only investigation.” Mully said, obviously joking. You made a face at him and flipped him off when the camera wasn’t pointed at you. They were all pretty nice and always teased one another so you didn’t mind being included. If anything it was just like spending time with Sam and Colby, only twice as chaotic.

Since you and Sam won you both chose Mully to go solo in solitary confinement, especially since he decided to pick on you. The investigation only got more interesting and creepy from there, especially with the entity known as Mr. Nasty. You were happy when it was time to wrap up and head to the hotel for the rest of the night.

“I think running around to hide took more energy than I thought,” you sighed as you climbed into the back of the rental car.

“You sure that’s the only thing you were doing when you and Sam ran off?”

“Other than getting scared by that little girl, yes.”

“Suuuuure,” Colby said as he started up the car. You were pretty sure Sam would tell him about you two later, if he hadn’t already.

Later, you thought to yourself. Did he mean tomorrow? It’s already kind of late and we’re all pretty exhausted. Once again your heart was fluttering and your cheeks felt warm as you remembered what happened in the gymnasium. You were glad Colby had to focus on driving so he couldn’t see your face in the rearview.

After arriving at the hotel and lugging the equipment up to the boy’s room you stretched and yawned. “I think I’m gonna head to my room for the night. See you guys tomorrow?”

“I’ll go ahead and walk you to your room, (Y/n),” Sam volunteers as he sets down the last bag of equipment.

“Don’t have too much fun, you two,” Colby calls out, busy unpacking some stuff.

“Yeah, yeah.” Sam follows you out the bedroom door and walks with you down the hall. It’s super quiet in the building as the other guests sleep the night away. You feel awkward again and fidget as you walk beside Sam, glancing at him. He catches your eye and smiles before taking your hand in his. Your heart lurches and you smile back.

You reach your room and unlock it before turning to say good night. Sam suddenly pulls you closer to him and leans in close, glancing between your eyes and your lips. “Can I come in?”

“S-sure,” you manage to stutter. You open the door and wait for Sam to step in first before entering. The interior is pretty much the same as the room Sam and Colby are sharing for the trip, except less bags scattered around. They have more equipment and cameras to keep track of for their investigations. Since you aren’t much of a content creator you only have a few items of your own for trips like these.

Sam turns to you and gently takes your hand in his, seeming a little nervous. “I wanted to make sure things were good between us before doing much else,” he explains. “I really do like you and I want to take things slow, make sure we’re both comfortable.”

“I don’t make out with just anyone at a haunted jail, Sam.” You tease with a soft smile. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“I’m glad I’m not just anyone, then.”

“Obviously.” You step closer and look up at Sam, squeezing his hand a little. “I’ve liked you for a long time, Sam. I’m definitely comfortable with being close to you and kissing and stuff.”

“And stuff?” Sam raises his eyebrows at you, curious but also intrigued. “Hey, what happened to going slow?”

“I’m comfortable with whatever you are, (Y/n). And you are the one that said ‘stuff’ which is extremely vague.”

You scoff and roll your eyes at him. “Yeah, yeah. I didn’t mean right now.”

“I know. But I’m happy to do whatever with you.” He squeezes your hand and smiles at you.

“Now who’s being vague?” You tease. Now Sam rolled his eyes before putting his free hand on your waist and gently pulling you against him. Even though you two had already made out, your ears felt hot and you felt shy under his gaze. There wasn’t any time to think about it before Sam’s lips were on yours; that familiar warmth you experienced hours ago. You had all but forgotten how long you yearned for this, how long you waited to be held by Sam like this. It almost felt like a vivid dream that would disappear if you weren’t careful.

The feeling of his tongue grazing your bottom lip brought you back to the present. Sam’s movements seemed hesitant as he waited for your reaction, testing the waters of what was acceptable. You let go of Sam’s hand to hold the back of his neck and pull him further into you, opening your mouth for full exploration. Suddenly it was as if floodgates had opened as he gingerly moved his hand up to cup the side of your face, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Although his tongue lounged forward to caress yours he was still gentle and attentive.

It felt like the kiss lasted forever and not long enough at the same time when you both pulled away. Sam’s hair was messed up, his lips red and a little swollen from you nibbling on them here and there. He gave a lopsided grin as he planted a kiss on your forehead.

“I think that’s enough for tonight, as much as I would like to stay here with you.”

“Do you think we should wait until we get back to the states to make things, y’know, official?” You ask, absentmindedly messing with the sleeve of his shirt.

“We can tell Colby and The Boys if you want to,” Sam offers. “I’ve missed out on being with you long enough.”

A smile crosses your lips as you match his warm gaze. “Yeah, we can do that. Worry about the social stuff after the trip.”

“Works for me, cutie.”

“Cutie?” You chuckle and shake your head.

“It’s less forward than babe or baby,” Sam counters before feigning a pout. “You don’t like it?”

“It’s alright,” You tease as you kiss his cheek. “We can always worry about semantics later.”

Sam heaves a sigh dramatically before glancing at the door to your hotel room. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Of course. Now get back to your room before Colbs decides to make you sleep in the hallway.”

“You wouldn’t let me stay here with you?”

“Sam, if you stay in my room I’m afraid I won’t be able to sleep. And not because we’d be doing ‘stuff’, mind you.”

“Yeah, alright. Goodnight, (Y/N). I’m glad we are together now.”

Your heart swells and warms up at his words. “Me too. Goodnight, Sam.” He begrudgingly walks to the door and looks back at you as he opens the door. With a final wink Sam walks out and closes the door behind him. You sigh and plop down onto your hotel bed to process everything that had happened throughout the day. It was hard to suppress the squeal that was threatening to escape your lips as you recounted your moment with Sam in the gaol. If it weren’t for my big mouth, who knows how much longer it would have been before you confessed.

Despite the giddiness and the constant replay of the kisses you exchanged with Sam, you managed to get ready for bed and settled in to sleep. Eventually the exhaustion of the investigation began to set in, allowing you to drift off and dream of your adorable boyfriend.

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Was I rushing to end this? Maybe. Did I take too long to even finish the second part? YES.

However, I really really hope to do better with posting these in the future. And that you like this, of course. Thank you again!

[thisisyourprincipalspeaking]

I just find it crazy how this situation can be viewed logically on either side and the POSSIBILITY that this man used his real relationship to draw attention is still there, things were planted, remember celebs show us what THEY want. I don’t believe Chris faked an image all of these years, but I do understand we don’t know him like that and many people have other sides to them.

Chris shows what he wants and I have a prime example. When they did the pap walk there were three different angles filmed. The before, during and after the pap walk. I noticed in the before he was calm, cool and collected and walked with stride, during the pap walk, he was hunched over and speed walking, after…. again not realizing he was being filmed except probably during the pap walk, this man went back to his cool walk. I went this has to be PR because wtf?

But now after he’s now publicly married, I can only go idk what’s actually going on but it’s a mess because either this is pr gone way too far for whatever reason or this man married this girl, it’s real but he didn’t want to lose his fan base so thus we get is he or isn’t he because people refuse to believe Chris is no better than the other 40+ Hollywood and regular Joe’s who seek out young women for whatever reason.

Many possibilities here but the one truth is all opinions, assumptions and theories are NOT facts!

Some could be wrong or right on the nail, but we won’t know unless they end up with a child then at that point no one should be screaming PR. Even if they “divorced” speculation would still continue and those thinking this is real would blame the fandom for breaking them up. While the pr crew would gloat and say told you so, it’ll never end. 🤷🏻‍♀️

I look at the entire thing like this, Chris is willfully in this. The assumption is maybe CAA had him hogtied (yes I’m being sarcastic) and threaten to blacklist him but you see how crazy that sounds, so logically what 43 yr old would be publicly married to a 20 something year old if he didn’t want to? But then you think of the horrific things done in Hollywood and how and why various PR stunts are done and it makes you wonder if you’re right or crazy to make an assumption that Chris might not have as much say so as we’d like to think, I can’t think of many reasons are to why fake a marriage for PR, (dude went from “I’m never doing multiple projects to completing two out of three new ones. Were these new projects his “reward”? The many times he’s stated things that made one “read between the lines” ie “The industry makes you do things you don’t want”, “I’m an alone guy”, etc, many people wondered why he’s never been married, now that he is, no more speculating if he’s gay, or what’s wrong with him that this man who supposedly so great, isn’t tied down) NOTE: I wish society didn’t pressure people into feeling like something is wrong if they aren’t married or don’t have kids by a certain timeframe, but that’s an entirely different discussion, back to the topic……so now we’re back to square one……is this real or PR.

This cycle has been going around and around for two plus year now and at some point I’m like either people will start walking away if this continues or once this ends they’ll walk away or if the unfortunate truth comes in form of a child, the fandom will walk away…….but nope with either outcome many will still be here discussing whatever happens next.

Again…..this (the speculation, stalking, assumption, etc) will never end.

Everything isn’t always as it seems so if one chooses to keep following this shitshow, please keep in mind your brain will fill in things automatically regardless if you think this is real or fake, and that doesn’t make whatever you think TRUTH!

At the end of the day people will do as they please, so please don’t allow anyone to rile any of you up over potential bs. 😎

Happy Weekend to you all! ☀️

i think that the given situation can be logically argued from both sides is an indication of marketing done well.

i may not like or agree with all the details and wish many things were very different, but the fact that there are still people around to discuss both perspectives says the showrunners accomplished at least that. and in a world where people's attention spans are nearly non-existent and news cycles faster than usain bolt, it's impressive.

[cannibal-stag]

about this blog (and me) :3

my name is fable (or fae for short), and this is my hannibal sideblog that i finally made after months of telling myself i didn't need another sideblog

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[justaghostingon]

The Yiling Laozu’s Lost Spells part 2 AKA Chaos in Canon

 part 1 

Wei ying and mo xuanyu were originally planning to just run away, but alas, the Mo family plus the lans plus a freaky hand get in the way

Seriously, what was with that freaky hand? Mo Xuanyu’s used to working with weird stuff but nothing like that. Was that what normal cultivators deal with?

He tries to ask Wei Ying, but Wei ying is to busy freaking out over Hanguang-jun showing up, and what if he saw me???!

Mo xuanyu (excited to see his OTP happening): If you’re worried about looking your best, I can help with that.

Wei ying: I don’t want to look my best! I’m the fourth most handsome master! He’ll recognize me! I want you to make me look so different he’ll never guess it was me! Can you do that?

Mo Xuanyu, who both the soul of a theatre kid and literal years of petty frustrations to work out, was more than willing to take up the task. (But not too bad, he does want his OTP to reunite after all) Thus Wei Ying becomes his “Poor old senile grandpa.” Complete with artfully drawn wrinkles and a shawl for warmth.

Wei ying is having way to much fun pretending to be senile though, so Mo Xuanyu guesses he lost there. 

As they travel Mo Xuanyu asks him about the talismans. The Radishes, the release statements, the grass butterflies, he’s had literal years to study these talismans and he doesn't know how they work fully, he has questions. 

Wei ying is thrilled to see someone respects him for something other than his demonic cultivation or the sword path he can no longer follow. He is happy to tell him what he remembers, but its not much, he wrote most of them in a sleepy haze at 2 in the morning, and he kind of suspects Mo Xuanyu knows more than he does at this point.

Is Mo Xuanyu mad that his whole job is the result of a guy’s sleepy 2am ideas? A little. But at least the Yiling Patriach seems mostly interested in sticking around and helping him instead of going off to form his own cultivation path with all his fake-ass fans. Take that Xue Yang. They’re gonna do their own thing, and it’s gonna be awesome

Then they run into Jin Ling

Jin Ling does not take well to seeing his Uncle who one day was there, serving him tea with a peacock tail, and the next day was gone and everyone started calling an incestuous cut-sleeve. He didn’t even say goodbye!

 Wei ying does not take well to Jin ling not taking well, and proceeds to insult him. 

Mo xuanyu slaps a hand over his mouth and says to ignore his “poor senile grandpa”

Wei Ying: Yeah! Respect your elders kid!

Mo Xuanyu: shut up I am begging you

Wei Ying then tries to use a talisman to release little apple but grabs the wrong one

It was the peacock tail one

Mo Xuanyu tackles Wei ying

Jiang cheng comes into the scene to see his nephew and his nephew’s weird uncle have peacock tails, the latter of which is wrestling an old man under a donkey still caught up in the nets.

Jiang Cheng: ....Weird shit?

Jin Ling (nodding): weird shit

As if it couldn’t get any worse, Hanguang-jun appears to free Little Apple, and see Mo Xuanyu and “the old man” rolling around in the dirt.

There’s no way Mo Xuanyu can reveal to him who the old man is now, Not when he saw him rolling in the ground with the love of Hanguang-jun’s life. The assumptions he’ll make!

Mo Xuanyu: I”m taking my very old and totally senile grandpa back on the night hunt now! Bye!

Lan Sizuhi: A night hunt? With a senile elder? Are you sure you don’t want us to look after him until its over? We have Tea!

Mo Xuanyu (shoving Wei ying forward faster): NO thanks! We’re good!

They should have left right then, but they didn’t want to draw any suspicion. That was a mistake

“Did you make this?” Mo Xuanyu yells to Wei ying as they are running from the giant fairy statue.

“No! Why would you think I made it?” Wei ying yells back. “I don’t make every weird thing that happens to us!”

“Yes! Yes you are!”

The statue grabs Jin Ling, and to save him, MO Xuanyu pulls out his most dangerous talisman: the cooking one. 

Now the statue is trying to cook and use jin ling as an ingredient.

Wei ying summons Wen ning just as MO Xuanyu tries again.

Now Wen ning is hit with the cooking talisman. 

There’s a cook off, Wen Ning is winning. Wen Ning makes rock soup out of the statue. Wen Ning is now trying to force the juniors to eat it. The juniors are crying. So is Wen Ning.

Mo Xuanyu realizes one of the is going to have to hug the ghost general to make this stop. He is not doing it. Even if the ghost general is kinda hot for a corpse. He’s not risking getting fed rock soup.

Wei ying does it.

And jiang sheng comes in. Again.

Jiang Cheng: Wei WuXian! 

Mo Xuanyu: NO it was to release the spell I swear!

Jiang cheng whips Wei ying. Mo Xuanyu watches with baited breath, terrified he’ll have lost his friend before he even really got to know him. Hanguang-jun jumps in to Wei ying’s side but its to late, he’s hit. He goes down, But to the shock of all of them, Wei ying gets back up.

“You whipped me!” He says in his absolute worst old man voice. “Unfillital! No respect for your elders! Hitting old men who can’t defend themselves, what has this generation come too? Humph!”

Hanguang-Jun gently helps him to his feet, placing himself between Jiang cheng and wei ying. Wei ying blushes

“Oh now here’s a polite young man,” Wei ying leans into Lan zhan’s space. “And so handsome too! I could eat you up!”

Wei ying thinks he’s being that annoying type of elder who pinches your cheeks and makes lan zhan want to leave quicker. Mo xuanyu wishes Wei ying would stop flirting with his boyfriend before he gets them caught.

“Mark your words,” Goes Lan Zhan, sweeping up Wei ying in his arms.

Mo xuanyu wants to faint.

“why is Hanguang-jun taking that old man?” one of the juniors mutters

“It’s a cutsleeve thing!” MO xuanyu blurts out. “We like older men!” then winces at the very stupid excuse. 

“You would know.” goes the junior nastily. Mo Xuanyu wilts, remembering for the first time in a while what all these people think of him.

Jin ling proceeds to hit said junior in the back with his bow. No one insults his uncle but him. 

 “You’d better come with us,” Lan Sizuhi offers, slipping beside Mo Xuanyu. “You'll be a welcome guest at Cloud recesses, and you’ll want to be with your grandpa of course.”

“I’m allowed?” Mo Xuanyu asked, remembering that Lan Xichen was close to Jin Guangyao. He’d been certain they’d heard the rumors and didn’t want him anywhere near their precious pure cloud recesses. 

“Of course,” Lan Sizuhi smiles. “As if we’d ever ban the brave hero who saved Hanguang-jun and all those rabbits.”

“And the flowers,” Mo xuanyu reminds him, and follows. 

[alarrytale]

I just found your account and read pretty far back in your posts. I can’t tell you how spot on you are and that I agree 100% with your opinion. Especially with the facts you’ve shared about Louis improving his shows. I have all the same thoughts and have expressed them on X and in my gc, but of course I’m overrun with how ‘toxic’ I am. I’ve been to a few of Louis’ shows and watch the lives and it’s getting worse instead of better- he really is losing all charisma he ever had with the lad act (drinking, not knowing lyrics, unable to sing and relying on his band for that, etc). What particularly drives me mad is the way the audience is sending him so much energy during the songs and he responds by rubbing his hands and walking slowly back and forth across the stage. You can see the crowds energy instantly deflate. I hope he/mgt takes your ideas into consideration. I really want so much more for him!

And lastly, Harry is my favorite of all time- but I agree with you when you said he’s a coward. I hate that though.

Hi, anon!

Welcome to my blog! It's hard to criticise H and L in this fandom without being branded toxic, a hater, a complainer or being entitled. There is so much blind idolatry and fan policing happening to make people conform and behave like sheep. That does not make for a happy and thriving fandom.

To make a successful artist you need two things. An artist who respects, appriciates and caters to their fandom, and a fandom who supports the artist. You need both to make a successful artist. Some people in this fandom believe that the artist should be supported regardless. Even if the artist doesn’t respect their fandom, doesn’t appreciate it, and only cater to their own needs while disregarding the fandom's. If the artist keep doing that, they'll lose fans. Fans have plenty of artists to spend time and money on. Artists need to fight for attention from fans and the general public. The artists who don't manage to hold fans attention, feed them, appreciate them and engage them will struggle to have their songs chart, have their tickets sell, get gigs like festivals and get invited to events.

We as fans are entitled to the bare minimum of respect. Louis isn't and hasn't been very respectful to his fandom majority, the larries. He's downright been disrespectful. We as fans don’t need to tolerate being ridiculed, called delusional or mocked. It's also not respectful to be late to go on stage, not knowing the order of the songs or your own lyrics. It's disrespectful to cancel a whole leg of your with a half assed apology and no real explanation. This should all be bare minimum. People have travelled hours to be there, queued for hours to get barricade and spend a months wage to pay for the tickets, travel and accomodation. Respect their time and money spent.

Fans need to feel appreciated and wanted. Larries don't always feel wanted. We also sometimes don't feel catered to when we get things we didn’t ask for, like a propaganda piece of a documentary, stunting or him taking the fan popular songs off the playlist, while giving us a random song cover. Fans are allowed to say, that's not right, that's not cool and feel disappointed.

Neither H nor L are perfect. They do have good and bad sides. Things they're good at and things they're not good at. They fuck up too sometimes. It's important to try to compensate for your shortcomings and mend your mistakes. If you can’t give your fans what they deserve or ask for, then give them something else that will draw the attention away from it. If you've fucked up, do better next time.

Louis is closeted and he needs to uphold a fake image. He's treating larries like shit, he's stunting, lying and gaslighting. When you can’t deliver on respect and appreciation for your fans, it even more important that he compensates by catering to us. His biggest hindrance to deliver on that is his self-confidence. It's stopping him from letting his guard down and being his charming and funny self. He can't afford to also not deliver on catering to fans, because he can't compensate on respect and appreciation. So he needs to give us exactly what we ask for and what the majority wants. Even if that entails wearing chinos and suspenders for a show. Suck it up.

We tolerate at lot that fans shouldn't need to tolerate for the sake of H and L's closet and relationship. If being a fan and dealing with stunts, fandom wars, being called a conspiracy theorist and your idol hanging out with horrible people is going to be worth it, then they both need to put on one hell of a show and give us albums of bangers after bangers. Or else it won't be worth it. The deal is off.

[keiththecat]

Admissible (Part Eight)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader (You)

Summary: You've always hunted alone. That is, until Bobby sends you on a hunt near the Winchester brothers. How will things change when they come to help?

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: 18+, series typical violence and monsters, weapons, cursing, groping/ almost sexual assault, self-doubt/ self-esteem issues, character death, injuries, hurt/comfort

Author's Note: Thank you all for continuing to read! I hope you continue to enjoy it!! Y/N is your name, and feedback is always welcome. Thanks for reading and thanks for all the love so far! <3

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of the related characters. The Supernatural series is created by Eric Kripke and owned by The CW Network. This work of fan fiction is for entertainment only. I am not making a profit of any kind from this story. All rights of the original Supernatural series belong to The CW Network.

Part One

AO3 link here

You wake to an empty bed, rubbing your eyes and sitting up. You feel conflicted to wake alone, disappointed that Sam left you but hoping he left to continue researching. You get out of bed and put your boots back on. When you open the door and step out of Sam’s room, you find yourself no longer inside the bunker. Now inside a grandiose room, the ceilings are stories above you, covered in an intricate painting depicting what looks like angels and war. The floor is smooth black marble, the walls are covered in framed art . Looking behind you for the door you came through, you find a solid wall with more art on it. So a giant room with only one giant set of doors across from me. Totally not weird or suspicious.

You go to draw your gun, hand grasping at air. You pat yourself and find yourself completely unarmed. You sigh, then square your shoulders and move forward. You push one of the doors open, finding it surprisingly easy to open considering its absurdly large size. It opens to a similarly sized room, with the same high ceiling and walls of art. This room, however, has a large fireplace on the wall to your left, and several red couches and chairs around it. There are also several different doors along the walls of this room. There is a man sitting in one of the chairs, facing you. He has short brown hair and a beard that is greying on the sides. He’s wearing a solid black suit, complete with black shirt and a grey tie. He sits tall with an air of cockiness about him.

“Welcome, Y/N. Please, come have a seat,” he says, British accent prominent, gesturing to the seats near him.

You eye him skeptically, but figuring you have no other option, you move into the room and sit on a couch facing him. You sit on the edge of the seat, tense.

“Please relax, we need to talk. Believe me, if I wanted you dead, you would be already,” he says. You sit back, attempting to appear relaxed. You’re sure he can tell you’re faking, but he continues anyway. “I’m sure you have many questions. I’ll be a gentleman and allow you to go first.”

“Okay. Who are you and where am I?”

He smiles, “ah, starting with the easy ones. My name is Crowley, King of Hell. We’re in your dream.”

You raise an eyebrow, “I’m still asleep?”

“Yes, you’re still sleeping. This is just a little something I whipped up so we could chat, just us,” he says, gesturing with his arms like he’s presenting it to you. “I didn’t think Moose, Squirrel, and Wings would appreciate me dropping in to talk to you.”

“Who?” you ask, confused.

“The Winchesters and their angel,” he answers. 

“Oh, okay. And why am I here?”

“Well,” he leans forward, clasping his hands in front of him, “I heard you had a run in with a little group I’ve been looking for. I believe they’re calling themselves ‘The Night.’”

You cross your arms and lean back in your seat, unsure if you should trust him. As you’re scrutinizing him, you are hit with a wave of Sam’s scent, and you instinctively close your eyes to take a deep breath.

“Ah,” Crowley says, standing and stepping closer to you, “you’re starting to wake up and our time is nearly over. Tell the boys to summon me if you want my help with those pests. I believe we can help each other.”

The room in front of you melts away, leaving you in darkness. You can feel small movements against the side of your head, and you realize the movements are Sam’s chest moving with his breaths. At some point in your slumber, you managed to roll on top of him, your legs tangled with his and his arms wrapped around you. You turn and burrow your face into his chest, and you can feel Sam chuckle under his breath. 

“I met Crowley,” you mumble into his chest.

You feel Sam stiffen, “what? When?”

“In my dream. He was in my dream.” You turn your head, placing your chin on Sam’s chest so you can look at him. His brows are furrowed and he looks concerned. “He said to tell you to summon him if we want his help with those demons. Said he’s been looking for them, too.”

“Huh,” Sam hums and relaxes slightly, “I guess I hadn’t considered checking with him yet. Could be worth talking to Dean and Cass about, maybe we could at least get some info from Crowley about them.” You can see the wheels in his mind turning, weighing the consequences.

“So you guys are familiar enough with the King of Hell that he has nicknames for you?” you ask.

Sam rolls his eyes, “that’s one of his favorite ways to amuse himself. What did he call us?”

“Moose, Squirrel, and Wings,” you answer. “I’m guessing you’re ‘Moose?’”

“Unfortunately,” Sam answers, but you can see his dimples threatening to make an appearance.

You close your eyes and tuck your face back into Sam’s chest for a moment, and he tightens his arms around you in response. “How long was I out?”

You feel him move his arm to look at his watch, “a little over six hours.”

You roll over, laying beside him and looking at him with your brows furrowed, “and you’ve been laying here bored for six hours?”

“I wasn’t bored. I was reading,” he gestures to a book on the nightstand beside him. “Plus, you’re pretty cute when you sleep.”

“Oh, only when I’m sleeping, huh?” you tease. Sam’s cheeks turn red, and you can feel yours start to color in response. “Sorry,” you continue, looking at the ceiling, “should we talk about this?”

“Yeah- um-,” Sam stutters shyly, “I mean- I’m all in. I think I have been since I first saw you in that diner.”

“Yeah,” you admit, still looking at the ceiling to avoid eye contact, “I’m in, too. I was definitely trying to fight it at first out of fear. And- I mean- I’m definitely still afraid. I know we hunters don’t really get the luxury of getting close with anyone. I guess I’m kind of hoping that since we’re both in the life, it’ll work out, you know? At least we both know what to expect.”

Sam reaches over and takes your hand, interlocking your fingers, “I’m afraid, too, Y/N. But I know it’ll be worth it.”

You turn to look at each other, and you see his questioning eyes land on your lips, wordlessly asking for permission. You give him a smile and small nod. He releases your hand and slides his right arm under your head. He leans toward you, bringing his left hand to your cheek and his lips to yours. His soft lips meld against yours, and you turn your bodies toward each other, wrapping your arms around him. He wraps his left leg over both of yours, pulling you closer. His tongue touches your lower lip, asking permission and you open willingly. You lose yourself in the kiss and his embrace, both of you pulling away and gasping for air after a while. 

“Wow,” Sam breathes.

“Yeah,” you agree. You find it so easy to lose yourself in the strong feelings you have for Sam. You still have your reservations, but it helps to know he’s nervous, too.

“I hate to say it,” Sam says, “but as much as I want to lay here with you in my arms even longer, we should probably go catch Dean and Cass up on things.” You agree, and he gives you another sweet peck on the lips before getting out of bed. You get up, grabbing your weapons and boots. You rub your arms, feeling chilled now that you’re no longer in Sam’s arms. You turn around as Sam, already dressed and ready again, tosses a blue flannel at you. You catch the shirt smoothly before looking at him with furrowed brows.

“You know my room with my clothes is right across the hall, right?” you ask, pulling the flannel on anyway and enjoying how much it smells like Sam.

“I know but you’ll look better in mine,” Sam smiles and shrugs, offering his hand to you, “ready?”

You take his hand, letting him lead you out of the room to look for the others.

*

You find Dean and Cass in the library, surrounded by books but talking. 

“So Crowley is involved now,” Sam says as you two enter the room. Dean and Cass turn to look at you, both looking concerned. You and Sam take seats across from them, and you proceed to tell them all the details of your dream and conversation with the demon.

“I think we should see what he knows. He said he was looking for them, too. Maybe he wants them gone as much as we do,” you say.

“Problem is,” Dean explains, “Crowley will only help if it benefits him, too. He’ll always put himself first.”

“So we play it safe and plan as if he’s going to cross us. Surely the four of us can handle him, right?” you ask, looking between the men. “I mean, we’ve got the best hunter trio and me. We’re golden, right?”

“Y/N is right,” Cass says, giving you a small smile, “we can handle Crowley.”

Happy that Cass seems to be on your side, you look at the two brothers. They are looking at each other, seeming to have a silent conversation with minimal facial expressions. Finally, Dean looks at you, “alright, we’ll summon him. But first, how do you feel about tattoos?”

“Why?” you ask, looking between the brothers. 

Dean nods, taking your non-answer as an answer, and points at Cass, “Cass, you good to do your rib thing for her? I can take care of the other one.” Cass nods. Dean stands, patting Sam on the shoulder, “alright. Sammy, meet you in the infirmary?” Dean leaves the room.

You look at Sam, hoping he’ll give you an answer. “What’s all this?”

“Well, if you’re gonna be dealing with the bigger things now, you should be protected,” Sam explains. “Cass can give you an Enochian tattoo on your ribs that will help with any angel issues, and Dean can give you an anti-possession tattoo. If you’re okay with all that.”

“If it’s something you recommend, I’ll do it. Do you have these tattoos?”

Sam pulls aside the collar of his shirt, revealing a black symbol on his chest: a pentacle with spokes around it. “Can’t really show you the Enochian one, it’s literally on my ribs.”

“Oh- uh- ouch?”

“Yeah, it’ll hurt for a moment. But it’ll help in the long run, I promise,” Sam takes your hands. “You okay with this?”

You nod, determined. “Yeah, let’s do it. Time to really initiate me into the group, huh?” You look to Cass, “you okay with marking me up?”

Cass nods, “anything to help.”

“You ready?” Sam asks. You nod, holding his hand. Sam nods to Cass, who places a hand on your side. You feel an intense burn under his hand, but it passes after a few short moments, leaving behind only a small ache. Cass removes his hand, “all finished.”

“Thanks, Cass,” you smile at the angel, who returns the gesture. You look back at Sam, “and you say Dean will give me the other one to match you? How?”

“Well,” Sam explains, “he has a tattoo gun. So if you’re okay with a less-than-professional job, we can do it without leaving the bunker.”

Your eyebrows shoot up high, “Dean can tattoo?”

*

A short while later and you are set up on a stretcher in the bunker’s infirmary, since that is the closest to a sterile environment as you’ll be able to get. Sam and Cass are off gathering supplies to summon Crowley, and Dean is meticulously tattooing your skin with the anti-possession symbol. His phone is sitting on a counter next to him, classic rock playing through its speakers.

“So, a tattoo gun, huh?” you ask, making conversation to get to know Dean better but also to distract yourself from the feeling of being tattooed.

He stops working to glance at you with a raised eyebrow, then continues after gently wiping his work. “Thought it would come in handy someday. And would you look at that? I was right.”

“So did you do your tattoo and Sam’s?”

He shakes his head, “no, we went to a shop for ours. I got the gun after that, just in case any other symbols or touch ups were needed later.”

You nod, “that makes sense. But I didn’t think you’d be the artistic type.”

Dean shrugs, looking slightly embarrassed, “I learned over the years.”

“That’s cool, Dean,” you admit. “Plus, it fits the whole leather jacket/ motorcycle/ bad-boy thing you’ve got going on.” 

He smirks, shaking his head at your teasing. “Careful, Y/N, I’ve got control of the needles that are stabbing you right now.”

You laugh a little, doing your best not to jostle Dean’s work. “So how many tattoos do you have?”

“Just a few little ones. Nothing crazy. Had to practice somewhere,” he justifies, and you hum in response. 

Some more time passes with just his music filling the room, but it’s comfortable. Well, as comfortable as it can be with needles stabbing into you repeatedly.

“So,” Dean asks as he puts on the finishing touches, “you and Sammy have a good talk?”

You smile, “I think so, yeah.”

He places a bandage over your new tattoo, “I noticed you’re wearing his shirt.”

You blush. “I was cold and he gave it to me,” you argue.

Dean hums, unbelieving, and smirks at you. “Alright, well, your tattoo is all done.” He turns and puts his tattoo gun away in a cabinet. You stand, heading for the door and wrapping yourself further into Sam’s shirt subconsciously when Dean calls after you, “and Y/N?” You start to turn around, but Dean comes up beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and walking with you through the hallway. “I like you, but don’t hurt my brother.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Dean,” you state, Dean’s threat clear to you. He squeezes your shoulder before letting go, the two of you walking side by side to the dungeon to summon Crowley.

Part Nine

[xxleigh]

It’s Halloween night and you come across Alucard at the bar. You don’t take him seriously when he says he’s a vampire because everyone dresses up as a vampire for Halloween. That was your biggest mistake.

CW: violence, biting, blood, death.

This is also my first time writing. Bear with me here.

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It was Halloween and there was no better way to celebrate than by getting plastered at your local bar. You decided to wear a vampire costume this year. You were usually very creative with your outfits, but you were feeling a bit lazy this year.

You stumbled your way to the bar, the alcohol already clouding your mind. You spot a man sitting at the bar. He had broad shoulders and long black hair. His aura should be intimidating to anyone, but not to you. Maybe you were too drunk to notice his glowing eyes as you took a seat next to him.

“What are you supposed to be?” You ask while flagging down the bartender for another drink.

He looks you up and down taking in your painfully obvious vampire outfit. He finds it amusing how you’ve found yourself in the presence of a true vampire who could snap your neck like a twig without second thought.

“Why I’m a vampire of course. The best one around.” His voice comes out like velvet.

You take a minute to examine him. He was wearing a black long sleeve shirt that had chains and buckles attached to it along with a pair of black leather pants. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was in a gimp costume.

“Did you choose a vampire from a movie? I’m going as one of Dracula’s wives!” You state proudly.

“Oh no, young lady I’m an original vampire. Not one of those ones you see in media,” he offers a menacing smile.

You don’t pick up on his menacing aura. You were far too drunk to notice the situation you were in. You naively show off your plastic fangs to him.

“I finally got these to stay on! One fell off in my drink earlier,” you raise your cup for emphasis, “had to fish it out and put it back on.”

“Fangs really set the whole outfit together don’t they? But…” he leans in close to you until your noses are touching and the smell of a cigar on his breath fans your face, “these aren’t fake.”

Now up close you can see his eyes are a deep crimson shade and seem to be giving off a faint glow. You were amazed by his dedication to the outfit realizing you forgot contacts of your own.

“I think you’ll find my fangs are far more durable than yours,” he traces his finger over the pulse in your neck.

His touch was like ice and sent shivers straight down your spine. The look in his eyes should’ve been enough to make you run, but you didn’t. Whether it be you were drunk or too stupid to sense the danger you were in.

“May I touch them?” You innocently ask as you wonder how he got them to stay on all night.

His eyes darken at your request, “why of course, little one,”

You don’t notice the way the glow in his eyes seems to intensify. You’re only focused on his fangs and how sharp they are. Much sharper than your store bought ones.

You slowly raise your arm to his fang and run the pad of your finger across it. He waited until seemed content with touching his fang before he bit your finger hard enough to draw blood.

You let out a shocked gasp and yank your finger away. You see your blood coating his razor sharp teeth. The action had caused you to sober up a significant amount.

“What the hell?” You angrily ask.

He turns to you with a feigned innocence plastered on his face, “I’m sorry doll. Did I bite too hard?” He licked the blood off his teeth.

Your blood ran cold. Something about his tone made every nerve in your body scream at you to run. You gathered your purse and slammed some money on the counter.

“Uh, nice meeting you. I think I’ve had my fun here,” you stammer over your words quickly putting distance between the two of you.

“That’s a shame. I haven’t had my fill yet,”

His words paralyzed you on the spot. You knew you had to get out. And you needed to get out now. You push past the sea of bodies crowding around the bar. You quickly lost sight of him and began looking for the exit. Once in your sight, you wrapped your sweaty hand around the cool metal bar and pushed.

The cool night air surrounded you and offered you relief from the panic you were feeling. You looked around and found that you took the alley exit, much to your dismay. Your car was around the building. As you begin to make your way to the safety of your car, you hear crunching gravel behind you. You whip around to see no one there.

“Fuck I’m being paranoid,” you think to yourself.

Then you hear it again, this time to your right. You spin around to see the man from inside the bar. Your eyes widen in terror. His menacing aura was felt by you. It was so strong your knees began to shake.

He didn’t give you time to speak before he began, “you know what I find interesting about the human body?” He begins circling you.

“There’s so many efficient ways to drain them of blood. My favorite though,” he stops right behind you, his breath tickling your neck, “is the throat.”

You shiver as his breath fans your sensitive neck. He presses his chest against your back and moves your hair to the side to gain full access to your bare throat.

“Please stop,” your voice comes out as a whisper.

“But we’ve just begun, little one.”

He lowers his mouth to your neck. Your panic begins to set in at full force. You pull yourself away from him and begin to run ignoring the pain your heels were causing your feet. Within a blink of an eye he lunged at you sending you crashing into the cold gravel beneath you.

He grabs both of your arms to effortlessly pin them above your head as he straddles you, “this won’t hurt,” he lets out a deep laugh that rumbles within his chest, “try not to scream.”

Before you could open your mouth to scream, his large hand covers your mouth leaving just his other hand to pin down both of yours. He can’t help but think of how pathetic you look under him. You looked absolutely terrified with tears brimming in your eyes. He wanted to see you cry. It was a sight he found most beautiful.

“Go on. Cry for me. Beg me to stop. Beg me to spare you,” he removed his hand from your mouth to see what you’d do.

You immediately try to call for help. He’s quick to silence you again, more forcefully this time. His hand engulfs the whole lower part of your face reminding you of just how small you are in comparison to him.

He watches the tears that fall from your eyes. He’s delighted to see such a beautiful little thing cry tears for him. He leans his face close to yours before darting his tongue out to lick your salty tears. He lets out a satisfied hum.

“Be a good girl and don’t make this too messy,”

His fangs graze the soft skin of your neck and you whimper. It was music to his ears. He gave a gentle nibble to see what other sounds he could pull from your mouth. He wasn’t disappointed when another whimper graced his ears.

Your blood was pumping so quickly now. He couldn’t contain himself. He sunk his teeth into your neck eagerly lapping up the sweet blood your veins offered him.

You clenched your fists in pain and tried to bite your lip, but his hold on your face made it hard to do much else, so you were left with letting out grunts of pain and muffled cries.

“Yes that’s it. Sing for me,” he had a crazed look now.

Your blood dripped from his mouth down his chin. He was quick to lick the blood from his chin, not wanting to waste any of your sweet gift.

He let go of your mouth. He wanted to hear all the sounds you were going to make for him as he feasted on your blood.

He ignored your pleas as he bit into your skin again. He had no intention of stopping this time. He greedily drank from you while your cries pierced the night.

You really were the best meal of his life.

[ajxrn-archive]

Omg Zhongli theme......... tell me all of your thoughts about him ever (please)

I FORGOT TO ANSWER THIS SORRY i just changed my theme too…four day late reply for u but hooray zhongli yapping!! I have like no zhongli headcanons ever I am such a fake ass fan.. (EDIT: this is going under a cut scrolling is annoying)

I think he just literally such a great character so it really bothers me that so many people dumb him down to “geo daddy” or “haha Childe’s broke sugar-baby” because he has so much fucking. potential. honestly I do still like zhong/chi because it’s cute and the dynamic is nice but their fanbase has honestly just. ruined those two characters lowkey if that makes sense. Kind of like those aggravate fans ruining haikaveh and cynonari yk??? Glances at That One Cynonari Artist.

One of my biggest pet peeves in fandom is how people just. force a character with a lot of traits down into a singular one it bugs me soo bad!!

If we’re talking headcanons, I’m gonna be really annoying for a minute!!!! I wish more people would draw him with dragon-ish and older features. as well as Chinese features.. he’s canonically Chinese even if he looks like a white twink in canon. zhongli baby why did they do that to you. In my heart he’s tall as hell and has very broad shoulders. That man is tanner and generally v big. He would be on the lean side and have very nice arms (all polearm users have nice arms in my heart…. It feels right…)

as for older features.. people should give him crows feet and smile lines more often he always looks great drawn with them yk?? I know he can canonically shapeshift but I think he would still appear as a middle aged man not a 20 year old twink.. He’s canonically one of the oldest characters in the game (oldest playable one if i remember right idk, if I’m forgetting someone.)

anyway. Dragon features zhongli drives me wild like.. pointed-round ears, a long tongue, him with his tail and horns.. idk something about it makes me sooo giddy i love dragon features on him. Sneaking some zhongluc in here sorryyy. What if diluc planted osmanthus at the winery for him. What then. I also think zhongli would be annoying and sprawl on top of Diluc because of how warm he is. cold lizard bf and warm pheonix bf. Speaking of character dynamics, I didn’t get to play lantern rite this year so I don’t know if they interacted, but him and furina makes me want to bite styrofoam. His voiceline about her means the world to me idk..

[its-chelisey-stuff]

UGH!!! I can accept a lot of opinions and different takes on the drama. I can even agree with them to some extent. But ONE thing I can never agree with is the HanYe slander. Because, what has this man actually done wrong?

This man is in pain and nobody is doing anything to get him out of his misery, and despite everything she’s done till now, this is where I draw the line with Anle. This is where I’m actually angry at her.

So, the man is a saint.

In fact, he takes it upon himself to right all the wrongs, even if it’s not something directly under him, like the flood case. Now, with respect to him bestowing a family jewel on the fake Ziyuan’s head and declaring her his Crown Princess in front of everyone despite no one on his side is all part of a promise he sworn to keep since he was a kid and has said repeatedly, since episode one, that he was gonna marry DiZiyuan. How can anyone be surprised he’s keeping that promise? And the only reason people are angry at him and are glad for his suffering now is because of something Anle herself (the real Ziyuan) did.

And one thing that actually has me gagging, as well as it did in the novel, is the fact that Cunning Minister and Anle are basically planning on letting him go through the marriage with an impostor, because it’s good for their plans. Like??? Excuse me, bitches?? 

And the situation in the drama is actually way, way worse, because the prince sees Luo as his friend. He’s being lied on both accounts, by the woman he loves and trusts and by his closest friend. And this psychopath Minister of a man (that is actually the one fueling even more Anle’s hate towards the Hans and her obsession for revenge) heard him said he was having doubts about fake Ziyuan and not wanting to marry the wrong person. And that freaking dying dude had the audacity of looking him dead in the eye and basically tell him to own up to his choices. WHAT THE FUCK?! Look, I just don’t hate ZIyuan. I don’t know if it’s Dilraba’s performance that I find more likeable than perphaps I should, or the fact that I find her vulnerable moments authentic enough for me to believe there’s a way back for her still, BUT I HATE Cunning Luo with a passion. Can he die already? I’m gonna be cheering.

This was my least favorite arc in the novel, in fact, I read it so fast I barely remember it (must be why I feel it’s longer), but thank goodness is about to end. The next part is actually my favorite bit besides the ending.

Well, on a fan level I’m actually loving Gong Jun in this. And I’m kind of surprised that this is one thing that lived up to my expectations. I look forward to see him suffer more in later eps!! lmao

[accio-victuuri]

ybo sdc rehearsal vlog sweets 🍬🧁

first of all, it’s so cute that ybo acknowledged the people who did dance covers @ douyin. i wish someday yibo himself will be a stereotypical tiktok boy and do a dance routine lol.

this post is mainly to point out the fact that xzs and ybo are dating. hahahahaha! atleast their social media manager of sorts or video editors are. or maybe their bosses. who knows.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Most turtles were probably thinking yesterday when xzs released their vlog if the 24 hour rule will apply. It doesn’t have to be a long video too, it can just be a photo set because ybo does post stock photos too. But no, it was more than we expected. ybo responded with a long form rehearsal vlog of their own. Not really a kadian but look at how close the posting time is. Lol. It’s okay it they both did it at 16:00 but YBO had to post earlier so it won’t be too obvious 😏

The start of both videos showed a supercut of what you will see for the rest of the vlog and both starts at around 0:03 🤍

What are the chances that they have the same style in starting a long form vlog that was published a day apart?

we also have Web showing off his apple watch. Yes dude we know. XZ was also doing the same in his vlog even if we know you’re both endorsing other watches. Also as we CPNd yesterday, XZS was probably hiding GG’s bottled joy container. Compared to Bobo, it’s in there. Lol. Of course, he is their endorser so that’s okay.

+ both using drawings to give more effect to the video.

i see some comments that say if one of them was a girl and with all these coincidences, most blogs will probably be saying they are real. het couples can have the barest similar things months and years apart and people will hold that as more credible. anyway, at least, this kind of thinking keeps them safe because it’s only turtles who pay attention and see this unless it is too obvious and so/os notice too. lol.

and oh! spotted that lone yellow light ⭐️

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Now let’s talk about more sensitive matters, because as much as I wanna scream and shout when things like this happen we also gotta be careful. You may be seeing posts that say they are both in Shanghai. allegedly. Treat it as a fake rumor. Bobo is, but we don’t know about GG. Again, what is important is their privacy and safety. If they don’t wanna be found then we shouldn’t make it hard for them. I saw some comments that a “fan” tried to take a photo of Web and yanyan warned them off. We already know how yibo absolutely hates it when fans follow him around. Airport is probably fine like outside which is a public space and as long as people don’t delay flights and crowd. But he doesn’t like it when fans go to his hotel or whatever. They are real people and deserve to have their own time. The things we pick up and possibly future same events together should be enough.

To those who are going to the BJYX ST, you also might see “burn after reading” comments. The gist of what is going around is this:

GG got picked up from Hangzhou by a vehicle with a Shanghai license plate. His hotel stay in HZ was also refunded. There are also allegedly 4 photos but you can’t find it now.

I cannot confirm who this is from or how reliable. even if they were, it’s pretty dodgy how someone can have this information even if it feeds the CPN machine. Imagine someone stalking GG or Yibo at their hotel and looking at where they go. It’s a clear invasion of privacy even if you just see it in passing is still 50-50 to me. So i’m just putting it here to archive this incident. Again, this is going around BXG circles in weibo. There is no “insider”, especially in international platforms that can confirm this as 100% true. I am labeling this as fake rumor and fan fiction. 👀

-END.

[waterparksdrama]

As a newer listener, I really have to ask: what WAS Waterparks originally about? What do fans feel like has changed so drastically that has made them borderline unlistenable to some? Is it Awsten himself, the genre-shifting further from pop punk, the (maybe lack of) lyricism, or something else? I know it’s a lot of questions, but with this new drop I feel like I’m seeing a lot of interesting takes and I’m curious.

waterparks at its core is kind of an odd juxtaposition of things. they're rock but not really. they're pop but not really. they're a band but...

i think to understand waterparks you have to understand how it started + how they even got the band name; this was a last-ditch effort by awsten to actually make it after o9k fell apart. desperation. probably one of the core pillars that founded the band really.

then you got the band name itself: literally just came to be from making fun of one of their members. mockery. mostly lighthearted but y'know.

finally you got self awareness, the kind that comes in self referential lyrics throughout their discography and their humor online.

all of these are different things but i think they're all things that have unsaid lines. and when those lines are crossed, they become less of a trait and more of a weakness.

even without genre shifts and blunt lyrics and los angeles delusion, i think at the end of the day when awsten teeters over the lines for the things that waterparks is at its core, it becomes more meanspirited and fake and drifting further from something grounded in reality. awsten's getting older. he won't be able to keep up with the youth that've started to pave their own way.

there's something so simple and hopeful about parx's early releases that've become muddled over time into the same few topics awsten tends to write about now that can come off as whiny and self inflicted anyways. he's already in a fairly profitable band. he has fans that will defend his every move.

i think waterparks starts and ends with him; he's the main draw and voice of the band, but i think that hurts him in the end because the lines between real and fake and should and shouldn't and is this even a persona or some broken reflection of someone that you shouldn't look at too closely?

-iz

[kattythingz]

Apple of Your Eye

Summary: Adam has his eyes on a different Eve.

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It wasn’t particularly bizarre, at face value.

The first rose that Reki had received was thorny; it sat innocently amongst the rest of Oka’s fake plants that he tucked into the hanging flower planters for “good hospitality”. Reki thought it was unnecessary (their dope front door and display window more than made up for any hospitality a skater could wish for) but Oka was insistent. So, Reki was more than a little curious when the planters actually caught his eye for once one Tuesday afternoon.

He snatched it a little too eagerly, and, long story short—Reki’s thereon mystery fan never left him another thorny rose, taking care to de-thorn it for weeks to come.

That was, until yesterday.

Langa cried out a couple feet away, and Reki heaved another sigh.

“I told you, you’re lifting off too late!” Reki said. Langa rubbed his elbow wincingly—did he hit his funny bone? Oh, Reki felt that. “You need to maximize that momentum, not minimize it.”

“This ground is actively working against me,” Langa grumbled, returning to full stand, “so that’s kind of hard to do.”

“Is it?”

Langa glowered at him, and Reki chuckled.

“Kidding, kidding.” Reki waved an apologetic hand. “Obviously, the first time’s scary for everyone. But, if you’re serious about skateboarding, you just gotta learn to suck it up. You know?” He grinned. “It’s way more fun like that anyway.”

Langa’s eyes got that weird look in them again—something equally soft as it was sharp. “Yeah,” he said, a little dazed. 

“Yeah, ‘yeah’!” Reki beamed. “Now show me how it’s done!”

Langa nodded in that quietly determined way of his and Reki left him to it as his own mind wandered again.

He’d looked it up after getting home last night—what a blue rose symbolized compared to a red one. But unlike the sweet and simple answer of red’s “passion”, blue was… harder to pinpoint. Some results said mystery or unrequited love, while others, fascination and even true love. 

But that couldn’t be it, Reki snorted.

He was surprised this person kept up for this long anyway. It had been, what, two, three months since Reki started keeping a vase in his workshop? Dedication like that, it had to be someone from S that was interested in him. He didn’t think a regular person would find anything in him to be “fascinated” with.

“Ah, Reki!”

Reki jerked at the abrupt call, nearly falling off his perch on the half-pipe ledge.

Langa was beaming from behind the makeshift water bottle barrier. “I did it! I got over the bottles!”

“Y-Yeah!” Reki said, finally noticing the barrier was in one, uniform line. “You sure did! That was awesome!”

Langa didn’t take the praise like Reki expected. Instead, he frowned, deadpanning, “You didn’t see it, did you?”

“What? No, I—”

“You’ve got that look on your face again,” Langa interrupted him. “The one you make when you’re drawing.”

Despite the words, he didn’t sound the least bit upset.

Not for the first time, Reki wondered what planet this guy was from. 

(No one was actually this chill about being totally ignored during their moment of triumph!)

“Okay, you caught me,” Reki sighed. “I was totally distracted. Sorry.” He smiled, then. “But I still think it was awesome! I don’t need to see it to know that.”

In the afternoon sun, Langa’s faint blush was downright precious. Reki stifled a giggle.

“If you must know, however,” he continued, sliding down the slope to stand on equal ground with Langa, “I was thinking we should get you some protection gloves.”

“Huh? Why?” Langa tilted his head.

“Well, because you work a lot with your hands, right?” Reki wiggled his fingers emphatically. “Those are like, the one exception you gotta make for not needing protective gear. Especially when you get to the crazier moves that need your hands to guide them!”

“Right,” Langa said. “But you don’t wear any either.”

“Pshhhh, that’s ‘cause I’m practically a pro! And I still wear them for S, you know.”

Langa dubiously eyed the Band-Aids littering Reki’s hand, mostly his fingers. “Uh-huh.”

Those cuts weren’t from skating, actually—but Reki hesitated to tell Langa that. Not even Oka knew about Reki’s mystery person (the benefits of having a manager that always came in late), and after unintentionally keeping it that way for about a month, Reki was loath to change that. Even with Langa.

It felt… nice. Knowing someone out there appreciated him this way. He’d like to savor that feeling for as long as he could.

Even if it did sting him twice now in a row in both shades of blue and red.

Reki scoffed. “Hey! Which one of us has been skating for longer, huh?” He crossed his arms. “I think I know what sort of advice I’m giving and taking here.”

“If you say so,” Langa said.

His expression was passive, but Reki recognized that humor in his eyes.

“I do,” Reki huffed.

“Mhmm.”

“Hey.”

Langa was definitely snorting when he passed Reki to try the bottles again, concern seemingly addressed. Reki let him go with only an eye-roll for that.

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