#and then it gets escalated to a huge thing and somehow makes you feel like youre overreacting

[pinkcadillaccas]

Who else getting into fights with local businesses about trans inclusion and being very stressed about it this fine Wednesday afternoon

[just-a-ghost00]

Crush series : what they would do if they were with you (18+)

Minors do not interact. Disclaimer : sex should always be consensual and safe for both partners!

Group 1

10 of cups, 5 of pentacles, 9 of pentacles, High priestess, White Numen, 3 of wands, bottom of the deck 9 of cups

Let me tell you I had a hard time getting the cards to fall out of the deck. It's like they were glued to each other. So this tells me that this person would be on the reserve, very shy in your company. Looking at the cards, this impression is being confirmed as t he energy feels very dreamy and subtle. There's a lot of tension in the air, but they would mostly not act on it. Or if they did, they would keep it very light. This person would first want to make you feel comfortable and safe. They wouldn't want you to think that you would have reasons to be dissatisfied with them. They would give you a lot of compliments, be very respectful. It's almost like they want to keep things professional level. Maybe for some of you, your crush is someone you work with. If that is your case, then this is a confirmation for you that you pick the right group. Though they may want for things to escalate and feel very sexually attracted to you, this person would do their damn best to try it. I picture someone sitting across the room for the other to ensure that they wouldn't get tempted lmao. I think for some of you, your crush might be very traditional or uptight when it comes to sexuality. They may think that you are a virgin or they may be a virgin themselves. That, or they are inexperienced when it comes to it and they don't want you to figure out. This person would mostly admire you from afar. If they don't get to devour you with their mouth, their eyes definitely will. I think that this person wouldn't budge unless you make a move on them. If you do, they would take things very slow and would mostly explore your body on the surface. They would touch you through your clothes, caress your skin where it is safe to do so, maybe they would grind a little against you, kiss you or hug you but that's pretty much it. They wouldn't go straight to pound town with you because I'm hearing "they don't want to dishonor you". Also this person takes intimacy very seriously. They wouldn't do anything with someone unless they were sure of their value to them and each person's intention. They're not the type to rush into sex. They need to get closer to the person in other ways first. If they were with you, they would mostly make sure that their feelings are known and reciprocated. They would spend more time investigating to know whether you are on the same wavelength and can trust each other. Hand holding could be a thing. Playing with your hair as well. Somehow I get a Venusian energy from the High Priestess and the White Numen cards combined. If your crush is a Taurus or a Libra, then this could be a confimation as well. I feel like this person would be romancing and dining you. Their actions would be of a soft venusian type. I'm picking up on massages, combing your hair, cooking for you and spoon feeding you or inviting you to a restaurant and paying for your food. I either picture them inviting you to their home or if it's outside, somewhere very private where there aren't a lot of people or where both of you are not known. Maybe they would be dancing with you under the moonlight so they could hold you close and watch you without you figuring out how into you they are.

Group 2

8 of cups, The Lovers, High priestess, 3 of swords, knight of wands, 3 of wands, bottom of the deck 7 of wands

Well let me tell you the cards for this group were quick to fall out so this person is definitely one that doesn't like to wait and has no issue with getting into action. To be honest, this energy is much more intense and darker than group 1's. This isn't necessarily a bad thing but that sure as hell creates a huge contrast. This person would definitely want to get you alone and it is clear why they would want to. Compared to group 1's crush, they would definitely take you to pound town right away lmao. I feel a lot of pent up energy coming from this group. If you were in separation from your crush or if you were in some kind of conflict, then this reading is definitely for you. This person could be into bondage, dom/sub dynamics and intense/passionate sex. They would be very expressive when it comes to their expectations and wants. They would definitely be dominant and dirty talk. They could come off as a bit rude. Some of you might want to stay on your guards when it comes to your crush because I don't feel the best of vibes coming from these people... I feel like for some of you this person would be a bit forceful, even if you're not in the mood for sex. Alcohol could be involved. They would be quick to act. They wouldn't wait for them to be home if you were outside. They would do it in the car, in the back of an alley or even in the corridor as long as they can get their hands on you. They're not very patient and gentle. They're rough and demanding. This person would probably orgasm quickly. They could be a bit brutal. They like the idea of angry/breakup sex, of you being resistant and opposing a challenge. They would definitely give a lot of attention to your chest area. They could possibly bite, pull your hair, slap your bum or even choke you. I feel the need to remind you that you don't have to agree with everything your sexual partner wants.

Group 3

Knight of cups, The Devil, King of pentacles, 7 of cups, 6 of wands, Page of pentacles, bottom of the deck Death

My dear Group 3 let me tell you that your crush serves cunt/dick. This person is DEEP. When I tell you deep, I mean deeeeeep. And probably long too, depending on their anatomy. Speaking of anatomy, this person definitely would want to show off their physical prowesses with that King of pentacles right in the middle. I get big Scorpio vibes from this group and also Capricorn and Taurus. If you or your person have one of those signs in your big three that is your confirmation. This person would be so charming that you would be drunk in love, group 3. They are a giver 100%. But a very persuasive one. This person's priority would be to give you as many orgasms as possible. The second priority would be to try as many positions as possible. They would be open to your wishes and demands because they want to appear as a conquerer, as a champion in your eyes and they know damn well pleasing you is the path to success. They could be into breath play. They definitely wish to leave you out of breath. This person's first move would be to extend an invitation. They could invite you to drink or it could be anything else but one things is sure, their ulterior motives would be very obvious by how seductive their invitation would appear. They could use a sexual inuendo for instance. I'm thinking about the famous "Wanna Netflix and chill?" or it's Korean version "라면 먹 고 갈 래?" (Ramyeon meokgo gallae? / Wanna eat ramen (at my place) before you leave?). You would know right away that they intend to do more than just hang out. As you endulge in more intimate activities, this person would definitely enjoy boosting your ego or getting theirs boosted by being vocal about how good you/they feel. They would take their sweet time to make sure that they learn everything about you and your body. They're a fast learner and they don't want to miss any detail. They want to explore all the possibilities there exists to know which you enjoy the most. They view sex and intimacy as a play ground for their creativity but also a humbling and enriching experience. To them, sex isn't just sex. It is a transcending experience that brings two souls together. They see it as transformative. I can definitely picture this person whispering sweet nothings into your ear or more seductive things to ellicit intense reactions from you. Foreplay would definitely play an important role in this moment. This person is a soft dom. They would let you have control to some extent but would still keep the upper hand to some extent in order to guide and nurture you. They would definitely enjoy eye contact and you being on top. Cowgirl and missionary may be some of their favorite positions. Also any position that would require physical strength like standing doggy and so on.

[hellisharchive]

Adam with a bimbo s/o? I know it's not much to go off of but I'm a huge fangirl of your writing and I think you could do so well with this prompt! Have fun!!!

☆ dumb bitch

Summary: Everyone knows you weren't the sharpest tool in the shed, you were pretty but dumb, you were always kind to everyone though. You somehow got the attention of the first man who didn't care how kind you were- he just wanted a good fuck

Warnings: 18+, sexual remarks, implied sex

Pairing: Adam x Bimbo!reader

Notes: Hi yes this took literally 2 months I'm sorry I suck at requests in a managable time 😭😭😭

▶ Adam first saw you and he immediately knew he wanted to fuck. I mean, you were HOT. So of course he hit his shot, he was the first man, Adam! Who wouldn't want the original dick?.

▶ So, he shamelessly went up to you and flirted, causing you to blush and become flustered. You didn't know what he looked like under that mask but his voice was hot. He said he wanted to bring you to his room, what for? You weren't sure. But he he was cute, so you agreed.

▶He noticed that you weren't the smartest and you asked if you were going to watch movies or something, totally not understanding that he wanted to get freaky, and he sighed internally. He got a dumb bitch, didn't he? At least it'll make it easier for him to fuck you silly.

▶ You laughed at his every joke even if they didn't hit as you walked towards his place, it was in the center of Heaven! How'd he manage that? That was only where the highest non human angels lived! You asked him and he sighed interally again before answering. "I'm the first mortal soul here Babe, I got the best of the best".

▶ You both finally made it to his place and you just stared in awe at how pretty it was before oh! He started kissing you! That was unexpected, but you couldn't help but kiss back. Was this why he wanted to take you back? Not to watch movies? Things started to escalate and he dragged you into his bedroom where he shut the door.

▶ Two weeks later, you two fucked regularly, Adam only saw you as a fuck buddy, but you considered it to be a relationship without even him knowing. So you always told people he was your boyfriend and when he finally found out, oh he was PISSED.

▶ You were shocked when he said you two weren't dating, but how? You were together! You were fucking! You liked him! You started to cry because it hurt and he quickly shushed you, trying to calm you down but you kept sobbing.

▶ He thought of something that normally he wouldn't agree to, but he- for some reason- felt terrible for making you cry. He told you that you can officially start dating and you squealed in delight and hugged him. Right after he felt like he was making a huge mistake, but couldn't help it when he felt his heart skip a beat when you hugged him. Oh no, was he forming feelings for you too?

▶ Three months later and the relationship actually was pretty nice, Lute gave him hard shit at first but eventually ended up being fond over you- protective even. He doesn't do "romance" so he had to always get advice on what to do, but he was actually pretty happy with you. It shocked him, but you were such a pure soul he was almost thankful he agreed.

▶ You were as happy as can be and on your first official date, you finally got to watch movies with him. Now every few dates, he always watches the newest movies that come out just to make you happy, he loves to see you smile.

[lexis3npaii]

can openers

minho x fem!reader

826 words

fluff and a bit suggestive

inspired by the third prompt on this post by @novelbear !

as always if you see spelling or grammar mistakes, no you don't :)

masterlist

You eye all the tools laid out in front of you. Can opener. Lemon juicer. Potato peeler. Carrot peeler? What’s the difference between a potato peeler and a carrot peeler? They’re more or less the same thing, no? Whatever, maybe he’ll explain that in the lesson. Soon, Minho returns and sits across from you at the table. He clasps his hands on the surface and looks you directly in the eyes. You look between him and the tools, urging him to say something. 

Minho tightens his lips as he folds his arms across his chest, and places a can on the table. You glance down at the can and then back at him, with a confused look on your face. Minho gestures to the items, willing you to make a move. You slowly grab the can and look back at him. He nods gently. Then your hand hovers over the can opener, and again your eyes fall on the man in front of you. He gestures with his hands for you to keep going. But this is where you’re stumped. You attempt to use the device but fail miserably, somehow almost taking off your finger, which prompts Minho to stand and grab the objects from you. 

“Alright. that’s enough.” he says in a steady voice. 

“Hey you barely even gave me a chance.” you whine, bottom lip jutting out. “What about the other ones?”

“You just almost cut your finger off with a can opener, jagiya. There’s no way I’m letting you near a potato peeler.” Minho explains, placing all the kitchen tools in their rightful place. 

“You’re so lucky you have me, seriously.” he calls from the kitchen. 

You walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, and place your head on his back. “Oh you’re so right. How would I ever open a can without you?” 

“You don’t even have to worry about that jagi.” he says still with his back to you. 

“And why’s that?”

Minho spins the both of you around in one swift movement. Your back hits the counter softly, as he cages you in with his arms. “Cause we’re never gonna be apart.”

You can feel your face heat up, thankful that your blush doesn’t show easily on your skin. “Wh-what? You planning on marrying me Lee?” you try to mask the fluttering of your heart with some good old fashion teasing. But of course that doesn’t deter him. This is Lee Minho. The king of teasing. And he always has the upper hand when it comes to shameless flirting. 

“Of course baby. I thought that much was clear.” he let’s the words slide off his tongue, punctuated with a smirk. 

Although, on the inside you’re a blushing mess, you don’t back down. “Well I think the future Mrs. Lee Minho needs some more confirmation.” you glance down at his plump lips, still in a smirk, but stretching into a full smile upon hearing your request. 

Minho lifts your chin up with his hand. “Oh do you?” 

“Yes absolutely.” 

He runs his tongue over his teeth lightly and focuses his gaze on your lips, getting closer to your face if that’s even possible. 

“Who am I to deny the future Mrs. Lee Minho.” 

Finally your lips meet. You've been together 2 years now, but every kiss still feels like the first. You’ll never get enough, and if Minho’s manner of devouring your mouth tells you anything, he probably thinks likewise. Somehow, you end up sitting on the counter, Minho in between your parted legs. If you’re not careful, things could escalate too quickly. But to your surprise Minho pulls away, as you slightly chase after his lips. 

“Let's save that for after we say I do, okay?” he breathes, out of breath. 

You pout and slowly run your fingers through his hair. You know he’s right but in the heat of the moment, all you could really think about are his lips on you. 

“Plus…” Minho pulls the lemon juicer out from behind you. “I really wanna see you try to juice a lemon.” a huge grin spread across his face. 

You throw your head back. “You just wanna make fun of me.” You say while pushing his chest. 

“Yes. Yes I do.” he moves to the fridge and returns with a lemon. “But you love it. Or else you wouldn’t have agreed to be my wife.” 

“Mmmm never agreed to that baby boy.” you grab the lemon from him. 

“Maybe not now but you will.” He speaks while getting closer to you until his mouth is right next to your ear. “Plus that makeout sess was all the answer I needed.” 

You shiver a bit but giggle nonetheless, throwing your hands up in defense. “Okay okay. You’ve gotten me hot and bothered enough. Now lemme turn you on with my grunting from trying to juice this lemon.” you remark, jumping down from the counter. 

“You always know what I want jagiya.”

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i'm back after so much time. i'm in the beginning stages of outlining a new screenplay for school, so i've been in a writing mood. i did write this with a darker skinned girl in mind (hence the blush line) but really it's pretty general. i hope you enjoy and, as always, feedback is greatly appreciated. have a blessed day!

[aeoncss]

…some of my personal movie!mike schmidt hcs <3

disclaimer: you dont have to agree, just don’t be an ass. thanks!

tw: parent/sibling death, mentions of insecurity, nightmares, trauma flashbacks, some nsfw (18+!), could be ooc?? idk?? don’t quote me on it

he’s a soft snorer. like the faintest sound comes through at night, and it’s usually when he’s laying on his back. when he’s sick, however, he snores so loud that abby has definitely thrown something at him to be quiet.

used to smoke cigarettes quite heavily. started in high school, then it turned into muscle memory that escalated into a harsh nicotine addiction. the second abby complained about the smell, mike stopped cold turkey, and hasn’t picked up a pack since.

does, occasionally, smoke weed though. usually in his car or in his garage late at night. spends extra time cleaning around and getting the smell out, including doing an extra load of laundry so his clothes don’t reek. it helps him sleep, although doesn’t do much for the nightmares.

mike has one of those huge CD books shoved underneath his passenger seat (it won’t fit in the glove box). it’s filled with many broken disks that are heavily scratched from use, and a lot of them belonged to his father.

he’s so bad at folding. so bad. he either hangs it up super sloppily or straight up just throws his clothes into his closet.

he prefers dogs over cats — although he takes the time to feed one of the neighborhood stray cats that abby has named ‘mr. whiskers’ because that’s gonna become his pet goddamn it

listens to a lot of korn, foo fighters, deftones, and the offspring. mike kinda refuses to play that kind of music in the car with abby around, so he might have grown to subconsciously love spice girls and a*teens as well…

grows insecure when he finds himself in a relationship, feeling like he equally can’t be enough or that he’s doing too much. mike has such a fear of pushing away good things from him, so it takes a lot of reassurance for him to finally understand that he isn’t doing anything wrong.

falls asleep during horror and romance movies. physically just can’t do it.

he can’t ever listen to the romantics ever again. if he hears even a snippet of ‘talking in your sleep’, his body straight up shuts down and mike goes into automatic panic mode.

service switch — really, he just wants to please his partner in any way. he doesn’t have a preference for anything sexually related, but he definitely gets a kick out of how good he can make his lover feel. he might have studied one too many playboys.

he doesn’t really realize how much he craves affection until after he gets into a relationship. whenever his partner leaves for the night, he feels like a piece of him is somehow lost, and he nonstop thinks about how nice it was to just be in their arms — even if it was just for a short moment.

besides the reoccurring nightmare of garrett, mike developed a new one after the events at the pizzeria. he can’t save abby in time, the sound of spring locks echoing deep inside his brain that he wakes up so physically ill. he has to go check in on her to get himself to calm down.

has a few really shitty stick n’ poke tattoos that one of his old high school buddies did while drunk together. he has a little stick figure on the inside of his left wrist, and a horribly disproportionate star on his right.

he’s a moaner. not a loud one, but there has been times where he’s either had to cover up his mouth by a pillow or even by his partners hand. it’s not overtly obnoxious or dramatic, more hushed pants and quick whimpers that escape deep from his throat. when he’s close, that’s when he gets a bit louder, the sound almost guttural.

he really gets a kick out of seeing his partner in his clothes or just doing something in his house. sitting on the couch just TV surfing? he’s hiding behind the doorway to the kitchen just so he can try and get his hard-on to go away.

mike was the type of kid in high school that genuinely did try to pass with good grades, but he just barely managed to scrape by without getting held back from graduation. it’s a regret of his, but understands what was going on during that time.

nicknamed his honda accord ‘marvin’.

really into making out, sometimes preferring it over sex. he likes the closeness and just enjoys the action of kissing — plus, it’s really nice foreplay.

[twainxavier]

Resending this ask because Tumblr is a functional website 🤣🙄

I wanna know about You Know I'm Such A Fool For You! And also the embroidery projects you're working on👀

Yep, trying to answer this ask for over a day at this point had been entertaining at least 😅👌 but yes, if tumblr will let me, of course! 😊🫂💜

Okay so this fic is basically my child I adore it so much and I have barely started writing it 😅 Instead I transcripted over 6,000 words (so far) of DBD scenes that I want to include in the fic to make sure I got them right 😅👌 The general concept is the Cat King fixing his mistakes 🤣 So the fic starts from the Catwin forest scene and goes through most of the following events from the series with the Cat King actively trying to help Edwin and the others 😊

As for the snippet, I want to include a kind of long section from the end of the forest scene where the Cat King chases after Edwin in his cat form to try save him from Esther's trap again...

“If you walk away from me that thing is never coming off and you'll be trapped here forever and I will stop playing nice.”

His fists clench as he tries to contain a strange mix of rage and fear unlike anything he has felt in his long years. He doesn't even turn to see if Edwin is even still within earshot.

“Do you hear me I will stop fucking playing nice!” he yells into the emptiness of the forest surrounding him.

He knows Edwin is gone now. He knows he isn't coming back. And he knows it is definitely his fault.

If he hadn't trapped Edwin here for his own games, he wouldn't have ended up on Esther's radar, and he wouldn't be in the center of a worse than deadly trap right now. The Cat King can smell a forest elemental far larger than the little ones that were skittering around earlier swallowing up deer ghosts. Edwin and his little friends are in serious danger. And the Cat King just let him storm off right back into Esther's grasp.

Now who's the idiot.

With a deep sigh, a steadying breath, and a flurry of purple flame, the Cat King in cat form chases after Edwin.

The only issue is, this damn forest is such a maze he has lost him already. He feels like he is running in circles, panic increasing at the thought that he might never see Edwin again to apologise for fucking everything up. A loud roar from somewhere nearby utterly freezes him in his tracks. The forest elemental. Esther has found them.

He sprints as fast as his four legs can carry him in the direction of the roar, but when he sees it he stops in his tracks. It's fucking massive, so huge that he knows immediately that he will not be able to stop it or send it back to whatever realm it is supposed to be in. Fuck. He inches closer, trying to get a better view of what's going on. Esther is indeed here, clearly in control of the thing for now, and a deep sigh leaves him when he sees all three of those idiots just stood there facing down their certain erasing from existence. He's about to run in and distract Esther so the boys and their psychic can get the fuck out of here, when the elemental suddenly grabs Edwin and Charles in far too many tentacles and starts dragging them towards its face mouth thing.

The Cat King can't seem to get himself to move and help somehow. In a blink Crystal is on the ground, and the situation is escalating far beyond control. He has to do something, anything. Ester is leaning over over Edwin saying something the Cat King can just about make out over the muffled screams of the ghosts and the roar of the forest elemental. 

“God I love final moments.”

That damned bird who stole his love's first kiss swoops over head, cawing like he didn't just lead them into this, and the Cat King's rage bubbles over.

He leaps at Esther, scratching her back and leaping away again, trying to draw her away from the boys in the hope one of these idiots has a plan. Ester lets out a screech and whirls round to face him with an irritated grunt. He hisses at her and arches his back. If this bitch wants a fight, he'll give it to her.

“Of course. You mangy little Cat King. You couldn't leave my business well enough alone, could you?” Ester grasps her cane and stalks towards him.

He dives in again to scratch her legs then dodges a swing of her cane. He uses the opening to scratch her arm, then scampers backwards. He's trying to draw her away from the boys, and somehow it's working. Edwin and Charles are still holding on to something, still fighting, so he has to help. Using a tree as a springboard, the Cat King leaps up and manages scratch directly on Esther's face. The victory is short lived however, as on the way down, Esther swings that damned iron cane of hers straight into him.

The hit lands on his torso, sending him flying into the same tree he had just leapt off. He knows instantly that several of his ribs are broken, and no matter how hard he tries he can't push himself back up off the ground. 

He can't save Edwin.

Tears start to blur his vision, but he watches as Ester turns away from him, and walks directly back over to the boys. With no idea what else to do, he just screams at her.

“KEEP YOUR PAWS OFF OF HIM!”

She turns back around, the smirk on her face clear even from this distance. The Cat King is just happy she isn't looming over Edwin anymore, even if his shout means she is going to come and kill him instead. He's got more lives to live, Edwin doesn't.

She doesn't even make it two steps before Crystal has suddenly barreled into her, knocking them both to the ground.

The Cat King watches the ensuing fight in utter shock as Crystal does a better job of beating the shit out of Esther than he managed to do. He is still trying to force himself back up off of the ground, and keeping one eye on the boys just in case, when he sees Edwin lose his grip with one arm. He lets out a screech and tries even harder to get up and get back to the boys so he can help somehow. He also watches as Esther gains the upper hand in the fight, pinning Crystal to the floor only to then drag her back up and send her flying across the forest.

With all the effort he can muster, the Cat King forces himself to stand, and start limping towards Edwin. Perhaps if he scratches the forest elemental and pisses it off enough, it will take him instead. Edwin and Charles both lose their grip, and the Cat King is running before he even realises it. They manage to catch another part of the forest floor but this time it's Charles who almost slips. The Cat King doesn't care, if one of them goes, they both go, and he won't let that happen. He continues to sprint towards them, ignoring the burning in his lungs.

Esther's foot lands a blow in the same place her cane had, and she kicks him across the forest.

He lands hard, yet again too far away to help, and this time with his vision blurring from the pain. The muffled screams intensify for a moment, and he just has to lay there and hope that neither of the boys are gone.

“Stupid cat,” he hears Esther comment, and in all honesty, he can't help but agree.

He was stupid. Stupid to believe Edwin would let him save him and come back for Charles and Crystal. Stupid to think he could take on Esther and actually make a difference. Stupid to think that he would actually be able to help.

Crystal was on her knees on the floor, too far away to help, the Cat King was barely conscious at this point, Edwin and Charles were losing their grip. It was over.

I really hope you enjoyed this snippet and apologies for the cliffhanger! 😅 I am still working on this fic and hope I will be able to start posting it soon! 😊🫂💜

[kaibutsushidousha]

To be honest, your discussion of Minase's positive and negative qualities piqued my interest. What do you think are the main recurring fgo writers' strong and weak points? Also where would you rank the lilim harlot event?

For the sake of brevity, I'll stick to one per writer. Picking apart everyone to the extent I did with Minase would take forever and would be better done after their respective Ordeal Calls.

I hesitate to call Higashide's comedy his strong point because his huge hits are about as frequent as his huge misses. I suppose I'll go with clarity for Higashide's main strong point. Even when I think he sucked at delivering his point, I can always tell what he's trying to say, which is not something I can say about Sakurai's most compressed scripts. His weak point is his lack of ambition. It's nice to have at least one person in FGO's team who will never try to escalate things, but I can't see it doesn't make his stories more forgettable in the long run.

Minase was already detailed in his own post.

Meteo’s best quality is a tone setter. Requiem, Salem, and all his events come with an atmosphere that feels very tangibly different from what FGO usually does. Often his events are bad, but never they lack a unique identity. Which segues into his weak point, being that many of his events are comedy events and the man is simply not funny. Bullying Erice is his only consistently good joke, and when he tries other things, the results are more miss than hit. See Las Vegas and Wandjina World Tour for major examples of comedy events that failed hard at the comedy side.

Nasu is a master recycler. I don't know how he does it but the man is constantly reusing the same structures, the same themes, or the same dynamics and somehow it never feels repetitive. There is always something that makes the whole recipe feel fresh and unique despite being so easy to recognize the same usual ingredients there. And what I dislike about Nasu in FGO is how he's still stuck at the concept of selling waifus from the girls with routes days. Everyone has their list of characters who get ship tease with Fujimaru but only in Nasu's case it feels like an overwhelming majority and that some of the choices create too large of a difference between the summoned character and the character in the main story. Was it really necessary to do this with, say, Morgan? Melusine? Tenochtitlan?

And Sakurai I saved for last because one major reason this post took this long is that I was struggling to sort out what is characteristically good and bad about her. Well, even now I don’t have a simple and satisfying answer. Things can’t be simple with Sakurai, unfortunately. One friend of mine described the experience of reading Sakurai scripts as “playing chess against an opponent that doesn’t tell that you are in a game of chess” and that’s honestly a fascinating way to phrase it.

Sakurai is an intriguing combination of inflexibly ambitious and inflexibly professional. She has grand ideas for her characters and she will include them in the script without fail. But she's also strictly adherent to script size limitations. While Nasu is making Camelot and Avalon le Fae with total disregard to every possible limit, Sakurai is cramming so much into Septem's and London's microscopic file space that it becomes utterly incomprehensible. Nasu wrote Last Encore's plot as a whole ass novel and hired Sakurai to convert that into anime scripts because Sakurai is his expert in fitting a lot of stuff into tiny spaces. Tunguska was tossed at Sakurai because probably no one else could fit into its raid event constraints. And because she doesn't compromise on what goes in, her alternative is not revealing the mysteries about her characters but laying out all the hints so the players can figure it out themselves, which is a really fun thing once you're used to it (read: aware that you're playing chess against her).

And the answer to "Where would I rank the Lilim Harlot event" is 1st place.

[glorytoukraine2022]

I know there’s been a huge debate going on in the Frozen fandom about how Elsa sent Anna away to go to Ahtohallan in Frozen 2, so I want to voice my opinion.

I understand that Elsa pulling Anna and Olaf into a hug and sending them away in a boat seemed very harsh and sudden, but I personally think that Elsa made the right decision. There was no way that Elsa could have taken Anna and Olaf to Ahtohallan with her. Elsa couldn’t have tamed the Nokk and protected Anna and Olaf at the same time. And even if Elsa somehow managed to get herself, Anna, and Olaf to the banks of Ahtohallan safely, Anna and Olaf just would have frozen at the bottom of Ahtohallan with Elsa. There would have been nobody left to destroy the dam. No matter the outcome, Anna would have gotten herself killed and jeopardized the mission.

Throughout the entire movie, Anna was chasing after Elsa and treating her older sister as if she were a reckless toddler. I love Anna and Elsa’s bond and Anna’s unconditional, undying love for Elsa more than anything, but Elsa’s an adult. She can handle herself. Not to mention that she has magical ice powers. This means that Elsa can do things that normal humans can’t do. Like run into fire and crossing the Dark Sea to Ahtohallan.

When I read the arguments of Anna fans against Elsa’s decision, they seem to take Elsa’s decision to send Anna away as an insult to Anna’s capabilities. This simply isn’t the case. When we argue that it was right of Elsa to leave Anna behind, we aren’t trying to insult Anna. Anna is a very strong, fierce and tough individual. But not having powers means that she has limitations. Like any human would. That’s not an insult. It’s a fact.

Anna was being extremely overbearing towards Elsa and clinging to her like a lifeline. By the time Elsa felt the need to go to Ahtohallan, Anna JUST WOULDNT LET GO. By that time, it was too much for Elsa. Nothing she could say or do would get Anna to stop. As a result, Elsa had to send her away by force. Anna claimed that she didn’t want to hold Elsa back and prevent her from discovering herself, yet that was just what she was doing through her actions.

Going to Ahtohallan was something that Elsa had to do by herself. It was her journey of self discovery. Not Anna’s. Elsa was the protagonist of the story. Anna was an important character and still got development, but this story wasn’t about her. The journey across the Dark Sea and Elsa discovering herself within Ahtohallan’s walls during “Show Yourself” were moments that were very personal to Elsa and important to her story. Anna coming to Ahtohallan would have not only been a logistical issue, but it would have taken away from the story as a whole.

The frozen fandom tends to have a perception where Anna is always the voice of reason, and Elsa is always selfish and misguided. But that’s simply not true. Both sisters are equally flawed in their own ways. Both girls always have good intentions, but they are imperfect, as we all are. In Anna’s case, while she does have a big heart and is understanding of others, her extroverted personality sometimes tends to result in her overstepping other people’s boundaries, particularly those of Elsa, who is much more of a private person.

In the case of the boat scene, Anna overstepped her sister’s boundaries. She was clearly making Elsa feel uncomfortable and overwhelmed by the way she was treating her, when she should have listened and respected Elsa.

Anna’s entire arc in Frozen 2 was learning to respect Elsa’s boundaries and allowing her to become her own person. By saying that Anna was 100% in the right, you are hereby taking away from her own character development.

In conclusion, while Elsa sending Anna and Olaf away by force may have been extreme, it was in the best interest for Anna’s safety and the mission for Elsa to travel to Ahtohallan alone. It was only due to Anna’s own overbearing behavior and her inability to let her sister go that things were escalated to that point.

[stormblessed95]

Jikook's Rainy Day Fight

So FINALLY getting around to making this post. Lol so honestly go read this one first. It's a HUGE post I made where I really broke down my thoughts about the rainy day fight before they told us more about it. I still stand by alot of these thoughts for the most part now that we know more. The only thing I might switch up a bit is the very last paragraph where I said something like "this clearly has nothing to do with BTS as a whole and seems like a couple-esque fight more than anything else." Imma walk that one back with the new info given lol

Regardless, read this post first before proceeding. Thanks!

Okay, all done with that post? Great! So here is what JK said about the rainy day fight:

And here is what Jimin said:

Overall, the dramatics were ridiculous (i say lovingly) for what this fight was about and somehow it still gives off couple vibes simply because of the way they escalated this "speak more politely to your hyungs" conversation into a "I'm cutting you off" and a slam dunk hug in the rain reunion. Lol

(The way they both think back the most fond over that reunion hug is so freaking cute)

Things I want to additionally point out.

- Hobi hyung getting angry was the barometer of "wow. I super fucked up this time" which makes me cackle 🤣 the man is an angel lol

- after brushing aside his other members remarks and everyone else huffing but leaving, Jimin was the one to make the effort to pull him aside to have a more serious conversation about it. Trying to take it seriously with him, give him respect in return and not make it seem like he was being ganged up on. It speaks once again to how they have always been so incredibly close to each other. This was back in 2015 ish and they made these allowances for each other and gave each other their trust.

- Both Jimin and Jungkook told the same story, but took the blame for the fight upon themselves. They recongized what happened but when sharing the story with a third party, made it seem totally like their own fault (when clearly they both had some anger issues and bad judgements during that fight). It seemed like they were lowkey trying to protect the other and mostly just felt bad about their own contributions to the fight rather than the other person's. Clearly the forgiveness was absolute.

- Jungkooks snarkiness clearly got Jimin feed up to the point where he snapped and said something he clearly didn't mean, but also clearly felt. He probably felt disrespected and felt like that wasn't the type of bond they had cultivated together. And JK clearly felt bad and was upset himself and even after they separated, when he found himself upset and lost, his first instinct was to reach out to Jimin. And even pissed off and mad, Jimins first instinct was to answer JKs phone call and make sure he was okay and safe. Just for them to reunite not too long after, both feel shitty for their behavior and find a secluded spot for them to actually talk it through before they went home and to bed. Regardless of their full day of schedules right after that too. It's incredibly sweet of them.

- its still lowkey giving off couple fight/break up and reunion vibes. Lmfao but only in how they handled their dramatics, not in the actual fight. Nor do I think they were a couple during this time frame. I do think they were harboring crushes on each other, but that's a seperate conversation. And the fact that JK held onto feeling guilty over his bratty attitude and causing this fight so many years later??? Clearly, it had a lasting impact, even though he still acts like a brat to Jimin sometimes lol its done in a teasing manner rather than a disrespectful one. And it's something that the two of them clearly encourage in their bond together.

- the acknowledgement of that through this fight (and the subsequent conversation on the roof and make up afterwards) they got closer is worth highlighting and mentioning too. When a fight/disagreement is done in a healthy way (and while it didnt start that way. They clearly got there), the communication and the way you can get to know someone better can be so helpful for having an even better relationship. Platonic, romantic or any other kind. I'm glad they spent that time together on the roof. It was probably something they both really needed that night and lead to even more emotional vulnerability and comfort between the two of them going forward I'm sure.

Thanks to everyone for waiting so long for me to write this up and for anyone who read this far too. 💜 I know I ramble a lot! I think this was everything I had to say about the rainy day fight though! 💜 Hope you all have a good rest of your day/night!

[lxndonorris]

blindfolded - Maxiel

Max Verstappen x Daniel Ricciardo Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching (not too explicit) Things escalate slightly after filming the simulator racing challenge between Daniel and Max (Max's POV) word count: 2040+ Editor's note: The video and this picture inspired this story, and I hope it's enjoyable! I'd appreciate it to receive some feedback since I feel it's harder to write about same-sex couples due to always using "he/him" or simply the name. Did you enjoy this? Do you have any requests? My ask box is always open!

A few clouds are hanging above the paddock when Max finds himself standing inside his motorhome, browsing his phone. A day of filming another challenge for Red Bull Racing's various social media channels is finally over, and normally Max isn't a huge fan of it all. He wants to race and do as few interviews, challenges, or videos as possible. This changed, however, when someone special reentered the Red Bull spaces. That special someone is Daniel Ricciardo. For a long time now, they have been seeing, dating, and loving each other. It was quite hard since for the last few years they were racing for different teams, but somehow it worked out fine. Daniel is always making Max laugh, and the other way around. It is so easy for Max to film videos now, to be himself more, and to actually enjoy playing stupid little games or challenges.

Max is scrolling through his phone, slightly bored, when he lets out a soft, low groan. He puts his phone down and leans his head back against the huge pillows on the sofa. Still thinking about today's challenge, he can't shake off the thoughts of what happened today. He closes his eyes and gives in to one of those thoughts about what happened before.

The challenge was getting into the simulator blindfolded, with another helping them around the track. When it was Max's turn, he put on the blindfold, and right away, he felt a little aroused. Just hearing Daniel's voice echo through his mind was enough to really get to him. It was slightly weird to get into the sim like that. Maybe it was the lack of control or being dependent on someone else. Luckily, it was Daniel who should help him. At first, it was pretty good, even though Max's thoughts were flooded with imagery of Daniel. Just hearing his voice sparked so many different pictures, but he was able to concentrate on the challenge. After all, he loves the sim so much that he could basically do it while asleep.

But then, Daniel did something to tease Max even more. "I'm gonna go on my knees, so I'm more at driver line." He said, and instantly, Max panicked slightly. 'What is he doing?', he thought to himself, and  felt his whole body tensing slightly. Max sensed him right beside him, and more importantly, the faint, familiar scent of Daniel's favorite cologne reached his nostrils, sending shivers down his spine. More than a dozen different thoughts raced through his head. It felt like Daniel was about to tease him, touch him, kiss him right here, with Max unable to see anything. All of his body got stiff in anticipation, and his desire and lust grew bigger. Licking his lips, Max opened his mouth to say something, anything, but before he could respond in any way possible, Daniel leaned in to Max and whispered audibly into his ear. "And you can hear me when I talk to you like this." He said, holding back a giggle, but all of this was enough to spark another thought inside Max's head.

He already felt Daniel's hand on his body, opened his mouth, and let out a soft moan. In a second, he blushed, giggled, and turned toward Daniel's voice. They shared a quick laugh, realizing that they're actually getting filmed right now. Daniel, however, was completely aware of what he was doing and what effect he had on Max whenever he whispered into his ear. "You good, Checo?" He said, making anyone aware of how tense this small interaction had become. But this didn't stop him from teasing Max. Near the end of the challenge, he leaned in once more; this time, it was just meant for Max. "Fuck. The things I'd do to you right now." He breathed right into his ear, causing Max to hold back another, louder moan. It was quite intense, and he had trouble hiding the excitement gradually growing inside his skinny jeans, a disadvantage of tight clothing. While taking off the blindfold, Daniel placed a hand at his back, subtly stroking him while he whispered once again. "Too bad it's already over." His voice sounded so smooth and deep, as if craving more. Max just licked his lips before he said, "Just you wait, Daniel."

Still with his eyes closed, Max is getting more comfortable on the sofa. Legs spread, he breathes deeply, and subconsciously, he keeps on touching himself through his jeans. Once, then twice, his hand brushed over his length, thinking about what Daniel had said to him before. He groans quietly, adjusting himself to the pillows with his back rubbing against the sofa. Max is wearing his usual outfit: skinny jeans, a Red Bull shirt that's pretty tight, but that's how he likes it, and one of his beloved caps. His body is stiffening slightly, but he is still stroking himself lovingly.

"Enjoying ourselves, aren't we, Max?" A voice rings through the room, catching Max off-guard. His eyes jump open, and he turns his head toward the source of the noise. Of course, it's Daniel, standing between the doorframe, just closing the door silently behind him. "Huh?" Max says, unaware of his hand on his crotch, outlining his bulge with the tip of his fingers. Daniel motions toward it, causing Max to follow his gaze with his eyes. There is no denying it, and he doesn't bother to stop just for him, who's the cause of it after all. "Obviously." He hisses slightly. Daniel tilts his head, bites his lower lip, and runs a hand through his beautifully curled hair. "Feisty, aren't we?" He says this, holding back a mischievous grin. Of course, Max isn't angry with Daniel—maybe just a little bit. But to be honest, he missed messing around during PR shoots a lot.

"That's what you do to me, babé." Max raises an eyebrow and lifts his chin, looking at Daniel from underneath his cap. "Aww." Daniel says quickly and strokes his own chest once, then twice, before approaching Max. While keeping eye contact, he sits down right next to Max, who's eyeing him suspiciously. With one hand still on his crotch, Max rests his head on the other, with his fingers gently stroking his neck. Daniel lowers his head, trying his best to look into Max's eyes, but he's using that cap as a shield. Something he'd always do to stay comfortable because it grants him self-confidence. Daniel is aware of that, but he knows how to play around it. "The challenge was fun, wasn't it?" He smiles deviously, leaning in to Max again, who's lifting his head just enough for him to get a glimpse of his beautiful, bright eyes.

A coy smile spreads across Max's lips; he's acting shyer than usual. "It really was." He says it and feels his body getting into it right away, with his hand still stroking himself mindlessly. Getting even closer, Daniel's mouth is right next to Max's ear, and he feels his hot breath against his skin. "I meant what I said." He exhales deeply, sending shivers through Max's entire body. Immediately, his whole body is drawn into it, with all of his muscles and every fiber of his body tensing in anticipation. "What...." Max's voice breaks slightly, sounding even rougher than before. "What would you do?" He says this, and he is barely able to keep eye contact, so he focuses on Daniel's chest, his shoulder, arms, and hands instead. One of his hands moves to his own chest, stroking himself again through his jacket. "I'll tell you." He breathes deeply again. "But first, put this on." Daniel smirks, pulling the blindfold out of his pocket, and at first Max hesitates, but with a sly smile, he puts it on himself.

With his vision blocked now, he's ready to give in to his boyfriend. To calm himself down, however, he keeps on stroking himself. One hand is still on his crotch; the other is running across his own chest. "Fuuck." Max exhales deeply, followed by a quick chuckle. "I'm kind of nervous." He says, his whole body humming quietly. "It's fine. It's just me now." Daniel says it softly, his mouth right next to Max's ear. "May we start?" He asks, and Max nods slowly. "Alright." Daniel says, and by the tone of his voice, Max knows he must be smirking. This causes his heartbeat to accelerate faster than any car he has driven before. All of him is craving more, and he is unable to hide it. His muscles are bulging against the fabric of his tight shirt and jeans, with his desire visibly imprinting through their fabric. So many things are ringing through his mind in what feels like a nanosecond. But then it stops when he feels a hand on his chest. "I'd start by touching you, just the way you like it." Daniel's voice is so deep now, so soft, with his hand now touching his chest and his pecs through his shirt.

Right away, Max can't help but moan under a deep sigh. "So good." He exhales, and it turns into a soft chuckle again. Enjoying this feeling, he embraces that hand, which encompasses his upper chest, with the tip of the fingers brushing over his hardening nipples. Those hands know their way around his body, making sure to hit every sweet spot perfectly. Another hand joins his chest, making it even harder for Max to stay focused. "Enjoying that?" Daniel whispers, increasing the intensity of his strokes just slightly so as not to overwhelm Max just now. "So muuuch." Another moan escapes Max's lips, and his own hand follows Daniel's movements. "Good." Daniel smirks again. "How does that feel?" Max feels one of those hands now on his neck, tracing his firm jawline with the thumb and his soft lips with the tip of his fingers.

"Mhmmm." Max, unable to speak, purrs contently. He leans his head back before melting into that loving touch. At the same time, the other hand is running down his chest before slipping underneath his shirt. At first, Max flinches due to the cold hand, but it doesn't take long for him to embrace it as well. "Yeah, that's it." Daniel breathes deeply as his boyfriend purrs more and more. Max's entire body is now vibrating rhythmically as Daniel's fingers draw circles across his chest, outlining his tits, nipples, and abs, with all of his muscles reacting instantly to the slightest touch. "Fells good, yeah?" He whispers again, and Max opens his mouth to say something, but a low grunt is all that comes out.

"How about this, then?" The hand slides out of his shirt and instead moves toward the tent forming inside his trousers. Licking his lips in anticipation, Max's body gets stiff and rigid. "Daniel, fuuck." He groans once it reaches his length, stroking him lovingly, once, then twice, rhythmically, in sync with his own hand. "Come here." Daniel takes Max's hand, moving it away from his crotch and right toward his own. Right away, Max gasps, feeling Daniel's lust also building up rapidly. "Fuck." He grunts, turning his face toward Daniel, who's purring now too. "Let me help you." Daniel growls and guides Max all over his body. The feeling of his boyfriend's firm chest gives him goosebumps.

For a while, he is allowed to freely move his hand all over Daniel's chest and back to his waist, thighs, and crotch. It feels amazing, even though he can't see anything. All of this, including Daniel's scent hovering all around him, slowly overwhelms him. He opens his mouth to let out another, longer moan, but then Daniel kisses him softly, causing him to moan right into his mouth. Then, Max feels him separating himself before the blindfold is removed. At first, his vision is slightly blurry, but he's adjusting to the surroundings pretty quickly when he spots Daniel, smirking shyly. "How did it feel?" He says this, and Max slowly regains his composure. "Fucking amazing." Max smiles brightly, leaning in to steal another quick kiss. "We should do it again." At the sound of his husky voice, Daniel's smirk grows bigger. "I'll keep it, then?" He plays with the blindfold, and they share a laugh.

[homestuckreplay]

the big leagues, the triple digits

(page 97-101)

WE HIT PAGE 100. A huge milestone for a webcomic, and also the moment John successfully captchalogues the Sburb Beta. There's no way this is a coincidence - it's really exciting to see that Hussie has timed a key story moment for this page, and it makes me think that future milestones may also be significant. Page 413, for example, has gotta be something really big if we get there.

I know John and Dad were just throwing cakes and hammers at each other, but John taking Dad's PDA feels like an escalation somehow. Crossing an absolute line. How is Dad supposed to talk to all the friends he made at clown con now?

I also had an off the wall theory about Sassacre - we know that a copy of the book (potentially this copy) is what killed John's nanna, and we know that both John and his dad have ties to pranks/clowns. What if this runs further back in the family, Nanna was also some kind of jester, and now she's haunting John's Sassacre book and trying to help him get the prankster's gambit over on his dad? We still haven't seen much of John's interest in the paranormal, and the presence of Nanna's portrait and ashes in the living room make her feel like a third presence in the house. I think there's a lot of cool stuff this story could do with a ghost character, especially one who loves to play tricks.

Finally, the small :D John does when something goes right for him is my favorite thing forever. I want him to have these small moments of happiness all the time. So with that in mind-

[puffpasstea]

Random blurb idea - could you please do a blurb maybe where Matilda travels to surprise harry on tour, and maybe has her text notifs off bc of travel so harry is upset/concerned bc she’s not responding to his messages? Like a mix of angst and smut?

Sorry if you hate this and its nothing like you wanted.

Warnings: angst, smut, (brief) mentions of mental illness.

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"I'm sorry, okay? but to be fair, I never said I'd come for sure. I only said I'd try." I adjusted the phone in my hand.

"I didn't say anything!"

"You didn't have to. I can practically feel you brooding all the way over here."

"'M not brooding. Know better than to expect you to just drive out cuz I happen to be playin' a show nearby. Even though we haven't seen each other in months."

"But you're not brooding or anything, right?"

"Right."

"I have to work, Harry! Not all of us can just change our plans on a whim and expect the whole world to accommodate our schedules, you know. Some of us have real jobs. Plus, you know I get anxious about this kind of thing. I'm not a professional rockstar-"

"No, you have a real job."

"C'mon, you know I didn't mean it like that."

"'S alright. I have to go, anyway. Sound check starts in a bit."

"Talk soon?"

"Bye, Matilda."

***

The wheels of my carry-on squeaked gratingly as I pulled it across the airport. I couldn't believe I was actually going through with this. I felt foolish. Like some love-struck teenager sneaking out of her bedroom at night for a boy who doesn't even know her name. Except I'm an adult. And Harry- well, it's complicated. But my therapist did say that I needed to start getting out of my comfort zone and doing things that I wouldn't normally do. Something about practice making things easier, or whatever. I've certainly never done this before. Granted I've arrived way too early for a domestic flight, and I'm sure I've overpacked for this weekend trip. Hopefully, the look on Harry's face will be worth it though.

A knot formed in my stomach every time I thought about how I spoke to him on the phone the other night. All he wanted was a chance for us to finally see each other again, but the thought made me feel threatened somehow. Like I'd admit to being attached to him if I were willing to come all this way. Of course, I could've been nice about it, or at least avoided implying that his job was less real than mine. All I can do now is hope that he doesn't still remember all that.

***

My fingers were shaky against the screen of my phone as I selected the "airplane mode" and plugged in my headphones. Perhaps getting four shots of espresso in my crappy airport coffee wasn't the sanest decision, or maybe the trembling was simply nerves, either way, I needed a distraction. Launching the music streaming app, I went for the "downloads" tab, and played "Matilda" as the pilot announced our take-off.

***

I ran across the airport, my squeaky luggage in hand until I reached the crowded escalator, regretfully bumping into the person in front of me before reaching a halt.

"E-excuse me, sorry." I whispered, but the man didn't seem to care. I peered beyond him at the long line of people. Damn was this thing crowded. I needed it to move faster. I needed to use the restroom. Airplane bathrooms gave me the creeps. And drinking soda with my stale complementary pretzels on the flight was a huge mistake with a bladder like mine.

hurry, hurry, hurry. I tapped my foot against my carry-on, impatiently, and earned a side-eye from the person in front of me.

"Again, sorry, sir."

***

I stared at my reflection in the foggy bathroom mirror. Gross airplane smell isn't exactly the scent I want Harry to associate with me. I took out my TSA-approved, mini-toiletries and began damage control. Freshening up, re-applying make-up, and spraying some perfume might help counteract the post-flight aroma and general vibe.

I promised myself that if this ends up going badly, my therapist is going to have to pay me next week.

The shorter the distance between Harry and I, the louder my heartbeat felt. It was practically in my eardrums by now. I hated keeping secrets from him, but I've also never surprised anyone before. If I was being honest, there was a tinge of excitement and anticipation about this, underneath all the self-loathing and embarrassment. No matter what happens next, I should be proud of myself for trying, right? I should...

***

At the arrivals gate, I deselected the "airplane mode" to access the internet and put in Harry's hotel address. The second that my phone caught signal again, my notifications were blowing up. It took me a minute to get over the vibrations and buzzing, and when the flood had died down, I look at my screen, blinking intensely.

Harry Styles, 12 Messages

Harry Styles, 16 Missed Calls

Harry Styles, Voicemail

Holy shit! What had I done? I worried that he'd been trying to reach me to let me know how much he hates me; how he's glad I never ended up coming out to see him after all. What if this whole thing was a mistake?

My brain froze. I hastily scrolled through his messages, too paralyzed by anxiety to process the words on the screen. Vaguely, I caught sight of "Apologize" "Just missed you" and "worried you hate me" across all 16 messages.

jumping in the cab, I relished in his voice messages and listened to them repeatedly it with a stupidly wide grin blasted on my face the whole time.

"Please don't ignore my messages. It's one thing to do that when we're within driving distance and I can just bang on your door and call your bluff, but I kind of hate when I can't do anything about it now."

"I'm really worried, and I know it's manipulative of me to say this, but, I really don't want to go onstage knowing that you're mad at me."

"okay, I'm starting to think that you do want to upset me. Don't be like this. I just missed you. Can ya blame me? The show was hell in case you care to know. I mean, I couldn't not sing Matilda now, could I? You know what I thought about the entire time I was singing it, though? Remember the one time you decided we should go to your place instead of mine, after filming? You made us dinner and I fucked you against the couch? left a nice bruise on your neck. Some of my best work, I must say. Have you been with anyone...you know, since... It's not like you can't be. Why stay celibate. I'm not your boyfriend or anything. I could be. But you don't want that, so... anyway, they're knocking on my door. Bye."

What a giant idiot.

*

It was a little past midnight by the time that my cab pulled up to the lobby of the hotel Harry and his band were staying in. I gave the receptionist the fake name he usually uses for reservations like this and they eyed me from head to toe a few times before finally confessing his room number. It was a large penthouse-sized space on their top floor. No doubt booked specifically with all his gear, luggage, and concert items in mind. During the elevator ride to the summit, it occurred to me that he might have brought someone back with him for the night. Or maybe gone out. He'd told me some stories, from the beginning of his performing career, when he'd go to afterparties, and after-afterparties and pick up women and smoke and drink and do things that I could only imagine. But, he's also told me that he has since turned in the opposite direction, opting instead, for a very structured routine on tour. He'd found that performing the very next day with a raging hangover and on very little sleep made his stage presence shaky and lackluster, and he felt it was his responsibility to always give every performance his full capacity. So, it was very likely that he'd be getting ready to go to sleep soon, but what if tonight is the exception? what if he'd decided, on a whim, to go back to his old ways, just this once?

how would I feel if I were to find his lips attached to someone else's neck right now? And before I could wait around to make up my mind about it, I found myself knocking on Harry's door.

the door creaked open, and, I could swear I saw the wheels turning in his head.

"If you must know, no. I haven't been with anyone else since being with you. Not that it's any of your business."

He went from barely looking at me through droopy eyes, clutching the middle of his bathrobe, trying to keep his chest covered to looking as if he'd seen a ghost, to grabbing the cross on his necklace, kissing it, and looking up at the ceiling.

"Thank you Jesus. God, thank you, thank you!!"

I frowned. "I didn't know you were religiou- ahhhh"

He grabbed me by my shirt collar, dragging me into the room and shutting the door behind us.

"Aren't you gonna- ask- why I'm here..." I attempted to remain cool and collected as Harry busied himself with separating me from my luggage, shoving me up against the wall and kissing everywhere his lips landed.

"Don't care" he whispered in between leaving a trail of kissing down the side of my jaw and neck. "Just care that you're here."

"H-harry, wait. I just got off a plane, there's like airplane germs all over me." I swallowed my giggles, feeling tickled by the stubble he appears to be growing.

Harry used, looking up at me through his lashes.

"Fine" He relented, his arms still around my waist, squeezing gently, as if to verify that I was really here. "You can take a shower. There's a very nice bathroom here."

"That'd be nice." I leaned in, kissing his cheek, and enjoying the blush it caused.

Harry's fingers danced down my body and took hold of my hand. "Let me give you a little tour."

"Ooo fancy!" I scanned his residence enviously, until my eyes landed on his massive, and unmade bed. "You were sleeping?"

"Not exactly....was about to. But that doesn't matter now. Cuz I've got company!" he turned around to face me, his hands cradling my face, his sparkling green eyes looking directly into mine. "are you really here or is this the dream I'm having after going to bed thinkin' about you and worrying that I haven't heard from you? Is my subconscious just makin' this up? if so, I don't ever wanna wake up."

My heart melted in my chest. I didn't know what to say, so I simply kissed his lips, causing his eyes to flutter shut and his feet to momentarily lose balance before he held onto me to steady himself.

"Ca-can I...join you in the shower?" he asked, looking down at his feet.

"Seriously, Harry? shower sex? do you know how impractical that is?"

"N-no! not shower sex." He looked at me, briefly, before sheepishly looking down at the floor again, his arms finding their place around my waist. "N-not that I don't wanna fuck you. Just-- uhh...I just wanna hold you. If that's okay? You can say no! I can just wait."

I was glad Harry wasn't looking at me because I'm sure my face would've given me away instantly. I grabbed onto the sleeve of his robe, leading him to the bathroom. "Fine. You can come." I could feel his excited gaze on the back of my head.

***

"Food'll be here in 40 minutes." Harry placed the hotel phone back in its place.

I nodded, my eyes on the tv.

"So..." He stood by the side on the bed, towering over my scarcely covered body. My hair was still damp and he insisted I wear his t shirt even though I'd packed my own pajamas. "How long are you here for?" he spoke as he crawled onto the bed, situating himself squarely in between my legs.

"just- for the- uhh- the \ weekend" I stuttered as Harry's hands slipped under the fabric of my clothes and found my breasts, his thumb and index fingers lightly running over my nipples.

"Mustn't waste time, then" he kissed a line of wet, open mouth kisses from my belly button, reaching the band of my underwear. "May I?"

"Yes. God, yes." My breath quickened. Harry's soft voice asking for permission always got me even when we were sleeping together every other night. Tonight, it downright melted me. "P-please." I mewled, instantly embarrassed.

"Eager, are we?" the grin was obvious in his voice.

"Yes!"

"Yes, what?"

My heart fluttered in my chest, skipping a beat. "Yes, sir." I corrected.

"hmm.." Satisfied, Harry hooked his fingers through the band of my underwear, slowly, teasingly, dragging it down my legs. "That's my good girl."

[kozachenko]

Ok managed to catch up on Cheating Detective Satori... surprisingly quickly! Was it as bad as I thought?

....I mean, not really but it's still not... the best. Full review under the keep reading tag. Huge spoilers for the manga, of course.

Ok so, for the first bit before Mizuchi's reveal was... honestly kinda bad, like, Satori could've just... solved the case at the mansion quicker if she just read Sakuya's mind and went "ah yes she had no motive but did it anyway she was possessed" because like, if Mizuchi had been pulling shit like that before in former Hell, shouldn't she have said something? That's kind of a problem in this manga, the characters who should be telling us something are just so "vaguey no explainey". And also, why the fuck wasn't she at the scene more often? Like, why wasn't she the one who interviewed Sakuya? Why Orin? Why does Satori barely show up in a manga called Cheating Detective Satori? I mean, I don't mind it as a narrative choice but with the title it just feels like false advertising at this point.

Overall, the first portion of the manga with the endless "but who's being possessed next?" is honesly kinda frustrating. Also, Reimu, you are literally a shrine maiden and you have experience with ghosts and the like, what's stopping you from using some kind of spiritual techniques to try and track Mizuchi down? Like, why?

And now for the somewhat controversial reveal of Mizuchi...and honestly? I'm fine with it not being Mima. Like, it would have contradicted with her character from the PC-98 games anyways, and also because MORE MIZUCHI PLEASE HOLY FUCKING SHIT HAVE I BEEN CONVERTED TO THE MIZUCHI ENJOYERS CLUB OH MY FUCKING GOD-

Yeah so Mizuchi is my diamond in the rough that is Cheating Detective Satori. I like her character a lot and the parts where she's in it are some of my favourite parts in the manga. However, I think her sudden escalations in power are... well a bit much to say the least? Like, in the Eientei arc they mention how "we don't really know how the jailbreak king posses people" and my first reaction was, "REIMU YOU HAVE SEEN NOT ONE, NOT TWO, BUT 4 PEOPLE GET PASS OUT AFTER DRINKING SOMETHING, MAYBE YOU COULD INFER THAT THIS JAILBREAK KING CAN ONLY GET TO YOU IF YOU DRINK SOMETHING AND SO YOU MAKE SURE NO ONE DRINKS ANYTHING EVEN IF YOU DON'T KNOW THE EXACT CAUSE OF IT-" which, I guess it was never really properly established but fine, it leads to a cool moment where Mokou gets possesed and all but still. Mizuchi doesn't really have any weaknesses and kinda gets more and more powerful as the manga goes on.

However, if ZUN plays his cards right this could turn into a good thing JUST HEAR ME OUT, PLEASE-

Ok so, before I read the manga I saw the idea that Okina had something to do with Mizuchi getting loose and I fucking love that idea. Mizuchi's rampage in Gensokyo being enabled by Okina (albeit unknowingly) could also help explain the sudden power ups she gets.

[EDIT]: Ok as I was still organizing my thoughts on the manga after this, I realized that the limitation of Mizuchi only being able to posses people who have a grudge on the Hakurei shrine is pretty smart and could be used for some good character conflicts. But I think this is something that's kind of underutilized in the actual manga, despite the fact that it maybe limits who Mizuchi can posses in Gensokyo.

Anyways, the manga is kind of just wallowing with the story, like, why did the protagonists just let Mizuchi get away into former Hell when they could've just... exterminated her then and there. Like, if you still wanted Mizuchi to get away somehow, you could just extend the fight to where Mizuchi swaps from body to body as she makes everyone fight each other for her, so that by the end, everyone is too exhausted to go after her. Other than that, I actually liked the Myouren Temple arc a lot. Like, it isn't perfect per say but I liked it the most. I also liked how in the most recent chapter, we (kind of) learn what Mizuchi's deal is, mainly that something about Gensokyo's creation royally screwed her over. I also think that the twist with her being a member of a family that served the Hakurei shrine was really cool too. I have always liked the idea of there being something darker going on behind Gensokyo's creation. I honest to god don't know how the fuck ZUN is gonna end the manga though. Like, I just wanna know how the hell things are gonna go now, especially with the sealing off of former Hell. Which, side note, but I love how pissed off Yuugi is in the most recent chapter, like, this is the second time now that someone who was meant to take care of the place just ended up ditching it. Of course she's gonna be mad. I'm not against the idea of Former Hell needing to be sealed up, it's just how it gets there that's kind of messy. Like, it's such a drastic decision that just feels to rash for Satori to make, especially considering the fact that Mizuchi was RIGHT FUCKING THERE I'M STILL PISSED OFF THAT THEY JUST LET HER GET AWAY LIKE THAT LIKE WHY?! I feel like that's where a lot of problems with this manga lie, a lot of really interesting plot points and events that are very messily connected.

[EDIT]: Ok so about that last point I missed something with the latest chapter and yeah, Satori planning on getting Reimu to confront Mizuchi personally is a good way narratively to recover from what would normally be something out of character for Satori (This whole post was made in a bit of a hurry after I finished the most recent chapter so the information still needs to set in my brain a little).

Now for my thoughts on the artstyle. I'll be honest, the early artstyle for the manga was really pretty, but didn't really work for a manga style story. It's really nice looking for illustrations, but other than that it's just kinda eh. The page layouts were kind of boring and I think that's what made the earlier chapters feel boring. It also somehow fucked up the way each character talked if that makes any sense??? Like, since there wasn't really much expression in the character's faces, they all kind of started to blend together, even with the dialogue they all felt like they thought and reacted in the exact same way. Not to mention Sakuya's STUPID RINKY DINK LITTLE MAID CROWN WHY IS IT VERTICAL- sorry had to go off on that tangent there, that's always bothered me.

However, the manga's new style is so much better oh my god. Like, everyone translated pretty well into the style, even if it is a teensy bit inconsistent. The page layouts were also really creative and made things a lot easier to read. It only got better as the manga went on too. Can I talk about how beautiful Yuugi looks? Ok so Yuugi looks fucking gorgeous in this manga, like, the artist clearly liked her the most because she just looks *muah* chef's kiss. Also, the fights in this manga are so well done, like, this is EXACTLY what I was missing in Lotus Eaters. Like, all the hits feel weighty and impactful, and not to mention how expressive the characters are. The newer style isn't afraid to give us some really fucking unhinged expressions and I LOVE THAT. It helped make the manga more tolerable.

I said in my review of Lotus Eaters that I would compare the two mangas in terms of writing styles so I'm gonna do that. Lotus Eaters represents a lot of ZUN's strengths in writing, i.e. shorter more character driven stories that wrap themselves up nicely in the end. I think this is probably because ZUN is more experienced with this style of writing, since from what I've gathered, a lot of the other mangas and literary works follow this similar principal. I feel like ZUN doesn't have trouble with writing good characters, but instead struggles with finding ways to make them act consistently throughout a longer narrative. Like, I feel like that's the best way to put it. I feel like a good way to rectify this issue for ZUN is if he tried writing more longer printed works (mainly just to get experience with the format) take what he learned from CDS and apply that.

IDK if I gave Lotus Eaters a rating but I'll do so for CDS. I'd say it's a 4.5/10 if we're being generous. It frustrated me to no end because of how many missed opportunities it had, and it had so much potential to be amazing, even though it has some good qualities that made the experience a bit less painful than what I was expecting. I mean, it's still ongoing so it could get better, but now I'm just more curious to see how it sticks the landing. My math question comparison that I made in my Lotus Eaters review still holds up tho lol.

I remember a post on here saying that JoJo Part 4 is basically just CDS but good. And honestly, now that I've actually read the manga I see what that person meant now lol.

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

phenomena-posting but its sad and long so readmore

idk if this sounds unhinged or like im projecting but last night i think i had some kind of psychic ptsd meltdown over my friend saint's death 2 years, i will try to explain.. All things considered, i don't know the exact day of their death, but i believe it was the night of august 6th 2021 because it was announced to all their friends the next day on the night of the 7th. And with stuff like that, people usually tell you as soon as they can. yesterday i wasnt really paying much attention to the date or anything & going about my day as normal but as night came on i started to feel so unbearably emotional, so lonely, i started crying and then it wldnt stop. Like for hours and hours it just kept escalating, i mean i am a very sad person in general so it wasn't too unusual except that usually i can calm myself after a while.. i was sitting there like doing deep breathing exercises and trying to repeat nice mantras to myself but the tears kept pouring out .. i tried going to bed early just to see if i could sleep it off but i lay awake ALL night tossing and turning. After a few hours of trying to sleep it finally dawned on me what day it was. this day last year i was at the bladee show/having a wild night in the city so i had plenty of distractions. but this year i was alone and i wonder if i was somehow picking up on the pain saint felt when they died, or the pain of others mourning them at this time of year. Not on some empath shit but i do believe the trauma of death can leave huge energetic scars on space & time. idk it could've very well just been my body remembering something that i was not consciously thinking about. many such cases.. once i realized what day it was i just tried to keep praying to saint and comforting the pain in their soul...(if thats a thing thats possible).. i still feel rancid from not sleeping and my eyes are like swollen shut but i guess i just hope tomorrow will be better ):

i miss my friend so much..honoring their memory is one of the only things that really keeps me going artistically, not gonna lie i really be getting no satisfaction or sense of accomplishment from it lately, the loneliness makes it hard to see a future but i know i cant give up because saint wouldn/t want that.. Oh how i miss my friend.

[stilesstilinski1111]

Guys I noticed somhing while rewatching and reading/writing fanfiction for stiles and his romance in Teen Wolf. Stiles doesn't get jealous. I'm not saying he doesn't have jealous feelings, he just never expresses his jealousy in any way. I'm not trying to talk bad on any fanfiction that people write woth him jealous, it just seems wrong to me when I read it. And I've realized why.

For context I'm rewatching season 4 and mostly thinking about Lydia's past relationships and Stiles' relationship with Malia.

In season 1, he seems to express jealousy against Jackson for dating lydia. But I disagree. I think Stiles has a good sense of people, and he simply hates Jackson, he's a jerk. And because of it Lydia is in a toxic relationship. Idk if he consciously recognizes that, but he cares about Lydia, he doesn't want to tell her who to like/date but he also recognizes it's not healthy for her. It's more "Lydia you can do better" not "Lydia pick me, not Jackson". For more examples of this, the behavior between Stiles and Aiden. He only expresses negative behaviour only when the twins are trying to manipulate and threaten Scott. He backs off when they work to change for the better, and never really interfered with Lydia's relationship with him.

In season one, I think he expresses his interest in Lydia more freely. When season 2+ happens he backs off on expressing interest and only works to make sure she's happy, and safe. He really only does everything he can to protect her and make sure she's happy.

Now, stiles relationship with Malia. Again I can't remember much what happens in s5 and 6, I'm rewatching it. But it seems we don't see much of Stiles side of the relationship with her. In my opinion, I think Stiles is looking out for her like he does everyone in his friend group (which even includes Derek somehow). I'm not saying he doesn't love her like that, I just think he mostly likes the fact she likes him. If you notice, Malia is the biggest instigator to any sort of physical contact. She's the protector, the big spoon, the one to sneek into his room at night, etc. And Stiles mostly just looks out for her and help her fit in. For example, he keeps the secret over father from her, and they had a falling out. I'm not saying any of things are nessisarily bad, it can even develop into a romantic relationship quite easily. I'm saying, he doesn't express the same feelings like he had with Lydia in the past. For example He would often over think gifts for her on her birthday, or be overly ecstatic over taking her to the dance. To name a few. After the two (Malia and Stiles) temporarily broke up in s4, they both struggled to communicate. Malia had every right to be upset, but they only talked things out when Scotts mom locked them in a room together. At that point, the point we're they communicated, was the point where I thought their relationship had more to it than the simple give and take it was based on before. (In all honesty I think it started out as trauma bonding an nothing more).

The only time he shows anger is when someone he cared about was in danger. Romantically, it was whenever Lydia or Malia was in danger. He only ever expressed concern for their safety, not jealousy in who they expressed interest in. Example was when he yelled at Lydia in s1 when she worried about Jackson, but Jackson was on a murder spree. He was trying to express that wounds hurt more than the person they were inflicted on. He was telling her he cared, when all she wanted to do was risk everything, even her life, for Jackson. It wasn't in jealousy of Jackson, it was fear for her safety.

What I'm trying to say is, Stiles had a low self esteem issue. I know this isn't a huge shocker.

But he probably thought he didn't deserve any romances. His romantic interest in Lydia in season1 never escalated. It only developed somewhat in later series because Lydia got cought up in Stiles' n Scott's and supernatural issues. Stiles thinks so little of himself he doesn't blame people leaving him. He'd never abandon a friend but he'd never expect more than being a decent friend from them. Stiles is too passive to make rude remarks, or passive aggressive actions on people's romantic decisions. He's too passive to try and make them stay. He's ok with people simply being friends and nothing more, because he doesn't think he should deserve more than that.

In s3 He began expressing no disappointment for his own death after he was split with the nogitsune and dying, as long as he wouldn't be the cause of his friends pain. And it broke my heart because no one told him otherwise. Well, except Scott, who tried his best to stick his neck out for stiles. Except, Stiles would die for his friends. Scott just wouldn't ever give up on his friends. And what I remember in s5 was Scott even held to his own values above his friendship. So I kinda have mixed feelings that I will not get into rn.

Stiles constantly risks his life. He constantly tries his absolute best. He always puts his friend's needs first, and will drop everything to come to their aid. And he would rather die first than witness or be the cause of their suffering or death.

I'm not really expecting anybody to go to quite that extent of extremes for stiles, I just want Stiles to get a happy ending. That's all. They kinda didnt do that. I personally have a small grudge against Lydia for only realizing how important he was only when he was gone. She would always turn to him at her lowest points, because he'd always be there for her. But then run off with someone else. He doesn't deserve that.

I just want someone to love the little idiot, and for him to realize he's worth the love. And if nothing else, learn a little self love.

[barbwritesstuff]

saying that you need to wait to see how blood moon does upon release doesn't make you sound awful at all!

it's a huge undertaking, writing an if like that, and like you said, it took two years. even if you adore blood moon and that setting and the characters, and you wanted to complete thicker than no matter what, of course you would need more information before committing that much time and energy! it's just not viable otherwise, and would in that case probably be one of those "working on it every now and then in your free time, don't know if or when it's finished"-type of projects. which is cool too, of course.

but like. you need to be able to live your life too, and wanting some confirmation that hey, this project did pay off and writing another one would be a good use of my time and a worthy investment (for lack of better word) before you commit to anything doesn't make you selfish, or horrible, or greedy, or materialistic or whatever else.

it makes you a perfectly normal human living in a capitalist hellscape with insane inflation and there was just a pandemic and oh god why are eggs this expensive and what do you mean i have to pay bills why is adulting so hard (am i projecting all my existential fears unto you right now? no. maybe. yes. pls help.)

my point is, you don't need to feel bad. you're not awful. finishing blood moon was goddamn impressive. you're a great writer. and great writers need to pay for stuff too. can't eat letters or paper unfortunately.

if ANYONE implies that you're somehow a bad person for saying that i will personally poke holes in the soles of all their shoes so they'll have perpetually wet feet. crush all their cereal in the box so all they get for breakfast is gross cereal dust. steal one of every sock they have so they will never wear matching socks again. sew in scratchy little tags in all their clothes.

anyway.

don't feel pressured into replying to this mess of an ask or anything i just wanted to say something nice and things escalated very quickly

hope you have a good day ok bye

If course I'm going to reply. This is amazing. Thank you so much.

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