#This was actually fun and I realise my music taste is a little bit all over the place

[foreverchangingfandomsao3]

shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals <3

Hey Frost!!! Thank you for asking!

I'm afraid I've been baking which means my favourite playlist is mostly songs I can sing at the top of my lungs 😅

1. Before You Go by Lewis Capaldi

2. Too Sweet by Hozier

3. Wild Blue Yonder by The Amazing Devil

4. Don't Tell Mama from Cabaret

5. El Tango De Roxanne from Moulin Rouge (the film version, obviously)

[sc0tters]

Betting On Brats | Nico Hischier

summary: when you decide to give Nico a taste of his own medicine it seems you two can only go so far.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v (unprotected), swearing, oral (fem receiving!), slight degradation, porn with post plot?

word count: 4.37k

authors note: I really don’t know when it was that I last released something so let’s not ask @heavenlyhischier how long this idea has been swirling around… but long story short Abby posted something with Nico in his car and I was like the car sex request was music to my ears. I actually love elements of this so I’m hoping it gets picked up by y’all too. Here’s to us getting more updates soon!

You were playing with fire.

From the moment you stepped into the venue, the smirk on your face should have given it away that you were ready to ruffle some feathers. Except it all started and ended with your fiancé and how he didn’t seem to care for the fact that you disliked your neighbour.

Mackenzie could have been the nicest person in the world, but that didn’t matter to you whilst she felt the need to flirt with Nico.

You swore things were going to be different when you came home with the giant rock on your hand. Yet your hopefulness quickly ran out when you saw her talking with him.

It was any old Monday as when you came back from Pilates, ready to tell Nico all about your day and how the Slovakian lady who owned a bakery left you with more baked goods for him to try “thanks for helping.” The voice made you freeze.

Mackenzie’s voice was like chalk against a board as she twirled her hair through her fingers “yeah our sink had that problem last week.” Nico nodded along as he clutched to the tool bag you got him months back.

You froze seeing Mackenzie in her pj shorts and a little vest. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she practically flashed her tits in his face “Hischier I’m going to shower if you want to join.” Your words came in a grumble as you shoved your shoulder into his.

It threw both of them off “we were in the middle of a conversation.” Mackenzie shot back as you scoffed.

Usually the sight of you all sweaty in your leggings and tight tops was enough to make Nico weak in the knees “I’ll be back in a sec okay schatzi?” He squeezed your hand but still that made you just roll your eyes as you pulled your hand back and left to the apartment.

That was four days ago and your comments to him have been with minimal contact. Nico noticed of course but he didn’t have the time to call you out on it with the start of the season quickly approaching.

It was what brought you both to today, the welcoming dinner for the returning and new players alongside their partners and it was your third season planning the event “schatzi please can we act-” Nico began as he went to squeeze your hand “Timo!” Your cheer cut him off as you saw the older boy smile at you.

Throughout your relationship with Nico you had gotten the chance to get close to Timo, and after convincing him to teach you Swiss phrases to then say back to Nico who of course was in awe of the gesture. After that you quickly found the boy turning into your friend as he now saw you like his American sister “you two still at it?” Timo smirked as he pulled you into a side hug.

Your sigh seemed to tell him all that he needed to know as he cracked a grin “knew you were wearing this for a reason.” It was a red sundress that Nico adored on you with the little slit that sat midway up your thigh that you paired with a white pair of heels.

Each time you wore it Nico seemed to end up pulling you into a room before the end of the night. So having it in place where he wasn’t allowed to touch you, was bound to be torture “it’s all just for a little bit of fun.” You smirked as you shrugged doing your best to ignore how Nico’s eyes glared at sight.

Timo simply nodded “is it still that Mackenzie girl?” The name made you scowl “if Nico could realise that she’s flirting with him then all of this could be avoided!” You wanted to pull your hair out at the idea of his constant disagreement of Mackenzie trying to do any bad in this world.

It made the older boy feel sorry for you “look maybe I can help you.” His offer was quick to make you raise your eyebrows in anticipation “since you want to get him jealous, why not stand with me.” The idea was perfect.

You were in your dangerous dress, Timo and you actually had a lot to talk about with the need to catch up, and if all went well Nico would get a taste of his own medicine. It almost made you mad that it wasn’t you who came up with it as you nodded “I owe you.” You added shaking his hand, leaving Nico confused at what was causing the smirks on your faces.

The questions only seemed to grow as Nico offered you the seat next to him - your normal seat - but instead you opted for the one across from the captain, right next to Timo “schatzi?” Nico did little to hide his confusion as sure he knew you were mad but he didn’t think that you were going to be that mad.

Instead you just offered him a smile “figured you’d want to see with Jacky boy no?” Your hand pointed to the boy who took your normal seat “yeah cap she got you all summer.” Jack matched your tone as he sent you a toothy grin paired with a wink.

Throughout that dinner Nico swore he was going to kill Timo and honestly Jack too. It seemed the American only loved to start talking when you were whispering things into Timo’s ear. All of the things had to do with random questions but the way it made Nico’s eyes burn into your soul left you feeling more alive than ever.

Nico was close to breaking his glass as he watched Timo help you push your hair out of your face as the freshly curled locks weren’t paired with a hair tie tonight “you’re so good t’me Timo.” You cooed sending him a smile as you sipped at your drink “Nico you good dude?” John was sat on the other side of the boy and felt how his body tensed.

It took the American a snap of his fingers to break Nicos gaze “yeah I’m fine.” Through gritted teeth you figured you had done enough for now to make him jealous “yeah baby you’re not looking too hot.” You turned your attention back to your boyfriend and that seemed to be the longest sentence you had give him in days.

Nico grew surprised but when your heel began to rub up the inside of his leg “schatzi I am good.” His voice came with a warning and a cough not sure how much more of your teasing he could truly handle from you.

You instead just smiled as you nodded dropping your foot to go back to your dinner letting the night go by quietly. Still you never gave Nico the satisfaction of standing in a conversation alone with him as Timo seemed to be attached to your hip, making the captain more irritated by the second “look dude I don’t know what you did-” Johns words practically dug his grave for him “what makes you think I did it?” Nicos head snapped in the curly haired boys direction as his eyes sharpened.

John felt his mouth go dry “well she’s kind of spent more time with Timo than she has with you.”John was scared his comment would get him into trouble as his body shrunk in front of the boy.

Nico went to respond but when your hand raked over Timo’s shoulder it practically cut him off “I’m going to kill him.” His voice was rough as his hands clenched making his knuckles grow white “hey now we cannot have the start of the season be tied to our captain being a murderer.” John stopped the captain from moving.

The Swiss man knew he was right but somehow that didn’t make him feel any better “she is just doing this all to piss you off.” It was the truth. You were desperate for Nico to feel how you felt about Mackenzie and you had done only an ounce of what she did.

When you touched Timo’s shoulder it had been to flick a leaf from it. Whilst you wanted Nico to feel your pain, not even your own stubbornness would bring you to inflict those emotions on him. You also wouldn’t think to do that with Timo, yet still you were too proud to let Nico see how you constantly watching him as you hoped that he would care enough to be a little jealous.

Your wishes quickly came to fruition when Jack finally ran out of things to say to Nico and Luke’s whines of boredom got too much for the middle Hughes boy. As the Hughes boys were no longer in eyesight, Nico turned his attention to where you and Timo stood giggling as you sipped your wine.

He didn’t hesitate as he made a beeline for you both, not uttering a word as he swooped down to grab you by your knees so he could throw you over his shoulder “have a good night you two.” Timo couldn’t help but laugh knowing the that your salute and his captains not so subtle middle finger basically said the same thing as one another, the end goal of the night was reached.

Nico didn’t let you go until he got to the door of the restaurant “I wasn’t ready to go.” Your voice was a mumble that made him scoff as he continued to walk now with his hand gripping yours “when you are acting like a fucking slut flirting with my friends, I think you’re ready to go.” Nico shot back not bothering to look back at you as your lips pursed together feeling the pain form in your wrist.

His comment seemed to trigger something within you as you scoffed “maybe it’s a shame that she wasn’t here because then you wouldn’t give a damn what I did.” Your comment struck him in a way that most words wouldn’t. All of this came down to jealousy and as he shut your door it seemed that part of it could have fizzled down to the fact that you didn’t feel heard.

Nico thought that leaving the environment would have been enough but your silence only reminded him more of his much you seemed to enjoy talking to Timo “cat got your tongue schatzi?” Nico’s words had a hint of annoyance that only you could pick up on.

You turned to him with a glare “surely you can’t be thick enough to not see why I’m mad?” Your teeth bit down on the inside of your cheek.

The timing of the comment was against you as the car came to a red light giving him the chance to fully focus on you “you let her flirt with you and get it to a point where I’m uncomfortable and somehow I’m the fucking bitch!” It was clear you were hurt as Nico’s consistent effort to ignore your complaints stung “at least I’m not flirting with your best friend.” If Nico didn’t notice that you were pissed off he was sure to notice it now.

A laugh left your lips like you couldn’t believe that this was reality “Timo at least gives a shit about what I think.” As your words oozed from your lips Nico clenched at his hands around the steering wheel.

The commentary struck a nerve “you need to watch it schatzi.” His tone was cold “or else what?” Your tongue clicked as you waited to hear him throw back some lousy argument.

But instead you got something so much heavier “if I have to pull this car over you will not be able to walk for a week.” His threat made you want to squirm but your strength stopped you “is that meant to make me scared?” Your ego was always going to get you in trouble.

And as you watched Nico pull the car into a semi secluded area that was made all that much more private by the darkened skies “w-what are we-” you had never seen Nico do this, the only place you two had been together was in your room “you wanted to see me fuck you in the back so get in the back.” Nico’s expression was flat as he turned the car off.

As he went to undo his seatbelt you realised that he was indeed serious so this time you opted to listen, sliding into the back seat as you realised he had gotten out of the car. Nico didn’t take long however, as the next you saw of him was now from the back door as he did his best to find a comfortable position whilst the doors locked around you both “we could have gone home and had a nice night schatzi.” Nico sighed as he let his lips hover over yours.

His hands traveled up your waist over the fabric of your dress “would have bent you over in this pretty fucking dress that I love so much.” The captain muttered along to himself as his breath fanned against her skin.

You whimpered trying to force your body closer to his touch “uh huh baby.” Nico clicked his tongue as his hands tugged at your dress forcing it over your stomach “hold it.” He ordered as he sent you a look that told you he was serious.

His usually soft fingers felt rough as he tugged at your panties pulling them down your legs before he shoved them into his pants pocket “want you to spread these.” Nico patted your thighs as he helped you lift your legs up resting your feet against the passenger headrest and your current seats.

Your cunt still glistened even in the darker area “did Timo make you this wet?” Nicos question taunted you when his index finger ran up your slit “fuck no.” You whimpered as you shook your head.

Even as he pushed you to your most irritated , it was always Nico you thought of when your hands dropped between your thighs “oh look, your brain does still work.” The hockey player didn’t give you a chance to respond as his lips pressed a kiss on your clit “fuck Nico.”

Your hand traveled to his hair, fearing that he’d leave if you didn’t “always my pretty pretty girl.” Nico cooed as he slowly thrusted his fingers into your cunt.

In response your stomach tensed feeling his beard rake against the inside of your thigh “please.” Your voice was needy as his pace was painfully slow “please what?” His lips dropped from your clit with a pop.

Your lips rubbed together as your waterline was soaked in tears “please cap.” You begged arching your back against the door.

Your cunt was weeping as it called for his attention “such a well behaved girl.” Nico smirked as he went back to what he was doing. His fingers were long as they thrusted into your core “and to think you were trying to be such a brat.” The captain clicked his tongue as he laughs vibrated through your body.

It didn’t take him long to settle back into his motions lapping at your clit as he eyes watched you chew at your lower lip “you’re so pretty.” You whined feeling his gaze burn into your skin.

His fingers were calloused from the large amount of weight lifting that he had done in preparation for the season, you felt every detail as the gummy walls of your cunt clenched around him. Nico found the perfect balance between licking and thrusting his fingers that held you back from cumming.

He would graze your g-spot without letting you enjoy it for long enough.

He hid his smirk as your thighs began to shake “fuck Nico.” Your moans were brought on with a tug at his hair as your stomach began to tighten.

You drove your hips closer to him “fuck Nico ‘m close.” Your eyes screwed shut letting your pent up frustration bubble over as your fingers weren’t doing enough for you.

Nico always knew how to lull you into your orgasms so when you felt his fingers drop from your cunt your mouth fell open “you really think I was gonna let you cum?” He laughed as he pressed his lips against your thigh.

You couldn’t help but huff “you wanted to be a brat and not get treated like one?” Nico taunted you as he rolled his eyes sitting up straight “you know you gotta answer when I talk to you sweet girl.” The hockey player pointed out as you looked to your thigh where his hand sat.

A gulp echoed from your throat “why do you let her flirt with you?” The question was vulnerable as if your heart wasn’t ready for the answer even as your mind was “because I don’t care for it.” It was Nicos usual answer and it made you feel like everything you had done tonight crumbled beneath you.

He too noticed your disappointed state when he hooked his fingers under your chin “not when I’ve got my girl.” He explained using his other hand to pull you onto his lap “and what’s so special about her?” You failed to hide your blush as you chewed at the inside of your cheek.

Nico nodded as he brought his hands down to your legs “well she’s got a smoking body.” His words made you laugh as you toyed with the buttons on his shirt “just a good body?” Your fingers made light work of revealing the skin of his chest.

The boy placed a kiss on your shoulder “sometimes she knows how to behave too.” He smirked as your jaw dropped letting your mouth fall agape “well we both know you prefer when I act like a brat.” You shot back petting your hand travel to his belt.

The increased pressure made Nicos breathing grow unsteady “so you admit you were being a brat?” The air around you both grew hot as he clicked his tongue doing as much as he could to hide his reaction to your hand fiddling with his boxers.

A smile formed on your lips as you pulled his cock out from above the waistband “well I don’t think a brat would willingly fuck you.” You pressed a kiss against the shell of Nicos ear as his fingers dug into your skin.

You squeezed your thighs around his leg “yeah well you’re still my needy fucking slut.” Nico reminded you as he arched his back trying to push into the pleasure he felt as you met his movements with pulling away.

His gaze sharpened as he scoffed “who’s the needy slut now.” You smirked running your fingers through his hair, softly tugging at the roots in the process “schatzi you better watch it.” The hockey player warned as his hand cupped your ass cheek.

You grinned as you let your hips drop so that his cocks head could graze your clit “know that you’re too horny to leave me here.” You hissed as the sensations shot through your body “just fucking sit on my cock.” He ordered and as his eyes practically burned into your skin.

The air around you both grew tense as you let your cunt sink around his cock “fuck Neeks.” Your forehead pressed against his as you took a chance to adjust around him.

His eyes stared into yours when his hands settled on your ass “I’ve got you.” His voice was soft as he dropped his head to kiss at your collarbone.

You whimpered at the feeling, finally rocking your hips as you revelled in his attention “don’t like you in all this.” You mumbled fisting your hands at his jacket “can say the same for you schatzi.” Nico clicked his tongue as his eyes toyed over the breast line of your dress.

It gave you the confidence to begin moving a little bit faster as you propped yourself up in a way that left you almost bouncing on his cock “then do something about it.” You whined as his hands wrapped around to slap your ass.

The skin was left red but you didn’t seem to care as you continued to swirl your hips, letting your core feel every inch of him “maybe I will.” The hockey player let his fingers harshly tug at the fabric, damaging the straps in the process “Nico!” Your whine echoed through the car as the boy smirked.

Nico always did adore this sight as your now free breasts bounced with every thrust of his cock since he made his hips meet yours. He was grateful for the fact that, you hated wearing bras in these dresses because now he had one less piece of clothing to get rid of.

His laugh pulled you away from the pleasure that was building up in your stomach “much better.” He clicked his tongue before he lowered his lips to your peaked skin.

A wonton moan left your lips as his tongue swirled around your skin “fuck Nico.” You gasped letting your hand tug at the hair on the nape of his neck.

You forgot how much you missed getting Nico like this, the power you had being on top of him was your favourite since he so clearly worshipped your every being“all you had to do was ask for this doll.” Nico murmured pressing a kiss against your skin as he switched to the other breast.

Now you were far too gone letting your hand drop to your clit craving the fucked out bliss you sought “‘m sorry.” You huffed catching your lower lip between your teeth.

It made the boy grunt against your skin as your cunt clenched around him “what was that schatzi?” His lips left your nipple with a pop bringing a line of saliva with his mouth, causing your eyes to screw shut.

Your silence made the sound of his breath and his skin slapping against yours when he drove his hips up echo in your ears “I couldn’t hear you slut.” Nicos voice got deeper as he softly hit your hand away, replacing his calloused fingers on your clit.

The action cause a long moan to leave your lips “please Nico.” You whined pressing your hand against his chest causing the cold metal of your ring to cool his skin.

As he looked down being reminded of the sizeable diamond that sat on your engagement ring, he swore he could have cum on the spot “you know that’s not the right words schatzi.” His softer words could have given you whiplash “I’m sorry okay!” You grumbled growing frustrated as you swore that every bit of strength you once had as you planned your night had vanished.

His thumb pressed into your clit in response “now that wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Nicos pace increased as he rubbed your sensitive bud craving his orgasm yet refused to cum first.

Your eyes began to flutter as he watched you do little to hide the fact that you were close “wanna go make a mess on my cock?” He added cooing in your ear as you nodded “wanna baby neeks.” You confessed feeling your walls burn as they trapped his cock within them.

If Nico had been dreaming he didn’t care because that made his pace turn animalistic as his free hand pinched at your hip “can’t wait to see these fucking tits grow so full.” Nico barked his desires at you and it was finally too much as your body began to shake “Jesus neeks.” You cried as your cunt clenched around him when you collapsed into his chest.

With a few more pumps of his cock and a soft “fucking hell.” His release spurted from his tip and coaxed your walls.

A flurry of whimpers flew from your lips as you felt him continue to slowly thrust into you “just making sure you don’t lose any of it schatzi.” Nico softy laughed as he kissed your forehead seeing your breathing slow “I love you.” The whisper was so quiet that if you weren’t looking up at him the words would have been lost in the leather of his seats.

In that moment he swore it was just you two and the gentle hymn of the engine “I love you too.” He let out a soft sigh running his fingers over your skin in random figures “and I’m sorry that I haven’t done a good job showing that.” Nico added causing you to nod as he tucked his hair behind his ear.

You softly smiled as you had enough energy to sit up straight “really?” You cocked your head blissfully unaware of what the night would hold.

It was as if Nico was going to cement the thoughts in your brain as he pushed any doubts away “you think you can give me one more?” You were now in your bed with your legs over his shoulders “fuck no.” You gasped seeing his face push out from the sheets.

The sun now started creeping up through the gaps in the curtains “ain’t that a shame.” Nico let out an exasperated huff as he pushed up to hover over you.

Your body was tired as you hadn’t stopped feeling his pleasure since you arrived “you’re so pretty.” Your voice was soft as you kissed his lips pulling the sheet over you both once you used what little strength you could find to flip the two of you over.

It was funny that after that night you two didn’t see a lot more of Mackenzie, in fact she seemed to move out “isn’t Micheal so sweet?” You giggled to yourself cupping your now quickly forming baby belly as you stared at the basket of baked goods in front of you.

Nico swore it was the universe coming back to laugh at him mocking what happened all but four months ago. Oh how he was going to grow relieved on the day when he learnt that it was in fact he who Micheal had a crush on, not you.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

U or Epic should write villain getting sick from a party and throwing up n hero is there to comfort them and it's totally not like I'm asking that bc my parents r going thru the same thing (nZ I'm sick too i think. Def v tired...)

“How are you feeling?” Considering that the villain was still nearly kissing the toilet seat, it was a rather dumb question. However, the hero felt like a simple “better” or “worse” would help them more than stating the obvious. And they knew the villain understood the politeness in the question.

“…’m good…” Obviously nothing new, that. The denial and refusing help others offered. Even if their relationship was less rocky, the villain didn’t accept much from the hero.

“I’d say this is karma but I don’t believe in it.” They handed the villain the glass of water which the villain actually took from them with shaky hands.

“…always get sick when I party…” The villain sipped on the water, slowly and carefully, for the water the hero had handed them five minutes earlier, didn’t stay in their stomach. But now it seemed better. The worst was over and the hero wondered if the villain was actually improving while simultaneously daring to hope that this was the truth.

The hero couldn’t swallow their laugh. “And how you partied…”

Something between amusement and pity conjured inside the hero. The villain could be a real piece of shit, so seeing them like this, white-knuckled clawing on the toilet was a little fun. But mostly, the hero was pitying them. Being hungover and sick wasn’t fun. And after what they’d done yesterday…

They crouched down and pushed the villain’s hair out of their eyes.

“Take it easy. You’ve barely slept.”

“…didn’t do it for you,” the villain clarified. They’d closed their eyes, leaning against the wall. “They played Spice Girls all night.”

That made the hero smirk.

“I don’t see a problem with that.”

“Punched them because the music sucked, alright?” The villain’s glassy eyes went over the hero again and again, as if they were searching for something. “Didn’t do it for you.”

“Sure…” Though the hero didn’t want to, they had to blush as they remembered how uncomfortable they’d been yesterday. Shame had overwhelmed them as the host made an extremely inappropriate comment about their outfit. It had left the hero with a bitter taste on their tongue and a feeling of being dirty. That kind of dirt they couldn’t just scrub off their skin.

And the villain, drunk and uncontrollable, had punched said individual bloody, resulting in both of them being thrown out. A silent walk to the hero’s apartment had followed, alongside with a night full of vomiting and pushing the villain’s hair out of their sight.

“I’m never gonna drink again,” the villain whispered, their eyes still closed. Both knew that was a lie.

“Are we friends?” the hero asked suddenly. Usually, the hero was the one people looked up to. They were the symbol of hope everyone turned to when all was lost. They were a beacon of courage. They were the one who stood up for everyone.

And yet, the hero realised, no one had ever done the same for them until now. No one had ever defended them like the villain had because everyone expected the hero to fight for themselves.

Though the hero was great at fighting for others, they weren’t quite sure if they could even tell a waiter they’d been served the wrong dish.

“I don’t know,” the villain said. They opened their eyes to find the hero’s. “Are we?”

“I don’t want to be friends,” the hero admitted. The villain seemed to have stopped breathing. They were paler and the hero feared it wasn’t just from throwing up all night.

“Well, there’s your answer, I guess.” The villain laughed humourlessly and it was easy to hear how tired they were. Hell, they hadn’t slept one bit. They looked more than a little weary.

“I want to be more than friends,” the hero said. “I want to be more than this. Whatever this is. Whatever we are.”

Now, it was the villain’s turn to (hide their) smile. The villain leaned their head against the wall again and sighed.

“We will destroy each other,” the villain said. “There is no way around it.”

“Then why did you punch them? Playing Spice Girls isn’t a reason.”

The villain looked at them and some kind of sadness filled their eyes. As if their fate was inevitably tragic. Bound to destroy. It seemed like both were too scared to say a word now.

So, the hero sat down beside the villain.

And the villain took their hand.

[superpyodan]

SDV music taste headcanons

I just remembered that I spent a long while ruminating on & writing down the music tastes of my mental versions of Abby, Sam, Seb, Haley and Alex (like, heavilyyyy based on the way I characterise them in the fic, so if you disagree with me - Valid). So here it is, if you’re interested! I wrote it initially for the Q&A but then realised it was wayyy too rambly and non-important LMAO

Abby: Mostly Riotgrrl, punk rock and Kpop. She’s a huge kpop fan, but keeps the secret on LOCK. Artists include:

- Mannequin Pussy, Le Tigre, Hole, Bikini Kill, Bratmobile, BTS, Stray Kids, ITZY, Blackpink, Olivia Rodrigo, Grimes. Mayyybe also some Vocaloid, because she’s a nerd like that (all respect for the vocaloid listeners in the audience, though! I like it too!).

Sam: He’s somewhere between ‘stuck in his emo phase’, and ‘skateboarding stoner loser’. Artists include:

- Gorillaz, MF DOOM, Tyler the Creator, My Chemical Romance, Twenty One Pilots, Tame Impala, The Garden, Limp Bizkit, Neck Deep, A Tribe Called Quest.

Seb: I don’t have any specific artists for Seb, because I’m not really sure! He’s a bit of a musical elitist and makes fun of Sam for his music taste, but when he works, he listens to the most abhorrent shit imaginable. Think, like, dubstep. Generally, though, it’s hard rock, metal, etc. Random bands that no one’s ever heard of, that have 256 monthly Spotify listeners. He pretends that he’s over his emo phase, but listens to Black Veil Brides on the down-low.

Haley: She listens to fun, upbeat, ‘girly’ pop music. She loves it. Think Sabrina Carpenter, Chappell Roan, Remi Wolf. Her and Abby bicker about music all the time. I’d like to emphasise, though, that Haley is NOT a swiftie. That part is important to me. Her music taste is gayer than that, in a way I can’t quite explain.

Alex: Now. Alex is kind of hard for me to place. I think it’s because, in my mind, he’s super gay and super nerdy. However, I can’t imagine him having a gay, nerdy music taste. It’s similar to Sam’s, but in a different way. Just hear me out, okay? We’re gonna need multiple bullet points for this one. Artists include:

- Kendrick Lamar, more specifically the ‘DAMN’ album. Yes, he’s on Kendrick’s side in the Kendrick v Drake beef.

- Tyler the Creator, but exclusively the post-Cherry Bomb albums. ‘IGOR’ quite literally changed his life and it’s his favourite album of all time.

- I associate him quite heavily with the album ‘Strange Desire’ by Bleachers, but I’m not sure he actually listens to it.

- MF DOOM - absolutely Madvillainy and Operation: Doomsday.

- Little Simz, perhaps? I’m not sure. I think he’d like the album ‘Sometimes I Might Be Introvert’.

- Pre- accepting himself as queer, he watched the music video for ‘Industry Baby’ by Lil Nas X, and considered throwing himself into the mountain lake.

- I just think he’d like rap a lot. It’s like books but …. For the ears

[eye-of-yelough]

1 and 10 for me plz. With a side of fries. Small shake

okay swag that’ll the be 69.99. sorry, inflation.

What or who inspired your durge’s design the most? a particular vibe or idea or perhaps another hottie or baddie?

a lot of his significant development beyond “mascot for tortureporn scenarios” happened while i watching farscape and going insane about it, so… he’s named after Aeryn Sun, and his mannerisms, voice, and parts of his personality are inspired by Chiana (hypersexual little gremlin) and Stark (hyper-empathetic ferryman type character with off-putting autistic rizz) also of course elden ring’s masked war surgeon/mercy killers. “medicine is mercy, and mercy on the battlefield is ruthless, beware the killers clothed as men of compassion” “a sense of mercy is often a catalyst for bloodlust” yes i really do just. have those quotes memorised. i’m crazy about them. they made me think about durge’s inherent medicine proficiency and how totally plausible (and COOL!!) a durge as an actual medical professional would be. Hypodermic Sally from American Horror Story: Hotel is probably the biggest one tho in terms of similarities. sexy ghost haunted by an addiction demon who she has to find victims for otherwise it’ll torture her. heroin addict. enjoys scaring people and especially children for fun. good at stitching. sewed herself and her fuckbuddies together so they’d never leave her because shes insane. “say, “i love you, sally” and the pain will all go away.” funnily enough i only made all these realisations After a lot his development, so much of it is unintentional

aaaand i just reread and realised this question is about the design, not personality. it’s still chiana from farscape. and maybe a lil abe sapien from guillermo del toro’s hellboy. here’s some chiana gifs

How much of yourself can be found in your durge? Do they share the same personality, taste, and specific feature? Are they who you want to be or used to be? Are they entirely removed from you as a person?

Yeah, you can find a lot of me in him, but more in the sense that he has a lot of traits i find compelling than traits in common. i’m gonna copy paste my answer to being asked what we have in common before: Probably the overwhelming feeling that we’re literally too stupid to be alive and need someone to tell us what to do every minute of every day lest we fall off the face of the earth. lol. aside from that we couldn’t be more different. he’s hypersexual, i’m asexual and have never gone further than handholding. he’s emotionally insightful, good at reading people, sensitive, intuitive. i’m uhhhh. Not. he can lie, i can’t for the life of me. he loves pain, i can’t stand it. he likes raw vegetables, i don’t. i associate him with electronic music despite not listening to it much. he’s a bit of a social butterfly and would probably love to be at the club rn, i can barely leave the house once a week. and i would simply not let gortash torture me like that, sorry to aeryn but i’m different 🙄

[ciaossu-imagines]

Yeah. The moment I realised how many voice Japanese actors that I liked were in it, I just had to go for it. I’ve finished the first season now btw and will probably watch the movie later today. I’ll give you my person opinions in the DMs because imo it’s easier like that. Especially since I put some references to certain episodes in there and even use a quote at some point. And I totally understand your feelings towards Mahiru and even though I don’t have those, I do have some protective feelings towards him and some other characters. I like how it was even obvious to you and I’ll tell you that even by the end he’s still one of my faves but in a ‘wants to be there for him’ kind of way. Like I’d want to create a friend for him more above anything else. Yeah. I discovered two in different ways. Mikuni has me intrigued and I want to see more of him and he’s just so fun to watch. Then we have Hyde / Lawless who just… *holds hedgehog gently*. I was looking forward to seeing him because he’s voiced by one of my favourite Japanese voice actors (who is also in Haikyuu!! and makes his first appearance in the second season) and also because of his little dance in the end credits and he gives me so many feelings, none romantic but still all the feelings. I presume the fave that your talking about here is the character you mentioned in our DMs. I like him and understand him and hope that if he appears in the future, under better circumstances. I like how you love both. The opening song is a bit too intense for me so I always skipped it, but I would always listen to the ending song whenever I could.

Also, there’s something I want to ask. I do plan on reading the manga at some point, once I’ve done the first reread of that story I plan on posting later this year, and I was wondering how accurate of an adaptation the anime is. Like can I just start where the anime left off on or should I start earlier somewhere? Also, a few days ago you mentioned in a post that you would like to hear about our favourite friendships and I have to say that Mahiru and Sakuya are now def a favourite of mine. It’s just such a good friendship with interesting layers to it.

That’s all from me for now. Hope you have / had a wonderful day.

C

I'm just so glad you ended up going for it and Jesus, compared to me, you watch so quickly! I'll admit that I didn't watch the movie myself. In an odd turn from how I usually do things, I had watched the first couple episodes of the anime first but knew within the first three episodes that I loved it and really wanted to give the manga a shot too and while I finished the twelve episodes of the anime, I just stayed manga only after that. I might give the movie a shot when I do my reread and catch up of the manga in March and rewatch of the anime. I'll probably talk more about Servamp to you in our dm's, just because, like you said, it's probably easier that way, though as usual, I'm terrible at responding to those quickly and probably will need a couple more days before I respond, especially since (though I adore how much we talk, please don't think I don't) we talk a lot and have so much to say to each other that it normally takes me an hour or three to properly write out my messages to you.

I will say, I was surprised by Lawless so much! I had figured you'd like Mikuni…I love him, I honestly do, he's a fantastic character, especially in the later manga chapters and just I am always so curious about him and every time I think I have him figured out, I second guess myself. But Lawless surprised me. He's truly fantastic too, but I would have guessed you would have loved Licht the more out of the two of them. But that is very cool to learn about Lawless' voice actor! I know how much a good voice actor can mean to you. And see, in a surprising twist here, among my many eclectic music tastes, your girl here absolutely loves metal music or anything along those lines, so the opening really hits me right and it's actually on my hiking playlist because it makes me wanna get up and move and push hard.

As for the adaption of manga to anime, I haven't rewatched the anime fully in a bit, but I think it was a fairly decent adaption, but the ending of the anime was different from manga continuity. I think, but feel free to correct me if it turns out that I am wrong, that it was a case of the anime getting ahead of the manga? I know I personally noticed enough little differences in the manga when I started right from the beginning that I wasn't bored, even covering some of the same territory the anime did, and the art is just a joy in the manga, but I'd love to hear from other Servamp fans. What would you guys say in terms of where to start in the manga??

AND YES TO MAHIRU AND SAKUYA. I love their friendship, I love their bond and connection and how difficult it is for these friends to really have to be on opposite sides of what really is a war. Thank you so much for weighing in and all your wonderful opinions and I hope you're having an amazing day too, my lovely!

[lemon-dokuro]

I haven't talked about music in a while, so why not. I'll have you know, those erogesong channels are about three fourths of what I listen to. They're probably all owned by the same person, and that person is doing God's work. Lots of respect to the erogesongmaster! This song has caught my attention recently. It's of the emotionally uplifting punkish j-rock variety, exceptionally well-done in this case, even if that kind of music isn't to my taste more often than not. It puts a smile on face whenever I listen to it. Even though I know enough german to realise the spoken word section in the beginning is really wonky (and, well... "dreht sich" isn't imperative, even though it's probably meant to be, considering it's sung alongside "maware, maware"), it doesn't ruin the song for me. Actually, it's even more charming this way. The lyrics are also pretty cool. A bit excessive, though... Maybe that's fitting for the game, since it seems to have monster battles and all. Anyway, it's a fun and uplifting song. I can recommend it to anyone who likes that. It even inspired me to study a little harder, and I even did.

[microsuedemouse]

it turns out that I actually kinda remember how to draw?? (please kindly ignore the janky proportions in the bottom image… I am. out of practice lmao. I love how their faces turned out, but his neck and their hands are weird, and her head might be too small? oogh.) I might try to mess around with my scanner and get a decent scan of this tomorrow, but in the meantime here's a hastily-edited photo.

back in uhhh, August? I started toying around with these new OCs, just kind of… for fun. I realised that I hadn’t created characters Just Because in literal years. every character had been for a Project. and I wanted someone just to play around with!

so, these two are Paz and Winnet. more rambles about them beneath the cut:

I’m starting to get Paz’s appearance down; Winnet’s still a little bit of a work in progress but I know more or less what I’m aiming for, at least. might end up darkening her hair colour... idk.

my starting point with these two was that I wanted to make a pair of super-squishy soft romantic characters - and specifically, I thought it'd be fun to design a couple with two very different aesthetics. annnd that eventually led me to Paz the (dorky) punk and Winnet the cottagecore/sort of mori girl-ish wheelchair user.

Paz is of Ashkenazi Jewish heritage, and pretty heavily into the punk/diy scene, as well as being really dedicated as an activist. he spends a lot of time volunteering, going to protests/demonstrations, or going to shows. he's also super protective of his trans little sister, and ever since she came out, he's made a point of learning a lot more about trans issues in particular. (he also makes sure to have a prominent pronouns patch on every one of his vests and jackets!) he's a severe hemophiliac, and as a result doesn't have any piercings (or tattoos), but he enjoys wearing other jewellery like the ear cuff you see above.

Winnet is very sweet and feminine in her style, and values her independence and a simple, happy lifestyle. she can walk, but mostly sticks with her wheelchair, as a variety of health problems make her unsteady on her feet and also inclined to fainting spells. she works remotely as a transcriber, and is close with Alfio, her elderly Italian neighbour (who also owns the laundromat downstairs from their apartments). he calls her paperotta, a term of endearment something like 'little duck' <3 she's an avid crocheter in her free time, and a slightly less avid knitter. she also has a service dog, but I haven't decided on any further details on that front haha

they're both in their early twenties, and absolutely, ass-over-teakettle in love with each other. both are easily flustered, though probably Paz moreso; they get embarrassed by one another pretty often. their fashion senses converge at 'plaid.' they're both really interested in learning more about one another's hobbies and interests and overall worlds - he loves learning about all her houseplants, and wearing things she crochets or knits for him, whether they go with his look or not. by the same token she starts learning to be more politically active with him (and he's very good at helping her make sure that her accessibility needs are taken care of at, say, protests, or other events), and absolutely adores the battle vest he makes for her, and eventually even starts going to shows with him. their music tastes are as different as their fashion choices, but they learn to love one another's favourites :)

[selenityshiroi]

Final Fantasy XVI: Some slightly more coherent Post Game thoughts and a kind of long ass reviewish type thing

GAMEPLAY:

First off, I wasn't sure if I would enjoy this game. When it was announced to be action based I was horrifyed. I don't play action games and I fell in love with the Final Fantasy series for the RPG elements. So I was so, so afraid that I would hate the gameplay and not even manage to get through the game.

The first trailer, the announcement trailer, looked amazing and I was super excited. But then my interest waned into cautious wait and see apathy. I didn't even preorder the game until after I saw someone play the demo.

I knew very little about the marketing of the game, very little about the plot. I'd seen a few images on the SE twitter and a few mentions around about trying to appeal to a Western Mainstream Audience. None of which really excited me.

No traditional parties, no RPG elements, a gameplay style I have VERY LITTLE experience with, appealing to an audience I don't share much in the way of taste with. And starring a main character who seemed to be gruff, mean and angtsy from his images (an archetype that isn't my favourite).

So I watched the demo, the opening section of story intrigued me, the glimpse of gameplay didn't seem too complicated and I gathered some excitement. It looked gorgeous, the music was stunning and the best thing? Clive was nothing like I'd imagined.

Sure, I knew he wasn't going to be that teenage boy for the rest of the game and he might change, but that first look at him (caring, compassionate, loving, brave...) surprised me and made me want to see what the opening events would bring.

So I got the game, booted it up and dove in.

And I loved it.

The gameplay that I had so feared was perfectly accessible. Was I the best at it? no. Did I experiment anywhere as near as much as I should have? Absolutely not. But I learned the controls pretty easily, learned move patterns, worked out dodges and parrys and counters and staggers and combos. It was mostly fun, occasionally a bit frustrating, sometimes slightly anxiety inducing.

But, after beating the game, I realised that some of that anxiety was fearing that I would reach a point where my skills wouldn't be enough. That I would find myself stuck behind my inexperience and end up giving up. And I think part of that was actually BECAUSE of my RPG preference. Where I'm used to just being able to grab a few more levels if I'm worried. Where there are armours and weapons and spells you can equip to mitigate and target certain enemies.

Without that I felt like the only thing I had to fight against the bosses were my own skills and coordination and not my brain. And I prefer to rely on the latter!

But I managed just fine. The game taught me to fight very well, guided me on how to challenge bigger enemies, gave me the practice I needed in putting dodge and the other essential skills to use.

Am I chomping at the bit to try a harder mode? Absolutely not. But I made it through the entire game on Action Orientated mode and with only using the one assist ring (pet assist, because I knew I wouldn't be able to manage Torgal on top of my own moves). And, for me, that was impressive. I was so tempted to start in Story Mode but I held out. I told myself 'you can try the rings if you can't do it'. I even made it all the way to the final boss and thought 'if you can't beat him you can always try one of the rings' but then didn't have to consider it.

I have no idea if people who like action games think this gameplay is good or not. And I certainly don't speak for all non-action gameplay people. But the gameplay did surprise and impress me. And I feel like if/when I replay it I will be much more confident in trying new moves and Eikons.

STORY:

I've seen people comment on the influcences on other FF titles in this game. But, to me, the biggest influence is the FFXIII Trilogy (which gets a lot of hate but is actually one of my favourite FF titles along with FFIX and FFVII). I'm not sure if it isn't mentioned as much because some people just aren't familiar with the FULL trilogy but, my god...some things are direct one to one comparisons. Some DIALOGUE is almost copy and pasted. There are complete character arcs replicated.

Obviously, the journey and the characters involved are very unique and make the story it's own. But Ultima and his actions are pretty derivative. And I'm not sure it worked for the best in this story. I've seen a few comments on how the first half of the game, which focused more on politics and the struggles of the people, was stronger than the second half. Which was more about Ultima and his plot. And I agree. Because the characters were SO GOOD and the world building so interesting that taking the focus away was a bit disappointing. And then Ultima's motives were just not as interesting as the human motives thast had been driving other aspects of the game.

But some of the story themes were so good throughout. Changing the world and it's order, fighting to live on your own terms.

The sidequests, too, were so much more than simple fetch quests. They all focused around groups of people that gave areas and towns and individuals entire storyarcs. And they grounded the game so much and made you care about the world and the people.

The story has it's flaws. But it still sucked me in. It still made me care. I still drove me forward to find out what happened next. I made me complete 77 hours of gameplay in one week. I loved the world and the characters and wanted to see so much more.

CHARACTERS:

I FUCKING LOVE THIS CAST.

Clive. Clive, my beloved. Oh how I misjudged you from the promos and oh how you surprised me the most. I was expecting an embittered, gruff, wounded man who cared about nothing but his revenge. And I was given an embittered, gruff, wounded man who was actually also still that kind, compassionate, loving, humble and gentle teen we met in the demo. Who was enveloped in a group of people who wanted to make the world a better place and pulled him away from the brink of despair. Who gave him a cause and a purpose and let the real Clive live again. Who found someone he loved from his past and instantly grabbed her and was willing to sacrifice everything to protect her (we would have died, his revenge for Joshua incomplete, in that valley protecting Jill if Cid hadn't turned up). He joined a group he barely trusted and was willing to wait tables for them because he knew that no task was above or below a man. He was open and honest with those he cared about. He raged and cried and hugged and held people when needed. He told his beloved that he loved her in front of everyone, because he saw no weakness in bonds. He was a deadly fighter who mudered his enemies...and yet he also still deeply loved his brother, he cherished Jill with love and devotion and a tenderness we rarely see in this sort of character. He could pet his dog :)

Jill, oh Jill. I love her. I love her I love her I love her. Hurt in a similar way to Clive (used, forced to kill, hates herself for her actions) but never runs away from it. She fights, even though it hurts her. She risks herself to save those she loves but is also willing to take a step back and live for those she loves. She was raised as a lady, speaks softly and beautifully, has a delicate touch when it comes to politics and diplomacy (Clive is also actually pretty good at acting like a lord thanks to HIS upbringing but more so in command and leadership) but yet she never shys away from the path her and Clive chose to walk. Silk over steel, I believe the phrase goes. But, at the same time, I really...really wish the game had just given her more. Jill is probably the character who suffers most from this being a non-party game. Despite her being a companion for most of the game the fact that she is optional for some content and deliberately removed from others gives her less presence. And when Joshua reappears they have to share Clive's story and she gets the shorter end of the stick because of Joshua's role as the Phoenix.

As for Jill and Clive's romance, it is one of the (if not THE) best onscreen depictions of romance we've seen in the series, in my opinion. I'm a sucker for romance, a self declared shipper. I have my ships for every FF game. Some I'm actually super passionate about. But Jill and Clive have such a lovely dynamic, a natural progression and just communicate so wonderfully. From the moment they are reunited they open up to each other, even about the toughest subjects. They share and they support one another. And even before their relationship was consumated they were gentle and affectionate with one another. They are allowed to love one another in a way we don't normally see in a FF romance (and they are allowed to do so long before the final few scenes).

Joshua. My sweet, baby bird. I worked out he was still alive the moment we saw 'Margrace' and I wasn't sure how I would feel about him when he reappeared. Why did he stay away so long, what was he doing, how did he know so much. We eventually get most of those answers, but the moment Clive grabbed him and Joshua was sobbing apologies it felt like it barely mattered. He has a kindness like his brother but fights with his mind more than his body. He plans and puts them into action. But a part of me always felt he was doomed and spent most of the game swaying back and forth on whether or not he would survive. By the time the endgame rolled around I desperately wanted him to live. To carry on his father's legacy and help rebuild a new world order.

TORGAL. WHO'S A GOOD BOY??? THE BEST BOY!!! I LOVE HIM. I'm not even a dog person. I'm a cat person all the way. I LOVE THIS DOG. I PREORDERED THE PUPPY PLUSH. I WILL CHERISH THIS PUPPER FOREVER. BEST FENRIR.

The rest of the cast is just so numerous and to describe my adoration would make this post so much longer. So many of them are wonderful and have such significance. Cid, Gav, Otto, Mid, Charon, Goetz, Tarja, Martha, Isabelle, Dion, L'ubor, Byron and other...all so great and loveable and the sidequests and missions make you so invested in them all. It is truly the whole cast of characters that hooked my attention in this game and drove me through every single green marker I could get my hands on.

The antagonists were slightly less well presented. Benedikta and Kupka felt more real and like you could understand them and their reasons. Anabelle and Sylvester on the other hand felt evil for the sake of it (and, with the possibility that Ultima was fucking with them maybe even from the moment Clive was born it's possible that they WERE just evil for the sake of it because it wasn't truly them). And Barnabas felt like a hot mess. His backstory was just so complicated and yet also barely touched upon. So it felt like we couldn't understand him at all. As for Ultima...he is Walmart Brand Bhunivelze in my opinion. Bhunivelze (in the Japanese version, anyway) had depth in that he didn't actually KNOW he was fucking humans over. He thought he was doing them a favour by purifying them of their hearts so they could be reborn in his new world without pain and suffering. Ultima knew and didn't care. Humans were a means to an end. Ultima did Bhunivelze things for Pulse/Lindzei reasons and they even reused a lot of the terminology (ark, vessel etc) so it felt like a rehash. I still enjoyed fighting and beating them all, but I felt the endgame plot was weaker. Basically, I prefered it the first time round in the XIII Trilogy :)

LEVEL DESIGN AND EXPLORATION:

Oh boy. This is EASILY the weakest part of the game. The levels LOOK beautiful. The art design, the lighting, the graphics...this game is STUNNING. But there is no reason to actually spend time LOOKING at it. The areas are empty, the rewards insignificant. In some ways this is a good thing because it keeps you focused on the plot and helps keep the pace and momentum of the game. But it's also super disappointing. They could have done so much more with the areas and the towns.

MUSIC:

HOLY SHIT. I put my headphones for this game and never took them off. Soken went OFF. The grand and powerful boss music, the subtle reinterpretations of the traditional themes, the sweeping area music, the gentle emotional pieces. There is a piece in Ash that just pulses and gets louder and faster and makes your heart race and the tension build even when you are just walking down a path. Chef's kiss.

Voice Acting/Animation:

Just. Bravo. My hugest congratulations and appreciation to everyone involved. The VA work is stunning. The main cast is perfection itself and even the extras and random NPCs sound wonderful. And the animation is so beautifully done. The body language, the movement, the cinematography...they made the characters feel so real. I cannot fault anything when it comes to the acting and character animation. (Not even some clipping issues because they are so minor compared to that rest of the perfection we see)

and then we come to

THE ENDING:

Welp. On my playthrough I was PROFOUNDLY disappointed. My initial interpretation of the ending was that Clive failed to save Joshua and then sacrificed himself to purge magic from the world. That Joshua and Clive are both dead and we watched Jill and Torgal crying for Clive on that dock. And I could accept Joshua's death...had been pretty prepared for that. Dion, too, had seemed inevitable even from his Bahamut fight. But Clive? The narrative had left so many hint and promises to his survival. His multiple promises to Jill, the continuation of his work (both for Cid and for his father), the plans and teases for the future (exploring the world with Jill,wiritng a book etc.) that his death felt like a betrayal.

But then I saw other interpretations. That there are hints that Clive survived. That there are clues that Joshua survived. That there are clues BOTH of them survived. Or that, indeed, they both died. And that it seems to be DELIBERATELY ambiguous.

And I fucking hate that. I hate that ambiguity.

The ending initially made me want to never have anything to do with the game again. I was about to cancel my preorders for the Torgal Puppy Plush and the artbooks (that I'd ordered the moment I fell in love with the characters and the game). It was only the hope of the alternative interpretations that stayed my hand.

But I don't want this to be a vague thing that the fandom fights over for years to come. I don't want to feel like I'm grasping at straws. I want to see Clive and Jill reunited and get to finally live on their own terms. It would be nice to maybe see Joshua writing that book. I don't care about a distant future where humanity managed to pull through. I care about the characters I spent 77 hours falling in love with.

OVERALL:

Without the ending, I came out of this game feeling like it was a 9.5/10. Even with the weaknesses the game more than made up for it in the way it made me feel as I played it. The ending dropped my score to like 4/10. Now that I've managed to resolve my feelings over the ending to COPIUM optimism I've probably gone back up to 8.5/10

I would love to see a DLC for this game. My top choice would be for a confirmation of what happened at the fucking end. But since the end kind of prevents any sort of playable post game (since the main battle mechanic has been removed) I think it's more likely that we would get additional content. I would love to explore some things that were mentioned but never explored. LEVIATHAN, for one. The Northern Territory. The outer continents.

I also think this will be a strong contender for game of the year. I previously thought TOTK would be a shoe in for that (and for the sheer volume of gameplay and exploration and experimentation you can do in TOTK I think it still has a shot) but I think the presentation, acting, gameplay appeal, characters, music and story (even with the mentioned weaknesses) will earn them a lot of well deserved praise.

Because, despite the flaws, this game is still great. It's fun and exciting to play. The story still grabs you and drives you through it. The characters are phenominal. And it looks and sounds beautiful.

I'm a long term FF fan. I have played at least a little of pretty much every mainline game except V and the Tactics series. I've devoted hundreds of hours to several of the titles and have loved them deeply for years. This title is joining my favourites.

[ariondevereux]

Okayy, I’m on my uni commute and by now I think we know that this is when my brain goes crazy over your ocs. Alsoo, my disclaimer of, if these ever get annoying do tell me!

Maya x Phoenix:

Soo, I was listening to ‘Darkside’ by Neoni and ‘Counting Losses’ by Chelan, and I was thinking that they fit Maya’s personality pretty well, Darkside because she’s very much aware of her personal demons and think she’s a bit unloveable because of it. And then Counting Losses because she’s falling for Phoenix, probably doesn’t want to imagine this amazing, beautiful future with him because of her own insecurities but also…being happy with him does seem like a dream, so she’s in a bit of a limbo.

Shiloh x Abby:

I’ve been fleshing out the BDSI characters, and I got to the angsty stage and began wondering what Shiloh would act like really stressed whilst in the deep crushing stage when it comes to Abby. Like, they’re on their quest to taking down the Order, they’ve gone through a whole load of brutal shit, all scared, but they’ve made it out alive so that’s the main thing?? And I imagined Mei picking up on Shiloh being all stressed and upset and literally bringing Shiloh’s phone to them to call Abby because she’s very much his safe place, & at this point, Shiloh’s spoken to themself about their crush on Abby enough and Mei’s realised that the best friend that visits all the time is a lot more than just special in a friend way.

Lorenz x Clary:

You have an L-mancer oc <3 (I did tell you I check your Pinterest like the news!) and they have the grumpy x sunshine trope, I’m screaming!! I found out that L very much has the personality they have because… tragic backstory & past trauma, so they mask it by being confident, making jokes, being flirty— that’s their coping mechanism; and flirting with Clary was definitely just a ‘let’s do something a little risky and fun, especially as I’m your initiate for the next week or so’ at first, and then it continued, and continued, until L fell into this rabbit hole of ‘oh shit, fuck, fuck, oh…’ when they realised flirting with Clary is a lot more than just ‘this is fun, I want to get a reaction out of her.’ And I feel like L is determined to keep it to themself and not say anything because if Clary’s the grumpy half of the grumpy x sunshine trope, then if she ever found out about this crush then L probably thinks it won’t end well, and if anything, they’d rather have Clary around as something if not a lover because they can’t ruin yet another thing and add it to their list of bad backstories. I was also listening to ‘overthinking’ by Bearcubs, narou and imagine L going on a really long car ride by themselves, and they’re literally overthinking and Clary comes to mind and it’s the only time in a long time that they’ve let themself be vulnerable.

HELSPEOKEJ I WAS SO HAPPY WHEN I GOT THIS ASK AND HAD A WHOLE ANSWER IN MY HEAD BUT I FORGOT TO ACTUALLY REPLY

okok pls your music taste is immaculate!! i listened to those songs a few times and they’re so good i loved them sm especially darkside omg it’s so accurate for maya!! tysm for sending them to me 🥹 literally every time you talk about her i can barely wrap my head around the fact that you legit think about her 😭😭

OK OMG SHILOH PLEASE HE’S BEEN IN MY HEAD A LOT LATELY like i always imagine him being a smooth flirt but when he actually catches Feelings he’s a whole mess 😩🫶🏼 and shiloh isn’t the only one who would be stressing over feelings 🤭 for abby, she would stress over shiloh’s flirty comments and in her head she’d be like “how much of it did he mean?” because she really likes him and she’s not gonna try to hide it when it gets to a point where it’s already so obvious that there’s something going on between them. but she wants to make sure that it isn’t all just empty flirting from shiloh because even though she knows better than anyone that her best friend is an amazing guy and would never play with her feelings like that, she’s scared it’s all one-sided and her heart would be broken. abby’s not judgmental i swear shiloh just means way too much to her 😔

AND MEI MY BEST GIRL SHE’S SO SMART <333 omgogmogmg imagine mei and abby hanging out and shiloh thinks to himself “my favorite girls” CRYINGGGGG ok but when shiloh calls abby but he’s not ready to confess he’d probably say some excuse like “you wanna come over? mei misses you” and abby just chuckles “tell her i miss her too” and then there’s that heavy silence because abby doesn’t wanna hang up because she likes hearing shiloh’s voice and shiloh really wants to see her but he’s scared that would give too much away even though it never scared him before to say it so he just clears his throat or whatever and softly asks “so… do you wanna come over?” unfghghhh THE PINING!!! my sustenance 😩

AND LISTEN you’re so powerful because i’m not actually big on the grumpy x sunshine trope but i just had to do it for lorenz and clary because it would be so fun to develop their relationship nddnejsk and it’s funny because clary’s face is the farthest thing from rbf so i imagine that’s the reason lorenz wasn’t intimidated at all to flirt with her at the start until she just gave him this unimpressed look like “has that ever worked for you?” and from that point on, lorenz tones it down a bit but he still flirts with her from time to time. then time passes and clary gradually develops a crush on him because she realizes “he’s not that bad…. 😳” and that he genuinely cares about her. and because of her feelings, she becomes hyperfixated on the difference of his flirting then and now and how he doesn’t flirt as boldly as he did at the start. like this bitch forgets that she literally acted hostile towards him during his early attempts at flirting but when she remembers, she realizes it’s probably the reason he may be acting cautious around her and like… lorenz doesn’t have to worry about ruining things with clary if he took it further and acted upon his feelings because it’s clary who’s gonna ask him out <333

[ultraphobic]

Hiya Lane! Another day - another message from Santa! 🎅🏻

Today is a bit of a sad day for Hanoi Rocks fans, but I love watching All Those Wasted Years (Live at Marquee) concert, it lifts my spirits. Maybe you also have a favorite Hanoi Rocks performance? Today I started with a sad damn thing. It turns out to be some kind of depressive Santa lmao

Omg!! The glam festival is wonderful! Which groups are already known?

It sounds pretty funny about national holidays! The King and two birthdays hehe

Oh, I'm sorry that your work week was quite busy :( If it's not a secret, who do you work for? I work in a vinyl store and sometimes it can be too boring lol

Wow!! What's your cat's name?

And I'm sorry for your loss ❤️‍🩹

Wow, this is an amazing top album! Ultraphobic, in my opinion, is very underrated. Your playlist is very cool and diverse! I like it!

🎄 Do you have a favorite hobby?

🎄 Where would you like to travel and why?

🎄 Your favorite time of the year and association with it?

Your Santa ⛄️ 🎄

hey santa!

i was a little confused on the hanoi rocks thing until i remembered time zones & it's probably still the 8th wherever you are! i haven't watched any live performances of theirs, i can't seem to do that for any groups i like for some reason? theres one single faster pussycat live cover i listened to from last years glamfest in my country that i listened to, but only because it was an inxs song that i really connect with

i do have some favourite hanoi songs though: don't follow me, a million miles away, cutting corners, & underwater world to name a few

the few artists they have already announced for glamfest are jetboy, janet gardner, the cruel intentions (all international), and ablaze, sisters doll (local acts). i'm hoping for michael monroe as he is in japan the week before which would make travel easy and would line up with the hints we've been given! i'm also hoping for firehouse and also a newer aussie band called southern river band who i actually saw earlier this year, they're awesome!

i can't say the company i work for just for online safety reasons but i work as a piercer! i'm still training so i am an apprentice but it's super fun!! it's so cool you work in a record store tho i feel like that's something i could see myself doing in an alternate reality

my cat's name is bandit!

thank you! i do pride myself on my spotify & my music taste and i have probably over 200 playlists at this point just from getting random ideas for silly little playlists that i think huh that would be fun (and then i end up having three songs and abandon)

ultraphobic is soooo underrated and i am SO upset that it (+belly to belly) isn't available at all to stream in my country! i'm even blocked from listening on youtube! i had to buy copies on cd (from overseas mind you, they only sell the first three albums and then the best of compilation here) and download the files from there and add them as local files so i could listen with the rest of my stuff.

okok question time i love this part

i have a few hobbies; i've recently been doing a few art classes and discovered i'm kinda ok at drawing so that's fun! i also do a bit of photoshop and make stupid t shirts n stuff (those were my christmas gifts to everyone last year)

i'd like to travel more within my own country as i've only been to one other state, and one territory, i'd also like to visit some of my online friends in the us & canada! and also just europe in general for touristy stuff

i used to say i hate summer and to a degree i kiiinda still do? like i don't like australian summer weather and the heat BUT i kinda have to let up on that and realise that i end up being the happiest at this time of the year and somehow all my stress happens around the middle of the year (and my birthday and christmas both happen in summer so....)

nice to hear from you!!!

[twistednuns]

September 2023

Getting to wait on the orthopedic's balcony, alone. Sunshine, lots of bees on the Bluebeard plant. Piano music coming from the room behind me. Acupuncture and cupping.

Wholemeal buckwheat cookies.

A fantastic self care Sunday morning. I was in the mood to give myself a neck and shoulder massage with the Aesop oil I'd forgotten after my face care routine. And then I even did an EFT session with Gala - I'd been planning to get back into that for such a long time! I also managed to write a few pages in my journal today. Did some stretching. Shook my booty in front of the mirror. I even stopped eating my breakfast when I realised I wasn't really hungry!

My new Desigual clothes! The fabric is so smooth and shiny and the colour are vibrant. The iridescent water glass I got just to save on shipping costs makes me very happy, too.

I found some of my mum's letters to me. They were very loving and touching. Of course I cried. I miss her so much.

Wearing a long, flowy dress - just to take out the trash.

Fabulous Schönburn experiences: Driving to Austria with Sandra, Marah and Robert. Bonding along the way. Hopping naked into a forest lake in the middle of nowhere. So peaceful. Eating disgusting pizza, making up for eat with our fancy grocery shopping. Planning a clothing swap, talking about school and travelling, yoga, trauma. Painting people's naked bodies makes for lovely and surprisingly deep conversations as well (I decorated Sandra and Katharina, Benni's old girlfriend who's here as well). Sandra taught us all some hooping tricks. I got a free cheese crepe and a Brazilian bean dish. Luiz handmade and and served travel tips for Brazil along with the food. He played the guitar for a bit, I sang. In the morning, I got a little glimpse into the future from two of the resident witches. Funnily enough, they talked about Kali and a few topics I'd journalled about right before the session. Alexander's immersive experience was pretty fantastic, too. I took part in the cuddle puddle which almost turned into an orgy for me so I left early and was proud of myself. Tried out whips and floggers at an impact play workshop. The lead, Kali, is such an incredibly gorgeous human being. I was in my first threesome (which turned into a twosome after I while and I was grateful for it). There were so many unexpected connections. I danced and kissed Nagu and Galya on the dancefloor. Engaged with Rafael in such a gentle and loving manner. I felt taken care of. Fox was certainly a surprise - he took a liking to me and we ended up in the Ranger HQ early in the morning, talking. And of course there was Christian. My innocent suggestion to play bingo together resulted in a hot two day love affair with alluring power dynamic, intimacy, suspension. He also made me realise that perhaps I'm not gay enough for the type of relationship I'd been engaging in over the last months (and Daniela's unwanted attention highlighted that hunch). What else? A fantastic breathwork session with deep emotional release (after which C. came into my tent, brought me ice-cream and held me tightly for ten minutes). Being appointed the title Moon Goddess. A fun photo session with crazy lights. Cracking up about Robert's odd choice of words. Long talks with Katharina - and being brave enough to ask her to meet for drinks once we're both back in Munich (I've been working on my "last kid to be chosen in sports class" self-image; that weekend actually surprised me by showing me that I'm so much cooler and desirable than I ever imagined). Winning bingo. Someone twerking to the sound of a Jew's harp.

Giggling while eating almond cream because it just tastes so fantastic (like the filling of Raffaellos). The same thing happened when I took my first bite of the nougat bliss balls I discovered at the drugstore.

An easy morning at school. The fact that my commute is SO much shorter now. One morning, I walked to school in the sunshine, discovered a bar with a lovely name ("Zum Spozl") and a cosy bakery, peope drinking their cappuccinos outside, everything seemed a little enchanted.

Hanging out by the river with some burners. Fox arrived a little later, lay down with his head in my lap and I carressed his hair. I made karaoke plans with Emily and Ben - he mentioned an artist I hadn't listened to in years, Macy Gray. I spent the next morning listening to my favourite album of hers. So good.

Cycling so much more. Even long distances. Feeling the power in my legs, making it through tough parts, realising that I'm not my body.

A nice little talk with a new colleague (of course, the resident nerd girl) who promptly invited me to a Wiesn meet-up with the staff.

I expected to have Covid but it was just tonsillitis. So at least I only missed one day of school in my first week there and didn't have to suffer a whole lot thanks to antibiotics.

Making vegan peach scones.

Anton, a colleague I can have entire ironic conversations with, trash-talk, it's like a never-ending joke. But behind the facade he's actually a super affectionate guy!

Gratitude journalling, joining an online breathwork class. Reaching out socially. Doing the work!

Making my first pumpkin soup this year.

Seeing beauty everywhere! Purple and yellow flowers. Compliments.

Two lovely experiences with doctors: The highly energetic lady at the orthopedic practice who exaggerated all her moves (which helped her explanations so much, I could follow her perfectly) and complimented me on my nail polish. And when my medication wasn't available, my GP just walked over to the pharmacy with me, took out her medical license like a boss and prescribed something different for me on the spot.

My latest OSHO Zen tarot adventures: The Miser and the Lovers fell out of the deck. And it's beautiful. I keep drawing No-Thingness now... does the Universe want to bully me back into meditating daily?!

The subway driver re-opened the doors for me when I arrived on the platform late!

Finally working with the Expressed workbook. Eliah's breathwork session.

A crazy squirrel jumping up and down in the garden.

Fluffy pink clouds at sunrise.

Catan night with Caro, Kevin and Dave.

A chill day on the balcony. Breakfast, reading, mani/pedi with my legs up.

Having frozen dumplings at home! Knödel-upon-arrival.

Long conversations with Fox. Realising how similar we are.

Attending an Isar jam session with Manu! Playing ALL the instruments. Singing together, walking over to a little birthday rave with Felix, Michael, Emily and Chili. Receiving support when a crazy guy came running after me and wouldn't let me go.

My new-found magnetism.

Crazy dancing in my living room as preparation for a breathwork session.

"Danke fürs Unterrichten, es hat heute Spaß gemacht!" - which is not what you hear from your students every day.

My obsession with homemade burritos. Freakin' delicious and an easy way to sneak more legumes and vegetables into your diet.

The first choir practice after a very long break. Connecting with Kathrin, Fiorina and Heike.

Long talks with Frau Herzen. She's such a sweetheart.

Turning my room into a corn field with a new colour-changing lamp.

An older gentleman struck up a conversation during my morning commute by acting surprised that someone was still reading a book in a world of smartphone addicts. We spoke English (presumably because I had an English book in my lap) but quickly switched to French upon learning that he'd lived there for years. I was sad to get off at the next stop already.

Inventing space bun pigtails. Such a fun hairstyle.

Finally splurging on a Perifit. Fuck yeah gamification.

Starting my Kartoffelkombinat test phase. Picking up my first box of vegetables from a neighbour's garage.

The Gasteig rooftop is my new hotspot. The sunset view is breathtaking up there. The first night I went there I felt very pretty and sophisticated. Talked to Sandra for a long time until Felix showed up and we all cuddled on a bench. I loved touching his hand and his little carresses. What a gentle person!

Celebrating Sandra's birthday with a roadtrip to a lake south of Munich. I played sea monster with Tatjana's little son Lou and Robert taught me his best chess moves. Cake, prosecco, playing ball. Naughty sunset photos. Love!

Hanging out with Manu in the park. And meeting up for sushi. I love getting him to go take a break from work on Thursdays and spend some time with me.

Going to the gym with Caro! She lent me all the stuff I'd forgotten and corrected my posture on the machines. Gracias!

My therapist agreeing with me. Having a great conversation. And I actually get to give HER advice now sometimes.

Being pampered at the hairdresser's. I love Peggy, she's such a cool person and easy to talk to.

Meeting Franzi. We hadn't seen each other for such a long time. And that's always our dynamic - whenever we see meet we can't understand why we don't see each other more often because we get along famously. We talked about our dead parents and medical history. Life, plans, aspirations. I love her. Sitting outside Cafe Colombo with her felt like a warm embrace.

Bringing Manu along to choir practice! Everyone loved him and gave him a warm welcome (and Andrea compared him to a Viking?!). I've got two choir husbands now.

Visiting my granny friends on a very rainy Friday. Bringing my homemade Amaretto walnut cake. Promising to cook a tofu dish for them they'll actually enjoy.

Taking out the recycling one Sunday morning. Stopping at the playground to lie down in the nest swing.

Attending the Two Steps from Hell concert at Olympiahalle with Lena, Manu, Obi and two other friends. I loved the background choir and the majestic vibes. Whispering to Manu and Lena. Getting sour candy. Drifting off sometimes, thinking about C. Feeling hot wearing a see-through top and all black. Maintaining eye contact with a dude I thought I might know (and find attractive).

Getting back into graphic design work by designing a flyer for the clothes swap party I'm going to host with Marah in November. Next projects: the new playspace bingo sheet and a catcalling stamp.

Advertising my sex therapist services in a room full of parents.

My Wiesn evening with colleagues. I had the best conversations with Andrea, asked everyone what their go-to karaoke songs were. Grinding with Anton. Got a vegan sausage with Karina and schemed where to get a pocket knife to become blood sisters. I met Isi and realised that we'd already been to a wedding together. My highlight was getting to know Vietzi who's side hustle is working as a famous house DJ. When I looked into his eyes he held my gaze for a long time. Intense. And he smelled SO good.

I had a very positive experience with a class everyone had warned me about. In the end they even wanted to keep me as their class tutor!

Spekulatius almonds. More addictive than crack. Freeze-dried strawberries and spelt flakes.

A doggie showing up at choir practice. Learning complex/multi-layered new (for me) songs.

Learning that my therapist used to be a bookseller.

Lunch break at Gans am Wasser.

Cycling to the gym, getting a whole day for free. Hanging out on the rooftop, taking selfies. Having the sauna all to myself. Going swimming, doing strength training.

A strong massage.

Saving bakery goods via the TooGoodToGo app.

Getting shit done despite being SO tired!

The fact that my colleagues tell me what to do when I substitute for them! I love it when I don't have to came up with a random topic for students I don't even know.

Only preparing ONE wrap instead of two (which inevitably leads to overeating).

Another evening at Dachgarten with Sandra, Robert and Frank. Julien was there with his Micro Disco. I met Feli who told us about the Avantgardista fair and I hugged Stefan and Heike (these guys are the best).

Chili's birthday party! Emily's strong drinks, Ben's crazy accents. Slap shots. Trying N₂O for the first time. Painting Stefan's face with neon colours. A goodbye kiss.

Having my bike fixed (and the guy actually hurried up the process for me)! It feels amazing not to have loose pedals anymore - and working breaks don't hurt either.

[kasplonkable]

Isaac Lahey Hcs

Hey gang! I started rewatching Teen Wolf again, and I want to write about one of my favourite werewolves (sorry Remus). Anyway, this ended up being kinda angsty, hope you enjoy!!

he can’t stand the taste of coffee. It’s way too bitter for him, even with milk and sugar in it

he drinks tea though. He gets a lot of headaches around the full moon, so drinking ginger tea helps sometimes, but he can’t drink too much of it. Because of that, his second favourite tea is green tea

while he didn’t love working at the graveyard, the peace and quiet was nice. It was an opportunity to just sit and listen to his music, away from anyone who wanted to judge or hurt him.

a literal heater. He’s that one guy who wears shorts and a thin coat in the dead of winter

despite this, he absolutely loves jumpers and sweaters. Especially oversized ones that he can hide in. He keeps certain ones for when he’s having a bad day, so he can just bury himself in all the soft material 

when he has a panic attack (which is often), he usually ends up grabbing one and curling up into a tight ball in the corner of his room

he makes sure that when he does, he keeps the door and window wide open. On one hand, he doesn’t want anyone to see, but his fear of being locked in far outweighs his embarrassment, and so the door stays open.

people think he’s this really sporty guy because he always takes the stairs, but it’s really because he can’t stand the idea of being trapped in the lift

after finding out about this, Scott takes it upon himself to challenge Isaac to race up the stairs. Stiles just takes the lift and meets them up/down there when they’re done

his favourite subjects in school are maths and French, because they just seem to make sense to him. For him, the numbers are easy to follow, it’s a bit like a puzzle, the logic behind it is fun

it’s for this reason he enjoys languages too. the similarities and differences between ones that have the same root language are fascinating to him, and he manages to pick them up really quickly. It was really useful when he moved to France, since he already knew a little and was more than willing to learn.

when he first met Boyd and Erica, his first thought was “oh fuck, they’re hot”, but he never said anything. He never really had the opportunity to explore his sexuality; between school, working at the graveyard, and hiding from his dad, he never really thought about it, and becoming a werewolf only added to the drama

it ended up being Erica who brought it up. It started off as a joke, just a light-hearted comment at Derek’s bus/den/hideout (literally what is that place?)

it was late, but close to the full moon. They were all way too antsy to sleep, which lead to an interesting round of late night confessions.

they cycled through the expected ones; Erica’s epilepsy, Boyd’s social anxiety, and before long they realised they all had a bit more in common than they had first realised.

that’s when Erica flippantly said “y’know, I think we would have made a pretty hot couple” “couple? Which one of us” Boyd questioned, looking between Isaac and Erica. “All three of us, duh” “oh.........oh”

and the rest is history

that was actually one of the only good parts of being with Derek, since it became kind of reminiscent of his time with his dad. He though life would get better once he left, but it was all pretty similar, what with the broken bones and emotional abuse

going with Scott was the best decision he ever made, although it’s not like he actually had much choice with Derek kicking him out the loft

for the first time ever, he actually felt like he had a home

I can’t help but feel like he was one of those kids that would just absolutely light up whenever something mundane happened

like, a bumble bee flying past him, or finding the park full of small daisies

when he was really young, his mum taught him how to make daisy chains, and he made one for everyone in his family

his dad ended up throwing his away, claiming “boys don’t play with flowers”, which resulted in an argument between him and his mum

whenever their parents would argue, Isaac’s older brother would distract him, either with a new video game, or the cool tree they could climb in the back garden

when their mum died, everything changed. Cam went to the army, and his dad...well, we know what his dad did

Cam coming home every now and then was some of the only relief Isaac had from his father. His dad wouldn’t try anything when he knew Cam was there

when Cam then died too, Isaac spent more time in that tree in the garden, but he no longer picked daisies

I think it’s only when he’s older and living in France, that he walks past a flower stall, and stops to buy a small bunch of daisies to put in his window at home

almost like some kind of memorial. A monument to his survival despite everything

And I think I'll leave it there for now!! Sorry it got a bit angsty at the end there, but I hope you enjoyed it regardless. I want to write another list like this one soon, but with exam season coming up, it might take a little while. Feel free to send me some suggestions though and I'll check them when I can!!

[httpdabi]

The Game

Genre: Smut

Summary: Playing a game made for couples with your best friend wasn’t such a bright idea. Or was it ?

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+ (Minors, leave me and my blog alone), spanking, mention of daddy kink, cream pie, rough, dom!Dabi, praising

,, Can you hurry up already ? ‘’ Touya yelled from the living room as you were getting ready. ,, We are only going to buy groceries, we ain’t going to Met Gala for fucks sake’’ he hissed, once he realised that you ain’t answering him.

,, Give me a second’’ you screamed, as you were putting on your mascara carefully.

,, I gave you a whole fucking hour, woman’’ Touya snapped back, rolling his eyes playfully. He had to stress around a bit. Thinking about it, the two of you looked like married couple, yet you were nothing more than two best friends and roommates.

Once you were done, you made your way toward the shopping center that wasn’t that far away from your apartment. There wasn’t any specific reason the two of you were going there, you only needed some groceries to get, and you could literally get that in the store near your apartment. But the two of you decided to go out a bit, since both of you were pretty much focused on the studies last few days.

You and Touya know each other since you were little kids. Your mother and Rei were childhood best friends, so you and Touya grew up together. It was one of those forced friendships, that would have some huge development later on. As you were getting older, you started realising that you actually liked spending your time with him.

,, I hate this.. When I have money, there is nothing nice to buy, but when I’m broke as fuck, every dress is looking beautiful’’ you rolled your eyes disappointedly. Every time you don’t have much money, the stores around are having such a beautiful collections.

Of course, being your best friend, Touya always bought you clothes you had your eyes on, as a small surprise after you had a long and hard day at uni. You really loved him. Not only because of that, but simply for being him. Everyone knew how damn grateful you were for having him and your life and you really never tried to hide that.

,, Let’s go see if they have some board games, maybe we can buy something and play tonight’’ Touya suggested, grabbing your hand as he took the lead. Every time Touya would hold your hand, your heart would skip a beat. Probably because of the fact that you had one big and fat crush on your best friend.

You were not sure when did it start. Maybe when he pierced his nose, or when people started thinking that the two of you are couple, or maybe the feeling was always there, but you kept it somewhere buried in your mind. Hiding it from everyone and especially from him.

,, Oh, I always wanted to play thing game’’ Touya said, holding a small, black package in his hands. You tried to grab it away from him, but unsuccessfully.

,, What is it ? Show me’’ You squeaked excitedly, hoping it’s something fun.

,, It’s Drunk in love’’ He said, waving the small package in the air. Confusion and jealousy washed over you as you looked at the back of the package. You’ve heard about that game, it’s one for couples.

,, Should we buy it ? I really want to play it’’ He asked. Only confusion was left in your body once he asked you that.

,, Isn’t that a game for couples ?’’ You asked him back.

,, Yeah, but it really isn’t something special, after all everyone is mistaking us for couple, so i don’t see a problem here’’ Touya said, winking at you. ,, Unless you are scared’’ he added fast. You knew that he was just trying to tease you a bit, it was how he always got things his way.

,, You know very well that I ain’t scared. But Touya, that’s not something we should play’’ you said honestly. Sure you would love to play that with him, but you didn’t know what kind of game that really is, so it gave you mixed feelings.

,, Trust me, the game is not a big deal. It’s just fun.’’ He said, looking down at you, hoping you’ll agree with his suggestion. ,, Trust me doll’’ he repeated, and the moment you let a deep breath out and rolled your eyes, Touya knew that he won, making his way to the cashier immediately.

,, Let’s buy something to drink at least’’ you said, hoping that the game won’t be so bad at the end.

,, We have to, it’s a drinking game anyway’’ Touya laughed, placing one arm around you, as the two of you walked to the store with alcohol.

The two of you bought a bottle of vodka, before you made your way home. Not wasting any time, Touya helped you put the groceries in the fridge, before he opened the small package. He took two small glasses for shots, and placed them beside the deck of cards that were already on the table in the living room.

You took two normal glasses and orange juice, in case the vodka might be too much. Touya was already waiting for you, searching for some music on YouTube, as he sat on the floor.

,,Here’’ Touya offered you a cigarette, once you sat on the other side, placing one pillow under your ass. You gladly accepted the cigarette, as you enjoyed the music he found.

The two of you drank few shots of vodka, before you started to play. You weren’t sure what to expect of that game, but if you were being honest, the alcohol was helping you, even tho it was just a little bit.

,, Imma go first’’ Touya said, taking one card. ,, Describe your worst hookup ever or drink’’ he read it out lout. Okay, that wasn’t something so bad, after all, you’ve already talked about it with him.

,, Ehh, that one time I slept with Kai.’’ You said rolling your eyes as you thought about it.

,,Ah, that time when you though he’s still fingering you ?’’ Touya asked, laughing a bit.

,, Yes Touya, his dick was that small’’ You laughed, feeling a little bit more comfy about the stupid game. ,, My turn’’ you added, taking one card.

,, Reveal your biggest sexual fantasy or drink’’ You read it excitedly, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

,, Yeah, no’’ Touya laughed, taking a shot without thinking twice, leaving you all disappointed. ,, Pull another one’’ Touya said, closing his eyes because of the strong taste of the alcohol.

,, Give your parter a piggy back ride around the room or drink’’ a big smile formed on your face as you read the sentence.

,, Easy peasy’’ Touya commented, standing up. The moment he turned around, giving you a sign to hop on his back, you did it. The two of you looked like children, running around the apartment like crazy.

,, Drink if you’ve ever faked an orgasm’’ Touya said, placing the card on the table. Of course you had to drink, thanking God you didn’t have to take a shot for every orgasm you faked.

Card after card, and shot after shot, the two of you were getting tipsier and the cards were getting spicier.

,, Blindfold your partner and make them guess which body part they’re touching or drink’’ Touya read the sentence, glad he was the one who found it first. ,, Yeah, you gonna chicken out ‘’ he teased.

,, Shut up and close your eyes’’ You said thinking about what part you should let him touch. Everything was way too easy to guess. At one point you were almost sure that there was a typo on the card, and that you should touch yourself and he should guess which part, but Touya was 100% sure that he was supposed to touch you.

Taking his hands, you decided that it would be the best if he would touch your collar and breast bones. At your surprise, he was tracing his fingers lightly over your skin, furrowing his eyebrows confusingly as he tried to understand what part of your body he’s touching.

,, Collarbones’’ He said opening his eyes immediately. ,, Ok, you’ve lost, drink’’ he commanded with a smirk on his face, as he took another card.

,, Take one article of clothing or drink’’ Touya placed the card on the table, leaning back onto the lower part of your couch. When he took of his shirt, showing of his perfectly toned body covered with various different tattoos, you realised that the card was referring to both of you. Since your shirt was a bit oversized, you decided to take of your pants.

Trying to ignore the small situation you found yourself in, you took another card fast.

,, Let your partner spank you or drink’’ you read it confusedly, trying to understand what the fuck is happening. Once you understood, you started shaking your head in disbelief, following with one loud laugh. What the fuck did you get yourself into ?

,, Come on doll, come to daddy ‘’ Touya joked, spreading his arms over the couch, as you took the shot of vodka anyway, before you made your way toward him.

Not giving you much time, Touya pulled you down, bending you over his lap. ,, You have no idea how much I wanted to do this’’ He confessed, as he pulled your shirt just enough to show your ass. You couldn’t even focus on his small confession, since you were trying to prepare yourself on the upcoming spanks.

Instead of spanking you, Touya decided to take his time with you, tracing his fingers over your hips and playing with the ends of your panties, pulling them up, forming a thong with them. You were glad that some alcohol was in your system, because you were pretty sure that sober you would never survive that.

,, Now doll, be a good girl and take every single spank for daddy’’ Touya whispered, before he connected his palm with your ass cheek, making you yelp in pain. With every spank he gave you, the pain was getting intenser. But you didn’t mind, after all, isn’t that what you wished for ?

,, Such a good Girl’’ He prised, caressing the red marks he left over your ass. Once you got back on the other side of the table, both you and him started laughing hysterically.

,, Lick your partner below the waist or finish your drink’’ Touya said, smirking widely once again. ,, There’s no way I’m finishing this drink’’ He added, grabbing your arm and pushing you toward him.Touya pushed up on the couch, as he started licking your legs slowly.

You couldn’t believe what the fuck was happening. Both of you half naked, playing some overly sexual game, which led him to licking your legs. You weren’t sure what was driving you more crazy, him licking your legs or his erection that was showing under his grey sweatpants.

Touya placed his hand on your tight, giving in one strong squeeze as he was placing wet kisses on your right inner tight. You could feel his lips getting closer and closer to your private parts, but you didn’t dare to say anything.

,, Wanna know what my fantasy is ?’’ Touya asked, kissing and biting onto the skin around your panties. All you could do is nod your head quietly, lost under his touch and soft kisses.

,, You, you are my biggest fantasy. I want to have you all for myself’’ Touya said hovering over you. ,, I want you to be mine’’ he added, looking you directly in the eyes, before he started leaving soft kisses all over your face.

,, Wanna be mine ? Just you and me doll’’ He asked, biting your lip.

,, Yes’’ You answered him so fast. Fuck yes you want to be his, He didn’t even have to ask you that, you were always his.

Once he heard you say that, Touya pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, letting his hard dick jump straight up. Not breaking the kiss, he started rubbing the tip of his dick around your entrance.

,, Doll, tell me if I’m too rought’’ He said, entering you slowly while he sucked onto your neck, leaving wet love bites. You couldn’t manage to give him a proper answer, hoping that simply nodding your head was understandable enough.

Once he was fully inside of you, he gave you some time to adjust to his size before he started rocking his hips into you. He wasn’t doing it slow, and the position you were in wasn’t the most comfortable one, but you didn’t care about that. All you could think of was the pleasure he was giving you at the moment, mixed with pain.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he rammed into you recklessly, breathing into your neck as his moves were getting stronger and stronger.

,, So tight for me’’ Touya groaned, enjoying the warm feeling your walls were giving him. It felt like you were made just for him. Placing one hand on your hip, and other one on the edge of the couch, he increased his speed, fucking you stronger and deeper than before. With every move he made, he was hitting your g spot, making you moan louder and louder. You were pretty sure that your neighbours were able to hear the two of you, but none of you gave a single fuck.

Both of you were about to cum. His groans were getting louder, and he was fucking you ever harder, while your walls were getting tighter and tighter around him, making it even more enjoyable for him.

,, You can cum inside’’ You managed to say somehow, moaning his name and squeezing your eyes shut once you reached your high.

,, I was planning to ’’ He groaned, fucking you through your orgasm, making it even better for you. After few thrusts, he spilled his seed deep into you. Moving few more times as he made sure to fill you nice and good, not wasting a single drop of his sperm. Once he was done, he collapsed on top of you, fighting for his breath.

,, I love you so much Doll’’ he said, connecting his lips with your own.

,, I love you too’’ You answered him, smiling widely into the kiss.

That night he took care of you, cleaning you, and taking you to his room, making sure that you are alright and that he didn’t hurt you. That night he made sure to clear some things out, he made sure that you wouldn’t think this was some sort of misunderstanding. Telling you how he actually always wanted to ask you out, and how that game was just a chance for him to get him where he is now. With you in his bed, locked between his arms.

That night you understood that your crush was never one sided, and that you were the reason why your best friend never dated anyone else.

Who would have thought that such a dirty game could bring people together ? Would lead them to confessing to each other. You sure didn’t think so, yet there you are, instead of daydreaming about it, you are enjoying the warmth of your best friend, roommate and lover.

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Can you write a tsukishima kei X reader where they both tease eachother but don't realise that they have feelings for eachother. Then tsukishima says something really offensive to reader and she gets really upsets and ignores him, he then realizes his feelings for her?

I struggled writing this but it was actually quite fun! Thank you for the request.

Teasing was something fun. The tumbling words were light and playful, hinting at something more but never letting their secrets free.

You lived for the flash of annoyance in Tsukishima’s hazel eyes; a small smirk always betraying that he enjoyed the banter. Whether you were speaking to him or commenting loud enough to draw his attention, he would turn to you fully and respond in kind. Though his words dripped in sarcasm, you never took them personally.

Perhaps you should have. Your comments never held any malice and you always strayed away from actual insults.

Tsukishima didn’t quite understand that part of your game.

Some of the things that he said stung. In those times, you’d just flip him off and pretend to go about your day without a second thought. But they did bother you.

Enough to find you standing in front of your mirror and glaring at your reflection as though it could give you the answers. Everything about your relationship with Tsukishima was frivolous. You had never held a real conversation. He was just a stupidly confident man with a sharp tongue and honeyed hair. His glasses were ridiculous, his taste in music was poor, and his eyes were the type of golden brown that snatched your breath from your lungs.

You groaned and turned away from your reflection.

Why did you have to fall for him?

Was it because of his voice and the soft edge that lay beneath its harsh words? Perhaps the gentleness of his movements had drawn your attention. He never looked out of place and you envied him that.

You contemplated telling him initially but decided against it. Getting a better feel of his attitude towards you would help before any misguided confessions slipped out.

That lasted until the next day.

“I know I shouldn’t be expecting anything intelligent to come from you but think things through a little more before you speak.”

Tsukishima glanced down at you as he passed, the hint of a smile on his lips. The insult wasn’t meant. He had often mocked your intelligence before to little response – after all, he knew that you didn’t get easily offended.

This time though, you didn’t immediately respond and when you did, it was just a slight jab about something trivial.

He turned around to look back at you but you had hurried off somewhere.

Shrugging that off, he continued on his day until the next time he saw you. When he did, he waited for the retaliation.

And waited.

And waited.

He was so focused on listening out for your snide comment that he didn’t even pay attention to his other conversation. Yamaguchi, thankfully, didn’t need an active participant in his discussion. He only seemed minorly confused by Tsukishima’s confusion before continuing.

Once you’d left, he sighed and said, “Maybe it’s been a bad day.”

Tsukishima glanced over his shoulder to confirm you hadn’t walked back in. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You didn’t, like, call her a bitch, right?”

“What? Obviously not.”

Yamaguchi shrugged. “Then don’t worry so much about it. She’ll be back to normal soon.”

Tsukishima scoffed, electing to pretend the conversation was unimportant. He changed the topic onto something that was more in his area of expertise but his thoughts kept hanging on you. It irritated him to no end and he spent the rest of the day snapping a little too harshly at everybody.

The next day went no better.

He waited to hear your voice, having never realised before how well he knew it. It was something missing from his day and he didn’t even know why.

“It’s not my fault if she’s going to be sensitive about stupid stuff,” he stated when Yamaguchi next commented about your unusual silent treatment.

“Nope. Some people are just soft.”

“You’re one of those people,” Tsukishima had retorted. He meant it mockingly though any kind of rudeness had little effect on his best friend. It was part of who he was… he had really believed you understood that.

Yamaguchi tried to move on but Tsukishima continued with his complaints.

“Why would she just suddenly start taking offense to things?”

“Maybe you hit a nerve.”

“How was I meant to know she was touchy about her intelligence? Anyway, it was days ago. She should be over it by now.”

“If it’s bothering you that much, just say sorry.”

“It’s not bothering me.”

He wasn’t stupid – of course, it was – but he was hardly about to tell somebody that. You were nobody to him and your lack of comments was an absolute relief. In fact, he was rather happy that you had decided to finally take the hint.

A whole month passed and he stopped waiting to hear your voice. His stubbornness kept any apology away from you, even though one accidental meetup in the hall had nearly drawn one out. It was honestly ridiculous, he had nothing to apologise about.

He could apologise just to have you speak to him again… Tsukishima quickly chased away that traitorous thought. It was rare for him to apologise for things that actually required it, let alone for nonsense like this. A simple fact that everybody he complained to seemed to directly refute.

Just apologise. Just apologise. Like he cared enough to do so.

It took him another two months to realise why he minded so much. Why he was still hung up on you despite your supposed non-importance.

He had been walking with Yamaguchi when they passed a flower store, the place having a special on roses for your loved ones. Yamaguchi had decided to get some and for a split second, Tsukishima had touched the petals and considered buying some for you.

He pulled his hand away as though it had been burned.

“Normally you get fifteen for a situation like this.”

He scoffed at Yamaguchi. “You really need to deal with your obsession about this woman.”

Tsukishima didn’t buy fifteen roses but he realised then what it was about you that bothered him so. And he absolutely hated the conclusion that he came to.

He stepped in front of you the next day, drawing your attention to him (though he didn’t know that it rarely left). “Why are you ignoring me?” he asked.

“I’m not?” It sounded like a question, even to you.

Tsukishima wasn’t going to argue with you about it. He just raised an eyebrow and waited for you to sigh and continue.

“I’m just… I…”

“Wow that explains it very well.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Would it kill you to say something nice?”

“Since when have we ever been nice to each other?” he asked.

Of course you didn’t have an answer for that. You had never been ‘nice’ to each other – at least not in the way most people would consider nice. But the thing was, those moments still came to your memory fondly.

“You know, I always made sure never to actually insult you,” you said.

“I never actually insulted you.”

“Yes, you did,” you pointed out. “You’re constantly pointing out how stupid I am or how uncoordinated I am or whatever!”

“It’s not like I meant them.”

That tripped you up a little. Tsukishima’s height had you looking up at him, his expression entirely unchanged. Why would he have said things that weren’t true? It wasn’t like you had even initiated this entire taunt exchange way back when you had first met. Sure, you had responded but it was his comment on your hair that had gotten to you.

“You didn’t… what?”

Tsukishima stared at you like you were stupid. “It’s not my fault if you choose to take things personally but get over it a bit quicker, would you?”

It wasn’t an apology, not by a long shot, but it was enough to explain something that you couldn’t quite pinpoint yourself. Tsukishima wanted to talk to you. Even if he thought you were being childish, his main problem lay in your sudden silent treatment.

“We’re not friends,” you said.

“No.”

“So why do you care if we’re talking or not?”

He shrugged. “I don’t.”

He did. Of course he did. Part of him wanted to say that but his pride just wouldn’t allow it. Thankfully, the message seemed to get through to you regardless.

“Do you want to go out for lunch?” you offered.

“Why would I ever want to do that?”

You smiled, noticing the small smirk’s appearance on his face. “Tomorrow. At 12.”

“Fine.”

Tsukishima left you standing there, refusing to glance back even if he wanted to. He told himself it was because he didn’t care and it had nothing to do with the uncharacteristic smile on his face.

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HOW’S IT GOING TO END?

(16/07/2022) (Solar Institute Bulletin No. 17) (From New York City)

(Probably written on July 15th 2022, by date written on it)

Still from The Truman Show; still from being still

FORTY. TWO. SHOWS. Shows played in beautiful theatres with gold filigree and red seats, in modernist amphitheatres looking out at the lit ends of your cigarettes, in fortresses on clifftops and thousand-year-old castles and sweaty clubs that smell like old beer. Shows played with 39 degree fever, with nausea that required a quick banana being eaten, with a salty body from the pre-soundcheck swim, with a sore knee from the Prada loafers I refuse to stop jumping in, with mood swings and shyness but never, ever stage fright. And four shows played as a blonde. It’s taken me a week to sit down and write to you as I pull the last bits from the suitcase, only just processing what a magical few months this was. It was by far one of the best seasons of my life! I cannot thank you enough for making these shows what they were. The way you jumped in the air as a group, every single show, even when you had seats hitting the backs of your knees. The bright colours you wore, the glittery eye makeup, so much care and thought going into your outfits. The way you looked out for the people around you in some of the sweatiest rooms I’ve ever been in - Paris, Birmingham - and sung EVERY FUCKING word and blew my whole crew away with the depth and force of your love. I just wanna do it again. So happy there’s still more to come.

We finished the tour in Stockholm at a festival. It was the perfect last show of tour, we all had that school’s out feel, loose and relaxed, but excited to do it well one last time. We went on at 8:30pm, the sun was glowing gold. For that hour, I watched the dream solar power scene like my own personal movie, bodies swaying, flocks of birds in V formation, dusk on the trees, a hot air balloon floating on the horizon… and this happened, for sure a first at a show of mine, just all so fun and beautiful and shit my kids will be sick of hearing about when I’m old. 

Now I’m back in the city, panic buying shorts, seeing an SP hat in the Japanese grocer, cooking for myself again. Can’t stop working……. why stop when it feels like play??? Went to a Mets game, had a blast, thought about the human desire for ritual/ceremony/theatre, and how religion or the monarchy scratch this itch at various times in history, and how elaborately ritualistic and beautiful sports like baseball also hold it down. Went to Carbone for the first time in years last night and had the same feeling, beyond how delicious the food is the real thing that enchants people is the service, how it’s theatre, how in these grim times we all just love a little magic trick. Doing heavier deadlifts. Haven’t discussed getting stronger, I’ve always seen the gym as this thing I just haul myself through in order to do my job, but have recently realised I actually love it in a kooky way. I feel specifically like a human being (and not a computer/animal/supernatural entity commonly found in folklore) picking heavy things up and putting them down, I really think building muscle is one of the best things you can do for your body image and sense of physical accomplishment. Reading Vivian Gornick’s The Odd Woman and the City and Anne Boyer’s Garments Against Women, both of which my mum brought me mid-tour, could she have better taste in books no she could not, thanks mum. Trying to find a secondhand copy of Four Screenplays of Ingmar Bergman, also Manet and his Critics. Obsessed with music again and listening to it all the time, not telling you what though, hihi huhu.

Taken by one of you, apologies for no credit, love it

Growing out my unibrow as an entry point for playing with conventions of beauty/gender/form. I was at the Walter Sickert show, in the room which is just his paintings of nude women. The shock my brain got seeing these not particularly idealised versions of the female form shocked ME. I realised my brain is getting programmed to want what the algorithms want when it comes to female physical form, just by sheer exposure to these systems and the current beauty standards. The algorithm doesn’t want to see certain things, and therefore I’ve stopped looking for them, if that makes sense. It sounds soooo obvious, but I realised, like, fuck if I’m not careful I’m just gonna end up striving for conventional (albeit alternative/chic) hotness until I die. And wouldn’t that be…. kind of a waste??? To have this incredible canvas or raw tool that can be manipulated to such great effect, and to only use it to try to… titillate and appeal? In the same way I eat bitter greens or dank fermented foods, going to make an effort to incorporate different flavours when it comes to form. Incorporate the grotesque, the masc, the statuesque, the jacked, the magnificent. Call it “refusing to believe that’s all there is to a fire". Okay, some life dispatches in photo form.

Hot girl munchies… greenmarket is going crazy rn… kuku with kewpie one of the crazier but sicker things to emerge from this brain.

The acne is active but the fits are cute

God tier snack… that’s all I’ll say….

Glasto by Lauren

Some snaps from Oslo/Stockholm… god damn it was beautiful

Turtle pond in Central Park

Everyone who was at Ally Pally, I wanna say thank you — you guys raised over $33k USD for the Brigid Alliance, thank you so much for that, I’m really grateful. I felt really supported at that show too, I was feeling really emotional about Roe v Wade, felt special being able to kick and rage and sweat it out with you.

Last thing: Really enjoyed this profile of Yuval Sharon, who makes me want to get into opera. “I wanted it to feel like Japanese calligraphy, where you can’t remove your brush from the page,” he said in a talk before the show. “That’s what I’d like this production to feel like: one brush stroke, quick. Like being young.” I’ll drink to that. Love you. Stay cool. E

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