#Ok focus this is a story about clothes and people wearing the clothes of their SO(s) and whatnot

[fcthots]

Okay but I like to think that Jason's helmet has like noise and brightness controls so he can focus when things get bad.

If you ever have a sensory overload day when he's near, and everything is just too bright, too loud, too much, he'll gently plunk his helmet on your head, turned down to block out almost everything but still leave you aware enough of your surroundings to know he's there.

The quiet helps, your eyes don't hurt as much. And you feel safe knowing he's protecting you.

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ANON THIS IS FUCKING EVERYTHING

this may be a little too self-indulgent but, fuck it, I needed this

It started when you fell asleep last night, not meaning to, so you had to take a shower in the morning. Then you had to wear the pair of stiff jeans because you had fallen asleep before you washed clothes. Then the seams of your shirt became incredibly bothersome and ever-present. All of this is to say: you were destined for failure today.

The Wayne family had agreed on a public outing to go eat and keep up appearances. Afterwards, everyone would head back to the manor to either get ready for patrol or just hang out. The entire family was invited and so were the significant others, hence you. It's not something you could cancel and Jason was so happy to ask you to go. You were determined to tough it out. For him.

You sat down at the table and your chair was uneven and wobbly. Ok. Ignore it. Move on. The lights were almost painfully bright. You tried not to think about it. The music was on loop but there was a small static gap when it looped and the song itself wasn't long, so the static was every minute. Ignore it. You were seated with your back to the door so you couldn't see when or where noises were coming from. Ignore it. There was a baby crying somewhere around the back of the restaurant. Ignor-

Someone taps you and your shoulders raise. Jason retreats his hand back immediately.

"Are you ok?" You can see the worry and calculation in his eyes.

"I'm okay." Your words sound grating to your own ears.

He doesn’t look like he buys it. "Do you want me to order for you?"

You nod your head and he has you point to what you want on the menu.

You hold polite small talk with the entire family and try to avoid touching the napkin that's texture felt like sandpaper. You can do this.

You ignore the shuttering of paparazzi photos from the window and the constant buzz of screaming from outside.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. You can do this.

The waiter comes back and hands out the food. Yours is very clearly burnt.

But Bruce is paying for the food and it would be rude not to eat it, right? Yeah that's something that your mother told you.

You put it in your mouth and do your best not to gag at the texture. Jason narrows his eyes at you. Fuck, he's onto you. You smile and put your all into not gagging until he turns back to look at Dick, who is telling a story.

Nailed it.

Eventually. Finally. You get to leave the restaurant.

But it's already too late for you. You can hear cars wizzing by, horns, tires screeching, engines revving, people yelling, and all other sounds of Gotham traffic. You're thankful Jason drove his car today and not his motorcycle ir you think you would have died. Steph and Duke are engrossed in their own conversation in the backseat after they refused to ride back with Bruce after he disagreed with their opinions in some fight you didn’t get the full picture of. Jason eyes you warily, but doesn’t say a word.

It's barely 5 minutes before you're at the manor. You're sitting on the couch, back straight and legs together. Alfred likes the living room to be bright, so all the lights are on. Great for Alfred. Terrible for you. You swear there must be 50 people in this fucking family because you can hear each and every one of their voices.

The sounds are grating, the lights are too bright, Cass and Tim are tossing their gear at each other over the couch and over you head, the dogs are barking, someone is yelling, Dick squeezes your shoulder as he walks past (with good intentions), you can't fucking think-

Jason's helmet is slipped over your head. He's done it before, just not often, so you forgot it even had the function.

Everything is made dark. The noise, instead of sounding like its coming rom inside your skull, sounds low and distant. Cass catches her last piece of armor from Tim and moves presumably to go down to the cave.

It's like a sensory deprivation tank and you think you might just cry of relief.

You see Jason crouch in front of you. His voice, though quieter than it usually would be, is still clear.

"Better?"

You wordlessly nod your head. In doing so, you notice that everyone else is gone. When did that happen?

"Why didn’t you tell me?" You start getting nervous. You just knew how excited he was and didn’t want to ruin it for him. And you know he still would have wanted you to tell him, but you felt terrible. You anxiously raise your shoulders into a nervous shrug.

He sighs. "I shouldn't have asked. Questions only make it worse, huh?"

You nervously nod your head. He laughs.

"'M sorry, baby."

You shake your head no before he can continue that train of thought.

"You wanna go put on one of my big comfy shirts and we can put you in my bed?"

You nod again. That sounds like fucking heaven.

He holds out his hand and you take it.

[leidensygdom]

Ok, I'm gonna start a post idea I had been pondering. If you're either mentally or physically disabled and you have opinions about representation, this is the thread for you!

So, I've been seeing more people trying to tackle the topic of autism in their stories, but I've felt some of it tries to woobify a bit what is to live with autism, or just focus on the more socially acceptable quirks of it. And as someone with autism/ADHD (was suspected of it for most of my life, got it finally diagnosed by my therapist (who specializes in autism and ADHD) last year), sometimes I'd like for people to acknowledge the more unsavoury parts of it, the weird quirks, etc.

So, this post is going to be about that- If you wanna help people understand how your disability/neurodivergency affects your life, feel free to add to it! Just mention what do you have (no need for a full list, just what you consider relevant to the post) and some experiences, quirks, anecdotes or such that you think that are not often seen in stories or media, and that you consider an important part of it. They don't need to be huge things! I encourage people to share just whatever they feel comfortable. My list is gonna be a mix of stuff, but yours can be very different. Let me start!

Clothes and how they feel was surprisingly one of the most disruptive parts of my autism. As a kid, if I was forced to wear something that caused me some bad texture/sensitivity issues, it would significantly affect my behaviour and performance. It took me many years to be allowed to use mostly sportswear. (And it turns out being a "girl" (not anymore) wearing only sportswear tends to cause a whole lot of bullying)

This happens even nowadays. I've found out that non-heeled boots are more comfortable to me than sport shoes, because feeling something against the back of my foot makes me feel overwhelmed. I tend to wear yoga pants under actual pants, because they keep the actual pants' seams from causing sensory issues. There's almost a sort of ritual on how do I need to combine clothes to be able to function "normally", mostly consisting on reducing how much they annoy me.

On that topic, hygiene is actually a huge thing too. As a kid, I wasn't allowed to shower daily. Days I didn't shower, no matter how much I tried to keep my hygiene in other days, were "bad days" to me. I would literally plan hanging out with friends or eating out around the days I was allowed to shower. I could physically feel the difference between the day I showered and the day I didn't (even if I washed my face, armpits, used the bidet, etc).

This is true even nowadays. I can thankfully now shower daily, which isn't recommended by a lot of experts (specially because it can damage your hair and skin), but it's more worth to me than having days where I feel like I shouldn't be seen in public.

Being overwhelmed sucks! Meltdowns are mostly associated with kids, mostly because adults either learn to mask them, or do everything they can to AVOID having that meltdown. I've mostly figured out routines and such. There's this one place we go eat out every other Tuesday- And in the hours we go in, there's a sort of silent corner that is always free. This week's schedule was a mess, so we went yesterday to that same place, and the silent corner was filled with a very loud group. I got extremely overwhelmed. But enough masking drilled to me means I just sat there unable to talk for maybe 30 minutes.

Autistic adults still do have autism and experience often the full spread of traits, they've just found ways to mask, or avoid being in situations where they do need to do that. I've adapted my life and routine to that. But sometimes I land on situations out of my comfort zone that will make me feel just like when I was a kid. I want to freelance online because I'm fully aware I can't perform properly in a public facing job.

Group projects sucked so much. I know they suck for most people, but most times it was easier for me to do the entirety of the project by myself and add the others' names to it than dealing with chasing people for their parts. My college had a 6-months-long massive group project in the last year, with a 7 people group, which obviously I couldn't do alone. The whole experience was so harmful in so many ways I've had several full therapy sessions talking about it :'')

One of the reasons it's because mental flexibility is HARD with autism. If i set a schedule, I expect that schedule to be followed. If people agree to do a part, I expect that part to be delivered (unless there's a proper reason) on due time. People hate this a lot usually! It will tear group projects apart!

Stimming can be harmless, or it can be very annoying to some. I tend to shake legs and play with something in my hands. I could easy this off drawing in classes- My high school found out that I was paying more attention when I was allowed to draw in classes, and my academic performance was pretty much perfect, so they gave me permission to do that.

However, I had a teacher in middle school that did forbid me from drawing. I stimmed during a class with pens- She got so mad she sent me home with a note to my parents they had to sign. Fun!

Not exactly an anecdote, but I am ace. I hate the discourse about "making an autistic person be aro or ace is infantilizing autism". Aro/ace people can have autism. That's just how it is. I've been infantilized a lot for being ace- Which only got worse because I am autistic, and people perceived some of my special interests as child-ish. The combo didn't make things easy.

On that topic, people will often be very patronizing of your opinions or takes for being autistic. I've had people debate my sexuality (or lack of thereof), my gender identity and presentation, my hobbies, my preferences for everything, down to "what do you want to eat tonight?". This isn't too different to shitty takes about how "autistic people are more prone to being affected by the trans activistsTM", because people assume autistic people can't choose on their own. Trust me: We can.

Anyhow, I'd love if this post could be a good compilation of these sort of anecdotes! I think it could help people who wanna learn more about what is it to live with specific disabilities (and how to better portray them in media)

[krirebr]

I Know I Should Know Better 1

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Female Reader, minor Colin Shea x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,873

Summary: Curtis has been working as your body guard for almost two years now. Standing by and watching you work and party your life away is becoming more and more difficult, but is there anything he can do about it?

Warnings: Angst, adult themes, minor age difference (not explicit in this part, but reader is mid-twenties and Curtis is early thirties), drinking, sex mention, exhibitionism (from unhappy observer's POV), explicit language, bad boyfriend, self-destructive behavior, anxiety, negative self-talk. The reader's having a bad time, you guys. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist

A/N: Alright you guys, prepare yourselves for a lot of angst and a sloooow burn. The focus and goal of this story is definitely Curtis x Reader, but as it starts, Colin x Reader is the actual couple. This first part is in Curtis’s pov, but the plan is to alternate povs by chapter.

I hope you love this Curtis as much as I do. If you could let me know what you think with a comment or reblog, I'd appreciate it so much. Thank you for reading, lovelies! 💜

Curtis hated this job. 

The sounds of lewd moans and the repeated banging of a headboard hitting the wall filtered through the bedroom door into the common area of the large hotel suite. The new guy, Jensen, shifted uncomfortably in his chair at the small bar off the kitchenette, his eyes frequently cutting to the bedroom door.

“Just ignore it. It’s none of our business.” Curtis growled from his place at the island.

“Right. Sure,” Jensen nodded and just kept looking towards the room. Curtis rolled his eyes. He’d get used to it. 

The stylist and hair and makeup people were already set up in the 2nd bedroom. They’d been due to start 20 minutes ago. Michelle, your assistant, came careening out of that room and stopped dead in the center of the living room, locking eyes with Curtis. “We don’t have time for this!” she pleaded with him.

Curtis sighed and nodded and walked over to the bedroom. He banged on the door three times with the side of his fist bellowing, “Time to get going!” He really hated this job. 

“What the fuck???” cried a masculine voice from inside, quickly followed by your own uncontrollable giggles. 

Five minutes later, you finally came out dressed in a robe from the hotel, your hair all over the place. A man followed you, dressed only in his boxers. Colin. He’d been around for a few months. He was a rockstar, but in Curtis’s opinion, everyone was using that term loosely. He was in a band that was working on its sophomore album. Curtis only knew this because the guy wouldn't shut up about it. He wasn’t any worse than the other fuck boys you usually dated, but he certainly wasn’t the best of them either. Colin collapsed onto one of the loveseats, legs spread wide, and helped himself to the fresh fruit that was laid out on the coffee table.

“Ok!” you said when you got to the center of the room, hands on your hips, megawatt smile fully on display. It was always so blinding, even when he was annoyed with you, like now. “Where am I needed?”

“Go in there, please!” Michelle pointed. “We’re running so late!”

You just laughed. “Which is why you always build extra time into the schedule. Calm down, we’re fine.”

Curtis walked over to Colin and nudged one of his shoes with his own foot to get his attention. “Get dressed,” he growled. “It’s time for you to go.”

“Oh! He’s coming with us,” you said, just as you disappeared into the room, Michelle right on your heels.

Colin smirked obnoxiously up at him and wiggled his eyebrows. “Yeah,” he said, “I’m coming with you.”

“Fine,” Curtis gritted out. “I assume you’ll be wearing clothes when we leave?”

Colin stood up and slapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t you worry, Curty boy, I’ll get myself all pretty for you” and then went back into the main bedroom.

Curtis ran his hands down his face and stared up at the ceiling as he tried to calm himself. He hated this job. Maybe it was time to get into corporate security. Anything had to be better than this.

As he was thinking, Jensen cleared his throat behind him. “Is it always like this?”

“Yes,” he growled out without turning around, and then went to get an updated ETA from Michelle.

Curtis had been with you for almost two years now. Your team had brought him on during the stalking incident at the MTV Movie Awards. That situation had luckily been resolved quickly, but he'd stayed on after. 

On paper, the job was simple. Keep the house secure. Make sure strangers don't get close enough to touch you. Keep your parents as far away from you as possible. Always know the exits. Easy enough.

And he’d been surprised to find that he actually liked you. Outside of the clubs and parties, the VIP sections and private rooms. When you were easier to imagine as just a normal person. You weren’t as entitled as he’d expected. You worked hard and seemed to want to do a good job, even if you couldn’t keep to a schedule to save your life. Sometimes he felt like the wild streak was just something you put on, an obligation. But that was a ridiculous observation. He just worked for you. He didn’t actually know you.  

So it’d been a good job for a while, but at some point the balance between wild child and committed actress started to shift. And with that, the hours got longer, the entourage got bigger, the parties got wilder. The fuck boys got worse. It was taking its toll on him and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could do it.

Curtis was standing in the green room of the talk show, watching your interview on the large TV mounted on one wall. Tanya, your publicist, stood near him, her arms crossed and brow furrowed as she watched, while Michelle sat on the couch, going through emails, and Colin parked himself in front of the food that had been laid out, now on his third beer. 

“She’s stiff,” Tanya remarked to no one in particular.

“Yeah, cause you wouldn’t let her have any of that,” Colin said, gesturing with a piece of meat in his hand to the ice bucket full of alcoholic drinks on the coffee table. Tanya had instituted a strict ‘no substances before interviews’ policy after the last time you’d done Kimmel and the interview had gotten a little too loose.

“She’s doing fine,” Michelle said, without looking up from her computer, but Curtis had to agree with Tanya. You did seem stiff. Uncomfortable. But he knew it had more to do with the current topic than any external factors. They’d dedicated an entire segment to the show you were on as a kid. It’s what made you famous. You never really talked about it. Didn’t seem to like to, but it almost always came up in interviews. Sometimes you laughed through it and it was fine, but other times it was more like what was happening now. He wouldn’t say that he knew or understood you, but he could read you and right now he could see, under your smiles and giggles that would fool anyone who didn’t spend their days watching you, that you were coming apart at the seams. He prepped a text to Jensen, telling him to pull the car around and saved it so all he’d have to do was hit send. Then he just waited for the interminable interview to end, clenching and unclenching his fists as he watched you put all your energy into just getting through it. 

Finally the conversation wrapped up and the host threw to a commercial after announcing the next guest. Curtis sent the text, grabbed a bottle of water from the ice bucket, and was already almost through the door and into the hallway when Colin exclaimed, “What the fuck?! She was supposed to mention my tour!”

Curtis was sure there was some sort of reaction to that, but he wasn’t around to see it because you were already coming around the corner, being led by a PA. You locked eyes with him and as soon as you were close enough for him to hear, you whispered, “Get me the fuck out of here.” He nodded and herded you down the hall, around several corners, until you got to a little enclave under a set of stairs with several plush armchairs. 

“Jensen’s bringing the car around,” he said gently, handing you the water bottle he’d been holding. “We can go out the back way. But I figured you might want a few minutes by yourself first.” You nodded absently, clutching the bottle of water in both hands. “I’ll leave you alone, but I’ll be just over there if–”

“Can you stay?” you interrupted, gazing up at him with pleading eyes.

Surprised, he asked, “You want me to?”

You nodded again and said softly, “Please.”

“Ok. Of course I’ll stay.” 

You just stood there for a moment, gazing down the dark hallway in front of you before you finally said, “I don’t get why they always have to ask about it. It ended over ten years ago. Like, who fucking cares? And the show was shit anyway.”

Curtis just stood and watched you, not sure what you wanted him to say, if anything at all.

“Like, I was a kid. I wasn’t even any good, you know? I’m just so fucking tired of talking about it. I don’t know why anyone wants to talk about it. It’s not like I have any good stories. Nothing good happened.” You seemed to catch yourself there and cut a wary glance to Curtis then shook your head. “I told Tanya that I didn’t want to talk about it anymore. That I wouldn’t answer any more questions. And she said that was ‘unrealistic,’ so here we are.”

 Curtis let the silence carry for a moment, making sure you had nothing else to say, then, softly, "I'm really sorry you have to do that. That isn’t fair to you."

You looked up at him at that, something akin to shock on your face and you shook your head at him. “What? No. No, It’s fine. I’m– I’m being dumb. It’s not that big a deal. I’m just being ridiculous. Like always.”

He really hated it when you did that, wormed your way in and made him feel deep, unrelenting empathy for you. It’d been happening more and more often lately. He needed to get out. “I don’t think you’re being ridiculous.”

You just stared at him for several moments and for the first time in ages, he couldn’t read what was on your face. Finally, you shook yourself out of whatever had been happening and said, “We should really get going, shouldn’t we? Can we go? I’m just making everyone wait, like usual."

His hands itched to reach out to you, touch you, but you didn't need that right now. Maybe not ever. Not from him. So instead he nodded and said, "Yeah, we can go," letting Jensen and Michelle know you were on your way. 

"You're such a fucking asshole!" you yelled in the alley behind a club in West Hollywood, hours later. You were drunk. Very drunk. Curtis really hated this job.

"I didn't do anything!" Colin threw his arms up in exasperation. 

"She was in your fucking lap!"

Curtis was standing by the door for now, hoping he wouldn't have to hold you back. Or, he thought, as he watched you sway dangerously, hold you up. 

“She just sat down. What was I supposed to do? Push her off?”

“You certainly weren’t supposed to put your arms around her!” You were getting really worked up now and Curtis readied himself to intervene. Jensen was supposed to be bringing the car. Where the fuck was he?

“I was being nice to a fan!” Colin shouted when Curtis saw a light out of the corner of his eye at the mouth of the alley. When he turned to look, there was a man standing there with his phone out. Shit.

He walked along the wall of the building, trying not to draw attention to himself. Luckily you and Colin were providing plenty of distraction so he was able to get close and snatch the phone away before the man noticed him there.

“Hey!” he shouted. “That’s my personal property! You can’t do that.”

“Uh huh,” Curtis said as he stopped and permanently deleted the current video and went back into the man’s photos to check for anything else. There were two more videos and a smattering of pictures. He’d gotten the whole fight. You did not need that all over the internet tomorrow. He deleted it all and then handed the phone back to the man who’d been yelling and swearing the whole time. Curtis pulled himself up to his full height and loomed over him, then said, “I better not see you again. You have a good night.” He glared and waited for the man to back down and walk away then headed back to you. You and Colin were still screaming at each other, but the topic seemed to have shifted.

“You’re so fucking selfish, you know that?” Colin yelled at you. “I ask for one thing and you can’t even do that.”

“It was my job! I was there to promote my movie, not your failing tour!”

“You’re a fucking bitch,” Colin said, as Jensen finally pulled up in the SUV. Thank god, because every muscle in Curtis’s body wanted to lay the asshole out flat, and if he’d had to wait one more moment for the car, he might have. 

“Hey!” Curtis yelled. “That’s enough!” he said to Colin and then turned to you. “Are you ok?” You nodded, but brushed a tear away. Fucking asshole. Keeping his eyes on you he asked, “We’re going now. Is he coming with us?”

“No!” you snarled. “Definitely not.” He nodded and opened the back door of the car.

“You’re just going to leave me here?” Colin pouted. “What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t care!” You yelled over your shoulder as you got in the car. “Get a goddamn Uber!”

Curtis was about to check in with you one more time, but you’d already slid to the other side of the car and were now staring out the window, so he shut the door and got into the front seat with Jensen. 

You were quiet on the hour long drive back to your house. Curtis looked back frequently to make sure you hadn’t passed out, but you were just staring out the window as the city zoomed by. He let you be while he conversed softly with Jensen about the rest of the night and the agenda for tomorrow.

When they got to your house and Curtis opened the car door for you, you looked up at him, surprised. “Hey,” he said quietly, “we’re here.” 

You didn’t really respond, just kept looking at him for a few minutes. Then your gaze shifted to your back door and your lip quivered. “You’re coming in, right?”

He stifled a sigh. He was really hoping he’d be able to get away with just dropping you off tonight, maybe doing a quick walk-through to convince you all was well and then finally taking off. It’d been such a long day. But instead, he nodded. “Yeah, I’m coming in.”

Jensen poked his head out the driver’s side window as Curtis helped you out. “Do you want me to wait?” he asked.

Curtis shook his head. “No, it’s late. You go ahead and put the car away and take off. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jensen nodded and gave him a quick wave. 

Curtis guided you inside and turned on the lights. He checked your security panel to make sure everything was as it should be and then guided you to the kitchen. “You want something to eat?” he asked and you nodded. He wasn’t used to you being this quiet and it was throwing him off.

He went to the fridge and pulled out one of the dinners your housekeeper had left for you. He threw it in your microwave and then grabbed you a glass of water.

“I’m so tired,” you said.

“I know,” he said, “you can eat this and then go right to bed.”

“No,” you shook your head, “that’s not–” You frowned but didn’t say anything else, just placidly looked around yourself.

The microwave beeped and he took your food out, putting the dish and a fork in front of you.

Staring into your living room, you said, “I kind of hate this house.”

He had no idea what to say to that. He looked through your open plan first floor. Everything was gray and glass. Fresh flowers on multiple surfaces made it seem slightly less empty, but he’d always thought it felt cold. Cavernous. “You could move.”

You just hummed and turned to your food. You ate a few bites and drank some water. Just as he was gearing up to tell you goodnight and get out of there, you looked him dead in the eye and said “I think you might be the only person who actually cares what I want.”

The shock that flooded his system must have registered on his face, because you immediately started backpedaling. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so out of it. Just ignore me. I’m fine. Just ignore me.” He whispered your name and you shook your head. “No, you’re right. I should go to bed. I’m sorry. Goodnight Curtis.” And with that you got up and went upstairs to your bedroom, leaving him dumbfounded, standing alone in the middle of your kitchen. 

After a few minutes he pulled himself together, put your leftovers in the fridge and your glass in the dishwasher. He turned off all the lights and let himself out.   

He paused on your step and leaned his head against your door.

He really fucking hated this job.

But he knew he’d never be able to quit.

Part Two

[ghostfanwriter]

To make you feel better 🧽💖

A smutty fic where Joel is sick, and you do your best to help him feel better.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem! Reader.

Setting: Jackson.

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What I listened to while writing this:

💖Kali Uchis - Angel

🧽Kali Uchis - Telepatía (fucking vibes these two)

💖Sabrina Carpenter - Nonsense (because this song is partially about being cockdumb and you can't convince me otherwise. It doesn't pass the vibe check for this, but I listened to it anyway)

🧽Lana del Rey - Ultraviolence (I don't know exactly why, but Ultraviolence just makes me dizzy thinking about Joel. Listen to it watching the interrogation or hospital scenes and tell me I'm fucking wrong.)

Author's note: do yourself a favor and listen to Angel and Telepatía when reading this. Damn they fit the vibe. I had this story cooking on my brain for a long time now, and finally managed to get it out. It's dirty, but it's passionate and I hope you like it 💖. Also, I mention how they met here, and I have this idea where Frank and Bill had a daughter, maybe she arrived with Frank, and reader is her, but I don't know. I have another idea that fits right there and may write it eventually. Let me know what you think ✨

Word count: I think it's around 2.5k.

Warnings: Smut; 18+ only please; p in v, oral sex (male receiving), mention of Joel being sick, no physical description of reader, a bit of fluff there too.

Tell me if I missed something, please ✨

Good reading 🧽💖

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You leave Ellie on her doorstep and hurry to the house you share with Joel. Your cheeks are burning from the cold and you can barely feel your fingers, even inside Joel's thick gloves that he insisted you would wear outside.

You enter your house, remove a layer of clothes and rush to the guest bedroom. It took a lot - a lot - of persistance to convince him to stay downstairs. He was weak and you didn't want him going up and down the stairs everytime he needed to eat during the three days you went away.

You find him asleep, and if you're being honest, your heart sinks seeing him just laying there. Joel was getting old and, although you knew he would probably die before you, avoiding the thought was one of your main focuses right now.

Sitting at the edge of the bed slowly not to wake him up, you just admire him for a second. The wrinkles forming around his eyes, the little pout on his lips, his brows missing their deep frown. Seeing him in such a vulnerable position felt like a privilege, one that only you and Ellie had. He was soft and open with the two of you, unlike with everyone else, that sees him as a grumpy and even dangerous old man.

Dangerous, you couldn't lie. He is.

But you've seen his wrath. And you know it is only directed towards the people who threatened the ones important to him. You met him when he and Tess started going to your parents house, and with time your relationship develop to what it is today. You've never seen him offer any danger to anyone close to him.

You stroked your hands up his chest, feeling the soft material of his shirt, and noticing that he's still a little hot. He hums on his sleep and you try to wake him up. "Joel", you call in a tender whisper. He hums again and wakes up when your hand touches his cheek.

"Hi baby, how are you feeling?" His eyes take a second to focus and process it's you. He is awake on a snap, eyes wide looking at you. A tired and soft smile on his face and a hand on your thigh.

"You ok?" His stare is a bit confusing. You're not sure he is totally there with you, so you keep staring at him.

"Yeah, better now. Missed you." He finally says, like he's out of a spell. "I missed you too." You lean down to kiss him, and he lets you. Your soft and cold lips making him groan and shiver at the same time. His hand pressed harder on your thigh.

"You're still hot, aren't you? Did you shower today?" Caressing your thigh, he takes a while to respond. "Haven't since you left." You stayed out for three days, and Joel kind of got used to not showering often, so you always reminded him to shower at least once a day.

"So gross." You say with a laugh, and he gives you the best, strongest laugh he can. "I'm going to take one, why don't you come with me?" You say leaning down to kiss him again. Running your hands through his hair, you say "Wash this hair, huh? Come with me."

You help him up and you go to the bathroom. You help him undress first. He's a lot better than when you left, but he still struggles to bend and remove his shirt and pants.

"C'mon, you go first." You mention him the shower. "I thought we were showering together." You smile. "We are. But you can't stay out in the cold, so go while I undress."

He goes under the hot water, groaning at how good it feels. You quickly remove your neverending layers of clothes. Getting behind him, felling his body warmer with the added heat of the water.

You rest your cheek on his back for a second, hugging him from behind and just enjoying his presence for a moment. His hands come over yours, intertwining his fingers with yours.

You eventually start showering. He washes your hair, tenderness and love on his touch, massaging and caressing your head as he feels you relax under his touch. Fingers moving slowly and intently, like he was making sure you were really with him, and not outside, by yourself, without him to make sure you were okay.

You washed him, carefully soaping every inch of skin you saw, taking in every muscle and scar he has on his body, leaving an eventual kiss and squeeze along the way. He was with his back turned to you when you were finishing with his hair, and you lowered your hands to finish washing his front. When you reached his stomach, you felt the muscles there contract, and you soon saw why.

He had a hard, pulsing erection formed. It was fully there and God, you missed him.

He had been sick for almost a week and insisted you would keep a bit of a distance not to get sick. You missed his touch, his weight on top of you, his smell invading your nose, his sweat mixing with yours, his sounds, his tastes. You missed him fully, in a way that blurred your mind for a second.

You were brought back to reality when he groaned loudly, your hand firmly stroking him, up and down, slow and savoured movements. Like if going any harder or faster could break him. "Is this okay?" You ask, stopping to wait for his response.

A hand met your lower back, and his head rested lazily back on your shoulder. You got back to your motion, eventually going harder or faster, but keeping an overall steady and passionate rhythm.

Burying your face on his back, you were enjoying this as much as he was. "You always talk about how I'm always ready for you." You say in a whisper. He hums. You didn't lie. Joel was big on his praising game. Always telling how good you were doing and how good you felt.

"But you've never let me down neither." You said with a particularly tight movement of your hands around his tip and then his length.

Then you could swear, even if you felt like your ears were lying to you, that you heard him moan. A different, almost rare sound from him.

He always grunted and groaned, sounds you were deliciously familiar with, that you took as incentive to take him in deeper, or to cum around him again, or to work your tongue around his head one more time.

But a moan was different. It was him being vulnerable and showing his appreciation for what you were doing. His, other times, vocal lips, only spilling honesty right now.

The shower was slippery and Joel too weak to do anything in there. So you stopped your hands, running them up his stomach and kissing his back.

"Let's go to bed, don't want to end all the water, do we?" You said, turning him and receiving openly the kiss he leans down to press on your lips.

You dry his hair and his body, telling him to go to bed. You pat yourself dry and follow him, watching him while he looks at you, appreciating every curve and line your body had.

You lie over him, straddling his hips, his cock warm under your clit. Leaning down to kiss him, you slowly roll your hips, his hands coming to your ass, giving you a strong and deep squeeze.

"Wanna make you feel good, you've been feeling bad for a long time now." You whisper on his good ear when going down to kiss his neck. He hums in response and you start trailing kisses down his chest, then his stomach, and finally, around his cock.

You kiss his base, balls, head and the very tip with open and wet lips. Every inch of him receiving the love you want to give him.

You suck his balls first, softly and slowly. His hand comes to your hair, not pushing or applying any pressure. Just resting there and caressing you the same way he did when washing your hair.

You then lick a zigzag up his length, untill you reach the tip, that you roll your tongue around, slurping on his precum and enjoying the soft and warm felling of his skin when you put it inside your mouth.

You slowly take him inside, letting your droll wet the next inch before sucking him in. "Gonna fucking kill me, angel." He breathes low and you half chuckle, taking the hint and going a bit faster.

Your hand is cupping and rolling carefully his balls, when his breath starts to get quicker. You suck him a bit harder one last time, sucking in your cheeks to feel him fully inside your mouth.

Then you let go. With a wet and loud sound, your lips are open, a thick streak of saliva and precum keeping your lips and his tip connected. You swallow it and go back to straddling him, once again kissing your way back up.

His hands come to your face and he kisses you deeply, passionately. It's a slow and savoured kiss. The kind to make you wish to stop time and just live in for a bit. His warmth and smell sending you deeper into him, he's all that exists right now, and you couldn't imagine a better plane of existence.

You align yourself with his cock, rubbing his tip up and down your folds, circling him around your clit and just putting his head in first. Slowly, you move your hips up and down, just the tip going in and out of you.

His hands come down to your thighs and you break the kiss, holding yourself up to look into his eyes when you fully sink on him. His eyes falter for a second, his lips part and the fucking moan is there again. Blessing your ears and making you mimick his sound. A stretched, nasty and honest sound leaving your own lips.

The kind of moan that has you worried everything with ears could hear.

When you were together you felt like you just wanted to fuse with him. You always hugged him super tight, almost as if trying to merge your bodies and become just one.

Sex was the closest you would ever get to it, and you just loved feeling him inside of you. Just how fucking closer could you be with someone then literally having them inside you?

All these thoughts making you float inside your brain. His warmth, smells, tastes and sounds are everything that you know, and you're more than willing to just swim around the man underneath you.

Your hips instinctively start circling on him. His grip on your hips tightening and helping you move. You start going up and down, watching him while he looks at your body. His eyes deep and tired, but his usual passion and desire making room for themselves on them.

His lips dry and parted, an obscene invitation for you to lean down and lick them, which you're prompt to accept. Keeping your hips movements, circling while going up and down, a clockwork to help him feel every single inch of you, you just let yourself go and fully enjoy the moment.

You kissed again, his name leaving your lips just as much as yours left his. In whispers, whimpers, laughs when you moved just right, and groans that made you see stars.

You went back up, needing him faster and rougher, you support yourself on his chest and just let pleasure guide your movements.

Up and down, circling around. Forward and backwards, rubbing your clit on his cute belly while doing so.

You started to go faster, rougher, jumping higher and trying to ignore the pain on your boobs while you did so.

You tried to hold them with an arm, but Joel didn't like the blocking of his vision, so his hands left your hips and, removing your arm from your boobs, he held them, giving them enough support so they wouldn't hurt, but keeping them fully in sight for him.

You started to feel your orgasm forming and put your left hand besides his head, using your other hand to circle your clit fast and tight. Joel groaned and pulled you high enough that he could take your nipples on his lips.

He sucked hard and...

Oh God.

He just fucking kicked you off the highest cliff possible.

You screamed his name in a way that would absolutely earn you some looks when you step outside your house.

Your body shivered, shook, and moved uncontrollably. His name the only word you could remember, and you felt your pussy literally gushing around his cock.

You lied on top of him for a second. Trying your best to breath again. You were straight up just cockwarming for a bit, while you tried to organize your brain again.

"So fucking pretty, baby. Feel so good around me, squeezing me so well." His words making you clench purposefully around him, wich you kept doing, just pulsing and doing your best to make him feel good while you can't move. "My good... (a clench) Fucking girl."

Oh, to be praised by Joel Miller.

You couldn't help yourself. You needed him with you. And you would do anything to show him how much you wanted it, how much you deserved him with you.

You wanted to make sure he was always happy, always aware that you made him feel better than anyone else.

The fog on your brain started to fade and you slowly returned your movements. At first still laying on top of him, just moving your ass to bring back some friction, and eventually properly moving up and down.

"Circle again baby, like you were doing before. Felt so good." You did as you were told, drawing large and heavy circles with your hips, never letting an inch of him escape from you.

"Fuck, baby, so fucking good for me." His eyes were watching you, the frown back between his eyebrows, but this time motivated only by pleasure. His parted lips letting moans, grunts and deep breaths escape, only moving to repeat your name time after time.

It was all too much for you. You fell down again, taken by the man under you. Only him on your mind, his smile, his hair, his big hands, the sound of his voice.

Your orgasm wasn't just due to the stimulation from this moment. It was because of him.

For him.

It was like your way to pay homage to him, to show him just how much you loved and appreciated him. He was making you cum, not only his cock.

Your jaw was clenched together and your eyes doing their best to keep staring at his. When you were finally over, he couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm gonna cum, peach. Can't fucking hold it anymore."

You searched for strength on your muscles and got up. Kissing him and quickly reaching for his cock. You grab him and just go right back to it. Taking him as deep as you can, swallowing around his cock to make your throat clench around him, earning a grunt and a hair pull from him.

"Fuck, shit." He's doing his best to last and savour this feeling. His hands squeezing both your hair and the sheets, the veins on his neck about to break his skin and jump out of his body.

"Can't, baby. Gonna f-fucking cum." His warning allowing you to remove a bit of him from your mouth. You suck his head and pump his length, moaning when you feel him twitch inside your mouth.

Joel screams your name and lifts his upper body when he cums inside your mouth. Filling you up more than usually, and oh... You love it, tightening your lips around him to not let any drop escape from you.

"Greedy fucking girl." He says when you remove your full mouth from him, squeezing your lips not to let anything drip. You drink him with the most beautiful facial expression Joel has ever fucking seen, and smile when he laughs lazily at your face.

You look down, noticing there's still some on his cock. You take it back into your mouth and Joel hisses, caressing your hair, once again mimicking the movement from your shower.

Rolling your tongue around his softening tip one last time, you moan and circle it around your lips. Then you lick them and go back up, looking for his lips.

He pulls you down, kissing you in a way he hopes you understand as appreciation.

There you are, laying on top of him, sweating even though you're going through the worst part of winter.

Just you, Joel and your love for each other.

"I love you." You say when breaking the kiss.

"I love you too, more than I could ever explain." His honesty breaks your heart.

You feel the familiar feeling on your guts, the desire to melt into him, to never have to leave this bed again, to never have to experience a second without him.

You lie by his side and rest your head on his shoulder. "Gonna have to take another shower." You say, half laughing, half serious.

"Is it gonna end like the last one? Cause if it is I'm fucking running to the bathroom." He laughs, and you know he means it.

"Gonna be an endless loop, till the end of time." You say and he looks down at you.

"Eternity sounds beautiful by your side." Fuck him, you're so fucking in love.

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Can you tell I'm dying over this man? No? Cool.

Nothing to see here.

Feedback, reblogs and cuddles are highly appreciated 👑

Bye besties, see you next time 💖

[miutonium]

Saw @mango-mya 's si/oc inspo post (lmk if you want to be untagged its ok!!) and decided to make a seperate post instead since I'm going to ramble about Chloe and I dont want to clog the main post with my infos (anyway the post is here if anyone wants to reblog with their char's oc inspo :3)

Here's some inspo for my s/i oc Chloe! I don't really have a lot of inspo as oppose to others but I do have a bit detail about it and ahshskaja I think it's fun for me to pick on so the rambles undercut! (Like, im not kidding all my points are everywhere hsksksk)

When I was making an early concept for Chloe, I used Ima (Sedusa) as my early reference for her design. There's a lot of unique body figure of woman in PPG but I am mostly attracted to Sedusa's frame and I cannot stress enough that I love love LOVE her design! Her design is the exact opposite of Utonium (curvy and circle as opposing to Utonium's rectangular and sharp edges) so like I wanted her design to be the opposite of him. I love the idea of opposite attracts and I refered to this idea a lot when I build her character. More on that in just a bit.

When I created her, I was working as a service crew/waitress and I wished it theres something that could swoop me from my boring job so I thinkered with the idea that she found love at the dinky diner she worked at. So one day, I discovered Suzanne Vega's Tom's Diner and I loved this song! What's so interesting to me about this song is that it's an acapella so like I'm able to focus on the lyrics and it basically captured the essence of what I want Utonium and Chloe to be except Chloe would be the one greeting him every morning and give him hello kissies and hhh thats basically the catalyst for their story.

For most of her inspo, mainly personality and clothes, I refer a lot to The Nanny's Fran Fine. I grew up watching The Nanny and I always love how her character is someone that's street smart, extroverted, cares about others and charismatic at times so I based Chloe's personality off this. I also refer to Fran's outfits a lot whenever I draw Chloe in other clothing so if you take a hard look at any of my previous art you may recognize some of her clothes that I used as reference.

For Chloe's hair, I want a distinctive short hair for her and P3's Yukari Takeba was my first choice for a cute short hair cut. I love how her bangs just swoops to her sides and the end of her hair just curls outwards its just so cute to me. I added the heart curl design on her bangs because I really want her hair to be the main focus for her design so that when she wears any other clothes, her hair will remain the same and recognizeable. The heart curls that sticks out of her hair was added veryvmuch later during design process and it almost didn't make it. I'm so glad I keep it, I think people mostly recognize her heart cowlick the most.

While I did say Fran Fine is my main inspo, I did have Bojack's Pickles as another of my personality inspo. She's bubbly, energetic and sometimes ditzy and I never mentioned this but Chloe's a bit ditzy and has a valley girl accent. I have not think of a voice claim yet but the voice that I think that would fit Chloe rn is ATSV's Lyla. There's a significant age gap between Utonium and Chloe and I really want to show how both of them came from different generation (Utonium's a boomer while Chloe's more of Gen X so I want to play around their understanding of trends and how they act with their age accodingly hhh)

Overall, what I want to achieve for Chloe's personality and appearance is someone that would compliment Utonium's personality and appearance in the opposite way because like I said, I love the idea of opposite attracts. Where she lacks education, she makes them up for her communication skills. Where Utonium is big on being a book smart person, she is street smart, she knows how to handle things by her way.

I have no intention to make Chloe have a cool career like Utonium because I still want her to be normal. I always make elaborated backgrounds and jobs for my other s/i ocs so for Chloe, I want to relax, I want her to be normal, have a normal job, nothing interesting. I don't want to rely heavily on those points but instead focus more on building her personality.

When I think about it now, I think its good thag I make Chloe normal. She is really the normality that Prof and the girls needed in their family. She doesn't have any special skills, any benefits directly to them nor any interesting history that makes her unique, she's just some woman that just walks into their life yet unintentionally becomes someone significant to the family's life.

[sucantslay]

HONEYCOMB SUMMER // analysis

Ok, before getting into this, I'm warning y'all, I'm not good at analysis ( I did like 4-5 of them before, that it )

If anything wrong or you don't feel like that what it actually is, feel free to think differently.

This is some...most of my thoughts I pull out of my head then put it on here so... yeah, don't expect a "unable to communicate with other easily" to do much.

My English is a bit bad.

This analysis is long, like...HELL LONG. So pls do make some free time before reading.

Thank you for reading that! Now let's get into the real stuff, shall we?

Pls accept my sincere apologies, but before getting into the song, can we talk about the...the event story first?

The event that Honeycomb Summer came from is: Heat Haze ◆ Lingering Summer & Hot Limit

And after spending my dia like a rich ass kid just to unlock all the story ( I missed out the event ) and spend some time reading.

The story's mainly focus on Niki and Niki's past from when he first meets Rinne. But aside from that, it also highlights Rinne and Niki relationship.

LIKE, RINNE LITERALLY ASKS HIM FOR MARRIAGE. STOP- I CAN'T

And you maybe think, yeh, he was just joking around. No, no he's not. He did not joke that stuff around.

And I'm not telling you to believe that Rinne wants to marry Niki in a "marriage" way. I like you to know that Rinne's living a different life than other character and the one who is likely to understand it like him is Hiiro.

Who didn't get annoyed when Rinne called Aira his little "girlfriend".

The meaning of marriage is being viewed different here. It not the couple's rings, not the beautiful clothes nor was it about the wedding ceremony.

It's about the two getting to stay together legally, that their home is officially below to both and got admitted by everyone else, and that Rinne loves Niki in a way that he wishes to share the hardship with him.

Clue? IT'S EVERYWHERE in the event story and *talk with a shaky voice* Epilogue 4... Epilogue 4 shines the best out of it.

He, HE LITERALLY SAID: "I tried to tell him that if we got married, we would become family, so there was no need to worry about causing me any trouble. I also tried boosting his self-esteem by making him a popular idol."

"I'm just a hick, but I've done my best..."

Like, Rinne was trying so much to make Niki happy. But Niki's Niki...He's scared that he might cause Rinne trouble so he mostly stays out of it.

From what had happened to Niki dad ( His dad who often gets featured in TV programs got banned from TV stations and was forced to never appear on TV again / from Main story Episode 139 / )

So when trouble comes, Niki always hides it from others until it eventually solves itself or until Niki finds some solution to solve it.

It the same as in Hot Limit story, where Niki stayed: "I'm was afraid that if I became a criminal, I would cause trouble for my dad, who was finally getting back on his feet, and my mom, who supported him all the time."

And yet again in Epilogue 4: "Nahaha, But I don't want to cause trouble for people around me like my dad did before..."

And surprisingly, our song for today~ Honeycomb Summer is not just about Crazy:B, it's about NIKI! And what came into Niki life when he was young? Rinne! So Rinne had a big impact on his life, made this song also talks about Rinne in some way.

Ok, ok, first line, first line:

I think that Niki making fun of Rinne's shirt style, but then the next line went:

"I'm going to make another joke like that"(Rinne line)

And I was like, nah, that didn't click, it gonna be something else.

So, if we return to the story event, I was thinking, ok, so maybe this is about the old time more than the present.

The foolish-looking T-shirt is actually from Niki and he gave it to Rinne and after Rinne wears it on, Niki laughs at how it doesn't fit Rinne at all.

If you don't know, Rinne who ran away from his home at that time got nowhere to go, when he was lying dead on the side of the road, Niki accidentally walked by then decided to adopt him.

So maybe Niki gave him some of his T-shirts then felt how weird those T-shirt were.

"I'm going to make another joke like that"

So, consider the fact that Niki doesn't make that much of a joke in the story, he was trying to get close or wanted to make Rinne feel more comfortable by cracking up some weird joke that no one could laugh at. Since he don't usually do that, he's not that good at it, but still trying his best for the little confusing Rinne.

"I'm sorry I let my true feelings get in the way" (Niki line)

"I was just regretting it" (Rinne line)

Niki don't want to cause trouble for others, so "Sorry I let my true feelings get in the way" shows how much Niki wishes to hide himself in, hide what he desires the most because he is scared that "following his heart" may cause other people around him to stuck into his stuff and that might trouble them.

With that came the story event, the same day when Niki brought Rinne back to his home, Niki later on collapsed because he didn't eat properly, Rinne panicked, and ran out of the house, begging the neighbor for some food.

When Niki woke up, he found food, a lot of them. But when Rinne said that he "rod" them, Niki was dumbfounded, thought he really did such things until Niki asked the other and found out that Rinne was actually insincere about it.

Thinking that Rinne was a bad person until Niki got to know the whole story did he finally go soft on him. Realize that Rinne is a good person and feel the want to keep him around.

"I'm sorry for picking you up just because I hope that I'm not a bad person and left you there on the street, and now I'm regretting it. You deserve a place to live in. And maybe mine isn't the best, but this is all I have."

"With a shy look on your face. You're just trying to fool me" "Isn't that just pulling us apart? The distance between us" (Kohaku & HIMERU)

"(WHAT GOING ON?)"(All)

Remind you about the fact that Niki is quite aloof.

Don't really get along with other friends (did he even have any friend at that time?)

So having some stranger staying in his house is not a good thing for him. Both are having communication problems so who will be the first to open up now?

And with Rinne ruthless way of talking, it was hard for the inexperienced Niki to understand him without misunderstanding it.

But Niki still hold onto the kindness in Rinne heart, knowing that Rinne wasn't actually THAT MEAN. Though the way he talks is like he wants to push Niki away.

(Note: The translation in-game was like this: "In an attempt to get away with it, but that will only push us apart. And widen the distance between you and me." )

Niki was panicked: "What should I do? What should I say? How do I treat him in his needs? Food! Maybe Food! He liked my food so-!"

He didn't know what do to, and neither did Rinne.

Niki sometimes regretted letting him in, but at the same time, he felt relief for giving him a home and didn't let his body rot on the side of the street.

"I don't want to make a bad play"

(Rinne line)

"And don't want to be a bad actor"

(Rinne&HIMERU)

From these 2 lines, it not about Niki, this captures more of Rinne characteristics as we all know, he acts like a mean, harsh person but at heart, he just wants the best for everyone.

And he was trying to "play it cool" here, just like the time he asked for food from the neighbor for Niki. He displays himself as a flawless, perfect being but inside he's just as pathetic as everyone else.

He didn't want anyone to find out about this, not even Niki, who was the only person he could rely on.

What happen if Niki found out that he was faking it? He may be a monarch but he's nothing but a helpless human in the big city.

He's smart and is the best human being around, yet is all but the way he wants people to look at him. He can't help it, he was being raised to become a monarch, to be brave yet alone.

The king who stands alone, sees nothing but the darkness. Then got confused when a stranger that he couldn't push away came into his life.

Niki gave him food, gave him a place, he's not the king! He's a small little human being who loves idol and the new world that shine bright like the sun.

With what Niki gave him, Rinne want nothing more but happiness for Niki. ( This had been showed in the story event, like, dam...I'm in tear)

"NO MORE, SO HOT" (All)

(Note: This is the first line that brought up the heat. The summer heat, yes, is also an element in their story as Niki meets Rinne in the summer.)

"So why don't you just..." (Kohaku & Niki) "Take it off."(All)

There are 2 meanings in these lines:

Firstly, the real meaning. It is hot, and they want to take off their close. Like, literally. Because the word "nugi" in the second line "Nugi sutereba ii ya" is this "脱ぎ" and it alone means: "Take off your clothes".

Secondly, "take it off" also mean "become naked". And no, I'm not saying naked the other way, is the mental way. Being naked is being all out, no more hiding, be yourself, and telling the truth, never the lies. It may be embarrassing as much as you're naked in a physical way because us human don't always speak what we thinks.

And who hide their real self a lot? Rinne.

Niki may not always do as he likes, but he never acts highly to hide his true self. BUT Ya know who is? Rinne, Rinne, Rinne~!

"And reveal everything" (HIMERU line)

Now, I want you to imagine the summer heat. Like, you are lying in your room, trying to find every way to defeat this heat that burns you from top to bottom.

How do you feel? Madness drive, frustration hit. You just get all tired without even getting your body to do any hard work.

You're just a little mad burning meat, and at that moment you just F*CK IT! Then take it all out, and say: "Because it hot out here!"

So, this and the "nugi" line put together is about Rinne just admitting it all to Niki. Like, they be lying somewhere on the flood in the summer, can't get the fan to work then Rinne just starts blasting out all his frustration because he can't take it anymore.

It is not just the heat, is the timing, is the moment. When Rinne finally got to talk about it, before that, there was no one that actually listen to him in the way that he wanted to.

Hiiro is still young, he was raised to protect Rinne, so it is still hard for him to understand Rinne's words.

The people there can't really understand it either, they only care for his bravery, king-like version.

The only person that he can rely on is this stranger that had now shown strong impact on his life, as he feels comfortable enough to be with.

But at the end, Rinne just stops: "Oh sh^t, maybe I should stop, I'm talking too much about such things that may revealed my truth self, I should stop now before too late." Then laughed it off as if it was just all a joke: "Nah, that's just because I'm hot! It getting hotter in here, enough to drive me crazy!"

At every vents he ever tells Niki, he just ends it up with a: "Just joking." To the point that Niki thought when Rinne actually told the truth, he was joking all along.

"It'll all be over in an instant (SO HOT!)" (All) "Like a mirage" (Kohaku line) "That's (DIVE) why (LIVE!) I want it." (All)

"Unforgettable time" (Niki line)

"WITH YOU!" (All)

To Niki, all the honest that Rinne have been was never a bad things. Even if export all his lies he had ever told Niki, Niki has nothing more then joy and love for him.

He’s happy for Rinne to be who he really is, either a mighty monarch or just some random guy who living rent free in his house, Rinne is Rinne, to Niki, already knew who he’s truthly is, so when Rinne just vent all that out, Niki don’t hate it.

Niki was happy to be the one Rinne can relied on, his first friend, first partner, someone to keep him company ever since his parent gone abroad.

All that frustrating moments under the heat of summer turn into an enjoyable time that are hard to forget.

"It's not the time to play games"(Kohaku line)

"The sun was shining so badly" (HIMERU line)

"That made my head go crazy" (Niki line)

"How it is like that?" (Rinne line)

"WHAT'S GOING ON?" (All)

Once again, the heat is taking over. As Rinne started to get confused about how much did he keep sticking on to Niki and Niki also wonder about how much Rinne impact his life more and more.

It also feel like Niki is panicking through the lines, complain that it is getting way too hot, and can't no longer be patient with Rinne brutal ways of acting.

Just slit it out you dummy! I'm having enough with ya keep hiding your real emotions like that!

Even if you're dead by the heat yet you still wanna hide it in?

"What you want to say" (HIMERU line)

"If you don't have the courage." (Niki line) "You won't be able to say it." (HIMERU & Niki)

It seems like there are confessions that Niki or Rinne want to make to each other.

Niki want to tell Rinne how much he had made his life turn brighter than it should be. Keeping Niki company through the loneliness.

While Rinne also wants to tell Niki about how much he loves to be with Niki. The silly chef who left him nothing but love and joy.

But they are scared that the other can't seem to understand how much they feel just by saying: "I love you."

Is that enough to make Niki believe that he loves him?

Will Rinne continue to stay here if he finally finds a place of his own. ?

But if I don't tell them now, when will another change come by?

None of them have the courage, but still, they're trying to show each other by action.

Rinne made Niki an idol, so he could shine like the sun, and maybe he'll start to realize how much he matters to others.

Niki follows Rinne on his journey to become an idol because Niki is the only one who truly understands him. He was scared that people only see the bad part, and with that came Rinne's action of never wanting to back down or accept his true self, Niki wanted to be there to help him out.

"Toward the sea" (Rinne line)

"With momentum" (Kohaku & Rinne) "Let's jump into it" (All)

This is the moment when all that heat is gone away, and they finally grab the freedom they want.

They no longer suffer under the heat of summer, under the pressure made by their own mind.

The moment they stay on that stage, the moment Rinne's wishes come true.

"Unless you blame the hot summer (SO HOT)" (All) "Highest temperature doesn't mean anything" (All)

Niki realizes Rinne still had his problem keeping it secret, now trying to get him to slit it out.

This is not that summer day anymore, the fan isn't broken, and there is no other time better than this moment to talk about your problem, but if you decide to stay silent, I know you'll blame it on the heat of summer.

"Let’s enjoy ourselves without hesitation (NON STOP!)" (All)

Note: There is also another version of this line that is being translated like this: "Don't be afraid to have fun (NON STOP!)" (One are from youtube: Honeycomb Summer (YB) and another is on Tumblr: Honeycomb Summer (TB) )

Niki told Rinne to stop being stressed out and just go! Enjoy! Isn't this what you always wanted? What to be afraid about?

"In intervals way that surprise me and you. If we follow each other. Let's share more ( DIVE LIVE!)" (All)

Sorry, but, once again, I have to, I'VE TO PUT THE OTHER VERSION ON!

"Oh, a moment with you (So hot!) It’s so fleeting Let’s share more (Dive live!)"

Rinne was like, yeah, maybe you're right... there's nothing to be afraid of as long as you're by my side.

"Let’s blame it on the sweltering summer (Dive, Now!)' "We don’t need to be so considerate anymore" "Show it all off! / Just let it all out (Oh yeah!)" "It’s over in an instant (So hot!) I want to be with you" "It’s like piercing through the blue (Dive live!) An unforgettable moment(WITH YOU!)" (All)

There is no word needed. Just read these lines and you already know what going on.

Let's keep it short, Niki and Rinne want to be together in the summer. Even if it's hot like hell, even if they're going crazy. Rinne might say something silly again, and the person that Rinne wants them to listen to his ramble will always be Niki.

"Cause I’m Crazy Bee, that’s just my nature"

Cuz, Niki now in a team of crazy bastards, a team that doesn't hold back, so Niki himself has to be brave, change, and adapt to the new environment.

"A sweet memory, like a honeycomb" "It’s okay to be greedy"

Niki wants to be with Rinne and the rest of Crazy:B but he scared that he might cause them trouble, Rinne was there, tells him that it ok, if any trouble, just let me and the others know, maybe we can lean you a hand.

"Let’s take it all with us" "Come here!"

Come here! Stay together, no boys got left out!

That ITTTTTTTTT, THANK YOU FOR READINGGGGG!

Also, here are some screenshots of the event that I want to share with you! Really worth my dia after all:

That it~ That all~ RinNiki~ Thank you for coming and reading this long ass post.

It's a funny coincidence that I'm writing this at noon, IT HOT AS HELL HERE! The fan just not fanning so it BURN. But since I won't have enough time if I start writing this post in the afternoon so... it's my fault to blame. ( I wasted 2 days to make this post, all in the noon. My mind has now gone crazy and bees are flying circles over my head )

But anyway, just wanna say, thank you thank you, ILY~

[mina-saiyat]

Twice Interactive Story Part 780-806.5 Family Trip (Dahyun, Chaeyoung, Tzuyu)

You walk like a zombie, you still can't accept the fact Mina has just said.

You say nothing and get on the car, ready to start the vacation. Chaeyoung is sitting next to you, while Dahyun sits at the back.

'Problem solved, Oppa?' Chaeyoung asks. 'You are not looking good.'

“Problem not solved, but I’ll deal with it. Let’s just go shopping, get you something new.” I say as I start the car and begin driving.

'Thank you, Oppa!' Dahyun kisses your cheek as she is happy to get some new clothes. 'You want me to wear that kind of dress, right?'

Chaeyoung smirks, 'New clothing is good, but aren't you want to see us naked on your bed more, huh?'

'You can see it tonight, right Dahyun eooni?' Chaeyoung teases you.

'What are you talking about...' Dahyun blushes and playfully slap Chaeyoung's shoulder.

As we arrive I’ll follow Dahyun and Chaeyoung around until I find something interesting for Mina

Chaeyoung knows you are struggling so she doesn't bother you, instead she goes to see some vintage that she likes, of course with your credit card.

Dahyun still doesn't know what happened, but she can feel you are down. 'Are you ok, Oppa?' Dahyun holds your hand while walking in the mall, 'You should focus on us if we are going out, right? Let's handle the problem later, together. Dubu will try my best to help!'

“Sorry Dubu, it’s just that clothes shopping isn’t exactly the most fun thing for me to do. Especially if Chaeyoung is the one using my card.” I joke.

'Then you should not give her the card.' Dahyun says. 'What do you want to buy? Let's go to see it together.'

You think what you should buy for Mina, and after thinking for a while, you realize that you don't even know what she likes, you have known her for quite a long time, but you still have no idea.

'Maybe Sana will know?' You talk to yourself, when you wanna ask her, you remember she mad about you last night, you may need to cheer her up too.

Damn, woman is just so annoying, you are frustrated again.

“I don’t really know,” I respond to Dahyun. “Let’s just look around until we find something interesting.”

You just walk with Dahyun in the mall casually, try to find something for Mina. Suddenly you hear some cheer from the audience, you walk there and find that there is a dance performance in the mall.

You grab Dahyun's hand and walk with her through the wave of people, trying to get closer to the stage. You finally understand why the man would cheer so loud, Tzuyu is one of the performers.

Yet, you are seduced by her, her hot body keeps attracting you, and you can feel your cock slowly erecting.

Tzuyu noticed your bulge, she smirks again and give you a signal, telling you to go to the backstage before she leaves the stage.

You release Dahyun's hand and start to move, 'where are you going, oppa?' Dahyun asks curiously while next group of performers are going on the stage. 'The show hasn't ended yet, or you want to leave now?'

“We should find Chaeyoung, I don’t want her spending too much.” I say in response.

Dahyun holds your hand again and you two leave the crowd, Tzuyu has witnessed everything from backstage. 'Another girl? Funny. He is coming to me if not stop by that girl, who is she?'

You try to call Chaeyoung but in vain, so you directly go to the vintage store, hoping to find her but you can't.

You ask Dahyun to wait for Chaeyoung outside when you go to the toilet, the toilet is empty. You try to excuse yourself, and suddenly Tzuyu comes in.

'I have waited you for so long.' She said while putting the maintenance signage on the door knob, preventing others accidentally break in.

“Tzuyu. What do you want? I’m trying to go to the bathroom.”

'I saw you need some help from the stage, so I am coming to help you.' Tzuyu walks towards and blows winds in your ear.

'Maybe I should help you to pee first.' Tzuyu unzips your trousers and takes out your still semi-harden cock, aiming at the urinal.

'Didn't you see I tell you to join me at backstage? Or do you want your sister to help you instead, I can only recognize her when I leave the stage.'

“I don’t need any help Tzuyu. Now if you could please leave and let me do my business that would be appreciated.”

'Sir, I know you are horny when you watch me dance, all the audience thought I was seducing them, but I am just dancing for you.'

'Seems your cock doesn't agree with you, look how hard it is?' Your cock is back to full hardness again when Tzuyu holding it, Tzuyu smirks and slowly rubs your tip, the pre-cum is already leaking, and she tastes it. 'Let me help you pee first, sir. I will help you for everything, no begging required.' Tzuyu then pushes you in the partition and lock the door.

I grab Tzuyu’s ass “Why pay me attention now?”

'You are the first man that can resist me, although I see you just barely make it, you still make it.' Tzuyu smiles at you. 'My daddy still begging me to let him cum every night.'

'Would you pee first, so I can help you on other aspects?' Tzuyu playfully licks her lips, signaling to you she can't wait for next. Tzuyu grabs your cock and aim at the water closet, making some 'shh' round to help you pee.

I use the bathroom, telling Tzuyu to leave afterward. “You may have an interest in me, but I’m not too interested in you.”

You try your best to resist the temptation and tell Tzuyu to leave. She is still holding your cock in her hands, 'Really? I don't think your cock agrees with you.'

Tzuyu playfully twists your cock and strokes you, soon you feel you are on the edge of the orgasm, feeling your cock throwing in her hands, 'Come on, you want to cum for me, right?' Tzuyu shows a facial expression, ready for you to cum on her face.

I turn around at the last moment cumming on the stall wall. “I think that’s enough of that.”

'Why?' Tzuyu shocked as you choose to cum on the wall instead of her face. 'Seems you like the wall more than me?'

Tzuyu doesn't hesitate to lick your rim and jerk you from behind as you still face the wall. 'Don't you love my work?' Your cock is returning to full hardness under the magic of Tzuyu. You can feel her tongue reaching deeper, and some moan leaks from your mouth.

I push her away, “That’s enough Tzuyu.” I’ll push my way out of the stall pull up my pants, hiding my erection. And walk out.

'Well, I guess I will see you in the office then?' Tzuyu gives you a fake smile and sees you leave the toilet. Once you leave, she kicks the rubbish bin away, she never feels so disrespected by other men, and she takes out her phone to make a call, 'Where are you, daddy? I just finished the performance and I want your cum...'

You leave without knowing what happens, and head to meet up with your sisters, Chaeyoung has already finished the shopping and she is in her new clothes already.

Chaeyoung looks hot in this setting and it has turned you on, your cock is even harder when trapped in your pants, 'Seems you love I wear this, wanna get a try?' Chaeyoung noticed your bulge and whispers to you.

“Soon enough I’ll get more than a try Chae.” I whisper back. “Why don’t we go out to eat next?”

'Let me help you first before we eat, we can get Dahyun eooni to get the table first.' Chaeyoung squeezes your bulge without letting Dahyun notice.

5 minutes later at the toilet, it's still under maintenance. Chaeyoung grabs the sink and lets you take her from behind. 'Fuck, oppa, it's so exciting when we have sex in public.' Chaeyoung breathes heavily as you thrust, you lick her neck and your hands are playing with her tits.

You let her keep the clothes on as you think it's hot, and as expected she is not wearing panties when you untied her belt.

'My little slut love seducing her brother to fuck her huh?' You tease her. 'Look at yourself in the mirror, look how slutty you are.'

Chaeyoung looks at the mirror, 'Yes, I am a slut for oppa. I am happy to see Oppa turned on by my body, ah... Look how horny you are, Oppa...'

I keep thrusting until I feel myself near the orgasm. I turn Chaeyoung around to face me. While kissing her I impale Chae with my cock and fill her with cum.

'Umm....' Chaeyoung moans in your mouth when you cum in her. 'Ah... You promise you won't cum in me again, is the clothes too hot to handle?' Chaeyoung smirks while getting some cum into her mouth to taste.

'We should go now, somebody may...' You help Chaeyoung gets up and ready to leave, but you hear someone is walk to the bathroom, you quickly grab Chaeyoung to hide in the toilet cubicle.

You close the door, just leave a space to peek outside. Tzuyu walks in with an old man, 'Daddy, I need your cum. You already?' Tzuyu says while removing her dad's trousers.

'I am always ready for you, my baby girl. I haven't seen you so needy for a long time. Ah, just like that.' Tzuyu's dad starts moaning as she starts jerking him.

'Feeling good, daddy?' Tzuyu increased the speed of jerking, and his dad's leg start shaking, 'Oh, my good girl, daddy gonna cum.'

'Tell Tzuyu how you feel Daddy?'

'Oh my dear daughter, it feels so good, Daddy needs to cum... Ah...' Her Daddy shoots waves of cum on her face.

Your cock is hard again as you watch Tzuyu giving her dad a handjob, you couldn't believe it's true. Chaeyoung is jerking you as she feels horny too.

'What are you doing, Chae? They could find us.'

'Keep quiet, Oppa.' Chaeyoung smirks and start sucking you. You hold your breath and peek outside. Tzuyu's dad has finished his orgasm, but Tzuyu is not satisfied.

'Why are you cumming so little for me, did you hook with other bitch?' Tzuyu looks angry and squeezes the cock.

'No no no, darling. I haven't fucked other girls after having you, even your mother. My cock is only for you, My daughter.' He looks in pain when Tzuyu squeezes his dick.

'You know the consequences if you dare to touch other girls, daddy. If my hand is better than Mummy's pussy, why do you need her?'

'Yes, Tzuyu. I only need you, I even rejected her when she wants sex.' Dad moans again.

'That's a good boy, now cum for your baby daughter, would you?' Feel the cock is pulsing in her hand, Tzuyu increases her speed.

'Yes, Yes! Tzuyu. I will cum for you! Ahhhh!' The horny atmosphere makes you want to cum, you focus back on Chaeyoung.

I stay silent and force Chaeyoung to a stand still. Waiting till they leave to continue.

'Baby Tzuyu, you are just so good. Oh...' Tzuyu's dad is laying on the wall, he looks much older compared to when her entering the room. Tzuyu is massaging his balls, and remaining cums drips out from his tips.

The man seems exhausted, 'Tzuyu, I still want to cum more for you.' He gets the little pills from his pocket and ask Tzuyu to feed her. Tzuyu swallows the pills and kisses her dad to feed him.

'That's my good daddy, you deserve more.' Tzuyu kneels down and start stroking again.

The men's cock is hard again and he just keeps moaning. 'Oh... Tzuyu... Don't stop...'

'Wow, that man is already drained, but...' Chaeyoung whispers to you and starts jerking you again. 'Hey, oppa, focus on Me.' Chaeyoung starts to kiss while her hands are keep stroking you.

I whisper back, “Fine, just keep stroking me like that, and stay quiet” I start kissing Chae’s neck my wandering around her body.

Separated by a plastic partition, two couples are both having their time, Tzuyu is stroking her dad, while Chaeyoung is stroking you in the cubicle.

The playful words from Tzuyu's mouth are making the toilet hornier, 'Daddy, your daughter is so happy that she can make you feel good.'

The man's eyes are red, he is just a cumming machine that keeps cum for Tzuyu, his voice is becoming weaker every time he cum. 'Tzuyu... I love it, ah...'

Chaeyoung stroking you faster and faster, while your lips never leaves her body, your hands slips into her clothes to play with her tits.

Your cock throb in her hands, Chaeyoung knows what it means, her hands reach your balls, she leans to kiss you, preventing you to make any noise.

'Um...' You cum your seed on Chaeyoung's meaty thigh, it slowly dripping down from her legs.

You two break the kiss and you turn around to peek outside, there is more cum on Tzuyu's face, seems her dad has cumed a few more times when you are playing with Chaeyoung.

''Please, daughter, let daddy cum.' Her dad is begging Tzuyu. Tzuyu smirks and her free hand go to her dad's nipple.

'Ah, Tzuyu!' Another cum splash all over Tzuyu, but she didn't stop stroking, she enjoys her dad's moan, and she keep her moves.

Seems they are not gonna stop, you check your watch, it's near an hour you two entered the bathroom.

Chaeyoung's hand catches your cock again, 'Seems they are not finishing yet, one more round?'

“No, call Dahyun and make her knock at the bathroom entrance.”

'OK, oppa.' Chaeyoung gets some tissue to wipe away your cum and wears the trousers back. She takes out the phone however she accidentally drops it on the floor.

'Shit.' You and Chaeyoung look at each other. You peek outside, Tzuyu's dad just cum another time on Tzuyu. 'Ah... Tzuyu...'

'Let's continue tonight, daddy.'

'Sure, my baby girl.'

'I will clean myself, wait for me in the car daddy.'

Tzuyu's dad dresses up and struggling walk out of the bathroom, Tzuyu licks some cum and stand up, she looks at the mirror, admiring the cum on her face.

'Come out, I know you have been watching. Show yourself, tell me who you are and I may allow you to cum.' Tzuyu seems don't know it is you watching all the time.

“Stay in here.” I whisper to Chaeyoung before coming out with a laugh to face Tzuyu.

'What are you laughing at?' Tzuyu turns around to check if is it the real you, she steps her legs as she is a bit angry of your laugher.

Soon she resumes normal and turns back to the mirror again, 'So why are you still staying here, I thought you leave already. You back to enjoy the show?'

“I didn’t exactly get to go in peace when I came in here last time. And then I get to see such a cum hungry girl. It’s funny. Especially considering who it’s with, you best be going. Wouldn’t want to keep your daddy waiting.” I say going forward to wash my hands.

'I don't think it's funny, I am just helping my dad in an alternative way.' Tzuyu gets the cum from her face and licks it.

'I don't think you are here alone, Mr. You must come to release yourself. Who is she, Your sister Dahyun? Or your subordinates?' Chaeyoung looks at the cubicle through the mirror.

'Or you just jerking to me while seeing I help my dad?' Tzuyu turns to look at you, still licking her fingers. The sight make you hard instantly.

“I don’t think that’s you helping your dad if you force him to avoid having sex with others. I think you’re just being a brat. Seems like me not wanting you earlier got on your nerves and you needed someone else to get what you wanted.”

'My dad is old now, he can't cum as many time as he was young, so he chooses to only cum for me, as he feels the best when he cums for me, what's the problem.' Tzuyu answers seriously.

'And don't pretend you don't want me, your cock is hard. You try to control yourself doesn't mean I am not attractive for you.' Tzuyu walks over and catches your cock, 'See how hard you are, every man will get hard because of me, including you!'

“Just because I’m hard doesn’t mean I want you. I think that you want me more than I want you frankly. Just go with your daddy already, I’ll introduce you to the team Tuesday.”

'If you don't want me then why would you hard? Just admit it ok, it's not wrong that you hard for me.' Tzuyu starts to stroke your cock without removing your trousers. 'My dad could get some rest on the car, I guess he can't control himself when he see me again.'

'You haven't told me yet, who is with you, let me see who you choose over me. Let me know what aspects I lose.'

“You lose in so many aspects. Meet my girlfriend, Chae.” I sag going back to the stall, opening the door. I look at her, making sure she understands she has to play along and act as my girlfriend for the moment.

'HI, I am Y/N's girlfriend, Chaeyoung. Nice to Meet you. I am sorry that we interrupt you and your father.' Chaeyoung steps out of the cubicle.

'Your girlfriend is cute tho, but I don't think I will lose to her, my tits are larger, my ass is larger and my legs are longer. What aspects I am losing? Tzuyu walks around Chaeyoung to observe her.

'But I guess your girlfriend could not satisfy you so you have to fuck other girls at work, right?' Tzuyu smirks, looking how Chaeyoung would reacts to her boyfriend cheating.

Chaeyoung seems to shock and doesn't know what to respond, 'What are you talking about...'

'Are you sure she is your girlfriend, I don't a girlfriend can act do calm when she knows her boyfriend cheats on her.' Tzuyu looks at you.

Tzuyu's words triggered your memory of Nayeon, the way she yelled at you when she knows you cheated with Momo.

“She’s greater than you Tzuyu.” I kiss Chaeyoung before dragging her out of the bathroom and back to Dahyun.

'Hey boyfriend, is it true that you fuck other girls at work? Include Mina eooni?' Chaeyoung asks.

'Not living with Nayeon eooni does make your life a mess, how many girls you are having relationships outside? I finally understand why she would break up with you.'

“Yeah, it does make life a mess” I respond without saying another word.

'Hey, you haven't answer me yet, did you fuck Mina before?' Seeing you walk faster to avoid the conversation, Chaeyoung chases you from behind.

You two speak nothing again until you reach Dahyun, three of you find a cafe and enjoy the afternoon tea. Luckily Dahyun does not ask you where you two go, but Chaeyoung is teasing her again.

'Oppa just met his friend, and he addressed me as his girlfriend, lol.' Hearing Chaeyoung's words, Dahyun looks at you immediately, waiting your explain.

“It was either that or tell her she was my step sister and we weren’t exactly in a position to say that Dahyun.” I respond.

Dahyun just nods and says nothing, and tells you she understands. On the other hand, Chaeyoung seems to realize the joke is too serious, so she did not say anything again.

You are frustrated after you hear Chaeyoung mention Nayeon, it makes you feel annoyed, your life is not good after Nayeon's leave, but you don't want to hurt her again, so you just pretend you are ok on social media, don't want her to worry about you.

However, you are not ok in the real life. Yes, you miss her, but you are trying to adopt other girls in your life, you gonna move on, but you seem to hurt other girls at the same time, Mina, Momo, Sana, and even Jihyo. You sigh as you don't know what you should do. You can feel the love from them, but you are not sure about your feeling.

The mood of you three goes straight down afterward. Silence is the only thing at your table.

I clap my hands together to get their attention, “Come on, let’s not be quiet. This is the first time we’ve been together in a long time. Let’s go to an arcade and play some games, have some fun together.” I stand up and look at them to see how they feel. “Wouldn’t that be fun?”

'Yeah, let's go then!' Chaeyoung jumps from her seat and hold your hand.

'Are you coming with us, Dahyun?' You let out your hand and invite her.

'Of course.' Dahyun hold your another hand and then you three head to the arcade.

'Yah, oppa, how could you get the driving license? You keep crashing on my car!'

'Shut up, Chae. If you don't block my way, I won't crash your car.'

'Wow, Dubu. You can really dance.'

'Wanna join me, Oppa?'

Three of you spend the rest of the day at the arcade to play games together.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Hi! Just found this blog recently and I really like how you write the characters, was wondering if you could do a story with eyeless jack trying to confess to a male reader (or gn reader if it's more comfortable for ya)

I wanna know how you think he would handle something like that, would he be nervous, confident, straightforward?? Giving me brain worms rn lol

Ty ty! It always makes me feel so nice when people like my writing!

Thank you so much for requesting!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eyeless Jack confessing to a Male!Reader

Jack is not the best when it comes to feelings

He's always so deeply buried in his work that he's simply never had time for relationships

He has that mindset of "more brain less heart", so when he first had those feelings people often associate with having a crush, he both immediately knew what he was experiencing and also very confused

And so he pondered

And pondered

And pondered

And after multiple weeks of pacing, giving himself long hard looks in the mirror and over thinking every possible thing, he comes to a conclusion

He loves you.

At least, he thinks he loves you

There's still that small part of him that tries to rationalize his emotions, blaming it all on natural hormones and societies strange fascination with the idea of being in love

But in the end, he realizes that he's fallen into your trap and wants nothing more than to experience that over dramatized, over capitalized emotion known as love

And he wants to experience it with you, no less

When it comes to confessing, there are multiple ways he's planned it all out in his head

He could just march right into the living room, proclaim his love for you for all to see in a grand gesture that is sure to steal your heart

.....or scare you off and make you think him an obsessive creep

He could ask you out on a nice date, somewhere private where you two can be alone and focus on nothing but each other with a nice picnic, or perhaps even a nice restaurant

But there's always that stinging fear of rejection that lurks over him

He's only snapped out of his thoughts when you wave your hand in front of him, your scent catching him off guard

"Hellllloooo?? Anyone home in there?"

Your voice sounds like an angel singing, which he would've had more time to daydream about of he wasn't shaking the thought out of his head as quickly as it came

"Yeah, I'm ok. Just thinking." He responds

"About what?" You ask curiously. It always was a wild card with Jack, as thinking seemed to be his favorite pass time

"You know, this and that." He hums

You had been sitting in the kitchen for one of the big "family" meals the entire mansion comes together for at least once every few months

Every instinct in him was telling him to confess right here right now, but again with the grand gesture, it's likely he would scare you off

So he instead excuses himself and takes a long cold shower, once again....pondering....

After you finished dinner, you snuck into his room and made yourself comfortable as Jack showered

Don't worry dear reader, he was fully aware you were there and this was fully within the boundaries of your friendship

As you listened to the water run, you began to think

Jack had been acting off lately, shutting himself up in his room for longer periods of time and even when he was out, he always seemed to be thinking

This tends to happen periodically with Jack, but that doesn't mean you don't worry about him

You hear the water shut off and look towards the bathroom door as you hear the shuffling of cloth material and the clink of the shower curtain closing

Jack emerges in his sleep wear, his ear flicking when he picks up on your scent

"You're upset." He mumbles, walking around his room and reorganizing clutter here and there

"I'm not upset, just worried. You ok, man?"

You grab him by his wrists and sit him down on his bed before he can shuffle away again

There is a moment of awkward silence before you finally speak up again "you know you can tell me anything, right?"

He stares at you silently for another moment before taking a breath in

"I want you." He states in an almost longing tone "But I don't know what to do or what to say" he speaks in a whisper

You are taken aback, but still respond nonetheless

"Is that what you've been thinking about this whole time?" You ask in a hushed tone, reaching up to tuck some hair behind his pointy ear

He nods "Please know that I had planned to tell you in a more formal manner. Perhaps with flowers and a nice array of candies"

This makes you laugh loudly, which in turn, makes him flash you an embarrassed yet dorky smile

Your laugh dies down and you cup his cheeks softly "it's ok, I like this"

You press his forehead to yours with a small smile "though, I won't say no to flowers"

A small purr emerges from his throat as he wraps his long arms around you, holding you closely to him as he breathes in your scent

If he knew all he had to do was just flat out say it, he would've done it a long time ago, but he's glad he has you now <3

[airenyah]

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considering i was tagged by 4 different people (@lurkingteapot, @recentadultburnout, @telomeke, @nongnaos -- thank you guys <3) in the last two-ish weeks i think it's about time i finally get to this. sorry i'm late dfkgkldfgkldf

RULES: bold the ones that are true and tag some people to do it.

APPEARANCE

Blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing [it's just so much more comfy lbr] // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair [i had red highlights as a child and i've gone blonde twice] // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails [sort of -- i used to for quite a while bc it's the only thing stopping me from my horrible nail biting habit but unfortunately i got lazy during lockdowns and now i hardly paint them anymore] // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument [i've played the violin on and off since i was 5 years old (currently at 3 years of lessons since my last break), i also played the piano from age 7 to 19 and the recorder from age 6 to 15 (that is soprano recorder, alto recorder, tenor recorder and even bass recorder for a semester or so)] // I am artistic [i'd say so... i mean i'm not the most talented person but i HAVE worked as a professional graphic designer for a year and a half and i sometimes make gifs (if you want to see them then search for the tag meine grafiken on my blog)] // I know more than one language [lmao i mean... i'm not a monolingual english speaker so... ok but in all seriousness: my native language is german/austrian dialect and obviously i know english. part of my family is italian so i know conversational italian as well (plus it's one of my working languages at uni). i can understand conversational norwegian and i'm slowly starting to understand more and more conversational thai (i'm at a point where i can watch a lot of shows without subtitles and understand the main plot, even if i miss some details) i had french in school and remember some basics (like how to introduce myself and some specific vocabulary like colours or numbers) and i've also looked into korean so i can read it and i know some basic grammar and a few words here and there] // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim [perks of being part italian means that unlike most austrians i actually learned how to swim in the mediterranean sea hehehe] // I enjoy writing [kinda?? i enjoyed writing stories in school but i never really write in my free time although sometimes i think i'd like to. but then when i sit down to do it i just never have any ideas and so i give up] // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing [i went to an elementary school with a music focus which is why i played 3 instruments and my class was also a choir. i also took group singing lessons at the local music school in my teens. if i had the time and the money i'd get some solo singing lessons. i've considered looking into it for the coming winter semester] // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends [i love them so much 🥺🥺🥺] // I travel during work or school breaks [i love traveling internationally when i can afford it. i also travel within austria sometimes, especially since they introduced the klimaticket which is a ticket that lets you use a whole bunch of public transports from trains to trams to busses all around austria. every few months i go visit my friend who studies in southern austria] // I can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year [i don't really care much for dating and relationships tbh] // I have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years [we met at summer camp 12 years ago and we're celebrating our 10 year anniversary of being best friends this winter -- hi @magsimags ily] // my parents are together [i don't understand how but somehow they've made it work for lthe past 30ish years idk] // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // My crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends [i mean if it comes up or if they actively ask for it then sure] // I have made an online friend [a few actually, i've made quite a few online fandom friends and then i also have a few online language tandem friends] // I met up with someone I have met online [i've met up with a bunch of language tandem partners irl that i found online first. as for my tumblr mutuals, there are 4 in total that i've seen irl -- you know who you are <333]

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise [let me be clear, it was bc i pulled an all-nighter or was suffering from insomnia. NOT bc i'd voluntarily get up at an insane hour in the morning to watch the sun rise. plus in the winter it's a lot easier to watch the sun rise without meaning to bc if you happen to have class or work early in the morning you might actually get to see it rise while you're on your way there] // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars [one time during summer camp we spent the night on a field underneath the stars, it was very lovely] // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me [i like spring!! i like summer!! i like warmth!! chirping means it's spring or summer and warm!!!!] // I enjoy the smell of the beach [i spent a significant amount of time at the mediterranean sea when i was a child and i miss the sea so fucking much. unfortunately austria is a landlocked country] // I know what snow tastes like [it snows in the winter in austria, you can bet your ass i've eaten snow as a child] // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms [only in the summer tho and when i'm safe and sound inside and it's not keeping me up in the middle of the night when i'm trying to sleep] // I enjoy cloud watching [kinda!! i mean the sky is so pretty like!!!!] // I have attended a bonfire [not big ones but we regularly had fires at summer camp] // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean [idk if i'd say i find mystery in the ocean but i sure find it fascinating] // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend [around certain people i absolutely turn into the mom friend, but not around everyone so i won't make this red] // I live by a certain quote [yeah "wenn's passt, dann passt's". it's tricky to translate, something like "if it's a good fit, it'll work out". the literal meaning is "if it fits, it fits" or "if it works out, it works out"] // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep [sometimes?????] // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

since i'm late to the party i have absolutely no idea who's gotten tagged already so if you've done this already or don't want to do it at all feel free to ignore!!

tagging: @solo-silenzio @magsimags @newyearknwwme @killiru @gaym3bo1 @elnotwoods @swabianhotpocket @cornflowershade @gillianthecat

[beachesgetpeaches]

Need someone to confirm this or help me find reading material but well fact 1) in the past we would ger better appliances, which were built to last longer and could be repaired, had spare parts so that only those would need to be exchanged etc. thats a simple fact.

2) appliances from the 60s would last for years, if not decades. they were expensive, functional, and durable.

3) same could be said for nearly everything, clothes to shoes. there are items half a century old which with proper care can still be wrong for a long time.

yet somewhere along the way we stopped making quality products and started making cheap shit with focus on sleek design instead of functionality. and when i say cheap shit i dont mean that things are affordable, i mean that it is typically a shitty make which is cheap it's just that they sell it to you for much more money. i mean even the "reliable" brands will like offer a sad warranty like 3 years (plus 2 if you register on our site and let us spam your email).

clothes became shit, shoes fall apart after a season's wear, stitching is crap...

and we all take it?

and I feel like back in the 50s-60s or even earlier the economy had to bw focused on industry. theres the whole boeing story which i dont know by heart but have heard it somewhere will try to update with link. anyway - industry oriented economy would have focused on quality production (I guess?), making sure that they produce enough according to market needs and all that.

but then i think the world shifted (slowly but surely) to like.... shareholder economy (again this is all a gut feeling im trying to learn more) which basically focuses on maximising the profit for shareholders as opposed to well producinh quality products. one might think that producing quality products = customer satisfaction = more people buy but i guess it's more like minimum investement for maximum gain. and if we assume that in the end there are specific organisations (lets say) that profit the mosr, and hold the most stock (and thus the most power) and that they ... if you think about it sort of control the market while giving us the illusion of choice

then they can sell us shit at whatever price, and still maximise shareholder profit right? like the illusion of choice guarantees that they offer us (consumers) cheap, medium, expensive options under different brands.

ok imma stop this is a long rant but i just am trying to figure shit out so i can rage and have some factual background on this

[imthediamondintherough]

Because im in a somewhat ok mood I thought I'd start with design lore and character details. I said I'd inform you @0lympian-c0uncil

So. A tip: I'm a bit of a clothes/fashion fanatic. I obsess over small details a lot. This is gonna be very evident.

Also I CAN'T DRAW. So there is no art for any of my characters.

Currently.

Moving on.

Right!

The new name for the series is now

Lore Chthonic Order

(Or LCO in abbreviation)

yeah you waited a long time and the title isn't even that good. hilarious right?

I took a lot of inspiration from much anime and existing series. (You know as authors do) so designs are heavily influence by anime characters and such.

I also said there would be other deites in this... series actually I haven't decided if this is a series or anthology (still working out that detail.)

I can't give all the characters information out (like the second protagonist) because that would be spoilery. But I got to give you guys something to make up for the delay in content right?

So let's get to infodumping!

Demeter and Persephone purposely have similar designs in terms of clothing choices. But that is when they are together and only when they are together.

Demeter's character design (as in physical appearance) is inspired by the character design for Type Moon's FATE/ Grand Order's goddess Parvati. At least when she's in her domain and not in typical "civilian wear" when she is around mortals. ...More on that later.

Typically her colors are various greens, whites, browns, and yellows because I like the idea that Demeter gives off a summer vibe (probably some unintended symbolism and hidden messages there. I'll let you work that out) so alot of her clothes are very summery and late spring based.

In LO, Demeter's clothes usually look very business like. Very formal (and kinda boring) BUT I like that choice in clothing it suits her business oriented mindset. (I also like business suits and think women look great in them.) But this is Demeter so I'll make a point to incorporate certain aspects fit for Demeter and what she stands for.

So lots of plant motifs and maybe summer fruit images on her more casual clothes and dresses. But I also want to reference the thing she's iconic for: Persephone. True the myths around Perse don't have the best light and everyone likes making it so it's a "okay" thing that happened (and depending on the version you prefer it kinda isn't...)but whatever! not relevant.

I want to hint at or allude to Persephone the daughter who (probably) ran away and the daughter she loves. In my story Persephone is only seen as her role as queen of the underworld (I think that's justified since the focus IS on all the underworld related deities...) So that means darker colors and delicate...ish appearing flowers (not the common roses. unless you mean "black" varieties and the thorns)

Demeter wants her daughter to be around her (but she's in the underworld for much of the beginning of the story so I think placing little references to her is a good idea.) Demeter herself will not wear too many dark colors and flowers are usually limited to reference her daughter Persephone. No Persephone isn't a delicate flower and in LCO Demeter recognizes this and accepts it. But she also still wishes she could keep Persephone by her side always. Hinting to her in her clothes as a sort of reminder is a good way to emphasize that.

And I like clothes. Like I really like writing about them so brace yourself.

Back to my first point Demeter's physical description design is based on Fate Grand Order's Indian goddess Parvati.

Incidentally Parvati is a mother like figure and in this story Demeter ends up a mother like figure to multiple people so is anyone surprised?

As for normal civilian wear-- well it's just what she wears when she is around a large number of mortals. Usually this is a dress or suit with floral details (or reminders of Persephone). And I think having suits have lots of references to Persephone fits because it's like... Persephone means business in both aspects of her role. And Demeter wants to follow that in her own way so while she can't ask Persephone to wear suits (though she's positive her daughter would look wonderful in them) she wears them herself as a way of hinting how proud she is that Persephone is her own person.

When Persephone is around and not stopping by to drop off a gift she wears clothes similar to her mother in terms of style and colors. Mostly to reference where she currently is. But being the goddess of spring she wears lots more flowers. As per request of Demeter to feel like the old days they are normally large flowers or flowers that would require a lot of... Sun....

Although on occasion, Persephone pops up randomly (which is how we have warm days in winter) usually just to say hi or let one of her children speak to their grandmother or she's doing a favor for another goddess then she still wears dark colors with minor or or more subtle hints to flowers.

[incorrectinfinity]

Ok I haven't seen the new ovenbreak update yet but. Like as someone of middle eastern descent with Muslim parents it concerns me personally from what I've heard.

And honestly so far: ...I'm not really that offended? Yeah it's definitely in poor taste for lack of a better word but I'm gonna wait until I see how they handle it before I really come to a conclusion. 'There's definitely gonna be other middle eastern people who have different opinions on this but personally im just... kinda neutral, for some reason. Tbh I'm kinda excited to see it because I genuinely like yogurt cream cookie a lot and some more content with him would be nice to see, if he ends up being featured.

like idk if any of the people complaining about this update are also middle eastern and if they are then they are of course entitled to their own opinions on this but if they are then so am I.

That's valid but there's a lot of things I am thinking about this update.

I think the bomb motif is INCREDIBLY disrespectful to display for an update that revolves around a place heavily inspired by the middle east and during Ramadan.

Yogurca and the cookies around it typically rely on stereotypes and appropriation which I feel like I cannot support. Along with that most of those characters wear revealing clothes which fetishizes people living in those places and is an unfortunate pattern in a lot of uneducated media with an focus on those places.

Lilac'a entire design is a piece of work and proves that point undeniably in my opinion.

And along with all of that, it's the trend I've been seeing in Ovenbreak overall.

What they did to the lab, the last update getting rid of the gacha and making it even more pay to play for beginners, the overwhelming number of sequel updates and lack of fresh ideas, Raid Runs, the NFTs, and the unfortunate situation with Rose. It feels worrying, it feels like they're beginning to focus more on Kingdom and leaving Ovenbreak to rot. Either that or they're trying to make Ovenbreak into a money making machine.

This situation was the last straw for me. Devsisters has proven again and again and AGAIN that they don't care about the players of Ovenbreak. It's really disheartening.

You are always entitled to your own opinion and I will respect that, I won't hate anyone who still plays Ovenbreak. And I am a white American teenager who doesn't know shit about what it's like living in the middle east or being middle eastern so if you don't view it as disrespectful I will respect that.

But a lot of the people I have seen who are criticizing this update are also middle eastern, and I do not appreciate the repeated appropriation Devsisters has been pulling for years with Yogurca.

If you like the characters and story of Yogurca more power to you, but I don't.

[crypticcodexcreations]

Get to Know Me Tag!

A big thanks to @blind-the-winds for tagging me in this!

Rules: answer the questions and tag nine people you want to know better

Favorite Color: Oh my god don't ask a former graphic design student this lol The fun part of this question is that it really really depends. And yes, I know that's me overthinking this question, but I'm a chronic over thinker. But like, my Switch is yellow because I love yellow, but a lot of my clothes are black because it's the color I love to wear, etc. I think I'm going to make this simple and also be a cop out and say rainbow. Rainbow is my favorite color

Currently Reading: It's been a bit since I picked up any of the books I currently have progress on tbh, but the most recent one I made progress on is the first in a trilogy from my childhood that I thought might be fun to re-read May Bird and the Ever After by Jodi Lynn Anderson. I read the whole series as a kid and absolutely adored it. Going back now as an adult aaaaand... I don't think I would enjoy it if not for the nostalgia factor. It's not bad, in my opinion or anything, but it just wasn't written for adults, and that's OK! The world building is really interesting though! And looking back, the build up of one of the main plot points is really nice. They're really vague about why cats have been banned from the Ever After, and remembering the why has me giggling every time it comes up!

I also saw someone, I can't remember who, but I think it was @sleepyowlwrites , mention the Chronicles of the Imaginarium Geographica recently, so the three books I have in that series are sitting on my desk waiting for me to go back to those, as they were also a big part of my childhood. So I'll probably be reading that soon.

Last Song: Ah, the curse of getting to this while listening to music. Currently playing in the background of me typing this is a nightcore cover of Pretty Little Psycho according to the video it's attached to.

Last Series: It has been quite some time since I sat down and tried to watch any series. My little ADHD* brain has had no focus for watching much of anything recently so I think the last series I watched was Bungo Stray Dogs. AND I am not caught up on the anime either.

*Note: That is a guess on what's going on in my brain. Please do not take this as an invitation to ask me about ADHD.

Last Movie: Pretty sure this has been even longer than watching any series of any kind. However, I think it was the Gene Wilder Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory movie because my fiance had not seen it and that's a crime that had to be fixed.

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Savory. I can only have sweet things in smaller doses otherwise my tastebuds get overwhelmed and the only proper pain foods are sour ones. Spicy burns and it's not a fun pain for me. Sour is the fun pain.

Currently Working On: Technically, all of my projects are being juggled right now, but with all of them having something that my makes my brain not want to work on them, I'd say what I'm actually working on is keeping my brain from making what I call "Avoidance Projects" What that means is this: Hell's Casino, Cross Over, and The Stories Beneath the Stars all have some sort of basis, having been thought about for a while. "Avoidance Projects" are spur of the moment decisions of what to write about. I may have thought about a character or two for them in the past, but they have no plot thought out ahead of time. My brain likes to start them when I'm frustrated with my current writing and they often end up going nowhere and being forgotten about quickly. So, for now I'm trying to convince my brain to put a pin in them and come back to them when they can have proper attention.

And now! I'm gonna go ahead and tag @calicojackofficial @midnight-and-his-melodiverse @the-finch-address @jezifster @fearofahumanplanet and leave an open tag to anyone else who'd like to do this as well!

[baezdylan]

So what are your thoughts on Jo's letter to Laurie in the 2019 film?

FUCK. (what a way to start an essay woah) THIS IS MY!!!!! FAVOURITE ACT OF ALTERING THE SOURCE MATERIAL AND IT SUCKS THAT PEOPLE JUST.... do not get it lol. it's an excellent addition and it says sooooo much if you read the text properly... let's look at it shall we:

the worst fate is to be a wife -> the worst fate is to live my life without you in it. she never confesses love!!!! she would... if they were still children. back when i love you only meant i love you ... when it could be something that was solely theirs!!!! she's not saying that she wants to marry him... she's just picking the lesser of what she considers to be two evils... and YEAH, it is a love story, her best friend is absolutely essential to her (which she knows now. that he's gone.) and she is lonely. and man the lifespan of this letter (it is alive to me ok) is simply devastating... it is kept alive in the mailbox laurie introduced, it is locked away thanks to the key laurie's gifted jo and her sisters (her sisters. the only force capable of overpowering jo's ambition). and that, to me, is the perfect metaphor for jo and laurie themselves... keeping each other alive, but at what cost... does the world you created protect you or cut you off from everything else (they are physically separated from everyone during the dance sequence... on the porch while life goes on) their friendship ridicules social norms and jo LOVES that, she loves seeing herself in laurie... and then. and then the person you thought shared your worldview is perfectly happy living the life both of you were supposed to be running away from... she literally tries to embody him here. (WEARING HIS CLOTHES IN THAT SCENE WITH BETH TOO!!!!!)

look at this progression:

they're practically sharing a face in the scene above vs the camera barely even lets them be in the same shot in the scene below and when it does there's a clear drift between them (excellent work with filters too. mwah), like they're not supposed to be in a room together (OBSESSED with how damn physical it all is and it's a FRIENDSHIP!!!! so punk, punk rock equivalent I AM RIGHT)... they embrace, but the focus is on each of their faces separately while the twin boys hug (jo sells her hair moment) from their youth does little to accent their individual features... their faces are mostly hidden...

she's not in love with him!!!!! the person who was supposed to be her equal in everything is just... not the same as her... what if she's the only one dreaming of far away places and pirate ships? well, for one... that would mean she's all alone. I'M NOT IN LOVE WITH YOU!!!! WE ARE JUST THE SAME!!!!! because of you i can love all the crooked parts of me. it's so fucked up actually lmaooo. back to the letter... THE DEATH SCENE (letters can die) look at the script, this fucking haunts me:

once it left the mailbox, the letter has to die... "she might end her suffering in the most tragic way - she leans towards the river"... just... the loss of friendship synchronized with physical impairment. it's all about the idealized world you've created in your head blending with the harsh version of reality you've also created in your head and resulting in The Unknown (the truth is always in the in-between) and jo wants the world to just ... stop altogether because of this... she can't get the bookish culmination of events, neither the fairytale nor the tragedy... she can't love laurie differently so no Happy Ending from her romance novels (she reads them!!!! we always forget it, but she loves romance novels!!!) and everything is so mind-numbingly passive so no Shakespearean Death... (i'd even argue that she doesn't end her suffering in the most tragic way because she finds her reality lacking in events that would support that sort of final act... also ties in to my thoughts on the movie's particular manner of storytelling! nothing Important ever happens, but lives keep on changing... amy march gets it!!!!) idk man... just. the letter. it's all about the letter.

[rottingsparrow]

Part 2 (redo) of Reading Lore Olympus

I am doing a test to see if more people see this if I only review ten episodes at a time. It makes sense, I wouldn’t wanna read that much either. So here’s episodes 11-20, I’ll be posting 21-30 shortly after. Here’s part one again

Ep 11

Touch count total: 7 lmao

Cat. kitty cat

Artemis jumps to conclusions so fast

Did artemis’ bangs grow

Ope and its short again

It would be different it it wasnt noticeable but like the style changes too

Why does artemis not have scissors

How is her hair perfect after a slice

It looks like she is pulling her skin when she is taking her clothes off

Is she wearing a bra?? Bc if she isnt her boobs shouldnt be sitting like that

Oh she is now

“Demeter is such a helicopter mom” i mean yeah but also i dont think the mortal realm has.. Yknow internet

Eros is pink now idk if i preferred him as a light purple

Maybe like a mixture thats cool

Ep 12

Artemis like true form looks cool but so normal yknow

Inside!

“No wings i just vacuumed” quick rachel how do wings work

I do like the cut out in the back of the shirt for the wings

Artemis feels like the mom that is like “put on pants ur uncle is coming over” like huh?? Persephone is just not wearing pants

Youre just soooo pretty persephone omg

Eros and persephones colors accidentally get so close ugh

“I dont” look at her face its so. Yeah

Is yoga for sex or

Is he holding a necklace i thought he was pulling tears and i was so confused when i originally read this

Ep 13

Did aphrodite get darker

She definitely did esp in the panel where she says “psyche”

I know they are family of love but i do worry about the possible emotional incest that could occur honestly. I dont think it happens but it gets close

Ok so he passes the underworld so it goes olympus- underworld- mortal realm or am i dumb

The pig is so cute

How did she not realize her veil thingy fell off

Was her family abusive in the og story or was this just so eros would fall even more for her

When did he get the bow and quiver dont just say magic

Ep 14

The little switches in time got me confused the first time i read it

Oh boy he got an apartment

If i were psyche i would be scared deadass

“The ugliest creature youve ever seen” ok thats cool its fun

Ep 15

Listen. How the hell did she adapt to this bc if i went to a diff realm and all of a sudden there was like. Indoor plumbing i would panic the hell out of my mind

Like shes even wearing modern clothes

“I'm certainly not the pig” hehe i like the pig

Why does he not hang out with her when he isnt busy like

Hookup count is 2 now

Ok ok this may be stupid but what if he just made her go by a diff name

Also your mother needs therapy

I would want to leave too

“Do you trust me?” thats kinda guilt tripping ngl

“Maybe i could have visitors” no they literally are from a different time now

Like i get the “i cant tell her no” but just explain the modern vs ancient world but maybe she could go visit them idk

Ep 16

Why are they not confused i feel like they are ignoring this whole thing rachel created

No her sisters have a point why did he not give her a name not even his real one

Dont hold the blade there is a handle girl

“How could you not trust me?” i wouldnt either gotta be honest

Eros is so melodramatic istg

Artemis and persephone are not having it and like mood

Artemis is lighter now

Yknow if she kept a color palette with just base colors and then did lighting it would work better but maybe im a lil lost

“Hey i got a phone” put ur name queen

Q&A 1

I wasnt gonna put anything for this but “i focus on details and seek out references for anatomy” girlie do you wanna. Start doing that again

Ep 17

Why is he just crying he can leave

“Woe is me” shut up Persephone

No it would suck to be sworn to maidenhood without her permission but also i dont think she understands what unrequited love is

“No one will ever love me like that” they might yall just cant do things

“And thats ok” is it??

“Little tart” good nickname tbh

Her eyes went blue but that will never happen again

Dont throw her list away eros

Emergency contacts you just got a phone??

“Im paying for everything so i get to pick” stfu eros

We will never see her wear this again

Do we ever see her wear the same outfit i cant remember

“Was he just humoring me” i mean hes also prolly busy

I know everyone says it but i hate that apollo is purple

Ep 18

Stop thinking of persephone like that its so weird hades

“As if she would want me to have her number” its not a business card made for you man

How do kings get banned genuinely like this is so wild rachel please show me the societal norm and class systems here

Haha so funny zeus is harassing someone -_-

What job would he give her honestly

How does the economy work you cant say that resell on gems is shit and not explain

Hades wow forcing them to accept a check youre so cool

This is locker room talk and i quite literally hate it

Ep 19

If hades doesnt want to discuss his sex life he is valid i wouldnt want to especially not to family

“Ok i can be a little bossy” this is a surprise tool thatll help up later

They are being good brothers here tho

Ew not the locker room talk again

Like even if she was his age or whatever its literally so gross

Hera!!!

Ep 20

Lil kore is so cute

I like their interactions

She has a point its disgusting

However, i hate, like loathe, the miscommunication plot device. Answer hades Hera so i dont have to deal with this

Also zeus shut up you dont speak for hades

Hera should know that she is getting angry at Zeus and then misdirecting her anger its so annoying

“Im well aware im a fool” can you guys just talk please

[wild-at-mind]

TW- murder, transphobia, racism, incarceration, suicide

I remember in 2018 (I think that was the year) I went to a TDoR vigil at the cafe in the next city over, which at the time was the source of much of my LGBTQ connection, along with a meetup group I attended in the same area. The vigil ceremony was not ideal in many ways- some local reporters talked over part of the address, and during the name reading it was clear that the Latin American names were being pronounced wrongly. In the UK it can be harder to find someone who is culturally connected to Latin America who could do the reading or at least advise than it might be in the US, so I don’t know if they would have ever been perfect, but it seemed that pronunciation had not been even checked and it was really noticeable. But while there is room for improvement I still think it’s an overall good that this vigil happened.

The gathering in the cafe beforehand was better. I was very tentatively exploring my gender stuff back then, and being around so many trans and nonbinary people of all ages was very powerful. I remember seeing a group of older trans women who looked weary and tired talking at one of the tables.. or perhaps they were cross dressers. The line between them can be blurred, especially in older generations. And being a male cross dresser who doesn’t identify as a trans woman does not protect you from violence. One of the murder victims on the TDoR list this year is Jimmie ‘Jay’ Lee, a black self identified gay man in the US who was murdered while wearing women’s clothing. https://tdor.translivesmatter.info/reports/2022/07/08/jimmie-jay-lee_lafayette-county-mississippi-usa_348b20a4  Plenty of historical transfemme people identified variously as cross dressers or drag queens as well as trans women. I’m hardly the first to say this but I hope that an obsession with correct labelling in the LGBTQ community does not mean the important things get ignored.

At that 2018 gathering before the vigil the cafe was packed, full and standing. I felt a sense of community with people there suddenly, even though I didn’t know most of them, because I felt we were all coming together for something bigger than ourselves. I think it’s easy for something as personal and identity based as gender to become very inclosed in our own heads, especially for the comparitively privileged (Western, white, ok financially) and that’s something I’ve found difficult. For me at least, because of these things that I have and the comfort they provide, it can feel self indulgent to focus on myself. Coming together in this outward focusing way with so many trans and nb people at that time was incredibly moving and poweful. Especially important to me is that it had nothing to do with the kind of awkward self flaggellation that self conscious white queer communities can end up doing when trying to support people much more marginilised. I hate that this seems to be so inescapable sometimes. Though maybe that was a misguided view as I later saw an overview of some of the criticism of TDoR on wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transgender_Day_of_Remembrance  in the Reception section. (It uses a lot of language about ‘bodies’ rather than people, a language choice which I have seen pushback on recently from black people especially, so warning for that.) As a way to honour trans and gender nonconforming people who were murdered or took their own lives, it is vastly imperfect, as we saw from the badly done reading of the names I talked about earlier. It’s ok for things to be imperfect and nuanced, and I hope I will make an effort to actively learn more about these issues. It’s common for activists for a particular cause to be asked to think of and draw attention to related injustices, and I think TDoR should be no different. Starting in the UK, where I live, the story of Taylor really gripped me. Taylor was a trans man who in prison serving an IPP, Indeterminate sentence for Public Protection. He was in a situation where he had served 10 years over his initial sentence, due to the nature of the IPP, and had no release date. They no longer give out these sentences, presumably because they are inhumane, but they were not retroactively repealed. I encourage you to read more here: https://tdor.translivesmatter.info/reports/2022/07/09/taylor_wotton-under-edge-gloucestershire-united-kingdom_87fabb44 and here: https://iwoc.iww.org.uk/free-taylor/ (Note- this was written before Taylor’s death.) Taylor took his life in prison while under an insufficient suicide watch. Transphobia was one of the problems he faced in his life but it was one of many, and all were exacerbated by him being locked up for so long. This makes me want to learn more about UK prison advocacy- we have the highest rate of prison suicide in the world according to the IWOC link there, and that horrified me. A homeless man in my hometown who to be honest was mainly known for acting strangely in public (shouting in megaphone while wearing odd outfits- mildly annoying I guess but harmless) was jailed for one of those ‘crimes’ they get homeless people for, and soon after he took his life in prison. There was a shrine to him in the town centre when the news came. His name was Lee and they called him Superman because that was one of his outfits. It made me think of him and how fucked up the system is, if he hadn’t been locked up he could still be alive.

Got a bit rambly there. I hope it made sense. Sending my love to all trans and gender nonconforming people today. And I hope I can focus on the wider issues in UK society in the name of the amazing trans people I know, for the love of humanity and people of all kinds in our country.