#OUR LUCK WENT TO THIS ONE PERSON LMAO

[sylhea-raemi]

someone's flexing their many 4☆ that they got today i- WE are not okay

[stars-and-the-min]

☆ the wrong way to hard launch (1) | OP81

summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au

pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc

a/n hello, this is called welcome to part 1 of a fic no one will read :) also i have a taglist now (yay?) so shoot me a reply if ur interested in being added <3

masterlist | prologue | part 1 | next part

TWITTER

lina !!! @EB_selina · 2h omg my f1wags debut??? y'all i've really made it 🫶

EB BAR @theemptybottlesbar · 2h us when our frontwoman decides to hard launch her relationship that we were scrambling to denounce: 🙂🔪🩷 ↳ camilina gfs fr @ drummergf · 1h the EB Bar admin working overtime bc lina insists on stoking the flames of this ridiculous rumour ↳ lina bui x2 grammy winner @urdaisea · 1h media literacy where? this is a fucking confirmation bestie

INSTAGRAM

selinabui

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selinabui me when i lie to myself and go date yet ANOTHER athlete 🤠👍 this one goes vroom vroom in expensive cars (p.s. dear news sites, pls stop using my old photos)

cameliazzz all that expensive media training chucked down the drain i see

eb_jonno the orange jumpscare holy shit lina it's like u hate him or smth ↳ selinabui @eb_jonno wdym he's very cute 🫶

landonorris Oh hello there ↳ oscarpiastri @ landonorris 😀 ↳ mclarwins @ landonorris OMFG LANDO WHAT ↳ selinabui @ landonorris bro why are you acting like we've never met or smth ↳ pi4str1 @ selinabui there's something about her that's so 😭

TWITTER

🕯️manifesting EB3 🕯️@ linabelles · 5h ok i fear we need to start weighing up the pros and cons ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 5h pros: WE'RE FREE FROM AMERICANS, he's actually cute, we already follow f1 bc of guanyu, he's aussie <3 cons: white, he's another fucking athlete, orange ↳ 🕯️manifesting EB3 🕯️@ linabelles · 4h 'free from americans' SO TRUE we were in the trenches with t*mmy

piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 3h everything i find about this girl is just 😬 ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 3h oscar, get the FUCK away from that girl ↳ clovie @ luvyouvie · 2h omg why, what's up with her?? ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 3h kinda the classic rockstar shit and her ex is tommy howard (nfl running back)

liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 18h SELINA WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS??? WHERE DID THIS ENERGY GO 😭😭😭

↳ emme @flowersforcami · 18h as smo with a footballer ex, the comment on massive egos is so true T_T

↳ Ryan Forrest @ryanforrest93 · 17h Every time that interview pops up on my TL, I just get reminded of how YOUNG she was going through all of that nonsense. She was barely 20 and totally being gaslit by that arsehole. ↳ liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 17h ^^THIS!! yes!! it was crazy that ppl gave her so much shit about staying with tommy even after the cheating but it was her first real relationship and it fucked her up massively

INSTAGRAM

zhouguanyu24 Margaret Court Arena

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zhouguanyu24 Went to go check on the baby sister 💪

selinabui my personal photographer fr (good luck tmr 💚)

emptybottlesbar Always stoked to have family stop by for a listen! Best of luck on the track 💪 ↳ selinabui @emptybottlesbar he doesn't need luck. he needs his team to fix the pit stop problem. he needs divine intervention

zhouguanyu_br piastri is dating zhou's sister?? ↳ jemma.wren @zhouguanyu_br cousin actually, in chinese culture they refer to paternal cousins as just siblings

stakef1team Looking forward to seeing Lina in the garage ↳ selinabui @stakef1team oh lmao that's not happening 🥰 ↳ pastry81 @ selinabui IJBOL she said you ain't SHIT see you in the papaya garage

cameliazzz thanks for dropping by on ur race weekend <3 hope it was worth your while (and family-friendly 🤫) ↳ zhouguanyu24 @ cameliazzz Thank you for keeping her alive ↳ selinabui @ cameliazzz why has it taken you over 20 minutes to go get pizza 🤡 ↳ cameliazzz @ selinabui why are you asking in ur cousin's comments 🤡🤡🤡 (they need to cooka da pizza)

MESSAGES

from the phone of selina bui

TWITTER

emme @flowersforcami · 34m walk with me here... if zhou went to friday's show, do you think oscar did as well? and if so... did they just watch empty bottles' almost 2 hours set of lina and kas flirting 😭 ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 22m i literally can't think of anything else now :) do you know what the encore song was? ↳ emme @flowersforcami · 21m kaslina duet of we don't talk anymore (og by charlie puth) ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 20m oh how do we even defend them

EB BAR @theemptybottlesbar · 1h whole team in shambles... @EB_selina we hope it was worth it

oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 1h every linami realising they need to defend her stage persona to piastri fans... ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 1h WE SWEAR ON OUR HONOUR THAT THIS GIRL IS A TOTAL LOOOOOSER. SHE'S NOTHING LIKE WHAT THE MEDIA WRITES HER AS. HER ONE HOBBY IS SUDOKU. SHES A COMPLETE DOORMAT 😭😭 ↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 1h ok well, hang on... i think they get the point

piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 5h after a literal night of deep-diving, i take back everything i've ever said about selina bui bc she's such a cutie honestly i get it, i kinda want her now

INSTAGRAM

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri Finally got the green light to 'hard launch'

selinabui sorry i needed to be vetted so hard :/

logansargeant Oh so we're keeping secrets from each other now #fakefriend ↳ oscarpiastri @ logansargeant Sorry, did i forget the bit when you were there when we met or something 🙂

2cami4lina oh she let him in the studio, we're fucking done for

ausgp Some extra Aussie luck for the home race ↳ pi4str1 @ ausgp she's australian??? ↳ emptybottlos @pi4str1 do a simple google search first - the whole band is australian 🤡 they all grew up in sydney

piastri_lina but wait, the way i lowk manifested this... ↳ emptyb-aid @piastri_lina lock ur doors i fear i'm coming for you

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taglist @ririyulife

[nikkotinamide]

my observations and take on some nuances not conveyed in translation

my drawn out summary part 2!

*Disclaimer: I'm not critiquing existing translations, I think the translators have done a phenomenal job! Just wanted to add my 2 cents worth.

Part 1

Language Use in Kiseki

Ep 4 Cont

More tears. This scene hurts so bad. Ai Di actually says "Blind or what? Having followed him for so long, it's not as though unaware of whom he likes..." It's difficult to translate these lines because there are no first person pronouns used. On one hand, it's Ai Di scolding himself for holding on to his unrequited feelings for Chen Yi (seen in the translation above). On the other hand, he is also scolding Chen Yi for the same thing with regards to CDY.

Ep 5

Time for some comedy to soothe the angst. Our boy really went to school punning and naming himself Edison (and I think the intent was with Thomas Edison in mind lmao).

Ep 8

There's so much we don't know about Ai Di. Here Chen Yi actually asks if Ai Di wants to return to school. Coupled with how Ai Di deflected and told him to stop joking around, and how he told Zong Yi he doesn't need to attend school because he's a genius, it suggests that Ai Di has some regrets about not having the normal life peers his age lead.

Ep 9 💔

This was the most heartbreaking scene imo. Here Ai Di says "你再怎么喜欢他，你再怎么努力，他看的永远不会是你。" - "No matter how much you like him, no matter how hard you try, the one he looks at will forever not be you." While it's clear it's directed at Chen Yi, to a degree it's also Ai Di directing it at himself.

He goes on to say "会看着你的他妈只有我。" 他妈 is a vulgarity (essentially meant to insult someone's mother) which the subtitles and translation have censored, and this line translates into "The only fucking person who will look at you is me."

Let's make it angstier. Ai Di says "只有我，从小看到大。我蠢，我猪。", which has been translated into "Only I, for all my life...I'm such a stupid fool". The translation is fine but it doesn't reflect just how vulnerable Ai Di was in this moment, as though he heart was breaking right alongside Chen Yi’s. My translation would be "Only I, since I was young till now when I am old, have been looking at you. I'm naive. I'm foolish."

This is the line that has made me tear every single rewatch. Ai Di isn't stupid but he is aware that he is being foolish, chasing so desperately all his life after someone who doesn't see him as anything more than a brother .

Ai Di regrets and he says "这件事我帮你扛，抵昨天晚上的事情行吧。我说行就行。" which has been translated into "I'll take the blame for you to make up for what I did to you last night. It's a deal." I felt it was more of a resigned question Ai Di poses, "I'll carry the blame for you, to make up for yesterday night's affair, alright? If I say that's fine, then it's fine."

I was surprised to see this! Here, because Ai Di will not follow willingly, Chen Yi picks him up, and he purposely steps over the pot of burning coal on Ai Di's behalf. I'm not too sure if it's a Chinese thing or religion thing, but in my home country, some Chinese (esp the older folks) say that upon returning home after incarceration, one has to step over burning coal to wash away the bad luck. Very neat that they included this custom!

The same thing Ai Di tells Zong Yi not to say "再见" - see you again; they wouldn’t want to see prison again (which has been translated into goodbye).

This is why people think ChenAi switch, also courtesy of Hsu Kai who pointed this line out. Ai Di says "做回来就不欠啦" which translates into "Do it back and I'll no longer owe you". (more context in comments)

Ep 10

Matt Lee's character who was Ai Di's friend at the bar before jail mentions that Ai Di even dyed his hair blonde upon going overseas to further his education. Meaning, Ai Di's friends were told that he was schooling overseas when he was actually in prison 😢

Ai Di tells Chen Yi "应该多培养一些人在你旁边了，被开枪的时候，才有人帮你垫背" which translates into "You should cultivate relationships so more people will be by your side, so that when the gun is fired, there will be someone to take the bullet for you". Ai Di's done it once, he doesn't want to do it again. And Chen Yi smiles weakly after Ai Di says this because Ai Di just confirmed that he went to jail in Chen Yi's stead.

Ep 11

Like Xiao Jie says, Chen Yi really sucks at wooing someone, so much so that even Xiao Jie is better. On receiving the signature, Ai Di asks if Chen Yi thinks he is BTS (bangtan) and that he can sell his autograph 😂

Ep 12

Chen Yi says "我是在你离开之后，我才发现自己真正喜欢的是你" which has been translated into "It's true I realised you are the one with whom I'm in love while you were gone." I would prefer if it had been "It was only after you left that I realised the one whom I actually love is you". Keyword 真正 - really/actually.

Ai Di uses more heart-rending words. Instead of "Don't make me your rebound just because you can't get the one you love", it would be better translated as "Don't randomly use anybody as a substitute just because you couldn't have the person you love."

Cake scene translations

The most heartbreaking line of this scene. 再 - again. Ai Di actually says "Never again will I step aside for anyone." Implicitly, he was previously going to give up on Chen Yi for CDY.

ok this was a longass post but I wanted to keep most of the angst here

[morgana-larkin]

Haii okay here’s my angst request! I love a good regretful jealous Mel hehehe. I was thinking you’re both teachers and she likes u but is like “I’m too cool for pining” so she does the extreme opposite and is kinda standoff-ish or blunt w u at school. When you’re alone she’s a little better but still not super lovey dovey. You “take the hint” and move on, and someone new comes into ur life (can you PLEASE for the LOVE OF GOD name this rando new person joy??). And then one day Mel’s like “let’s be official” And you’re like what? Why? I thought u didn’t like me also I have Joy now. And then Mel’s like wtf and she gets rlly jealous when she sees u w her now and then she tries to sabotage y’all’s blooming relationship. In the end maybe no happy ending pls?? If ur comfortable writing that :)

Hehe I LOVE a good heartbreak. Also I’m obsessed w joy Huerta (hence my username) and have been asking everyone to use it in fics AND PPL DONT ALFJKS. lmao anyways. I hope this is sumn ur comfortable writing!

OMG! you’re really testing me here! If I’m honest, it was hard to write. I rewrote it a few times, it hurt a little, might make a part 2. Honestly if even one person requests a part 2 with a happy ending then I will write one. As always, not edited in the slightest, I hope you like it!

On another note: keep sending prompts for one shots! I decided to write one shots about Chessy from parent trap played by our favourite redhead, Lisa Ann Walter, so you can send prompts for her too!

Green Isn’t Your Colour

Warnings: (where do I start lol) Jealous Mel, upset Mel, a bit of toxic Mel, angst and no comfort, no happy ending , good luck lol

Words: 3.2k

You walk in through the entrance of Abbott Elementary. You’ve been here for a year already and you’re finally feeling like you’re settling in. You’re a third grade teacher, you helped Melissa out as she wouldn’t have another split class again and that made her happy from the day you got there and hearing the news.

You walk into the break room, hot chocolate in hand, you don’t like coffee that much, but nothing could beat a good hot chocolate. You go and sit on an empty table, taking some tests out and start marking them. Melissa looks over at you from her table. She looks at the way you’re flawlessly marking, glasses on and concentrating on what you’re doing.

You glance up as you feel like you’re being watched and see Melissa looking at you, but then she quickly looks away when you notice and you smile. You liked her since you first set eyes on her and it only grew from there. But lately it seems like she’s off and you’re unsure why. She was nice to you when you started but now it’s like she’s the opposite and you don’t know why. You asked everyone else if they could answer why she’s different but no one noticed the change.

You got up and picked up the tests and decided to just carry them to your classroom. You passed by Melissa on the way out. “See you later Melissa.” You told her with a smile. She just nodded her head at you and went back to her phone. You looked at Barb and she just shrugged, not noticing a difference.

During your second period prep you finished marking the tests with a breath of relief. Just then Melissa knocks on your door and you look at her and smile. “Hey Melissa.” You tell her and she just has a neutral face and you drop your smile.

“I found the book you were asking for. The little eagles liked it last year and I’m sure they’ll like it again.” She said and handed you the book.

“Oh perfect, thank you.” You told her and smiled at the book. Melissa looked at you and couldn’t help the small smile forming at your excitement of the book. And you looked up at her to see the small smile on her face. “Hey Melissa, can I ask you something?” You asked and she looked at you confused.

“You can but it doesn’t mean I’ll answer.” Melissa said.

“Um ok. Well I was just wondering why you’re acting differently around me?” You ask and she looks at you with a neutral face again.

“I don’t know what you mean?”

“Well you were nice to me last year but now you’re acting distant and I don’t know why.” You asked her. “Did I do something wrong?” You added and that took her by surprise. She doesn’t want you to think you did anything wrong because you didn’t. Melissa has a crush on you and she doesn’t want to show it or let anyone know, and her acting nicely to you last year definitely raised suspicions, so she went back to how she acts with everyone else.

“You didn’t do anything kid. This is just how I am with people.” She said.

“You’re not like that with Barb.” You said.

“Barb is my best friend, so of course I’m nice to her.”

“What about Janine? Jacob? Gregory? Or when Ava at times? You’re nice to them.” You told her, getting a little frustrated.

“That’s because they’re my friends.” She said and you were taken back by that and it definitely stung. Melissa looks at your expression and knew she shouldn’t have said that. She does think of you as a friend but it just slipped out.

“Oh ok, well glad to know where we stand then, just co workers. Thank you for the book Ms. Schemmenti, I’ll return it tomorrow.” You tell her and go back to your desk. “If that was all then if you don’t mind, I have a lesson plan to do.” You told her and she nodded her head.

“See ya around kid.” She said and left. She knew she fucked up there. She’ll have to start being a bit nicer to you to get back in your good graces.

Back in your classroom you took a big breath. You thought you and Melissa were friends but I guess you were wrong. No wonder she’s always short and blunt with you.

The next day you were at the coffee shop, receiving your hot chocolate like always, turning around to leave and bumped into someone, spilling your hot chocolate all over them and a bit on yourself.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I just wanted to talk to you and didn’t expect you to turn around.” The person said.

“Oh well I feel like I should be apologising, my hot chocolate mostly went on you. Wait, you wanted to talk to me? Why?”

“Because I see you in here everyday and I think you’re pretty.” She said with a blush and you blushed at her compliment.

“Oh uh th-thank you.” You stuttered a bit, not used to compliments.

“Can I buy you another hot chocolate? As an apology?” She said and you looked at her.

“Oh you don’t have too.”

“I want to though. Please, I insist.” She said and you smiled at her. She bought you another hot chocolate and handed it to you with a smile. “And there we go.” She said.

“Thank you.” You told her and saw the time. “Oh I gotta get to work.” You told her.

“Oh that’s alright I understand. I’ll see you again tomorrow?” She asked.

“Ya, I come here, same time every day.” You said with a smile and began to leave but turned around to her. “I never got your name btw.”

“It’s Joy.” She told you.

“I’m y/n.” You tell her and she smiles.

“You have a lovely name, it suits you.” She tells you. You blush and leave the coffee shop. You get to the school and immediately go to your classroom instead of the break room. You put your stuff done and see the book that Melissa gave you yesterday sitting on your desk. You might as well return it now, you got a few minutes before the students get here. You picked up the book and walked to the classroom next to yours and knocked on the open door. Melissa was stapling something and looked up at you and gave you a little smile.

Your heart fluttered a little at the smile and you remembered what she said yesterday. “Hi Ms Schemmenti, I came to return the book.” You told her, and held the book up.

She looked at you and remembered what happened yesterday and sighed. “Thanks y/n” she said and got up and walked over to you to take the book. “Did the little eagles like it?” She asked.

“Ya they did.” You said confused at her using your actual name

“I knew they would. You can borrow it whenever you want.” She told you and you offered her a small smile and nodded your head.

“Thanks Ms Schemmenti, I’ll keep that in mind.” You told her and left. She stared at you as you walked back to your own classroom and did a huge sigh and leaned back against her door.

A month goes by and you run into Joy everyday at the coffee shop. She took it upon herself to order you a hot chocolate and have it ready by the time you get there. You kept offering her the money for it but she always refuses, saying your company was payment enough. You exchanged numbers after a couple days and started texting for hours on end. By the second week she asked you out on a date and you said yes. By the third week she asked you to be her girlfriend to which you agreed excitedly.

At school, you noticed that Melissa has been a bit friendlier with you. You took her sudden change with caution though, you don’t want to get hurt again.

For Melissa, she wants to ask you out but she keeps getting scared. But after a month of being friendly with you, she decides to bite the bullet and just do it. She went to go see you at your classroom after the students left on Monday.

“Hey y/n, can I ask you something?” She asked you as she stepped in your classroom.

“Sure Melissa, what’s up?” You said and she smiled. You’ve been calling her by her first name again for about a week, and after you calling her Ms Schemmenti for 3 weeks, well she still smiles when you call her Melissa now.

“I wanted to ask you on a date.” She says and you look at her and freeze.

“What?” You ask, confused as hell.

“I wanted to officially ask you on a date.” She says and you look at her confused.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“I thought you didn’t like me.” You tell her and she looks a bit guilty.

“I never not liked you, when I realised I liked you near the end of the last year, I didn’t want to give away my feelings so I started acting distant towards you.” She says and looks down for a second then back up at you. “So will you go on a date with me?” She asks again.

“No.” You told her and she looked upset. “I did like you but I have a girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? I thought you were single.” She says confused and still hurt.

“I was, until 2 weeks ago, her name is Joy.” You said with a smile. And Melissa looks at you with a bit of fire in her eyes. “If she’s real then I would like to meet her.” She tells you, crossing her arms,

“Oh ok, ya sure. I can ask if she can come meet everyone tomorrow morning if you want.” You tell her.

“Ok, I look forward to meeting her then.” Melissa says and leaves disappointed.

You asked Joy if she wanted to meet your coworkers tomorrow morning and she excitedly agreed immediately.

So the next morning, you meet Joy at the coffee shop as usual and she hands you your hot chocolate then you drive over to the school and walk in with her. You head to the break room with her and enter and all eyes look up at you and her.

“Everyone, I would like you to meet Joy, my girlfriend. Joy, this is Janine, Jacob, Gregory, Barb, Ava.” You said, pointing to everyone as you said their name. “And this is Melissa, the one who asked to meet you.”

“Hi everyone! And hi Melissa, I’m very much real as you can see.” Joy says and Melissa doesn’t look happy, she crosses her arms and the fire in her eyes come back. She thought you were lying and would have to keep being nicer to you before you agree to go on a date with her. Barb notices Melissa getting angry and puts a hand on her arm and that startles her and then just sits there, staring at you. She sees you being all happy as Jacob and Janine got up to come say hi to your girlfriend.

She wanted to be that person, be your girlfriend and she blew it. But then remembered that you said yesterday that you did have feelings for her, so maybe you still do. Then she smiles at that thought and thinks of different ways to play it. Joy would have to go of course, she ain’t gonna put a hit on her but instead she’ll try to sabotage it, and to do that, she’ll have to be nice first and get information.

So she gets up and goes over to you two. “Hi, nice to meet you. Ya I didn’t think you were real when y/n here as been single since I’ve known her.” She says to your girlfriend then proceeds to put an arm around your back as she mentions you being single and your eyes widen a bit.

“Oh that’s alright, it was a shock to y/n too when I asked her.” Joy says, and Melissa thinks it’s a shame she’ll have to sabotage it as she seems nice. But this person is getting in the way of her happiness so she gots to go.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you two meet?” Melissa asks.

“Oh we met at the coffee shop down the street, the one you told me about and I get a hot chocolate there every morning. And then I bumped into Joy about a month ago, like physically bumped into her and spilled my drink all over her.” You say with a chuckle.

“Ya she did but it was my fault, I saw her there every morning and after a couple weeks I decided to go talk to her and didn’t expect her to turn around at that very moment. So I offered to get her a replacement one and then we started talking.” Joy said with a smile.

And you noticed how Melissa’s hand got a bit lower on your back and you subtly get out of her grip and say an excuse. “Joy, do you want to go see my classroom?” You ask her and she immediately said yes. Joy waves bye to everyone and they all tell her it was nice to meet her and hope to see her again. And Melissa thinks that if it goes according to plan then she won’t be back to see them again.

At the end of the day, Melissa visits your classroom. “Hey y/n.” She says as you’re packing your things up.

“Oh hey Melissa. What’s up?” You ask her and sling your bag over your shoulders.

“Well I was wondering if I could go with you to the coffee shop tomorrow? I haven’t been there in awhile and wouldn’t mind a good store bought coffee once in awhile instead of one from the break room.” She says and you look at her confused.

“Oh I always meet Joy at the coffee shop in the morning.” You say and Melissa smiles, she knew it.

“Well that’s alright, maybe I could get to know her better then.” She says and you agree and tell her the time that you meet up with Joy.

The next morning, Melissa gets to the coffee shop first and orders a coffee for her and a hot chocolate for you. You and Joy come in a couple minutes later and see Melissa near a table with 2 drinks. “Hey Melissa.” You say and she looks over at you and smiles.

“Hey y/n and Joy. Here y/n, I got you a hot chocolate.” She says and sees the frown on Joy’s face before smiling again. Melissa smiles at that, she knew that Joy was still getting you a hot chocolate every morning. You said it yesterday to Janine and Jacob. “I would have gotten something for you but I forgot to ask y/n here what you like.” Melissa says and puts a hand on your shoulder.

Joy looks at the interaction and gives a confused look. “That’s alright, I’ll just go get a drink for myself. I’ll be right back.” She says and you and Melissa nod.

You look at Melissa a little confused. “Why are you being so much nicer all of a sudden?” You say to her and she just shrugs, feigning innocence.

“I don’t know what you mean y/n? I’m just getting to know your little girlfriend over there.” She says and hits you, Melissa is jealous.

“Melissa, are you jealous?” You asked and she scoffs. “I’m being serious, yesterday you asked me out saying you liked me. And now you’re at the coffee shop that I meet Joy at every morning and meeting nicer to me in front of her.”

“I’m just trying to make sure that she’s right for you, is all.” Trying to cover up the fact that you were right.

Before either of you can say anything else, Joy comes back with her drink. “Hey y/n, I would like to stay longer but worked called and asked if I could come in earlier. Like right now earlier. And I wouldn’t mind the extra cash.” She says and you nod.

“That’s alright, I understand, have a good day at work.” You tell her and she gives you a goodbye kiss on the lips and the fire in Melissa’s eyes return.

“Alright thanks for understanding, it was nice seeing you again Melissa.”

“Ya you too.” Melissa says back to her. Melissa didn’t like that kiss, and worse is that the only issue she has with Joy is that she’s with you. Other than that, Joy seems like a nice person, and she hates that fact.

At the end of the day Melissa stops by your classroom again. “Hey y/n.”

“Should I expect this to be a daily occurrence? You stopping by my classroom at the end of the day?” You say with a laugh and she gives a small laugh at that.

“Maybe.” She says and closes your door and walks up to you. You look at her confused for closing the door, but then think she probably wants to talk to you privately. “I don’t like her. Your girlfriend.” She says and you frown.

“Why?”

“I don't know, there’s just something about her that I don’t like.”

“Well you’ve only just met her. If you see her more then you might grow to like her.” You tell her with a smile.

“No I won’t actually.” She says and you’re confused.

“And how do you know you won’t?”

She looks you dead in the eyes and walks closer to you. “Because as long as she’s with you, then I won’t like her.” She says and she got very close to you and you had to walk back and you end up backing into your desk and she puts her hands on the desk on both sides of you, effectively trapping you. You look at her with wide eyes.

“Melissa, I-” and you don’t get to say what you were about to as her lips are on yours. You begin to kiss her back and then push her off. “Melissa what the fuck? You know I’m with Joy.” You tell her and she smirks.

“Then why did you kiss me back? And don’t deny it. I know you did before you pushed me off.” And you look at her speechless since she’s right. Melissa smiles at you and goes to kiss you again but you stop her.

“No Melissa, I’m with Joy now.” You tell her and she frowns.

“You wouldn’t rather be with me?” She asks and you shake your head.

“I’m happy with who I’m with. I’m sorry.” You tell her and walk out of your classroom, leaving behind a hurt Melissa who has a tear rolling down her cheek.

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[yuenieve]

a friendly exchange [k.ayato]

feat. single dad! kamisato ayato, elementary school teacher! female reader.

content warning: modern!au, smut with plot lol, more plot than smut tbh, rich CEO ayato, elementary school teacher reader, dilf/teacher, corruption kink, he’s a tease lmao, dacryphilia(?), doggy, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mating press, bulge kink, pet names (angel, love, darling, girl, precious), he says mommy once, praise(?), he’s kinda a mean dom in the end, fem!reader.

word count: too many to count.

notes: i finished this at 4 am rip sorry for any mistakes lol

nsfw content under the cut!

There wasn’t a pair of ears who haven’t heard of the name Kamisato Ayato. Everyone and their neighbor’s dog have heard some mention of the blue-haired business man. As head of the nation’s leading corporation, Kamisato Ayato was quite the figurative icon.

Figurative more than icon. Because although the well-known CEO has had his name plastered on every nook and cranny of the city, he rarely made a public appearance.

Despite his fame and recognition, you only knew 2 things about him:

1) He is a wealthy and important man. His business, Kamisato Enterprise, oversees many—if not all—work fields in the country, including education. Heck, half his daily income could cover your yearly salary.

2) His son is your student.

Kamisato Akihiko was an intelligent and reserved 1st grader in your class. What he lacked in boisterous banter, he made up in chivalrous charm. You often caught him nose buried in a hardcover book, instead of being with the bustling children on the playground during recess.

Akihiko was a model child, you knew that.

But why were you so nervous to meet his father on parent-teacher day?

Maybe it’s because you knew nothing about his personal life, or because you’ve never seen the mysterious man. Your colleagues at the front office told you his wife showed up for all school events related to Akihiko, but never him. However, by some stroke of luck, Ayato himself RSVP’d for the parent-teacher meeting today.

Swallowing down a nervous gulp, you stood by your classroom door and called out Akihiko’s name. You walked back to your desk, arranging the stack of papers for the nth time.

You heard a knock, “Excuse me?”

His voice was handsomely husky, you noted. Turning around, you came face to face with what you would have assumed to be a relic of a Greek god.

His tall stature and broad shoulders had your eyes wandering. His defined arms looked so incredibly attractive despite being hidden under his suit jacket. He ran a hand through his lilac locks and smiled politely.

“Mr Kamisato…welcome,” You greeted, finally meeting his eyes.

Get a grip, he’s a married man!! I shouldn’t have thought of that, please forgive me…

“Thank you for having me, miss L/n.”

You exchanged the friendly smile and gestured towards one of the desks, “Please, have a seat.”

He sat down and took his expensive black gloves off, you mentally cursed yourself for finding the action effortlessly enticing. You cleared your throat and handed him the papers.

“Akihiko is a wonderful student, these are his assignments and tests.” Ayato went through them and nodded along,

“He’s performing exceptionally well, as you can see. Some of our head teachers are even recommending he skip a few grades.”

Ayato hummed and held his chin between his thumb and pointer finger, “I see…but what do you think?”

“Huh?” You stuttered, not expecting the question.

“What those head teachers say do not concern me. You are Akihiko’s teacher, so you know him best. What do you think? Should he skip a few grades?”

You leaned back against your desk and contemplated the matter. Albeit the little boy truly was clever, you felt hesitant about the decision.

“In all honesty, Mr Kamisato…I don’t think he should,” you answered.

Ayato gave you a knowing look to go on.

“I don’t mean to say your son is incapable of undergoing a higher level workload, but…he’s still a child. The beginning years of elementary school are not meant for academic woes. Akihiko should spend these years exploring his interests, making friends and having fun. He should…be a kid.”

The corner of Ayato’s lips tugged upwards and he nodded, “I wholly agree with you.”

You smiled and turned around to fetch the attendance sheet. Unbeknownst to you, Ayato was gazing at you with a twinkle in his eyes.

“If you could just sign here, and if you have any further questions about your son’s performance, I am more than happy to oblige.” You told him.

He sighed and signed the paper, “No, that’s all.” He paused to look into your eyes, “I’m happy you’re Akihiko’s teacher.”

You shyly looked down and smiled as you received the papers back from him.

“I—uhh wasn’t expecting you here, Mr Kamisato. I’ve been told your wife comes to all school events.”

He arched a brow in confusion, “Wife?”

You blinked, “Y-yeah, I believe her name was Kamisato Ayaka…?”

“Ah,” the realization dawned on him, “I think you’ve misunderstood; that’s my sister.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry—!“

“No, no, it’s quite alright.” He assured with a gentle smile. “I don’t have a wife.”

“Oh…”

“My ex wife left when Akihiko was 3.”

You opened your mouth then closed it, unsure of what to respond with. Ayato noticed your predicament and simply waved his hands dismissively, “It’s fine, it happened a long time ago. I’m sure she’s more than fine with my ex business partner now.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You murmured, sympathetically.

Ayato stared at you. Despite discussing the misfortunate matter at hand, he seemed to focus on you alone. You looked absolutely iridescent in his eyes, he couldn’t help but take a fleeting glance at your lips.

He shook his head and peered at the clock, “My apologies, but I must be going now.”

You nodded as he rose from his seat, “Of course, thank you for coming today.”

He put his gloves back on and extended his hand out, “It was a pleasure meeting you, miss L/n.”

“Likewise, Mr Kamisato.”

He gave you a soft smile before departing from the classroom. Once he was gone, you sighed and walked back to your desk. You stared at his name on the sheet, your mind wandering.

3) He is very handsome.

+

“Excuse me, miss L/n?”

You peeked down from your desk and spotted Akihiko standing with a bouquet of flowers clearly too big for his 6-year-old hands to carry.

You quickly ushered him to come around the desk and held onto the flower arrangement for him, “What’s this, Akihiko?”

“My dad told me to give it to you, it’s for Mother’s Day.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks and you feigned a cough to hide your flustered face.

“Th-that’s so kind of you two, thank you very much, Akihiko.” You patted the boy’s hair and smiled.

Just then, the last bell rang and the erupt sound of children filled the hallways.

You looked down at Akihiko, “You should be heading out now, I’ll see you on Monday. Please thank your father for the flowers.”

He nodded and began to make his way out the classroom, before abruptly stopping by the door.

You tilted your head, “What’s the matter?”

He slowly turned around, his eyes downcast on his shoes. “Miss L/n? Can you do something for me?”

“Of course, Akihiko. What is it?”

He bashfully played with the hem of his shirt, “Well, my dad always says you’re like a mother to me. He says teachers are our second parents.”

You made a sound of amusement, “Your father is correct.”

“If he is, then…can you participate with me in today’s Mother’s Day card contest?”

Your lips parted, that was the last thing you were expecting him to ask. You felt touched to be in this position, and it warmed your heart to know Akihiko felt comfortable enough with you to ask.

“I’d love to help you make a Mother’s Day card.”

+

Ayato had been standing by the school entrance for what felt like half an hour now. Usually, he’d send one of his assistants to pick Akihiko up. But since his schedule spontaneously cleared up for the day, he decided to come himself.

Checking his watch for the hundredth time that afternoon, Ayato decided to go inside and assess the situation. The hallways were scarce until he saw children accompanied by their parents in the courtyard.

He saw dozens of tables and chairs folded out, occupied by little kids and mainly their mothers. The scattered piles of paper and other arts and crafts supplies on the ground was enough to tell him what was going on.

Eventually, he spotted his son with you at one of the tables. He made his way over, a smile crossing his face at the sight of both your joyful expressions.

“Dad!!”

Before Ayato knew it, he felt the force of his son’s hug. His short arms trying to go around his father’s hips. You smiled at the display, admiring the little family.

“Someone forgot to come back to the car,” Ayato teased, picking his son up easily and holding him against his shoulder.

“Sorry, dad. I asked miss L/n to be my mom for the contest!” Akihiko said. You felt your face heat up at the given title, but Ayato found your reaction adorable.

Ah, he really wanted to ruin you.

“I see. Well, I’m happy you asked her. She makes quite the mom, don’t you agree?” At this point, Ayato was purposely saying it to fluster you.

“Akihiko, I think they’re starting now. You can go over there,” you mentioned, diverting the topic.

Ayato lowered Akihiko down, letting him run towards the center with the other kids.

“Thank you for the flowers, by the way.” You brought up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Ayato smiled, “You’re most welcome, miss L/n.”

He started clapping as they began to announce the winners of the card contest. But your gaze remained on him, did he always have that pretty mole? It was so close to his lips…if only you could…

“Y/n.”

“Hm?” He turned to you.

“Y/n. You can call me Y/n,” you said.

His smile only grew wider, having to bite down on his lip to contain himself. “In that case, you may call me Ayato.”

You hummed, repeating it, “Ayato…”

+

“Ayato!! Fuck—!!”

You can’t recall exactly how you ended up with your ass in the air and your face pressed against Ayato’s bed.

After a couple weeks spent chatting during pick up duty, and consequently, after exchanging numbers, Ayato and you grew closer. Until tonight, where he had invited you over for dinner.

One thing lead to another, the same way he lead you to his bedroom, and now you found yourself whining his name as you writhed against the sheets.

“Well isn’t this a surprise? I didn’t expect you to have such a dirty mouth.” He remarked, slamming into your tight cunt even harder.

You moaned loudly, you were grateful that Akihiko was away at his aunt’s house for the weekend.

“Ayato…please…” You squirmed, pathetically. He pulled out and you keened at the sudden empty feeling.

He flipped you over so that you were laying on your back and he could have a good look at your pretty, tear-stricken face. His hands were placed on either side of your head, his strong arms supporting his weight.

“Please what? I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.” He said, leaning in closer. His breath tickled your skin as he left feather light kisses on your chest.

“Please…fuck me,” you whined.

He chuckled, “Aren’t I fucking you right now, angel? Are you saying I’m doing a bad job?”

You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him down against you. You felt his tip nudging against your folds and you whimpered at the slight friction.

“Please, breed me. ‘Want you inside, wanna feel it inside.”

His dick throbbed at your words. If he had no self control, he would have ruined you right this second. He won’t deny, he was hoping you’d say that, hoping you felt the same way he did.

He raised himself up, “Is that it, angel? You want me to knock you up?”

You nodded, feverishly. He smirked and slowly lowered his head to your pussy. He placed a long, wet kiss against your clit, making you buck your hips up sporadically.

He chuckled again, pulling away. “Don’t worry, love,” he said, finally pushing himself in you, “I’ll make you a mommy.”

Your hands instinctively reached out to his shoulders, grabbing onto them to steady yourself as he bottomed out.

Slowly, he began pumping himself in and out of your sloppy cunt. Your past round making it easier for him to slip between your folds.

The sound of skin slapping skin began to fill the room, his thrusts growing harsher and faster. He took one of your hands that were hooked on his shoulder and held onto it as he leaned down.

“Do you feel that?” He whispered, deeply into your ear, guiding your hand towards the noticeable bulge in your abdomen. “Do you feel me inside you?”

“Ayato,” you cried out, he felt you tighten around his length.

“Oh? Does my naughty girl enjoy these lewd things?” He smiled and hoisted your legs up to rest on his shoulders, allowing him to reach even deeper within you.

“Ah! Ayato, r-right there!” You moaned, feeling the knot inside your stomach begin to form.

He practically folded you in half by now, his pelvis hitting your clit with every rut of his hips. He groaned, “You feel so good, precious.”

“A-ayato, ‘m close!!”

His hand met your clit and he started to rub it fervently, “Cum for me, cum all over my cock. Don’t you want to give Akihiko a sibling?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you continued to babble nonsensically, feeling your sweet high approaching.

By the way Ayato’s thrusts were getting sloppier and out of rhythm, you could tell he was close too. The sound of his choked grunts also pushed you further off the edge.

With a cry of his name, your climax finally crashed as you came all over him. A white ring of your slick painted on the base of his cock.

Ayato threw his head back, panting heavily, “I’m—fuck—‘gonna cum.”

You were prepared to feel his warm seed fill your pussy up, but instead, he pulled out and stroked his length once, twice and came all over your stomach.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, you were clearly unsatisfied. You whined and squirmed beneath him, “Ayato, why’d you—“

He held your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to face him.

“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”

You sniffled and he wiped your stray tears away. He repositioned himself at your entrance, steadily rocking his hips again, making you hiss from how sensitive you were.

“If you want me to fill you up, you’ll have to work a lot harder than that, darling.”

written by yuenieve.

[wthtorke]

(Re)Home

Yautja and Human Smol read with some witcher stuff cause I was into it back then lmao, no warnings! 

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The Earth had a capacity for life. Only so many people it could house and nurture safely.

Humanity hit that threshold long before you were born.

The peace treaty between species made it possible to live among the stars. Some races were willing to share their planets, while others offered space in their ships.

'It's almost like exchange students, but for life- you'd become one of them.'

You didn't feel at home on Earth. Ever since your first breath, you had no place on that planet.

So up you went. 'Above and beyond,' or whatever they told you. Usually, humans who wanted to leave had forms filled out and uploaded to the exchange system.

If you had to call it anything, you'd describe it as 'adoption'. You, specifically, were adopted by yautjas. The deadliest species in the treaty.

You packed your bags, taking your 'goodbye pack' the government provided you with. Laptop, tablet, and other human things 'so the adaptation wouldn't be so harsh'. That's what the flyer said.

"We wish you luck and success in your new life among the stars. It's an honor to have an earthling as brave as you out there."

That's what the video said.

You sling your bag over your shoulder and pick up the government packs off the floor, walking toward the hangar in your papers. You and some others behind you get in line for admission.

Seeing yautjas wasn't new. There were videos and pictures of them plastered everywhere, just like the other species of the treaty. But still, your eyes widened from their bored expression when you saw your admits standing in front of the ship, datapads in hand.

You're first in line, walking up to them and presenting your registration. They repeat your name and information, and you confirm everything, waiting patiently.

"Welcome to the clan." One of them says, nodding at you. You nod back and make your way inside. The ship is a transport shuttle, spacious and high-tech. This was happening. It takes you a second to choose a seat and strap yourself.

The information speech you're given during the trip feels warmer and more welcoming than anything you've heard on Earth.

'Maybe this was a good decision.' You think.

"From today on, you'll be part of our society, which means no special treatment. No special conditions. No buts and ifs." He keeps talking. "Just life as a yautja in a mothership. That's all."

You appreciated the clarity and honesty they had. You expected it to be hard but weren't afraid of working for it. Whatever challenge presented itself for you, you'd beat it. You had survived this far. This wouldn't be different.

Your group gets taken to the housing levels, where each human gets assigned a room. Your eyebrows rise up when you see two grown yautjas in yours.

"Get up, Fang. Our partner is here."

Fang and Claw. Two youngsters from the clan you got accepted into. Written in bold letters at the end of your papers. "Hey," you say as they approach you at the door. "Good trip?" The other one, Fang, asks.

"Yeah, good trip," you answer. You had no idea they'd be so big. "Are you guys really my age?"

"Are you 124?"

"Oh man."

Despite their scary looks, Fang and Claw are what they are. Young. And a little stupid. You somehow felt at home with them. It was nice to be treated like a person and not a number for once.

You get installed in your bunk bed, pull out your laptop, and test the 'fastest internet connection in the galaxy' they had on the ship. A direct link to Earth, in case you want to talk to anyone.

You just wanted access to the shows.

"What's that necklace?" Claw asks. "What's in it?" You look up from your screen, then down to your chest. "It's a wolf necklace."

"Your previous clan?"

"They don't have clans, just families," Fang replies. Claw frowns in confusion, "So your previous family?"

"No, not my family-"

"That's a wolf- so Wolf clan,"

"Claw-"

"I like it," he continues. You smile at the sheer absurdity of it, "Cool to wear your symbol like that."

You laugh softly, "It's not my symbol- it's from a show, a story- the Witcher. In the story, the Witcher comes from a school whose banner is the wolf. Their symbol is the wolf," You play with the pendant between your fingers, "I don't really have a family."

They both stop to listen to you explain. Claw shakes his head, "But you wear it, so it's your symbol. Wolf human from the Witcher school. A Witcher," the word sounds weird when translated from them, clearly adapted.

"Wolf human," Fang repeats, "Nice title, sounds strong. You should keep it," he says. You huff in amusement. "Sure, I'll keep it,"

They barely return to their own unpacking before you look up again. "We should watch it," they look back at you, "- the Witcher-, we should watch it-, sometime." You clear your throat awkwardly.

"It's a filmed story? Like the ones in the human culture lessons?"

"It's called a 'movie'. Idiot."

"Shut up."

You put your hands up before any growling appears, "It's a series- actually. Short episodes that make up for one long thing. Good to watch in between, ah-, training? Missions? Whatever you guys do?"

Claw nods, "Wolf-human story with the wolf-human, I'm in." You smile and look at Fang. "Is there blood?"

"Lots of it."

"I'm in."

You watch the first season during your first night at the ship, only pausing to retrieve your food and for general discussion between the yautjas about how accurate (or stupid) the fighting scenes in the show were.

You have to plug your laptop into the adapted port on the wall so you can keep binging with your roommates, smiling ear to ear whenever they'd say something positive about it. When you finally close your laptop down, you look at them again. "So, thoughts?"

"Don't fuck with magic," Fang says. Claw nods. "Never fuck with magic."

You laugh as they each settle down in their bunks. Fang shuts the lights off as you lay in the dark for a bit more.

"Sleep well, wolf-human." Claw says. Fang mumbles something in return. You smile again, bidding them goodnight before closing your eyes to sleep.

Home, sweet home. Finally.

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Thanks for reading <3 muah muah

more work like this here

[doromoni]

Hunting Affections | CL16 , ?

Ships : Charles Leclerc x photographer! reader.

? x photographer! reader

Genre : fanfic + smau fic

faceclaim: Hwang Eunbi

warning : just a lil angsty

A/N : UP FOR EDITING 🤍

Part 1 : next>

Summary : Love is only just connections of neurons that take part in the brain … and yet, why is it the most painful when one falls alone?

or

Loving someone who doesn’t love you back , until you can’t no more. Maybe then they’ll actually know what they’ve lost.

y/n_stills.

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y/n_stills. Yo, @scuderiaferrari when do I get paid? Asking for a friend :DD

carlossainz55 niña , did you just…

y/n_stills. What? I need to eat @carlossainz55

landonorris our catering says otherwise

user1 lando u-

user2 lando woke up and chose violence

y/n_stills. U wanna take that back, kinder? @landonorris

landonorris yes ma’am, I apologize 😭

user2 Nvm i take it back

scuderiaferrari We’re.not.your.employer

user3 Y/N AND HER CONTINUES FEUD WITH FERRARI I CANNOT HAHAHHAA

y/n_stills. @user3 nahh ~ they luv me 😎

user4 Only Y/N, I swear.

mercedesamgf1 our garage is always open for you @y/n_stills.😉

user5 ariana what are you doing here??

user6 please do adopt y/n , she doesn’t bite… alot.

y/n_stills. @mercedesamgf1 🫣 I am on my way!

olliebearman @y/n_stills. where is the loyalty? Don’t leave me and @arthur_leclerc pls.

y/n_stills. Lmao ciáo~ @olliebearman

mclaren our food in exchange for race pictures 🤝

y/n_stills. DEAL! 🤝

oscarpiastri welcome to the team @y/n_stills. !

landonorris Noooooooo! my stoopwafels :(((

y/n_stills. This is why I love @oscarpiastri more than you @landonorris

user7 Big oof for lando, penalty for ocon.

redbullracing still visiting the garage next GP?

y/n_stills. You bet! or a certain driver will be all pouty and moody, we wouldn’t like that now do we @redbullracing?

user8 Y/N IS GOING TO REDBULL??!!

user9 holdupppp, a certain driver ?? Girl you—

user10 y/n please leave some for us 🥹

user11 y/n doesn’t collect f1 drivers, she collects f1 teams

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charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Race ready 💪

user1 Let’s go for podium!!

user2 Forza Ferrari!

scuderriaferrari Let’s go!

y/n_stills. Good luck out there Cha! ❤️

user3 oop… a soft y/n?

user4 feral y/n doesn’t exist when it comes to Charles

user1 wait… didn’t y/n take these photos?

user3 she did! Saw it on her ig posts

user1 then why did charles nor tag or give her credit?

user2 woah woah… that’s an L charles ://

user5 attentiones plagiarism 🔔‼️

user5 @charles_leclerc if you don’t bag @y/n_stills. Someone else will.

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user6 YO?! Max liked the comment?!!

user7 What??

y/n.exe (y/n private account)

navi.exe I’ll start my goodbye by saying I love you.

***

It’s not smart to post something so personal on the internet, but I never said I was smart on the first place, now did I? Because would a smart person stay where they are hurt the most?

“Y/N! Lets go the race is starting, you’ll miss your shots” A random Ferrari engineer startled me out of my thoughts — I would’ve known who that was if they we’re to stay a second longer, but much like the rest the person blended into the garage where it functioned in the systematic chaos that ensues every race.

Grabbing my camera , I stood up went out to take portraits of the person who doesn’t appreciate my work nor appreciate my person.

No, I am smart, love just makes the most intelligent of people stupid.

[akai-anna]

Rambling post about The Art TM

Firstly, a special thank you to @livmadart who fuelled my motivation with her lovely tags on my art to finish making this post as soon as I could (life just likes to get in my way). You are such an amazing person and artist (by the way, everyone should totally check out Liv's BDay piece for our favourite little menace BECAUSE IT'S GORGEOUS), and your words always mean a lot to me (even if I'm not the best at communication, for which I apologize, still love and adore you, despite the awkwardness and sporadic talks).

The Idea

My art was inspired by the amazing @detshin's piece. Ever since I've seen it, I felt the urge to make a companion piece for it; I adore the composition and the symbolism in it to bits.

The Concept

I also wanted to take my own spin on the piece. From the start I wanted:

Conan's eyes not being covered (because he can see)

Conan looking at the viewer like he is looking straight into your soul. No thoughts, head empty why, it just felt right.

His mouth to be the one that is covered in some way. The sheer symbolism of his mouth being obstructed (but cannot speak) just made my heart ache so badly.

Changing the outfit based on this musing of mine.

As for the rest, it came about when sketching around, and waiting for that CLICK in my brain. And the forget-me-nots covering his mouth was that CLICK: SYMBOLISM IS MY LIFEBLOOD.

The Materials

I had 2 techniques in mind: watercolours and soft pastels. Ultimately I decided on soft pastels because

I haven't worked with pastels in YEARS, yet I adore the technique

I haven't used these pastels since I got them from an attic cleaning that we did for an old lady last year-ish (they would have been thrown away, after YEARS OF DISUSE and my heart couldn't take it, SUCH BEAUTIFUL MATERIALS TO WASTE AWAY)

I felt that what the material has to offer suited this particular piece: the vibrant colours offering a certain contrast to the original piece, and a certain feel (especially on the right paper) to the texture.

After some testing, I decided that going with a dark background works better: it made the colours more vibrant, and the slight texture of the paper did its magic. + Dark VS Light background colour was another nice contrast between the two pieces.

The Making

At first I didn't know what to use to sketch with, so I tested a couple things, and ultimately went with a white pencil: easy enough to erase if needed but also visible enough to see on this particular paper I had.

Looking up and studying tons of reference pictures for various things (sometimes with more, sometimes with less luck): the pose, facial features, the flowers... I have a whole folder of 'em LMAO

Actually drawing that sketch LOL

Then came the colours, which I tested on a separate piece of paper, to see which ones I want to use... After that I added the main blocks of colours.

And when I liked it, proceeding with the actual colouring: mixing all the different colours and layering them. In some places I used 4-6 colours (or more, depending how you look at it), while I used only 2, but mostly 3 in others.

Lastly: I used hairspray as a fixative, which slightly changed the quality and texture of the pastels and colours. (See below.)

The Feelings

As mentioned above, it has been years (I think around a decade actually, what the fck) since I used soft pastels, so it was a bit of a challenge to get back into using the material (and I'm not as experimental and confident I want to be yet, and likely fried my brain a little in the process). Also tons of fun, though! I forgot how much fun is there in the process of creation, and this piece brought that back into my life.

[emblazons]

i’m about a month late to the ffvii rebirth fanfare but i saw your study/shot comparison for the ending while scrolling through some tags and was really curious to see if you had come up with any more conclusions since then! i just finished it a couple days ago and still reeling from it and have been enjoying hearing people’s thoughts about what the heck they think is going on. obvs cloud is not ok, but i’m still trying to decide just how much of what we’re seeing is due to his sanity going out the window and how much of it (if any) is aerith actually speaking to him and/or sephiroth messing with him. the way he tells the rest of the party to not look up at the sky though and none of them see what he sees, just clues them all in to the fact that he isn’t entirely all there anymore. a collective very concerned side-eye lol. somebody help him pls.

!!! oh friend, you're in a TON of luck: I actually started a few different commentaries on how I saw the ending on this weeks back, but didn't post them because I got distracted by other fandoms? I'm more than happy to share them though—not as developed as they could be, but some congealing of where my mind went upon finishing the game and rewatching the gameplay.

forewarning: FFVII ending spoilers + a long af post lmao

So I wrote this on my twitter (where I go to see things only on twt lol) the other day because of a bunch of concepts were clarified by the Ultimania + translators, which kinda sums up where my thoughts are:

Which...yeah. As I see it: as of the ending, Aerith is in fact dead in our current world (the one of the player narrative). How I see it, she's died in our primary timeline—though likely "alive" in the same way Zack is in some other timeline, in addition to her connection to every "universe" through the power of her connection to the planet as the last Cetra.

The white whispers (which represent Aerith/the will of the planet) as well as the “confluence of world” colors we see with Sephiroth are all around when Cloud supposedly “sees her alive" during the classic death scene—

—an indicator that the event itself was the "confluence" Sephiroth was trying to achieve, with Cloud experiencing several versions of it due to his own connection to Sephiroth/the lifestream/his fragmented mind. We see this both in what Sephiroth says around the event itself....and also the contrasting experiences of our party with what Cloud sees in the moment (+ through end of the game).

As I see it, Cloud’s consciousness by the end of FFVII:R-II is fully fractured; throughout both Remake & Rebirth he is already seeing visions affected by Sephiroth’s influence on the planet (the black whispers, the way hooded men and thin air turn into Sephiroth before his eyes)—and now, during the “confluence of emotions / worlds / reunion” mentioned (Aerith's death), Cloud’s already broken mind is slipping further into seeing “the middle space” of the worlds joined and prepared for destruction by Sephiroth in real time, rather than following the timeline of events in the world we play—a la the post that inspired your ask. :)

All that said: the reason he’s seeing Aerith (not just sensing her the way Red does in his own Lifestream connection) is because she’s a Cetra, and now (in death) the embodiment of the positive!Will of Gaia across worlds—so because of Cloud's connection to that "middle space" / ability to traverse different versions of reality because of his connection to Sephiroth, Cloud is interacting with her presence…despite it not being there for anyone else.

It’s also why he can see the sky split no one else can.

ADDITIONALLY:

The Aerith we see fight alongside Cloud in the final battle and the one we see walking around everyone as Cid fixes the plane…that’s the spirit of her person (think the Aerith of Advent Children). Aerith didn’t live this game—her spirit can communicate because of Sephiroth's successful confluence, though she’s ALSO "alive" in the same way Zack and Biggs are to us: aka she died in the world she was in but still exists in others, which Sephiroth confirms/explains both when Aerith pulls Cloud into another “doomed” world—

when he’s trying to manipulate Cloud in the Lifestream—

and when you’re fighting Sephiroth alongside Aerith in the void during the final battle (after she’s died).

Even so, Aerith “living on” as the last Cetra/the spirit of the planet + someone with access to multiple worlds through the "reunion" means she’s now as able to infiltrate Cloud's ongoing visions as Sephiroth is...and is likely trying to keep him even somewhat present despite his clearly fractured mind.

I think that’s implied repeatedly by through the hollow Holy Materia (implying both Aerith is no longer “there,” but still present + that cloud himself is now hollow)—

—and why/how the Black Materia (Sephiroth) is still manipulating him and very much driving his fractured thoughts, visions and actions.

As for the rest of the party: it's because no one but his “vessel-connected-to-Sephiroth” self (+ now dead-but-living-on-in-the-Lifestream Aerith) has any idea what he learned about worlds in the Lifestream that what’s happening to Cloud is lost on everyone (and why they look painfully concerned), and also why spirit!Aerith repeatedly gives him reminders to 1) not listen to Sephiroth and 2) focus on finding himself again.

All that said: because Cloud’s actual self is already slipping away from our present game TL by the second half of the game, it will have to be retrieved and rearranged—which we know will happen in game 3 (assuming you know the original FF7 plot where Tifa rearranges him in the Lifesteam) but that has to be changed from “Cloud finds out about Zack and finally cracks" because Cloud already knows about Zack in some capacity by the middle of Rebirth.

I personally think this sets us up for a really interesting resolution in that Tifa is going to probably have spirit!Aerith’s help putting Cloud back together in the Lifestream in game 3—and that she will likely play a bigger part in helping Cloud “find himself” in his own world again because it’s been made more apparent that she’s a full consciousness in the Lifestream/able to affect multiple worlds now because of Sephiroth completing the first step in his plan. That's more just hopeful on my part going into the next game than something rooted in analysis though.

But yes! those are my thoughts! I hope this gives you (more than a little) something. Feel free to ask if something isn’t clear though lol this was like 4 different half-done drafts combined 😂 Regardless, ty so much for the ask / giving me a reason to post them!

[ham-and-cheese-studios]

LONG RANT ABOUT MORMON CONFERENCE FROM A NEVERMO

Went on a rabbit hole on the mormon conference, something I've never heard about before (I grew up in a mostly mormon small town)

First I went through the #exmo tag and it was sad to see so many people forced to listen to bullshit spewed by pathetic, fragile, old men but also inspiring to see exmos retaliate and call out that bullshit for what it is. I wish the very best to any and all apostates to they can make a life that's actually theirs.

Then I went through the #tumblrstake tag and some of the shit I read reminded me of being back in high school, listening to all the popular mormon kids gush and gasm about what the church was doing. Like hooray we're building more temples because that's what we should be doing with our ill-gotten money instead of HMMMM I DUNNO DONATING TO CHARITY OR SOME SHIT?!!

But then it became both funny and concerning when I saw some queer mormons confused about why the bigwigs weren't using they/them pronouns, why they weren't affirming lgbt identities, etc. My kneejerk reaction to this was "uh cuz they don't fucking care lmao" but then it reminded me of a post made by a queer exmo that basically gave hope that queermos would realize there's a bigger, happier life outside of the church.... which there is! Like what life would you rather choose: a life where you have to mask your identity and act like you'll be accepted by a religion that has a clear history of bigotry? Or a life where you don't have to hide anything and be the rawest you you can be, not the one everybody else wants you to be?

But then there's the kicker: choice. It's easy for an outsider to be like "omg why don't they just leave lol", and I used to be that kind of person too. But now I realize that not too many people have that choice, hence the whole PIMO thing. The mormon cult isn't something you just leave. It would be so nice if it was easy for the religiously prosecuted TO leave like "oh this church isn't gonna allow a gay wedding, fuck em" or "oh this church believes my skin color is dark because God cursed me that way".

So I'll say it again that I'm proud of the exmos and pimos for escaping and slowly undoing years of brainwashing and manipulation. This mormiecon can suck a fart out of a skunks asshole. And to those questioning their faith in this cult and are struggling, keep questioning. Keep asking questions. You are not a lamb, you're a fucking human being and I wish you the best of luck on regaining your independence.

Anyway, I'm gonna go make some shitty memes about the stuff I read today cause humor is my godawful coping mechanism for living in a small town full of shitty mormons.

[celestialking]

Lemondrop

● NSFW 18+ only ● Minors/Ageless blogs DNI ● You will be blocked ●

Pairing: cc!Karl x amab!reader

Warnings: amab, orgasm denial/control, answering call during, dacryphilia, hatefucking but also not?, tell me if i missed something,

A/N: this ones a bit long lmao, also unedited :D

You should have known something wouldn't go your way today. And your thoughts were only confirmed by Dream's next sentence. "You did what?" You asked shocked. Dream looked at you then Sapnap. "Well you and Karl were sorta the last ones to answer so it made sense," 

He seemed startled by your reaction. "I can- I can ask Punz if he wants to switch," 

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "No no, it's alright, sorry I didn't sleep much last night," 

"You went to bed at 8," 

"Head hurts then, anyways it's fine. I don't mind sharing a room with Karl," 

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. "Hey!" a bubbly voice giggled behind you. A tall blur of a brunette rocketed past you and into the arms of Sapnap. 

"Karl, I didn't even see you walk in," Sap grinned, hugging him back. The brunette wiggled out of the hug and into Dreams'. 

"Hey Karl," Dream hummed. "We were just talking about rooms," 

Karl pulled back glancing at Sapnap. His mouth opened eagerly to chirp about staying in a room with Sapnap. "You'll be sharing with them," 

You watched Karl's body tense up, one of his fingers twitching subtly. "What?" Miraculously the smile on his face stayed. "That's great news," he added quickly. "Can't wait to stay with one of my favorite pals," Karl giggled, throwing himself on you. It was always like this; pretending to be civil in the rest of your friends' presence. You knew it would dissolve when you got there, however. 

Punz and George were already on their way to the hotel to make sure all the rooms were available and claimed as Sapnap had said he did on the website. The drive was long and equally frustrating with Karl throwing looks your way but in just a few seconds you'd be at your destination so it didn't even matter. 

Just as the rest of you pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, Punz called. "Just our luck we got the last 3 available rooms. Tell Sapnap he's no longer in charge of booking things,"

Before anyone else got a word in Sapnap hung up on him. "Not my fault I forgot til last minute," he grumbled. As soon as the car was parked you flew out of the vehicle and grabbed your bags. 

You were the first to the rooms and hopefully, Karl wouldn't be following you. The brunette had mentioned briefly on the way in the car he'd try to convince one of the others to share with you and switch spots with him. But honestly, you weren't sure that would be the case. Dream and George were sharing. Then Punz and Sapnap. 

You were crossing your fingers that whatever ethereal being that was in charge of your fate would grant you mercy this one time. A knock on the door made you glance up from putting your clothes into the closet. The knock was a bit too light to be Punz or Sapnap. Maybe it was George? Opening the door you were greeted with a fluffy brunette, just- not the one you were expecting. You froze internally cursing. Of fucking course. 

"Well? Are you going to move?" Karl muttered. It seemed the bubbly personality dropped when you were alone. You shifted to the side letting Karl into the room. Silently he claimed the dresser shoving his clothes nice and neatly into the drawers, a difficult task to do when pissed, before moving over to hang his shirts up. 

"So no one wanted to switch?" 

A puff of air escaped Karl's lips. "Well, Sapnap said he'd gladly switch but I wanted to share a room with him, Punz is lazy, Dream ignored me, I tried to convince George," he briefly paused. "But then Dream whined," 

You just nodded slightly. You would go ask them to switch with you, but honestly you'd rather stay and figure out what problem Karl seems to have with you. Problem number one, however, was figuring out how to survive the night. This would be Sapnap's second mistake; one bed. 

You both stared at the mattress. It was pretty apparent you'd have to share. You glanced at Karl who didn't seem to be bothered. Honestly now you kinda felt like maybe you had been imagining Karl's hate towards you. Maybe he really was just genuinely upset about not being able to share with Sapnap. You couldn't excuse the other behavior- but possibly he didn't mean offense. 

Pushing those thoughts to the side you realized it was already pretty late and you just wanted to sleep. The day was long full of car rides, Sapnap singing loudly in your ear and Karl blasting loud music through the speakers. Sleep sounded great. You changed into your sleep clothes ignoring Karl's glances for the most part. 

"What?" You finally sighed as you climbed into the bed. You didn't think you could deal with more of him today. 

"Aren't you coming to eat dinner?" 

"Just go without me," Karl hesitated at the door but left you alone to your blissful sleep. You don't even know when Karl got back. All you know is that at some point you woke up to flip over, your legs bumping into something. 

"Stop moving," Karl mumbled sleepily. You ignored him though, continuing to shift around to get comfortable. "I mean it, you're going to cause a problem," you paused for a moment. He couldn't possibly mean? Nah. You wouldn't complain if he did mean it that way but there was no way. Karl couldn't deal with you irritating him a bit more, it's just payback from the car ride. 

You moved more. Hands shot out grabbing your hips with an iron grasp. You whined trying to squirm away. Karl didn't look like it but he had a harsh grip. "I said stay still," You flushed feeling the so-called problem press against you. Karl's hot breath hit the back of your neck. 

You had always kind of liked Karl even though he'd act like a jerk to you sometimes. So if this was him offering a chance even for just one night you'd gladly take it. 

He seemed to be waiting. Playing into the situation you pressed yourself back to him. Karl threw the blanket off of the both of you turning you onto your back so he could be above you. Being ready for bed thankfully had already gotten rid of most of your clothes. You could see a way out, Karl seemed hesitant at first, waiting to see if maybe you'd changed your mind since the signal he gave forty-five seconds ago. You hadn't. 

You cleared your throat lightly before muttering. "Are you going to stare at me or do something idiot?" 

A grin spread across his lips. His hands wrapped around your wrists keeping them against the mattress below you. Lips found their way to your neck while he found his place between your legs. You shivered at the feeling of his tongue gliding across your skin, then came the feeling of teeth lightly biting. He was playing with you, teasing. 

You whined feeling him finally suck a mark onto your throat, then another, and another, all with respectful pauses between. He was taking his time and enjoying it as well. His hips slowly rolled down against you, grinded softly. 

You thought you might cry if he didn't hurry up. You grinded up against him, wrists pulling to be free. "Hurry up," you pouted. 

Karl pulled back to admire the few expertly left marks. "Hm? What's that? If you want something you'll have to ask a little louder," he was being cheeky. He knew what you wanted and you knew he did. You narrowed your eyes and Karl. "Cmon beg angel," 

Oh? He wanted a beg huh? 

"Fuck you," 

Karl couldn't help but coo "Aw, you're still mad at me?" His hand ghosted over your clothed cock making your hips buck. Karl giggled, making you spit more words. 

"I hate you," you snapped half-heartedly. 

Karl just giggled. "Is that why you're begging for me to touch you right now baby boy?" You flushed, turning your head to the side. Karl tutted softly, bringing your face back to him. "C'mon tell me some more, what do you want me to do exactly," but you couldn't. 

You felt him slowly pull your sleep pants down, waiting for a response. But every filthy thing you wanted to say got stuck in the back of your throat, twisting your tongue into a ferocious tie. 

Karl just grinned as if he knew this would happen. "Don't worry angel. I think I can guess," then he reached for your boxers, fingers curling around the band. This time you moved however grasping the fabric from moving. 

"I-" You both stared at one another. Karl wouldn't hurt you, not like this. You could trust him. "I want you to fuck me. Hard," 

Your grip loosened allowing him to drag down your boxers. Karl could tell that was the most graphic and closest thing to an answer he would probably get. Oh well. He'd work on it. 

"There we go," he cooed. "That wasn't so hard. Now keep your hands to yourself," he gently pinned your wrists by your head once more for a few seconds before going back to removing your clothes. His clothes followed not too much longer after that. Karl leaned slightly off the bed grasping one of his bags. From one of the zippers, he produced a thing of lube. 

"You brought that with?" 

Karl's cheeks flushed lightly. "I accidentally left it in here from my last trip," 

You hummed in a teasing manner. 

Karl brushed it off instead coating a few of his fingers. Slowly his fingers pushed in making you whine. He seemed as though he wanted to say something but through the push and pull of his fingers curling and stretching you open you couldn't bring yourself to ask. The gentle stimulation brought small whines and soft moans from your lips. 

The brunette had been just staring at your face, memorizing every detail that he could. He couldn't wait to watch you fall apart in front of his eyes. Karl watched your face scrunch slightly as he added another finger and tripled in speed. Your breaths turned harsher, the occasion pant slipping through, it felt amazing, but you needed more. You squirmed beneath him, rolling your hips down to meet his fingers. 

Karl laughed softly before making eye contact. "You know angel, you have to ask for what you want," 

"Fuck me," 

"Nicely baby, ask nicely," 

You felt a snappy response begging to tear free of your throat but you pushed it aside in order to whine "Please?" No way Karl could resist a pout. "Please fuck me now?" 

Watching his expression crumble you internally celebrated. Even more so when his fingers were removed. Silently Karl slicked up his cock before beginning to press in. Now it was your turn to hear pretty noises. Karl groaned, feeling you wrap around him so tightly. The hand that wasn't holding steady on your hip grasped your cock, he stroked as he continued to bottom out. 

"Fuck," he breathed. 

Your head was dizzy between the two different stimulations. His cock nestled deep pressing against every nerve as it filled you more, and the hand around your dick roughly jerking. Karl's hips were now slotted against yours. You had almost forgotten to breathe as he had entered. 

"Remember what you asked for," Karl sang warningly as his hand removed from your twitching cock. His hold adjusted on your hips.

What did you ask for? Oh yeah. Hard. 

Karl pulled out then slammed back in enjoying the loud startled moan that was yanked from you. It was too late for you. The pace Karl had chosen already turned your brain to mush; mindless babbles and whines as you grasped his forearms desperately. The only thing in your thoughts was how deliciously he filled you up. Lost in your own thoughts you hadn't heard Karl's mutters. Blissful mumbles of how you felt and the filthy things he wanted to do. 

Your hands were ripped off of his arms, Karl slamming them back to the mattress below. He leaned over your body, cornering you in further. Somehow his thrusts were deeper from this slight change in position. "You're not very good at listening, are you?" 

The way he talked was very different than you were used to. It was a bit harsh with a mix of condescending and sadism. The giggle that was so familiar was now being used to laugh at you instead of with you. The amusement and power trip Karl was getting from being above you was monumental. It was a power high like no other. Not meaning to add more to that flame you squirmed around begging to cum. 

"Already?" Karl teased, his lips dragging from your cheek to your collarbone. "Hm, I don't think so," the pitiful whine that filled his ears spurred Karl on. The thrusts turned harsher making small moans almost screams in his ear. 

The brunette's face, buried in your neck. You could feel his hot pants against your skin, lips occasionally pressing against a mark previously left. Just as that sweet orgasm began bubbling over Karl pulled back slightly, his dark eyes watching your every movement. Just as you were about to cum he stopped moving. You sobbed at the feeling of your finish fading away, clenching around his dick tightly. 

He caught the way you attempted to push your hips down to take what you wanted with a small grin. "I said no angel, you'll take what I give you and nothing more," he said sweetly. 

Karl rocked into you watching your cock bounce lightly. The tip was angry with his refusal, precum dripping down the side. Karl quickly thumbed over it ignoring your sensitive hiss. "You're making a bit of a mess," Karl whispered amused. "You'll get to cum soon," he added, seeing your expression.

Once he was sure, Karl sped back up. You were sure the sound of the two of you smacking and your combined noises were not subtle to anyone he might be rooming next door but you couldn't bring yourself to care. 

You were already painfully close once more, dick twitching as your body burned fire hot. The intensity of your soon-to-be orgasm was already crackling in your veins, burning its way through your spine. 

"You want to cum angel?" Karl asked sweetly. 

You nodded desperately, it seemed like tears of frustration were ever so close to falling. 

"Okay," he nodded. "You can cum, after just one more," then his hips stopped once more. 

You hiccuped grasping onto him once more, you were so close again. Karl rocked against you as your orgasm was denied for the second time. "I'll make you feel so good baby just you wait," he promised feverishly pressing kissed against your throat. 

Tears filled your eyes as he pistoned into you. The pleasure that was building up once more was almost overwhelming. You didn't even notice the few tears stream down your cheeks, too distracted by the need to cum. 

Karl slowed his thrusts down. "I've always wanted to see you cry under me," his fingers wiped away a few while continuing to turn you into putty. You would have responded but the pleasure had fogged your brain making it impossible to speak with your heavy tongue. 

You felt weightless yet heavy at the same time. A blissful mix of fuzzy and warm. Karl's lips were moving, saying something else, but you weren't quite sure what it was. His thrusts slowed down even more, to a gentle grind and occasional sharp jolts. Karl's hand going over your mouth brought you back to your senses a bit. His phone was in his hand, Karl grinning down at you. 

"We're fine Sap I don't know why you'd be worried. I- oh, okay. Yeah, here-" Karl put the phone on speaker. "Angel, why don't you talk to him?" 

Sapnap said something garbled on the other line that you just hummed to. 

His tone turned a little more confused and questioning so you must have answered wrong. 

"M just tired Sap long day, eat lots of breakfast tomorrow promise, night," you pawed the phone away from you, Karl grinning like a mad man. You wanted him gone so you could finally reach that peak. He put the phone back to his ear, answering with short remarks. 

"Oh yeah, don't worry Sap, I'll take good care of him," he tossed the phone to the side. 

Then Karl's hands were back on your hips, slamming into you. You cried out, as his cock seemed to reach deeper than before. "I think we were being a little too loud angel, that and your missing dinner appearance," your cock bounced with every thrust of his. 

Karl let out a whine that had your stomach twisting. Warmth erupted as he filled you with his cum. You weren't far behind him thanks to his continuous denial of your orgasms. His hand wrapped around your cock roughly jerking you off as he slowly thrust. Sinful noises fell from your lips as you attempted to squirm away from him, still trying to stay quiet. 

"Go on baby boy," Karl muttered softly. You trembled and shook in his hands. Finally, cum dribbled onto his hand. "Good boy," Karl's lips pressed against your throat, continuing to stroke you and thrust through your orgasm. 

Only once did you begin to whine of overstimulation did he stop. You laid dazed in the bed while Karl got a warm washcloth to help clean you up and redress the boxers. 

"After our trip, you should come back with me to my house," you raised an eyebrow as he climbed back into the bed with you. Karl pulled you up to his chest, yanking the blanket over the two of you. "I've got plenty of toys I could try with you, and you could be as loud as you like," 

You smacked his arm lightly. "Say something less horny," 

"Okay, I don't hate you. You're just oblivious and it was the classic 'guy is mean to their crush'," 

"..." 

"Angel?" 

"I don't hate you too," 

"That's- that's it?" 

"Let me ride you next time and maybe I'll throw a little bit of the L word in there too," 

"Love?" 

"Like," 

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[peachdues]

heya Peach, good luck with your solo court appearance, you're gonna rock it!!

for the ask game, how about 🦉🌿🌸?

Hello my darling!! It went well — I said “no objection” and that was it lmao.

As for the ask game!

🦉— morning person or night owl?

Definitely depends on what’s going on in my life. While studying for the bar I was a night owl, but more recently I’ve been a morning person. I prefer mornings, though!

🌿 — favorite outfit?

A selkie-esque fairy dress I wore to my law school graduation and again in Disney world on our first night. Got stopped by SO many people with compliments — staff, other guests, you name it.

🌸 — best compliment?

This is gonna sound so fucking self absorbed but I’ve received so many compliments over my life and they’ve all been varied. I’ll share some of my highlights:

A young child once looked at me in target and went *gasp* “snow white” (I was wearing a royal blue sundress it was adorable)

An old man begrudgingly admitted I out-haggled him on prices for vinyl at a seaside resort

I’ve been told I’m sharp as a whip which is fun

My personal favorite is “I thought you were terrifying at first but then I got to know you” (I’ve heard this one a TON)

Pretty much any time a woman or girl has stopped me and called me beautiful (it doesn’t hit the same way when men do it, I end up making a disgusted face)

[hatsunevitu]

did i mention i love kyman crossovers? i have come up with a kyman au that is a crossover with infinity train.

first of all if someone has no idea what infinity train is, that’s a cartoon about an odd train with an endless amount of cars in it. people get to this train suddenly, and they have a green flashing number on their hand, each is individual. it represents the main psychological trouble a person has. number can go up and down depending on how far a person is from solving the problem. the main aim of the train is to help ppl solve their trouble and make peace with themselves. (for example the main character of season 1 was a girl whose parents were divorced, and she blamed herself for that. she could only get off the train when she realised she’s not responsible for their decision and sometimes things change for the better)

so basically m4 + butters got to the train to the different cars each, but eventually they would find each other. i think first of all kyle found someone like butters or kenny, and cartman found stan. they would wander around through all those cars trying to understand the meaning of the numbers. when they finally all met up they saw that everyone’s numbers are different (butters has the biggest one and kenny has the least one) except for kyman because they share the same number. and it really pisses them off, because they have no idea why the hell they have something (anything) in common. so they’d start arguing and fighting AND THE NUMBER SUDDENLY WENT UP.

cartman: Aye! Are you copying me or what?

kyle: What are you talking about, Fata– oh! Your number! The same as mine…

cartman: Yeah, Kahl, that’s what I wanted to ask you about!

kyle: I have no idea why it is this way. Probably a coincidence?

cartman: What are the odds of this, huh?

kyle: I don’t know! And fuck off already, I’m already pretty sick of hearing you again.

cartman: You’re sick?? I’m the one who is forced to stay in a godforsaken closeted space with fucking Kyle!

kyle: Ughhh, it was much better to walk with Kenny, you fat fuck.

cartman: Yes, I also prefer Stan’s company muuuch better! …Wait.

kyle: Huh?

cartman: The number. It changed. It was 167 and now it’s 176!

kyle: …Mine too…

cartman: So they are connected.

kyle: I guess they are…

cartman: Oh, screw it, now my number is connected to the jew’s number! That’s not good, I swear it’s a bad luck…

kyle: Shut up already, would you?? I’m trying to think. You made our numbers go up.

cartman: Oh, so now it’s my fault?!

kyle: Whose else could it be?

cartman: My number was totally fine until I met you! I bet you did something to it and now because of your tricks I’ll never leave that train and never go home and that means I’ll never eat my goddamn KFC dinner my mother had promised me today.

kyle: Oh, so that’s the only thing that bothers you??

cartman: No, it actually bothers me a lot that I’m stuck here with you, of all people!!

(lmao btw the numbers are not random, 167 is a number of s16e7 “cartman finds love” and 176 is “ginger cow :D)

so they fight a lot and their number goes up and up, and then cartman does one small nice things for kyle and number goes a but down, so he realises the number depends on their friendship??? so he starts using it trying to act nice and good to kyle (not genuinely ofc)

cartman, opens the car’s door for kyle: After you, my dear friend.

kyle: What are you doing?

cartman: What? Just trying to help you, that’s all.

kyle: …You enter this one first.

cartman: What. Why?

kyle: I don’t trust you. It’s probably the most dangerous one and you just want to lock me there or something.

cartman: Why would I do that, Kahl?

kyle: Because you hate me.

cartman: That’s not true! It’s just friendly fighting, nothing more. Come on, Kyle, I’ll help you with that car! Hey, and did I mention you look sooo great today?

kyle, raising an eyebrow: The fuck are you talking about? What’s the catch? And why do you keep looking at your number?

cartman: Oh my GOD! Can’t I just be nice to you for a goddamn minute without you suspecting me of some delusional ideas, you fucking jew?!

kyle: I want to know why you’re nice, because I will never believe you’re genuine about that.

cartman: Oh, for fuck’s sake, just keep going!

and he realises it doesn’t work until it’s sincere.

so it takes them about two months to fix their friendship and be honest about it. that they don’t actually hate each other, that they have much more in common than they thought. and then they’re stuck at something like 10, for, um, two weeks. nothing they do can change their number no matter how nice and good they are to each other. the thing is the train wanted them to be honest to themselves, and they couldn’t do it without admitting they like each other more than friends :3

AND OH GOD PLS TELL ME IT DOESN’T SOUND DELUSIONAL AND CRINGE BECAUSE IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS SHIT FOR LIKE THE WHOLE DAY.

[boyswanna-be-her]

Lmao the walk was super fun but only two people showed up (my biggest fan, who was obvs gonna be there, and a new friend who we both met at the same time through volunteering which is cute and fun, he's a p good deal younger than us). Since it was just the 3 of us, we hiked the WHOLE trail system and had a blast. Got lunch afterwards. I invited them to come out to the beach with me, and my friend decided to follow me straight out and new boy went home first but then flaked and never ended up coming to the beach.

So the clown dance continued, we swam and sunned and laughed, came back to my apartment, eventually got hungry and went to dinner, our third meal together in a row today. At every point they were hesitant to leave and happy to be invited to do the next thing. The only reason why we're not together now is that we're supposed to lift tonight at their place with someone else joining, so they headed back to their own side of town while I went home to take a shower.

This is actually a great holding pattern as far as I'm concerned. We spend as much time and I'd be willing to spend with someone I was dating, and I enjoy spending time with them more than being alone (USUALLY more, sometimes they're in a mood and I'd rather split). It's been so long since I've ACTUALLY enjoyed someone's company more than my own that I wasn't sure that would ever even happen again for me. I'm happy with this. The chemistry is there but--and holy shit i can't believe im saying this--I don't actually want to risk our friend...ship? Lmao? Who am i?

I also made an offhand comment about planning something fun and they responded "I don't really drink so that can make it hard" and of course in light of recent life changes on my side I'm like 👀👀👀 that is the opposite of a problem! But it also makes me sad bc they have been drinking with me some on our off hours and it sounds like they were just trying to keep up with me/not murder the vibe and that was SO not necessary. It also makes some stuff track more in retrospect (like "oh what was up with them that night?" ends up being "they were sleepy bc they dont drink booze normally"). Anyway, since it came up organically I told them that I was actually working on my sobriety and that it was difficult with my parents as enablers/people who want a drinking buddy from their child--and wouldnt you fucking know, bc we have everything else in common, they also have the SAME dynamic w their parents. And they seemed happy that sobriety was something I was thinking about and valued, but possibly more relieved that I actually DO enjoy our time together when we're both sober and want to do more of that.

We're finally getting into some deeper shit and I'm learning about their history and what makes them tick. Like they speak their mind super freely, but they are SO private about their family and personal life to the point that it feels almost too intimate to learn some of this shit that people who have known them longer are oblivious about. On the other hand, I'm a open book about everything I've been through and my mental health but good fucking luck getting an earnest take out of me on anything unless i deeply trust you. It makes for a weird game of learning about each other. I thanked them today for being a friend who's down to clown with all of my stupid suggestions and admitted that I normally just do everything alone but it's more fun with them. They expressed it all back to me. Alone for a long time, fine with that, surprised to find me, thankful for that too. It's just like, hm. Very comfy. And I don't worry about being wanted or wearing out my welcome, and I don't get taken advantage of, and they stand up for me and do nice things for me, and feed me and worry about me. That's such a nice change for me from being either The Provider or a person who wants for nothing or no one. It's scary to want someone in my life, even in this capacity, but it's more rewarding than I thought it could be without, yknow, actively trying to date or hook up. I feel like the possibility of something more is stalking us from location to location like the monster in It Follows--sometimes our knees are nestled together while we talk and it's breathing down our necks and sometimes we're both distracted and moody and it's not something either is thinking too much about, but fuck if it isn't always there and a thing I think we will inevitably make a choice about in the future but.

[dogwittaablog]

hi i’m bingo anon! if you’re curious, i AM bitter on behalf of my friends and the other women who have been ostracized and shamed by the members of our community for speaking out about our experiences with the local hockey clubs. you don’t know your faves are predators and abusers because those of us who speak out are silenced until we won’t speak out anymore.

but i am more than just bitter. i am irritated that everyday i see blogs dedicated to people that have been protected by their clubs and businesses that support the home team.

i am outraged that they get their behaviour covered up, past wiped clean, and are presented to the rest of the world with a cute backstory about ‘overcoming adversity’.

i’m livid that some fans see glimpses of their behaviour and dismiss it so easily as a misunderstanding or lapse of judgement.

i’m furious that even the ones who don’t make it to the majors are treated like kings in town no matter how many years have passed since they reach peak mediocrity.

and i’m really sad that more people are jumping up to defend their own feeling about players than learning from the stories we’ve heard. some of you would fit in perfectly in the chicago blackhawks organization.

Agree and see where you’re coming from with pretty much all you have to say… it’s seriously unfair and it’s just seeing someone get praised while you sit back and know the REAL truth is infuriating, and it’s true that most conversation that try to bring some things to light usually get shut down and only a very few would want to listen on what’s being said… and if you’re the person who decides to open there mouth… good luck… like seriously.

The whole getting “treated like kings” and “peak mediocrity” holy fuck they probably only want to go to those certain places to feel the praise they felt when they were 17 because they went no where or didn’t hit the projectory they thought they would lmao. They got that typical “peaked in highschool” mentality.

“Some of you would fit in the blackhawks organization” I don’t know if you’re directing this at any anons on here? Or just making that a general statement? Just because some that might read this might think that you’re directing at them. I feel like people on here have talked about there feelings or brought up how they felt about certain things they’ve have come to figure out, but I don’t know if it was necessarily defending?

[abrahamvanhelsings]

thank youu for tagging me @zaegreus 💙🐳

WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

not really, i believe my mother happened to know someone, a colleague or something, and she liked the name so on the baby name list it went. as far as my new chosen name which ive been trying out here and there, it's just the male version of my legal documents name, but since that's dorian it always makes people go 'ooo like from oscar wilde's dorian gray?' OR they go 'oh like in dragon age' and both of these things. queer. lmao.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

hmm i don't quite remember, i think i cried about palestine a couple of weeks ago bc i was very stressed abt work and my emotions were very close to the surface so to say, and this genocide happening right in front of our eyes while the world acts like it isn't makes me feel incredibly powerless and lose my faith in humanity. to see suffering and ignore it - to refuse to see these people as people, with lives and dreams and feelings that are each worth the universe, at all. just inconceivable to me.

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

no. and despite what my mother likes to think i do not want them and i never will.

WHAT SPORTS HAVE YOU PLAYED/DO YOU PLAY?

i played football for a couple of years as a teenager. i also did horse riding for a year or two as a child, but then the timing of the lessons got awkward in regards to dinner so i had to stop. i still kind of miss it every once in a while though, because i really love horses and riding is very nice. uhh i also did archery for two years or something. and when i stopped playing football when i was 15 i went on to rowing and i haven't stopped doing that since! honestly a pretty important part of my life, there's a lot of time that goes into practice alone and i also have to volunteer at the club (common courtesy as a member), but i really love it. don't think ill ever stop doing it if i can help it.

DO YOU USE SARCASM?

uh yeah all the time lmaoo which sometimes people do not catch on to and then it seems like i've just said something incredibly rude or patently insane but we roll with life's punches. which in this case is failing a 'have a normal conversation' check.

FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

hands! im very peculiar about hands and i will commit a felony for a beautiful pair of them. this goes for eyes too but looking straight into people's eyes is, like, more intimate than sex so i tend not to do that very much even if i think someone's eyes are beautiful immediately. and also, people's shoes, bc i honestly believe that if there's any piece of clothing that can tell you a lot about a person it's shoes lmao

WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR?

hazel, they kinda go from brown to green depending on the shirt im wearing and the way the light falls into them

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

kind of depends on your definition of scary? i don't like horror at all but i can enjoy a good thriller. generally i think i prefer happy endings though. still, a good tragedy every once in a while... in fact one of my favourite movies of all time (in the mood for love) has a very bittersweet ending. and also i am terror crew of course

ANY TALENTS?

i used to be decent at drawing but i haven't really done that for years bc academia sucks the life out of you. same goes for writing - i so wish to take up writing fanfic and original works again and i have so many ideas, but then whenever i have the time i do not feel the energy. oh but im very good at public speaking! has always come naturally to me which is quite a stroke of luck

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

provincial town somewhere in the north of the netherlands

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

rowing, playing the piano, and the usual stuff i.e. reading, watching things (including sports) and playing video games. idk if id classify climate activism as a hobby? im not doing it for fun but bc it's necessary, but we do try to have a good time of it bc it's not sustainable mentally/physically if you don't. i also play board games with some of the climate activism people in my city every once in a while

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

no! my parents used to have cats but when they died they didn't take new ones and im away from my own apartment more often than im there bc of work and sports and activism and friends blah blah blah so it isn't really a good idea for me to take a cat or something if we can't even be proper companions

HOW TALL ARE YOU?

ehh 169 cm or so

FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

even though i studied history i think latin and ancient greek were my favourite subjects in high school bc that's where i actually learned things. the history teacher just let me do whatever bc it was all too easy for me anyway, but latin/greek were actually challenging even though i was good at them. in fact my highest mark on the big national high school exams was for greek! also i told you about my amazing latin teacher :')

DREAM JOB?

man i don't even know anymore. for the longest time i thought i wanted to work in academia but now im doing a phd and im seeing all the uni politics up close im like... man... all of you people and your made up rules and your cronyism and toxic power dynamics and your hierarchies suck ass for real. but then idk what else id do bc even though i like museums that whole world is impossible to get into without literal nepotism so yeah. marry rich and set up something cool to popularise opera among younger generations? lmfao

tagging @garlandgerard @boogiewoogieweeb @croziers-compass @burrowingregg @tadpal @tideswept if you feel like it 💚🐢