#anyways its so very hot here and i already do not function at all but i do need to do a creative or i will get even more depressed

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Hi, have a rough bird that i made to get out of my depression slump

[blueeb3rry]

Can you do cha eunwoo smut x female reader? (dom eunwoo, thigh riding, cute pet names)

thank u so much for ur request, this is my first time writing something in general and smut, also english isn't my first lenguage so i apologized in advanced for any grammatical error.

hope you enjoy this, I'm open to constructive criticism, opinions on how i could get better, and of course more request ❤️.

but anyways here for some eunwoo spicy content 😁.

summary: missing your boyfriend eunwoo so much that couldn't function with your horniness, he catches you on the act and gets mad for using your vibrator, he ignores u so use him his thigh to give you pleasure.

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it's been a while since you and eunwoo been together, it's late at night and you miss your bf, his touches, his kisses, the way he makes you feel. you thinking of touching yourself but you remembered didn't have you daddy eunwoo permission.

last time you talked he say he's gonna be home next weekend, and it's only Monday, you tried to get your mind distracted from all the dirty thoughts but its impossible, anything you do remind you of him, being in the kitchen and all of the times he bend you over to fuck you, the way he loves getting head in the living room while watching tv, or hot and steamy baths with him.

the day it's finally over but the urges to touch yourself didn't disappear, you get up of the bed and reach out for your old vibrator, you knew this is a bad idea and get it trouble if eunwoo discovered. reaching out to your pussy and it' already soak your panties, so it's no trouble to slide the vibrator in your cunt. it feels so good, your moans are loud.

meanwhile bf eunwoo has just arrived home feeling very excited to surprise you, hes careful to enter the house quietly but quickly get scared of the moaning noises that come from the bedroom.

you almost reaching climax but hear steps coming from outside and quickly get up bed and hide the vibrator, surprise it's eunwoo, you go to jump on his arms but he has this serious face,

"hi love what you doing" he asked "i was watching tv" you respond

" oh really and what r u watching that i hear moaning?" he ask while sitting on the bed

as soon as he sat he could fell the bed vibrating, and slowly turned his head to see you.

"where you playing with yourself?"

you couldn't lie to him, he's stare was so dominant, it was something that get you a little bit scared but also turned you on.

"i couldn't wait to the weekend everything i do it reminded me of you, i tried my best to hold my urges but i couldn't, I'm sorry" you said.

"awww my little princess was so horny that couldn't wait for my touching, come over here"

you stood between his legs, you loved the way he man spread, you could see he's big strong thighs. he was looking at you, analysing every movement, he started touching your thighs slowly, then ur ass squeezing so hard you let out a moan, with you shirt still on started giving soft kisses on your stomach, reaching for you breasts, your nipples were hard, he give them a little kiss and a bite and kiss you hard on the mouth.

"you're so hot but i have to work" he said and left to his office

you stood there shooked, couldn't believe what he just did and didn't give you nothing??

you go to his office and see him sitting in his chair very comfortable reading his papers like nothing happened.

"what was that?"you say to him increasing the tone in your voice

"excuse me" he said in a calm voice

"yeah, you just can't touch me like that and do nothing about it, you know how much i miss you and you just walk away"

"oh, I'm sorry i though you were satisfied with your little vibrator and you didn't needed me" he said sarcastically. you knew he was punishing you for using you vibrator

"i already say I'm sorry" you came close to him and sat on top of his lap, his hand on the back of his head and his gaze was low with a lil smirk on his face, you grabbed his shoulders and started kissing him coming to his ears and then his long neck, you could hear his heavy breathing but he didn't care to move or touch you. in fact he was still holding his work papers and showed more interested in those than you touch.

at this point you really didn't care and beg for his touch, you needed his hands on your body, his lips on your lips, his dick inside of you.

"my love can't you please touch me, i really need you hands on me, i want to feel you dick in my wet pussy, your lips on my neck, please"

he saw the look in you face "what? i think after all this time you really didn't miss me that much, i think you could make yourself satisfied without my touch" he said.

you were a horny mess, with your hand on his shoulders you started grinding his thigh really hard that his chair makes a really loud noise, he put his hand on your hips so you could move freely without falling.

"common my love, you know how much you needed me and my touch, use me, use my body to satisfied yourself.

"yes baby, you make me feel so good" all that you could hear was you moaning, the wet noise your pussy make while grinding the skin of your bf, and his heavy breathing.

after a few minutes you finally reached climax

"omg baby I'm gonna cum" you clench your tighs on his leg, boobs on his face and your hand pressing hard on his hair, you let go all of this extasis that has been on hold for a while.

"feel better know?" eunwoo asked with a smile on his face

"next time please give me a call so i can hurry up or facetime and we can figure something out "

"i know, and I'm sorry again, thank you for letting me use your tight"

"your welcome princess i do a better job that your stupid vibrator" you could feel his bulge on his shorts.

"now bend over so i can fuck you"

[mikobeautifulheart]

7 minutes in panic. College Gojo x reader

1700 WORDS EXACTLY.

The one time you decide to go to a party, it goes wrong.

TW: Use of drugs (U get drugged) and are stuck in a small closet for 7 minutes. (Btw there is no smut, just fluff)

UNEDITED AND VERY SELF INDULGET so it might not make much sense?

You had never been to a party before, let alone one in a cramped dorm spilling with people, even some of them in the hallway standing, drinking, talking and shamelessly making out. 

This is probably what you expected but you couldn't help but feel nervous, god why did you go alone? Was it because you're only 2 reliable friends who knew it was a dumb idea-

Walking down the hallway the smell of sweat and alcohol got stronger filling your lungs almost making you get drunk in the air. Why did you even come? Whatever it's too late to turn back might as well commit.

The room was cramped and the music was muffled by all the people surrounding the speaker. You walked toward the counter and picked up a red cup, typical just like the movies, but nothing bad or dramatic is going to happen to you, right? You held the cup awkwardly looking at your hands, almost hesitating to drink the contents, you didn't know what was in it and the smart people would have their suspicions about it, but why worry? You were to stressed anyway you needed a break.

As much as you didn't mind the workload, you loathed the assigned partnered assignments because you were always paired with Gojo.

You already knew him through your other friends, Geto and Shoko.

You didn't mind always being paired with him and he always did his work load, sometimes you'd have to do a bit of his part but he would always thank you with a surprise, usually some sweets.

The worst part was just that he was...hot. He always made your heart forget how to function when you two work together.

‘“And what are you doing here? I thought you weren't the one to frequent parties?” You were snapped out of your imagination only to be faced with someone's chest- you looked up and wow… it was him, Gojo.

“Uh well um I just, its,” you let out an airy laugh trying to distract him from the blush on your face. 

“I don't have anything to work on right now so I thought id give it a shot…” You subconsciously took a drink out of the cup you were holding, breaking eye contact with him.

“I can tell '' he laughed and smiled pleasantly toward you.

Oh gosh if only you'd have a chance, he's not top of the class but he is smart when he really thinks and a sports legend. His biceps easily make its presence known out of the short sleeved shirt that fit him all too well. He was the dream guy, but you, you thought you were nothing compared to him.

You didn't love yourself but you didn't hate yourself, you sort of just accepted the way you look so you just worked with it.

You turned to leave the party as you heard someone yell

"SPIN THE BOTTLE" followed by loads of cheers.

“Leaving already?” He said with his brows furrowed

“Uh I think i'm going to get some air, it's hot in here” you flashed a smile.

You started to push your way through the crowd. It was rough but then you felt a hand latch onto your wrist.

“Hold on tight” Gojo looked at you before guiding you through the many, many people.

Your heart nearly burst. You eventually reached a window putting your elbows down on the window sill and placing your head in your hands.

“I saw your last basketball game, nice win” You said, giving him a smile before turning your head up to the sky.

“You-you watched my game?”

You looked at him puzzled until you saw him rubbing the back of his neck with a blush creeping up his neck.

“Uh yeah you looked really good to” You said

“LOOKED GOOD PLAYING-” Trying to save yourself from the embarrassing comment you let slip out. Must have been the drink making you lose focus.

There was silence in the air then you heard two familiar voices, it was Geto and Shoko singing along terribly to the song playing with slurred words and drunk voices. 

“I think i'm going to head in again, are you coming? Totally fine if you're not you don't have too” Gojo said looking to the side trying to avoid your gaze.

"I wouldn't mind that'' you said, waking up beside him taking your opportunity.

The door is pushed open and you walk over to Geto and Shoko, you told them you were going with Gojo and might leave early so they wouldn't worry about you.

You mentioned something about Gojo before the room erupted with a mixed reaction of jealousy and excitement. Looking back from your side there it was… a bottle pointing at you. Puzzled you follow the gazes of the room until you realised it was Gojo on the other side of the room looking at you. He was the one that had spun the bottle and accidently roped you into the game "7 minutes in heaven". A guy drags you and Gojo by the wrists and pushed both you guys in a closed down the hallway from the party.

It was dusty and small but still enough space for you to lean against the wall and have one step of space between the two of you. A lock sound was heard outside the door. This was it you were stuck.

"Ha...sorry you are here right now I didn't mean it." Gojo said looking at you in the dark.

You fidgeted in the dark unconfutably. How do you even stand here with the guy you like and do nothing?

“Relax.” The sudden feeling of his head into the crook of your neck threw you off.

You leaned in wrapping your arms around his torso muffling a quick “I like you”.

Oh god, what did you do? You really shouldn't havce come tonight.

You felt him sink into your neck even more and muffle a

“I like you too”. 

You could feel it reverberate against your skin. Gojo slowly pulled back, your body warmth suddenly dropped and you were cold but that didn't matter right now. The urge to kiss him was unbearable.

You leaned in a little closer a jolt of shock ran through your nerves and you felt your legs give way, you couldn't stand up properly and slowly fell forward into Gojo's chest.

“Are-e you okay?!?” he said voice shaky as he held you up and spotted a bit of blood trickling down your lips. 

“I can't feel my legs, I think I'm going to pass out-” you gasped at the sharp pain in your throat causing more blood to trickle down your bottom lip.

“It must have been the drink” he swiftly picked you up bridal style (yessss -////-).

Someone had spiked your drink with how knows what and what it and what they planed to do when it came into effect. It had only been 4 minutes out of the 7 so the door was still locked.

“SOMEBODY OPEN THIS UP” Gojo yelled while kicking at the door.

It wouldn't budge and everything around you went fuzzy. Gojo could feel you going limp in his arms and in panic he kicked the closet door one last time with all his strength.

The door flew the hinges and walked out trying to keep you awake and responding. As he carried you down the hallway there were whispers and snickers.

“Hey man, I can take her from here. She just needs to sleep so hand here over and just enjoy the party.” A seemingly drunk dude said.

“I don't think I will, now move.” Barging past the man harshly quickening his pace to his apartment not too far off campus. It must have been the guy, he must have spiked all the drinks.

The moon shone and your breath slowed down along with your heart rate, everything was foggy but you tried your best to stay awake as you clung onto Gojo’s shirt. 

“Hang in there” He said as he unlocked the door and sat you on his kitchen counter. You were struggling to sit up straight and not fall over while clinging on to the edge of the counter.

the sounds of quick opening and closing of the draws and cupboards filled the room. The tap was on and there were stirring sounds, it was safe to say you had no idea what was going on and your dazed state wasn't helping. 

“Drink this.” he held the cup up to your lips and you drank it, you were too weak to even refuse. Not that you wanted to anyway.

You drank it all and your head leaned into Gojo's back as he placed the cup down on the opposite counter.

You wrapped your arms around him and mumbled a ‘Thanks’ he turned around carefully holding your face in his hands. The blood coming from your lip had dried, he leaned in closer to your face.#

Was it wrong to kiss you now? You were still dazed, but he couldn't help it when you leaned in your head closer and said

“It’s okay” while your vision slowly flooded back, thank goodness that Gojo took notes and remembered the lectures in chemistry with you when you both did the assignment.

Leaning in Gojo looks past you out to the window outside, it began sprinkling and you were in no way in any shape or form, able to walk back to campus in the weather soon to come.

He was so absorbed with his thoughts that he failed to notice his lips brush up against yours.

His eyes widened but when you did pull away he went straight in for it your arms around his neck lazily hanging off his shoulders as one hand supported you back and his other holding the back of your head gently. He slowly pulled back and watched your eyes flutter open, the sight made his heart skip.

“You don't think you'll regret this?” Gojo said with his attention all on you pending for your answer.

“Best first kiss of my life” you smiled at him before pulling him in again by his collar.

THANKS FOR READING ♡

AUTHORS NOTE: This was very self indulgent. Not my best work but I'll post it just for fun. I haven't written a Gojo fic yet so this isnt totaly great but its an okay start ig. Reblogs r welcomed and thanks for reading.

EDIT: When people ask what my greatest accomplishment is, it's 100% the fact that ponderingmoonlight liked my fic. No hesitation.

[kiminachi]

Can you do a christian pulisic one where he won the concacaf nations league with team USA and after he celebrates with the boys he’s a drunk mess and the reader has to take care of him? <3

Christian Pulisic x Reader

One Tipsy Celebration

A/N: Thanks for requesting! This is your Christmas gift ;) I hope it was up to your expectations!

Includes: a flirty drunk guy

“CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN!!!”

The entire team was celebrating the win, and final game of the CONCACAF. It was a nerve-wrecking game with Mexico scoring in the first minute. Then later on the score was 2-2, but then Christian scored the winning goal from a penalty kick to make it 3-2! You were really proud of him.

And whilst the celebration was in the locker room and technically you were not allowed to be in there, being the girlfriend of the one and only Christian Pulisic has its advantages. Well.. sometimes.

“(Y/NNNN)!” Christian clumsily walked over to you. You could just smell the bittersweet alcohol that left his figure. He then slung his arm around you, “whatssup babes?” He slurred.

Oh goodness gracious.

Your boyfriend was being a drunk, flirtatious mess. You knew you had to help him out before things start to get inappropriate. Not only that, but for his well-being in the morning. “Christian!” You turned to face him, “how much did you drink?” You prayed it wasn’t a lot to the point of blackout puking.

“Hmm I don’t know, like 5 shots? Why does it matter anyways? Let loose (Y/N)!” He urged.

“Not today Chris, I know it’s a celebration but there has to be a responsible one” You said, replying to him.

You already took a shot or 2 a while ago, but not to the point of drunkness; You could still function, being more calm even. You could hear Christian mutter “no fun” with his arms crossed.

“Hey the shuttle is here!” You heard someone point out. Thank goodness. All you wanted was to get Christian to your guys’ hotel room. Everyone grabbed their belongings and walked out of the messy locker room, and into the shuttle. Sorry janitors. You sat in the back as Christian followed you over there.

“Hey beautiful ladyyy, mind if I sit here?” He may have flattered you, but you tried your best not to give in.

“Of course Chris” you patted down the seat next to you. He slouched down onto the chair, “Oh yeahhh, I needed this for my ass” He exhaled in relief. “Hey love, did you see me take off my shirt after I scored?” He placed his head on your shoulder. “Cause that was all for youuu.” You could feel how warm and flushed he was.

“Christian, you’re even shirtless as of this moment, but yes, yes I did.” Replying to his sloppy demeanor. “Hey Weston? (McKennie) could you grab me a water bottle please?” You asked him. He heard you and complied, grabbing a water bottle and bringing it over to you. You and West became good friends, sharing interests with each other. He hands you the water bottle, “thanks West, Chris is a hot mess right now” you pat Christian’s head as he groaned in drowsiness.

“I think I can tell, I’ll de-drunkify him for you” West pretends to use a spell on him with his imaginary wand, “NODRUNKIFORUS!” He shouts. You laughed at his corny antics, but you loved his childish imagination.

“Hey, what’s so funny?” moaned Christian,

“Are you flirting with my girl, West?” Uh oh, a jealous Christian is not good right now.

“No man, we’re just joking around!”

“Well you can go joke around somewhere else.”

You had to stop him, “Calm down Chris! Come on, drink this water.” You opened the water bottle with a small crack being heard, and handed it to Christian.

“Fine, whatever you say my love..” he still had a death glare at the poor Harry Potter fan as he drank out the bottle. However he was hit with tiredness again.

“Sorry West..” you apologized,

“It’s alright, he’s just in the deep right now.”

You felt the shuttle come to a stop. You looked out the window to see the hotel, and you were very relieved. You asked Weston to help you bring your non-functioning man to your room, and he agreed. You and Weston were on both sides of Christian, maneuvering him into the hotel, and into the elevator. After some time, the elevator dinged and the three of you reached your room. Weston held Christian as you searched for the keycard,

“God he reeks of alcohol!” West was not fond of the smell, and playfully made a gag noise out of his mouth.

You smiled, “Haha, oh yeah, I’ll have to drag him into the shower tomorrow morning. It’s too late for one right now”. You then found the keycard and hovered it against the lock for it to *click* and unlock. You then opened the door for West to carry him to the bed.

“Thanks so much West, I would have broke my bones trying to carry him myself.”

“It’s no problem (Y/N).” He insisted. You two then said your goodbyes and closed the door. You walked back over to Christian. You took off his shoes, shorts, and socks leaving him in his boxers, then grabbing a black t-shirt from the dresser, putting it on him.

He mindlessly climbed into the sheets with a groan. You smiled at his cuteness, then tucking him in, you pecked his forehead with a kiss.

Next you went ahead and changed into your own pajamas, shut off the lights, and sunk into the sheets yourself.

“(Y/N)..” he turned around to face you, “are you proud of my goal?” You softened at this,

“Of course I am, you were wonderful”

“Mmm, I love you (Y/N)” He latched his arms around you as if you were his teddy bear.

“I love you too Christian, sweet dreams my love.”

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A/N: I think I fell in love with him after I wrote this ngl

[blinkpen]

mental heath stuff (not bad just candid)

dunno if i'll regret sharing this just yet, maybe i should have sat on it a little more until i knew exactly if i should share and how much, but parts of me really insist, and so i guess we're going for it

and i word that way because

months of exhausting processing has led me to conclude that I’m a system, so I’m still in the undertaking of cataloging an awful lot of shit into one rolodex. the kicker is i probably have been one for at least 20 years, but everyone got along so well and so cooperatively, like the most well harmonized combining mecha, that is oblivious to the fact it even is one. nobody even needed nametags in here.

…mostly. warning signs were there, it's just some of the issues that come from this sort of thing that did leak through, were hiding under other conditions that already cause similar complications. if you're familiar with the messier mental illnesses and all the ways they start to functionally melt at the edges and trade symptoms in odd places and our understanding of it all is still so half-formed, you'll probably get what i mean. hopefully people following me understand none of this crap works like it tends to get depicted in media

i'm schizophrenic and my mind is a fucking enigma anyway

anyway

then one "new" alter woke up last november in response to an acute straw breaking camel's back moment of abuse at home after enduring way too much for way too long, but the alter is not actually new, is technically one of the oldest, but she's been 'asleep' for like a decade and her point of origin is even older than that obviously this one was SO different and possessed SUCH a different headspace and set of tastes and desired behaviors, and subsequently threw equilibrium off so badly, all the components of the mecha suddenly realized they were components bc now the situation kind of required acknowledging that fact to proceed to even get starting fixing shit.

its like

"who is this weird one who broke everything" "no clue, you guys got any ideas?" "why would we have any ideas you don't, we're all us" "yeah like what do you even mean by You Guys?" "i think they're joking, like, because we're all copies of the same person, like the spongebob bit with the fine dining, they're asking themself rhetorically because it's funny…….. …….we are all the same person right. this is a metaphor. like the spongebob bit…… right….." "why are we not all immediately agreeing" "because before we could all reflexively say yes we realized we all had different definitions of The Same Person we are"

this is a gross oversimplification of course

this was a lot to process for pretty much all parts of me save one (incidentally, not the new one, the new one isn't shocked, but is a crybaby, so they didn't take Existing (Again) (2. Electric Boogaloo) very well. they do not take the prospect of 'going back to sleep' veryy either, though. so we're having to slightly redesign the mecha)

mostly through the worst of it, but among other problems we're still working to repair, this sleeper code alter caused a catastrophic system failure in the ventilation and even though everyone is mostly calmed down now, they can still smell everyone else's scented candles in their personal quarters, which is annoying when some of them have VERY different tastes in scents)

annoying, but not ruinous. fixing the AC is low priority compared to other things

like the pneumonic tube that used to let everyone hot potato information and memories from any time they were the one obliviously in the cockpit, we had a pretty damn good one, it was working so well we didn't know why we were even using it, and assumed its regular but manageable failings were just, natural, or because of some other factor affecting the tubes themselves or potato availability, and not considering most people do not have these potato tubes at all

yes i will probably make some kind of comic to conceptualize and visually externalize this i struggle to feel understood without doodles

also, while typing this post, specifically, tumblr did a fucky wucky, and when i realized i'd made an entire other post in the tags, i went to try to copy/paste them into the post but the nature of the fucky wucky prevented this. i'm really not in the mood to retype all that so it's just a screenshot now

[quinloki]

…… it is consuming all of my brain function I barely have brain cells to rub together for ANYTHING ELSE RN IM SO SORRY ITS SO LONG

Marco and Sabo who aren't actually from conflicting organizations, they're from organizations that are partnered (whitebeard/revolutionaries) but they have this weird rivalry (mostly on Sabo's side tbh) bc Ace and Sabo grew up together but Ace didn't join the same organization bc Sabo disappeared similar to canon but they were reunited at some point and ace yapped his ear off about his partner marco

anyways the organizations both have someone in their eye (reader) and decide to work together to obtain the asset. however ace is trash at undercover work so they send sabo and marco together instead

reader works for croc maybe doing something similar to what robin used to do and kinda similar vibes to nami in a sense of owing croc a bunch of money they occasionally prowl the casino floor looking for dudes to 'rip off' to help pay the debt down

and oh look it's a pair of brothers talking about how their dad left them a bunch of money and they've never done this before time to get them drunk and clean them out ofc they'll only act drunk and you offer to escort them up to their room safely

then bam drugged and you're out cold and stuffed in a suitcase and they're out of there (but being followed oh nooo) and you wake up in a totally different hotel room and you try to fight them but trained spies so you basically just end up pinned like we're ready to make you a better deal than crocodile just calm down and you're like ???? wait you're not here to use me against crocodile??? i'm down I was only working for him bc I owed him money and his new business partner (doffy) gives me the creeps so what can you offer

and sabo is like what is this stockholm syndrome already and marco just shakes his head and sighs and they basically outline what the organizations are looking for/offer which is like 10x better than working for crocodile so you accept but oop yall are still being followed so spy shenandigans and little scuffles follow and you travel a lot trying to get back to their base

and it puts you all in very close proximity for some time often sharing hotel rooms and then one time the only room available is one bed and ofc then comes the bickering of who will sleep where with the guys planning on the floor and it's like come on we're all adults here it'll be fine (famous last words) and ofc yall wake up snuggled together and sabo is interally like wtfff that's the best I've slept probably ever

and yall have all been practically attached at the hip for safety so everyone is pent up and they both get some morning wood and its like this is wrong yall are brothers and they're like we're not real brothers?? and then you're like oh. well then.

fun times ensue and after it's a bit awkward like well what do we do now but then bam croc's men catch up so it's run away and not think about that time and there's a few more stops between then and getting back to safety and a few more fun times and then yall are seperated when you get back and it's like aw it's over but they start sneaking in to see you and it's like welp I guess this is a thing

and you see them together and seperate and while they see eachother in your company they see very little of eachother outside of it bc they're dealing with eachother for you except marco is very good at putting sabo under him and riling him up and it's always so hot to watch especially when marco orders sabo to do specific things to you

and yall have fun like that for awhile and then ofc there's some drama like maybe croc's men finally sneak in and snatch you up but you're like a beloved member of both organizations so they'll go to war for you and snatch you back and the boys are so happy to have you back they spend days showing you just how much

anyways brain is empty rn imma go to bed and maybe think about more or just more specific sexy times so sorry for the brain dump love you lots hope you enjoyed <3333

Okay - no but that was an awesome ride \o/

You’re in bad with Crocodile, and Doffy wants to “help”, but gods the strings attached to that offer are so bad you’d rather sleep with Croc honestly, but that’s not happening because your relationship with him is exceptionally negative in this story. (I imagine to the point of his cigars making you rankle.)

In come easy marks Sabo and Marco, and oh it’s fun and flirting as you ply these men with drinks and compliments. They even give you small gifts in exchange, tips whether they win big or not. The flirting becoming more heated as the drinks continue in.

Neither is really affected. Sabo’s tolerance is legendary, and Marco can’t even get drunk because of the Phoenix. At least not drinking so little. (He’d slammed a gallon or two once in frustration and had managed to feel drunk for minute or two.

Once the facade is dropped and things are explained (helluva hook you have there, Sabo admits, having taken a wild swing to the jaw), your on board. But you have concerns - your bullshit debt aside, you’re an asset to Croc, he doesn’t let go of assets.

Worry not, their bases are in the New World, and Croc’s connections are in Paradise. It’s going to be a long trip - island hopping down the grand line to reach the Red Line and safety. Weeks and months of staying under the radar and keeping close.

You’re the one to admit you don’t mind some stress relief as long as it doesn’t get weird. They’re brothers - oh wait they aren’t - okay but you’ll be coworkers of a sort, no mixing business and pleasure. We’re all adults here.

Your only concern is that these orgasms aren’t going to be outdone because it’s criminal how well these two work your body. You make it to the Red Line - feelings are caught, you’re caught, war breaks out.

Confessions and concessions as you drown in your two sweet blonde boys, never to be worried about anyone or anything no matter how dangerous it gets.

I love it - it’s a very action packed take on the ideas for Outnumbered, and I love the emotions tied to reader getting kidnapped/saved.

[itsclydebitches]

Tonight I came across a post (that won't hit my blog until July because I queued it) about how it's unfortunate that "fun" has supposedly become a requirement of video games, given that this severely limits how they can function as works of art. We don't limit other mediums by insisting that they only produce positive emotions and experiences in the recipient, so why would video games be any different just because they're (more) interactive?

This post isn't actually about video games, but rather how that argument got me thinking about RWBY and the recent resurgence of this "Why are you still here if you hate the show?" question. Now, setting aside the acknowledgment that 99.9% of people asking that are merely trolling behind their faux-concern—they have no actual interest in hearing a RWDE poster's reasons for sticking around, they simply want a way to say, "Get out" with plausible deniability—but if we treat this question seriously, I think that post on video games may offer some insight. I have numerous reasons for keeping active in the RWBY/RWDE fandom (initial love of the show, intellectual exercises, the community we've made, etc.) but there is also some level of investment in what would traditionally be framed as non-positive emotions. RWBY can make me feel very frustrated... similar to how playing Pathalogic makes me frustrated. Many of its plot-lines make me angry... the same way numerous video games' discriminatory writing can make me angry. RWBY's community, at times, feels like an insult-laden battlefield... but I've been doing PvP in WoW since it came out, so that's familiar too.

There are so many times when I've enjoyed engaging with a piece of media even when I really didn't enjoy it. Perhaps a better way of putting it would be that I found something worthwhile in the experience, even if I couldn't label that as "fun" or "happiness" or "satisfaction." Sometimes sitting with negative emotions is a good thing. Yes, you can take that too far just like you can take any behavior to an extreme, which is where the continual demands to "watch another show" highlight those posters' willful ignorance. We're already watching other shows. Reading other books. Playing other games. Engaging with a huge, diverse variety of art. Those who gain their own enjoyment from targeting strangers online (and isn't that a significant aspect to all this) want to make it sound like RWDE posters haven't touched a single piece of art other than RWBY in ten years and if they just found something they enjoyed without reservations then they'd drop RWBY like a hot potato. But I'm already watching numerous shows that I love unconditionally and have nothing substantial to critique; shows that have me internally kicking my feet and twirling my hair because they're just sooooooo good. I have that! RWBY is a different experience. It scratches a very specific itch of "I once adored this thing and now it's disappointing, but I want to see it through to its end and unpacking the ways in which it fails is a fascinating, cathartic mental exercise." I can't get that from anything else—not right now, anyway—so why would I want to give up this unique experience to fill my time solely with art that only makes me feel Generically Good? Art I have little to say about because it already feels #perfect to my mind? Sure, I could analyze a show's positives and sing its praises (which I often do), but at a certain point you run of out ways to say, "I like it." There's a reason why transformative fandom is built around the gaps in media: missing scenes, plot holes, retcons, failures, missed opportunities, horrible disappointments. Transformation comes more easily when you're already inclined to change the canon in the first place.

Idk, I feel like there's also an element of purity culture here where there's this push to make people think they must only engage with art that aligns precisely with their moral stance, produces only positive emotions, and invites nothing but praise. If the art makes you feel bad in any way than it is bad and you have a duty to remove yourself from it post-haste just ignore that we wanted you gone the whole time. Frankly, I think we humans can handle a bit more complexity than that? Obviously, as said, you wouldn't want to make Art You're Upset With the be-all and end-all of your media engagement, and this certainly isn't a call for anyone to engage with triggers unless they're inclined to do so, but a story you're primarily here to critique, or—yes—even a bit of hate watching can be "fun" in a non-traditionally fun away. Just because the art hasn't made you grin and pump your fist in triumphant doesn't mean it's not worth interacting with as art.

[sapphim]

(You might already have talked about that, so sorry if you have, but if not :) are there NPC from each da games you would have like to have/thought they would work great as main companion ?

an interesting question!!

so first of all—justice for my girl Fiona.

with that out of the way... so, I think that companions have a couple of very important functions they're meant to fill, first and foremost being that the position they occupy in the world should grant them a unique perspective that they are meant to share with the player. they're tools for elaborating upon the setting and its controversies in a personable manner.

so one perspective I think that has been sorely lacking throughout the entire series is that of someone who has been raised primarily in the alienage and can act as the game's stand-in for alienage culture. like!! it's a major culture in the setting, where are they!! we don't even set foot in an alienage in Inquisition. are we too important for that!! so anyway on that basis I think that Shianni, Feynriel, and Briala are all interesting characters who could and should have had a lot more to say.

(I've also gone on record several times that Nelaros would have made the perfect warden recruit if only he hadn't bit it while kicking in noble heads so, you know, if he's available... justice for my boy Nelaros)

we've had an enslaved and elven perspective on Tevinter from Fenris and an upperclass mage perspective from Dorian. I think the perspective Krem supplies would make an interesting addition to that. he'd be a great companion. justice for my boy Krem. lemme smash.

I am so fucking tired of Varric's ~oooooo im not like the other dwarves~ perspective going unopposed for two games in a row and counting. well we've had a warrior caste perspective from Oghren and a casteless perspective Sigrun from dust town, and Varric is deeply enmeshed with the merchant's guild and carta whether he'd like to be or not. our options are pretty thin on the ground here, but hey! Lace Harding is a surfacer who isn't deeply embedded in and embittered by what one thinks of as typical surface culture. what's her life been like? (lemme smash.) (also justice for my girl Sigrun, I love her so much, where did she go.)

and look if we do need a look in on the templars from an inside perspective... I'm just throwing this out there, Raleigh Samson, in either 2 or Inq. now there is a man who has seen a lot of shit.

you know what is notably so absent I can't even scrape together a suggestion for a companion? the fucking, Vashoth?? like can we get a hot mercenary in here who is not actually a spy for the Ben-Hassrath or am I going to have to do everything around here myself!! justice for my girl Shokrakar. 😤

[nevis-the-skeleton]

The different types of Seekers in my AU (The Polar Star)

Hey, so first, hello, yes I know it's been a while since I posted anything, but I already explained the reason. I am getting back on track little by little, and I also inform here that I have not given up on the requests, I just took a necessary break because of my anxieties. I don't know yet when they will come back, but I assure you it won't be for too long. Anyway, I digress.

Today I want to talk about the different Seekers that exist in my AU: The Polar Star. First of all, what you need to know is that for me Seekers are not a specific species or class of jets. You don't born Seeker, you become one, after passing an extremely selective exam. Well, in fact there are two exams, each very different. Like I said, I'm going to talk about the different Seekers. In my AU, there are two main classes: Scientific Seeker and Military Seeker.

These are different tests for each, which do not require the same abilities. On the other hand, this does not mean that we do not expect military Seekers to be intelligent, quite the contrary. You must have a fairly high level of strategic ability to be able to pass certain tests. I won't dwell on the tests today, I will probably talk about them in another post.

Military and Scientific Seekers are therefore, as I said previously, two different classes. The military will be assigned to the defense of Vos, as well as to war if necessary, while the scientists are the explorers of new territories, and those who provide weapons to the military.

The scientific Seekers of Vos are also those who study energon in the most depth, as well as a means to make it more accessible, and to limit famines. Many scientific Seekers work at the Trypticon Station, which is the great center of all energons. Synthetic Energon is also there, but encrypted by the Senate, making it inaccessible, even to scientists.

Starscream originally intended to become a scientific Seeker after Skyfire's disappearance, but a terrible set of circumstances prevented him from doing so, ultimately pushing him to become a soldier against his will. Then, you should know that in these two classes, there are three categories: Functionality Seeker; Capacity Seeker; Energon Seeker.

Brief definition of what a Functionality and a Capacity is in my AU: “A Functionality is a unique composition of the body, which is not found in any other robot of they generation. Like Capacity, but Capacity is a power that comes directly from the Spark, while Functionality is an additional or enhanced organ. It could be a radar, a weapon, an engine, etc."

Some Capacity or Functionality are more wanted than others, we can give the example of Skywarp's teleportation Capacity which is truly unique, being the only one to date to have this Capacity. This is also the reason why he was taken as a Seeker, despite his very limited intellect (which is also caused by his Capacity).

Note that Functionality and Capacity are often in the military context, unless the power is more useful at the scientific level. All have some degree of rarity. For the last category: Energon Seeker, it's about a Functionality that allows you to find energon. It is very special and above all very rare, which means that it has its own class.

A Scientific Seeker with an Energon Functionality is very wanted because Energon is really their area of ​​expertise. The Military Seeker who has this type of Functionality will sometimes be assigned to find sources of energon so that they can be exploited by the Miners later.

There are differents Functionalities capable of detecting energon. One of the five senses can be enhanced, very often sight or smell, even camouflaged energon will give off a unique glow or smell. Some Energon Seekers can also detect it while walking, through the vibrations of the ground. For others, their Functionality makes them sensitive to surrounding variations, basically like the sensation of hot and cold, a new sensation is added the energon one.

The rarest is the energon radar, allowing a much wider perception, it's like a second sight. To give an example of what it is capable of doing, know that Starscream has an energon radar. He can spot a source of energon at a very great distance, and assess its depth. He does not need to have his eyes open to find his way in space, if there is enough source of energon around him, less useful on Earth, but terribly effective on Cybertron. This is also the case for those who spot energon with something other than sight.

An Energon Seeker can also recognize someone based on their energon signal, which is unique to each person, making it impossible for a shapeshifter like Makeshift to ever fool them. They can also sense the activity of a robot, if they are awake or asleep for example, if they are sick or on the contrary in great shape. This can be very useful during a fight. They can also spot hidden enemies, even an invisible robot will have trouble get an Energon Seeker by surprise.

So, it was a little presentation of the different Seekers in my AU ^^ I repeat myself but it is not a species, in fact any flyer can become a Seeker. Jets are the ones that succeed the best, because certain tests require abilities that only them possess, such as very good eyesight, or superior strength. But Starscream is proof that even for a robot less strong than required, it's not impossible.

[yell0wsalt]

New Fic: More Than You Know

Rating: T

Characters: Mako (gen)

Word Count: 2045

Summary: Get in the robot, Mako

full fic below:

Buzzing cicadas rang in people’s ears, the air thick with humidity, and the ground was so hot, if someone looked close enough, they could almost spy waves of heat emanating from the sidewalk. Without a question summer was at its peak. A heavy drop of sweat trailed down Mako’s back that he futilely tried to blot away with his t-shirt. It was already disgustingly damp.

Silently pondering to himself as he shielded his eyes from the sun, Mako found the idea of getting something refreshing to be an enticing one. The icy chill of the drink contradicting the blazing summer heat... He could picture it already and licked his chapped lips in anticipation.

Luckily, he didn’t have to go too far as there was a shopping square nearby. Dragon Flats Market. Dragon Flats was a pop up marketplace in downtown Republic City on the weekends that had a slew of both random and regularly scheduled vendors who serve all sorts of local treats, goods, and knick knacks.

He didn’t have to consider any more, feet moving of their own volition to the nearest stand. 

A purchase of a frosty blood orange strawberry blended drink later from The Misty Palms, Mako was brought back to life and in the mood to mosey about the rest of the shopping square to see what kind of curios piqued his interests today.

Halfway through his stride he paused in front of a stand. A Shrew Corvid’s Collection. Mako raised a curious brow before taking a long draw of his smoothie, polishing it off. Haven’t checked out this stall before. I wonder what they’ve got…

“Your curiosity here can only be satisfied from so far, young man.” The old shopkeeper perked up from behind the table in greeting and extended a weathered hand, beckoning him closer. “Come, come! Would you care to see what A Shrew Corvid’s Collection may have for you?” 

A quick hum in thought before shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “Sure, why not.”

“Are you looking for anything in particular?”

“Not exactly. Mainly wandering the marketplace to see what’s available today.”

“Well, be my guest and see what resonates with you.” They swept a hand to gesture to the several bins laid out on the table between them.

Mako scoped out the baskets and trays full of random oddities laid out in front of him. There was no structure in their organization. Just chaos. It made one of his eyebrows twitch. Regardless, he decided to take a breath before reaching a hand into one of the bins ahead of him to pull out… 

“A watch?” Mako turned his head curiously.

Structurally speaking it seemed like one of those retro digital watches. But it was bulkier than typical, appeared to be non-functional based on how old the parts looked, and to be frank, it had an unappealing decades old design. Yet, Mako couldn’t convince himself to put it down, suspending it mid-air in front of him to inspect it all around.

“Ahh, I see you’ve found a little treasure,” the shopkeeper remarked in appraisal.

“Treasure?” shifting his head to the side, breaking his object of focus from the watch to the shopkeeper. “What do you mean by that? Is there anything special behind it?”

They snickered. “That is something you’ll have to find out for yourself. Just as much as you find items of interest, they also find you.” Punctuated with a sly smile and an exaggerated wink.

Eyes narrowed suspiciously at the shopkeep before returning his gaze back onto the watch. “Oh-kayyy. How much for this, anyways?”

A hand wave dismissed his question. “For you? On the house. Even better if you can get it functional.”

He smiled politely. “Well then, thank you very much. I think I’ll take it.”

They bowed their head courteously. “No, thank you.”

****

Back at home in his office space, after too long of a time fiddling around with the watch’s buttons, wires, and screen, Mako pushed himself away from his desk in a bout of frustration. 

“Gah, this thing is a hunk of junk, I don’t even know why I bought the stupid watch.” Well, it was for free, but that’s besides the point. Impulse buying is not the move. 

Still, he couldn’t keep himself away, deciding to return back to his latest purchase and drape it over his wrist. “It looks so odd on me. Wearing it out and about would stick out like a sore thumb, even if I did get this to work.”

It was a second later that the face of the watch began to flicker on and off. Mako pinched his eyebrows, taking note of the change and he tried tapping at the screen with an index finger.

He was greeted by a humanoid mecha of red, black and white which boomed, “I am Power.”

“Ahhh!” Dropping the watch on the desk out of shock, Mako distanced himself to come down from the shock, gingerly picked the watch back up, and found the humanoid mecha still staring back at him.

“I guess the watch works somehow, but this is the oddest startup screen–”

“And I need you to defeat the Kaiju, Mako,” it– the watch– Power continued.

Hold on. Mako’s thoughts ground to a halt. “The what? Kaiju? What on earth is this thing talking about?” And how does it know my name?

In an answer to his rapid fire of questions, there was an earth-rumbling roar coming from outside his house. The walls surrounding him quaked; lights flickered on and off.

Dread made Mako’s blood immediately still and his face paled. He scrambled towards the window to find the source of the thundering cry.

What looked to be nearly 100m in both height and length, a prehistoric beast was running rampant in the middle of the city.

Mouth agape and eyes bulging out in shock, Mako tried to make sense of the madness. “A Kaiju? Those things are real? I thought they were something you’d only see on movies and shows? How on Earth and when did it get here?”

“No time to answer your questions, Mako!” Power snapped. “Now, we must merge as one to defeat the Kaiju before it continues its onslaught of destruction!”

He turned to his talking watch. “Merge as one? What do you mean by that?”

“What did I just say about having no time to answer your questions?!” 

He pinched his brows and pouted. Sheesh, so hasty.

“I need you to do as I say. Fasten me onto your wrist. Start off with making your left hand into a fist and bringing it to your chest above your heart. Then, cover the face of the watch with your right hand.”

Reminded of the piercing roars and the monster wreaking havoc, Mako followed suit.

“Focus all your life, all your energy onto me. Then, repeat after me, ‘Ultra power sequence, start!’”

Mako broke his pose to cock his head to the side and raised a skeptical side eye. Seriously? That’s so embarra–

Another thundering outcry and crash made him flinch. He squinted to the far off distance checking in on the situation. In addition to the monster swiping at buildings with its claws and tail, powerful laser blasts began to erupt from its mouth for long distance attacks.

Bearing heated cheeks, Mako took a moment to center himself before assuming position once more. “Ultra power sequence, start!”

A blinding white flash forced him to squeeze his eyes tight. When the light faded and Mako felt ready to open his eyes once more, he found himself at ground zero. Face to face with the Kaiju only a few kilometers away. It stared him down in a challenge.

Assessing his surroundings and perspective, Mako felt a shift. More than being larger than life, more than being physically capable to go head to head with the raging monster, more than all of that.

When he looked at the world from a higher place, he felt full of promise. Full of hope. He felt invincible.

He brought a hand in front of his face, met with the red, black, and white armor he recognized from Power in his watch.  

He clenched his fist with an assured grin. 

This is what it must be like to be merged with Power.

The Kaiju continued to roar deliriously, razing buildings in its vicinity. The monster paused its rampage to lean its head back, mouth hung open, for a beam of light to start growing from within.

“Mako!”

Snapping out of his reverie, Mako needed no further words. He charged towards the beast, ramming his shoulder into where he assumed the solar plexus would be.

Cut off from its attack, the monster let out a piercing cry as the momentum Mako carried had them tumbling to the ground. Mako landed on top, working to pin it down.

Although the Kaiju’s movements were slow, they held a lot of power behind them, making Mako work tooth and nail to hold down the arms and legs. He still needed to be mindful of its jaw and the blasts it was capable of producing.

“You need to go for the nape of the neck! That’s its weak spot!” Power advised.

Huffing and panting from the rush and struggle, “You wouldn’t happen to know if there is a weapon of any sort that comes with this thing, would you?”

“Squeeze your right fist.”

Directly above Mako’s right hand, a short wrist blade materialized. Perfect. Just what I need.

Mako couldn’t get distracted by the blade for too long, feeling the monster start to gain more strength in its writhing. It attempted to lunge forward and snap its jaws at Mako.

Mako readjusted his position, working to firmly secure the beast’s limbs once more. Before it could open its mouth for another attack, knowing it was capable of shooting laser blasts, Mako loaded his hand back and thrust the wrist blade into the neck with all the strength he could muster to pierce all the way to the back.

A long sputtered howl on its last breaths, the kaiju thrashed weakly for a few more minutes before it ceased to fight back. Time stood still for Mako while he held his breath hovering over the monster, hoping and praying it was actually dead. Sure the fight was over after a drawn out pause, Mako finally sat back on his heels, chest heaving in fatigue and disbelief at what he just did. 

Before he had any more time to process the events of the day, he was hit with another white flash of light that brought him back to his garage once it faded. Knees buckling in the adrenaline crash, Mako fell back on his butt down to the floor, propped back on his hands.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” he breathed. “I… fought… a kaiju? And won.”

“Congratulations on your victory today, Mako. A small step forward; you’re learning.”

Mako brought his hand up to face the watch and look at Power incredulously. “‘Small step forward’? Wasn’t that it? You told me I needed to defeat the Kaiju.”

“There is more than what meets the eye and this is just the beginning.”

Overwhelmed and at a loss for words, he dumbly nodded before dropping his hand.

In the background he vaguely caught onto the sounds of wailing sirens and people crying over the devastation.

****

Heading out the next day didn’t do anything to help sort through the confusion and questions in Mako’s mind, but only made it worse.

Nothing had changed.

Events of the night before wiped clean, it was as though there was no evidence of a Kaiju running rampant about Republic City the night before. Roads were undamaged. Once destroyed buildings, intact. Passerbys went about their day to day business as though the most mind-boggling events of anyone’s lives didn’t happen less than 12 hours ago.

Mako could have chalked it up to a fever dream he couldn’t shake off, but the only evidence that still kept him grounded of the events from the day before was the watch– Power– Mako absentmindedly fiddled with.

Blankly staring as his eyes swept the scenery, Mako could only come to a single conclusion.

“Something is off here…”

And he needed to find out what.

[congregamus]

Anyone have any input re: popular mental health apps? (Talkspace and BetterHelp have come up, but I'm illiterate when it comes to this situation re: tech.) My insurance does not cover mental health services ∴ |Affordability| > → ∞

The above, posted first on Twitter, is the only way I could condense my inquiry to its character limit, which I obviously despise. (It takes me 240 glyphs to orient myself in writing, for as all who haunt this non-location know well, I am superabundant and wildly baroque in my use of language.)

I find myself at Twitter as often as I do because it's where things are happening. I am not the first to remark that Tumblr is one's own metaphorical bedroom, while Twitter is either the school cafeteria, or the town square. Perhaps because of the way mine was set up, Facebook functioned for me as the people's court of public opinion.

The invitational nature of those platforms proves a personal exercise in daily restraint. Left to my own device(😝), I would wage terrifying flame war throughout the digital land. It is only because of the mediation of the Blessed Virgin* that I am as tolerable as I am, which—it should be noted—is not much.

Anyway, I despise Twitter, yet I am daily to be found lulling about various bits of architecture rendered in binary code, listening and biting my tongue.**

In the process of witnessing, as we say now, "All This", I have taken perhaps more than my share of responsibility, and this has had a negative effect on my mental health. My desperate search for acceptable forms of digital mental health support demanded I revert not only to sentence fragments and abbreviations, but eventually to the implementation of the symbolic language of mathematics and logic to say what I needed within the character constraints, and it honestly felt like I was twisting myself in knots unnecessarily.

But, Greg, you can press the little plus button, and you can add to it.

Mental friend, I am very aware of this. I am also aware that no one reads my tweets anyway, and so I'll be goddamned if I make a 26-unit tweet thread to do what I do here. As I mentioned above, these are different places.

But seriously there has to be a better solution than saying "Woah there Noah Webster, write a newsletter already" when someone's not tweeting an out-of-context headline. The cut-option [implemented above] springs immediately to mind.

All this to say that I am in a complicated mood, and I abhor Twitter's constraints and implications.

FOOTNOTES:

*This reminds me. Virgo and Leo are in close symbolic relationship, and one of the layers of the holographic Virgin-Divine Child ikon is the relationship of the mediated Solar Child, also called "Strength" in the Tarot. (This alone is cause for much consideration and makes me want to do a Retrograde Interpretation of all the Major Cards.) My time as an aspiring contemplative tempered what was, before, a personality—more precisely, a mouth— that ran very hot. Much of my monasticism could be described as my highly individualized participation in the dramaturgy of this "mythological" image.

**I must admit that this is the behavior of a spy. It is an absurd image of an ongoing, necessary absurd practice for me. As if I were gathering information about something in which I do not participate. I have taken my name too seriously. I have become someone who watches (cf. "one who acts").

[taetaespeaches]

Hello lovely Liv! Luckily I write these out in my notes first, because lets be real, what I send you is nothing short of a novel. Ok, so, Jimin and Dear:

Honestly Liv I’m convinced you wrote Jimin and Dear to heal some part of me that really needed help fixing. I have really bad, but really high functioning, social anxiety, so there are some FRESH truths in these fics that I can relate to. Both sides of their story speak to me so deeply that I’m kinda regretting saying that I’m Daisy, because I’m actually both Jimin and Dear rolled into one (also side note, I’m actually convinced Jimin is my twin - we’re both Libra’s and we have the same personality type…. and last year I sat on a bus for 20 hours just to surprise my friend on their birthday for one day… and I’d happily do it again in a heart beat, but is this not big Jimin energy or what??)

Feeling like you’re not enough, feeling insecure, feeling so deeply and passionately, I just love these two with my everything. The doubts, the distance, the respective reassurances, the break up and the makeup that followed, and the eventual all encompassing love, it taps in to a very deep crack in my soul - it both breaks and completes my heart every time I read it. I can’t wait to find someone that accepts me like they do for each other… and I couldn’t love these two more :(( This was probably my hardest list!! In all honesty, it’s a bit of a weak effort with how poorly I’ve been able to slim down my choices, but here we go anyways:

Absolute absolute absolute faves (that I’ve sneakily grouped together so that the list seems shorter than it really is lmao):

I might have to kiss you right now >> Did I really get to shag you last night? >> I think we should avoid overthinking

The way they got together was just so cute and fun and sexy and I’m just in love with this lil progression

I’m already lost without him >> Yeah, I’m drunk. And you’re wearing my t-shirt and I fucking love you >> I don’t know where we go from here, Dear >> I can’t think of a life that doesn’t have you in it >> You can’t keep punishing yourself

UGH. THIS SEQUENCE >>>>> They just fucking love each other so much and you write it so well. Like I can feel their frustration with themselves for getting in the way of letting them love each other. It JUMPS off the page (or in this case my phone lol) at me and DAMN CAN I RELATE

Aren’t promise rings kind of a big step in a relationship? We should probably consummate this >> Do you remember my promise?

To be reassured like this. That’s it. Thats the goal.

Are you sure you want to take a nap right now, Dear? >> What a way to to start the New Year >> Don’t act innocent you had me pinned underneath you five minutes ago >> You’re distracting, I have things to do today

SMUT NAATION RIIIISE. You’re so good at writing smut love, and this is no exception. Gah, I’m blushing.

How could you hide something from me? I’m the love of your life

Yep, after everything these two have been through this is by far my fave proposal. It’s like a breath of fresh air seeing these two finally get their happily ever after. It gives me so much hope and happiness I could cry.

Honourable mentions that I also adore with all my heart:

- Don’t worry about me, Dear

- No, in the afternoon

- You just want to get me out of my snow pants

- Your tattoos are hot

ALSO, with everything going on in my life atm (what a hectic past month it has been oh my) I’ve decided to take some anons and your advice and I’ve decided to start writing! I don’t think I’ll do bts fics, I’m not too sure yet, but I definitely think I want to spill out some of my domestic goodness ideas onto the page. Think its about time I start actively doing more things to make me happy. I originally wanted to get back in to shooting film on my uncles medium format camera but I feel like writing will 1. hurt my wallet less (because medium format is $$$) and 2. be a good challenge given that I literally write copy for a living, but have never tried fictional writing outside of my one creative writing paper I took at uni. I’ll let you know if it ends up being shit or not!

All my love! Drunk anon x

Ok first of all, how are you doing?? You give the impression that you're kind of the tough friend that takes care of everyone else so I hope people are checking in with you. And I hope you're doing ok considering all the fuckery you've been through recently :(

Now onto responding to your ask lol. I definitely did get this at some point, I don't know where the hell it went but thank you so much for sending it in again <3 I both love and hate that you can relate to this couple so much bc they literally go through so much hell sometimes :( but I'm seriously so happy that they have felt healing to you in any sort of way. (Also you being the jimin friend is the cutest and also least shocking thing I've ever heard, it just fits, it feels right. And you're an absolute angel, lovely)

You will find someone who loves you and accepts you btw. I just know it <3

I literally LOVE the amount of fics you put in here lmaoooo as I was reading this I was like ok are there any fics left in the masterlist?? this makes me so unbelievably happy. Idk sometimes I feel Jimin and Dear are one of the more overlooked couples?? so to see that you love them so dearly is just so great.

YOURE WRITING!!!!! AAHHHHH!! I know you want to stay anon but like if there's anyway I can help with literally anything, let me know. This is so exciting!!! Doing things that make you happy >>>>>> that's the reason I want to get more into 3D art. I can't really do pottery bc like I need the mass amounts of clay and the wheel and the fucking kiln :/ but I can make little coil pots and little sculptures and like idk WE SHOULD JUST DO WHAT MAKES US HAPPY!!! I'm very excited for you, you're going to be great at whatever you decide to write. Get that domestic goodness out there! <3

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[inkofamethyst]

February 12, 2024

God those cookies I made last week were so good.

My ipad is starting to show signs of planned obsolescence, I think. Kinda sucky considering I'm also already saving for a new laptop (I could be quicker about it if I wasn't so aggressive about finishing up my emergency fund and saving for my down payment*) and I would consider my iPad use relatively gentle. I'll see if I can stretch its use out for another year and a half minimum, I think. It's still got plenty of space to work with and is adept with the majority of tasks I use it for. A new machine could be another 1k,,,,,, oof. The earlier I start saving the lower that monthly "payment" though. There are certain things I use my tablet for that neither a laptop nor a phone are optimized to do, and I see myself potentially using those functions even after I'm done with classes.. but I'll give it more thought.

Might plan a little reading group with the discord crew since so many of us (5/7 so far!!) are interested in reading The Road, the book on which The Last of Us is based (my photo-friend suggested it to me and my dancer-friend during a chat we had, and I saw puzzle- and dnd- had previously marked it as something they were interested in (these are the kinds of things I'd miss without goodreads T.T (I'm gonna swap to (or, at least, add) Storygraph still, I promise))).

*I told my sister I am currently interested in potentially moving back to my home state after grad school to live near my family, and she, being the zillow fiend she is, took me on a tour of the current housing market in the city I'm interested in with the parameters I'd like and lowkey??? it's actually not as expensive as I thought it'd be. Granted, these feelings could drift as climate change alters the landscape (or if I really really like it here), but based on my down payment savings goal, the existence of first-time homebuyer assistance programs, what I'm currently making (and the expected raise at the conclusion of this program), and the assistance my elders have cryptically alluded to, it does not seem as far out of reach as I once thought (though my vision was skewed by the fact that a 1b/1b condo around my uni could cost something like a million bucks lol).

You know I think I'm not succumbing to lifestyle creep but like,,, I literally bought $118 pants (with coupons and discounts but still, I was looking). I.. don't think I've ever considered spending that much on a single item of clothing, ever. Even most of my formal dresses are secondhand. On the other hand, relative frugality when it comes to food and being stringent with savings gives me a bit more leeway when it comes to other things. All this said, I'm not sure whether having a loosey-goosey budget will work out long-term. Will reassess in May.

One thing about "her" is that the color scheme is relatively dark, and I'm not just talkin skin here. There's nothing inherently wrong with that; dark colors are a great base for things, but I do think I'd like to venture into adding a bit more color and experimenting with combinations. Very unlike me, I know.

Today I'm thankful that my skin was givingggg. I bought three shades of Colourpop's Lite Stix last month and wore the first two (molten hot (too yellow), glazey (too bright)) for a couple weeks each to give them a true run, but neither were perfect shades, but Sunlight is a softer, rosier gold that works so well as a subtle, beautiful inner-corner highlight. And after doing my Kiehl's mask over the weekend which is literally clearing my skin (plus 25/8 blush and rocky road lip gloss/crucifix liner),,,, it was a very pretty day for me despite the fact that I was fully exhausted the whole time. Anyway I'm going to have to find some other use for the other two (I tried molten hot once as an eyeliner and that was fun) so they don't go to waste.

Washed my hair yesterday, now experiencing the slog of nightly braiding with multiple major homework assignments on the horizon :)))))))

[fantic-caballero-tips]

Turn Signal and Hazard Button

When I bought the motorcycle, I had already identified a few things I wanted to address. But in real use, what I found the most annoying was the left turn signal and hazard button.

The turn signal button looked more like a bedside lamp switch than an essential component you use all the time. The only solution I see is to replace the entire switch assembly.

So, I decided to:

Add a hazard button because I mainly use this motorcycle in the city.

Give up on the ABS control and display because I don't plan on doing intensive off-roading.

Remove the clutch switch because it's particularly ugly and only used to prevent starting without the clutch engaged. So this switch is just a possible source of trouble without added value.

I was torn between different models... The one on the right in the photo is nice, minimalist, with a retro and off-road style, but the buttons are not pleasant to use, and it lacks a hazard button. So, I opted for the larger left-hand unit, which is less elegant.

When you buy a switch, the connector is never the same as the one on the vehicle. So, rewiring a connector is necessary. I could have cut the harness of the original connector, but I wanted to keep it intact.

The switch I chose also has a connection for a clutch sensor, but I will cut these wires and short them out. This makes for a cleaner control setup and eliminates a potential failure point.

The original switch uses a DJ7021 9-pin connector. I ordered such a connector, pre-wired here, and it mounted on the switch without any particular issue.

The remaining question is whether the flasher relay can handle controlling all four turn signals simultaneously for the hazard function. However, it is not shown in the motorcycle's wiring diagram, and I have never spotted it on the bike. Strange.

I try it anyway, and once mounted on the bike, everything works perfectly, except for the turn signal that doesn't flash. That's when I realized that the flasher relay is integrated into the original switch. This is the first time I've seen this. Checking the website of the spanish supplier LEONELLI [link] , it's confirmed from the catalog [link] that states : "Central de intermitencia incorporada / Incorporated flashing unit".

When changing the switch, you must therefore add a separate flasher relay. You should choose a 3-wire relay so that the flashing frequency is independent of the type and number of turn signals. But where to place this relay? There really isn't any free space. I thought about putting it near the regulator, but it's too hot, and there's not enough space under the tank. Eventually, the relay found its place under the seat with the electrical components.

In the end, I now have a standard and pleasant turn signal control, easily accessible headlight and horn buttons, and the addition of hazard lights. But I admit it's not very aesthetically pleasing.

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[doggirltaurgirlsheath]

copying this from my oc worldbuilding server, all originally under a spoiler but ill put this under a readmore. this is like, p venty so dont expect much sexy, just explaing some lore for the character i use as an icon on here and another "if you wanna ask me about my characters heres everything about them" call

ruby's whole bit is largely me dealing with the like. adhd/autistic feeling of being wasted potential, the "where would i be if my brain just worked" kinda thing.

ruby is a roxanne from fnaf unit (because ive always imagined those being semi-mass produced and shipped off to the entertainment complexes) who was broken and malfunctioning from the getgo. not in like a snaps and murders people kinda way, just had alot of performance issues and the voicebox never worked and the battery always seemed to be drained and they couldnt figure out how to fix it, so they just left her out and eventually she was bought by a resturant who didnt mind and just wanted a robot in general.

she never performed, she wasnt cut out to do so, she was mostly treated as a restoration project by whoever bought her. as always happens in these sorts of things, she gained sentience and was allowed to just do her own thing. importantly, the issues that plagued her from the beginning were never fixed. shes still mute and is always on low, power saving mode but still needs to recharge every two weeks ish apposed to the two months the functional animatronics need.

she keeps to herself and is largely removed from whoever bought her, so i havent felt the need to establish much about them. over time shes become her own thing but that looming feeling of not living up to the full potential she could be it has always been there. recently theres been alot of big stressful shit happening in my day to day and its been nice having a character to be in the headspace of "despite not having any effort to give, youre still appreciated" sort of thing

and the pinups and specific kink art ive gotten of her have been an extension of me also going thru a "wait im ace in a really specific way" arc and being able to put those feelings somewhere in a character i was already going to get the tits drawn of anyway.

if you have any questions or any thoughts to lend, im very open to discuss and worldbuild, just keep in mind shes come from a very specific mental state ive been in for a hot moment and not the usual Hotted Woman Sexy Style i tend to make.

[kalims]

Oh I loved traveler's mom dating Zhongli! Could I please ask for something like that but with either Baal or Beidou if it's not too much to ask?

✉ ⋮ of course! I'm always down to be gay for women. you didn't specify so I'll just give some headcanons 😠 also the setting for this post is after baal's story quest so no lumine for now, I'm also going with aether as the canon twin :)

fluff, established relationship. I love lesbians <33

┊EI / BAAL

this was actually a very interesting dynamic to write about, as we all know ei here is using raiden shogun as some sorts of vessel or perhaps the term 'puppet' is more fitting. so raiden shogun is less willing and will definitely not let you meet ei herself unless you're accompanying either of the travelers.

so let's see it as this, aether paying the plane of euthymia a visit to check up on ei but with you offering to accompanying him, albiet curious by the almighty shogun. of course, aether had already provided you with the true story of ei's realm made out of her will and consciousness.

the meeting is a bit awkward but it'll escalate to a comfortable atmosphere that has aether feeling that's he's some kind of third wheel that's trespassing on a forbidden date that he shouldn't witness, but alas he won't agree to giving away his mom so easily even when he believes that ei will take good care of you.

with her growing fondness that she doesn't want to admit. ei eventually comes to a conclusion that you are always welcome to come visit her personally, maybe chat with her and discuss common interests and so she installs a function in the raiden shogun to spare you some time to bond unless you want to talk to ei which the shogun will gladly let you in.

aether is admittedly quite peeved that you always go on and visit her euthymia instead of informing him beforehand, though you are an adult capable taking care of yourself and you definitely don't need your son trying to stop you from a possible chance of happiness and it seems like he's vividly aware of that so he let's it go reluctantly.

paimon still isn't used to being transported to where ei is so the only thing you need to know that aether and paimon are in the euthymia are her little shrieks of suprise. it's a good thing she's so loud because you didn't know how to explain to aether that you uh.. pecked the electro archon on the lips. but it's not like he'll be able to do anything to stop you! you're still the mom that won't hesitate to scold his ass anyways.

the sight of you taking a leisure stroll with baal is surprisingly a very common occurrence amongst the streets of inazuma, onlookers still hadn't gotten used to the shogun looking like she's practically glowing when with you, scratch that both of you are literally glowing. from happiness? perhaps.

the twins and paimon now have two hot moms, and yes. even aether thinks so, and he knows lumine will be ecstatic knowing this too. this only urges him to get his journey over with faster so you can all finally reunite.

I just thought of a headcanon that mother reader (you) is the one that tends aether's braid and keeps it fluffy but convenient enough to fight in, so maybe what if you also styles ei's hair? its so long and well kept so who wouldn't want to drag their fingers around her gorgeous hair while she stays quiet, possibly quite flustered. definitely not you!

generally, this is a very innocent relationship. with ei willing enough to go out of her boundaries to please you but she's also curious to what lovers do exactly but she's too shy to ask of it. usually, she might gather the courage to ask you of your travels to which you happily oblige. it ends up with her head seated on your lap as she listens to you ramble in the realm that once suffocated her with overbearing loneliness.

will beelzebub look upon her with a smile?

┊BEIDOU

ong, this is one cute duo alright.

I've never mentioned this, but for pure comedic purposes. mother reader likes to consume alcohol on a daily basis, but atleast once a week. it helps her forget about the stress about possibly spending months, or even years looking for her lost daughter even if it's temporary, it keeps her mind off it.

yes enough with that, once beidou and you are introduced it'll quickly turn for the worse or better aether can't tell because you're both now drinking buddies that are honestly kinda loud for their good but that applies to the captain more.

to be honest, you probably confused aether with kazuha when you were drunk and inazuman just stood there like:👤 as you hugged him warmly thinking it was aether. and your son was positively confused as to why you were embracing kazuha, low-key also jealous??

beidou once made a joke about kazuha being her son while you remarked with "omg it's like we're all big family you know?? we both have cute sons!" then both of you proceeded to laugh before teasing aether and kazuha who just wanted to leave out of embarrassment.

aether doesn't know whether to dislike beidou or not because she's obviously got something for you, he decides against it in the end because she really hasn't done anything wrong. plus, attraction is something one can't control so he can't really blame her.

in the rare nights where beidou is the one that steers the fleet, you always don't hesitate to join her for a night alone. the few numbers of the crew that were unfortunate enough to not sleep early has met their demise. however there are some times where both of you just settle down for a heart-felt talk, sparing those who were awake your mercy. 💪

when beidou feels as though you've been missing being back on foot, she doesn't hesitate to let the crew drop both of you off alone for maybe a little date, her treat! behind the scenes, beidou secretly convinced kazuha to distract that traveler and his small companion to which he agrees in the end since he can't really say no unless he wants to get thrown off the ship but he doubts that the captain is as cruel as that.

beidou's part was really short since I couldn't think of anything else and I have a stupid runny nose 🤬🤬 bye you didn't see me.

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