#as I was typing this I realized I put day 4 twice

[imakestuff1987]

Cult of the Lamb Inktober Prompts

Praise the lamb!!! This is fanmade and just for fun :-) You don't have to do every single prompt, do ones that are cool! Skip a few days! Do only 3 of them!! Just have fun and be silly I'll try my best to do all of them!! I have the first day completed so I'll post that Oct 1st!

Check below for the prompts in next form 🐑(long text)

1. Flower 2. Pumpkin 3. Silk 4. Crystal 4. Relic 5. Bird 6. Fish 7. Fire 8. Sermon 9. Heretic 10. Sacrifice 11. Fleece 12. Feast 13. Alone 14. Blessing 15. Mushroom 16. Sleep 17. Charity 18. Chains 19. Regret 20. Tarot 21. Crown 22. Decorate 23. Family 24. Cat 25. Chapel 26. Master 27. Poop 28. Gambling 29. Brothers 30. Gold 31. Blood Moon Festival

[otakubimbo]

.The Rabbit and The Wolf

Bad date and confessions

You’re still trying to get your not a date but a date with Iruka out of your head when you get some information that sends you into a spiral.

MDNI. MATURE CONTENT.

Ch 1 2 3 4 5

master list

OBN: okay so i realized that i uploaded chapter 4 twice so here's chp 5, it's a lil shorter than the regular chapters cause i cut the original into 2. hehe. mwah!

All night long Kakashi’s face plagued your dreams, tossing and turning with the thoughts of him. As you awake, if you could even call it that since you didn’t even sleep, you realize you’re covered in sweat and your bonnet has escaped you in the night.

“Fuck” You groan attempting to pull yourself from the entrapment of your sheets. It was a long day before it even began, dragging yourself to the bathroom to get a good look at yourself. Yeah, you looked exactly like how you felt. Like shit. Hopefully, a shower will fix you up a bit; the steaming hot water should put some life back into you.

After your shower, you hadn’t even realized that you were already running behind, you would have to go visit your sister after training or you would be late. Barley putting yourself together, you hurry to the training grounds, but you are still late to your standards especially since Sasuke was already there.

“You look terrible” He comments, noticing you as you walk up.

“Thanks, didn’t notice.” You say pushing your palm into his forehead for his rudeness.

“Must have been one hell of a date.”

You groan with an exaggerated roll of your eyes telling him to watch his mouth, “It wasn’t a date Sasu, first of all. Second, where is your respect for your sensei and her personal life?”

“I’ve known you for too long for that to matter,” he says casually which makes you roll your eyes even harder as you give your body the stretch that he needed. Unfortunately, he was right, he was like a little brother to you, and just like a little brother, he was annoying.

“Are you seeing him again?” His question throws you off guard. He wasn’t one to usually ask these kinds of questions.

“Well, well, well, aren’t you nosy today? I mean, Yeah, we are friends. We will see each other when ya know we all hang or whatever.” You respond with a shrug of your shoulders.

“So, it didn’t go well.” He comments chuckling to himself. You flick him right in the forehead this time.

“Please stop” You groan putting your face into your hands. The last thing you wanted was more reminders of last night.

Eventually, the rest of the team shows up, well besides Kakashi of course, and they immediately both start pestering you about last night. The vein in your head would explode at any moment if they wouldn’t stop bothering you about it, so you made them a deal. If they could land a hit on you before Kakashi showed up, you would tell them about your night. You assumed it was going to be easy, except the training that you had been putting them through was having them show actual improvements. There were movements that you could feel they may have to take them with some type of seriousness.

“Well better luck next time, kids” You chuckle taking a place beside Kakashi as soon as he decides to arrive, “Took you long enough.” You elbow him in his side.

“I was actually late for a reason today. We have a mission.” He states holding up a scroll in his hand. “We just must deliver this, simple enough. But there is a festival happening in the village we are going to so I thought it would be nice. A reward for all the hard work.”

Naruto and Sakura celebrate, of course, while you look at the man confused. You place your hand on the side of his face to check for warmth.

“You sick? Who are you and what have you done with Kakashi?” You question as you’re still trying to gauge his temperature. He swats your hand away. You have never known this man to do anything easy.

“Yes, I’m fine. There's nothing wrong with taking things easy for once.” He remarks casually.

“Hmmn, well y’all have fun with that.”

“Oh. You’re coming on this mission too.”

“Me?” You question and you can see him smirking under his mask.

“Yes, you.” He responds, bringing even more joy out of Naruto. “We can discuss the details of the mission. Everyone else go get ready, it’ll be a three-day trip.” He dismisses the kids, and you stand there knowing that there must be something else going on for you to also have to go.

“So, what’s the actual mission?” You ask him once the kids leave.

“Your favorite, a little recon, a little stealing intel.”

A huge grin spreads across your face. These were your favorite missions, and they were always your favorite with Kakashi because there would always end up being some type of bet involved between the two of you.

“Oh, this is going to be fun. Just like old times. I knew you weren’t getting soft on me” You playfully pushed him.

“There really is a festival and I do want the kids to enjoy themselves, that wasn’t a lie.”

“Awh you are getting soft on me in your old age.” You laugh at him while he just rolls his eye, and you stick your tongue back out at him in return. You were really excited for this. Back to what you were good at, what you loved. Maybe get to fight a bit, hopefully. You haven’t gotten your hands dirty in so long.

The two of you go your separate ways and you head to see your sister since you didn’t get to see her that morning.

The first thing out of her mouth when she sees you is about your ‘NOT’ date, which makes you immediately groan before you fill her in on everything that happened. By the time you were done, your sister was laughing her ass off at the whole ordeal.

“It’s honestly not that funny.” You grumble crossing your arms. Your sister was laughing so hard it was bringing tears to her eyes, which she wiped away before settling down.

“It actually is considering you didn’t view it as a date at all and then he had such confidence to kiss you. It’s hilarious.”

At the very least, you were glad to bring a smile to her face even if it was at your expense. She was looking better and healthier, she even was feeling better according to her. Maybe she would be able to leave soon, you hoped.

“Anyways,” You start, making her lay back down “I actually have a mission to go on tomorrow with Team 7.”

“They’re sending those kids on such a dangerous mission it requires you to go?” She questions, a bit concerned.

“Nah, it's mainly a mission for me and Kakashi, they’re just coming with us because the old softy wants them to go to this festival.”

“Awh, he really is a sweet man” She compliments, and you snort.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. It should be a fun easy mission though.”

“Good, I know you're ready to get back out instead of babysitting your big sister.”

“Don’t be silly, you always come before anything. You and me.” Your hand reaches out to hers, grasping her small fingers gently.

“You and me” She repeats back to you, using her other hand to pat yours, “I know.” Her smile is soft and gentle.

The two of you talked casually after that, about random things and whatnot until you had to leave. As you leave the hospital, you run into Kakashi.

“How’s she doing?” He asks as a greeting.

A smile sets on your features, your eyes softening with the thought of her “She’s doing really good actually, a lot better. I really think she could make it through this. Ya know, unlike our mom.” The smile on your face, wavering a bit.

“Well, she’s strong like you so I know she’ll be fine,” he says attempting to calm your thoughts, it’s as if he can hear the worried voice in the back of your head.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You say, pausing to look at him, realizing you had never thanked him for looking after your sister while you were away. “Uhm, thanks by the way.”

He looked down at you confused, “For what?”

“Ya know, checking on my sister and everything while I was off on all those missions.” You say avoiding his gaze.

“Of course, the both of you mean a lot to me, “he says so casually as if that didn’t make you stop breathing for a second.

‘The both of you’.

If you meant so much to him, why did he leave you alone after your night together and then immediately avoid you? If you were going on this mission with him, you would have to ask him. It had been hanging in your thoughts for too long.

“Thanks anyways. Can we walk and talk?” You ask nervously, not knowing how you would be able to approach this.

“Uh, sure.” He says and you immediately turn and start walking in the direction of your house feet moving automatically. “What did you want to talk about?” Your behavior was confusing him because you’re not one to act so nervous, hands fumbling with a shruniken with your lips pursed in thought.

“I was just thinking” You start not knowing where to really go with the conversation. He can tell there is really something on your mind so he’s patient and allows you to get your thoughts together.

“Ya know this is our first mission together since before my sister's wedding.”

“It is” he commented, assuming where this conversation was going. He just thought you were going to let it go by the way you had been acting previously.

“And then my sister's wedding happened.” You continue, even though you brought up the topic it was as if you were avoiding the main point.

“it did” His gaze follows down to your face as you steel your nerves to proceed.

“And then what happened after.”

“And then what happened after.” He repeated back to you, making you stop in your tracks to face him. You finally look up to meet his gaze on you. His expression is unreadable, but you knew you had to continue regardless of your hesitations. What were you supposed to be afraid of?

“Why did you leave and then disappear on me?” You ask, looking him dead in the face hoping your voice sounded stronger than you felt. There was a long silence between the two of you. His face is still unreadable, and you hoped he couldn’t see the small panic you were feeling. Luckily for you, your expression was as unreadable as his to him. Eventually, he’s the first one to break eye contact with a sigh.

“Because afterward, I realized I was in love with my best friend,” he confessed, lifting his head back up to hold your gaze once again.

 It felt like your brain stopped working for a second. The gears in your head are completely unmoving.

“I’m sorry. What?” You ask, as your brain finally comes back online.

“I said,” He took a step forward, taking your face into his hand. The rough pads of his fingers move along your cheek. “That night I realized I was in love with you. That I had been in love with you for so long. And that terrified me because I didn’t want to lose you.”

You just stare up at him, eyes big as saucers blinking.

“You were in love with me?” You ask barely above a whisper. This was not what you expected.

“I am in love with you.” He corrected. ‘Am’ present tense.

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[kisses4lao]

leans into the mic ... period sex with kenshi ..... ? /nf

blind or not, either works; do what you want, comrade i j- i just need him very badly PFFJNRHJFJ

here's a pic of your favorite pookie shmookie wookie bookie boo beekeeper btw (wheezed typing it but i am, in fact, putting respect on his name bestie)

Oh em geee

How could I resist when you add such a breedable pic of pookie shmookie wookie bookie boo of who is also a beekeeper???? I simply cannot

I've been kind of into Kenshi as of recently,,, most fics with him are poly with Johnny and that's cool and all but Johnnys just not for me 4 realz

Tw/cw: AFAB reader, blind Kenshi it's relevant to the plot, you guys are dating but it's only mentioned like twice, humongous blood kink(it's Kenshis), pet names (princess, beautiful), smiley Kenshi, he's just happy to be there, probably incorrect sento usage, finger fucking, cursing, piv, pwp ish, reader is embarrassed bc period blood smells, Kenshi is a man tho so he doesnt care

Not proofread get over it

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Kenshi has always been a loving and compassionate person. Given that you're his girlfriend, he's shown a side of himself that he's shown very few others. He's a man who loves date nights and taking things slowly just as much as he loves doing things in the heat of the moment.

Period sex was something he was more than willing to do. If he thought he could help your pain by outweighing it with pleasure, he'd be on his knees in mere seconds. As much as he loves seeing you squirm underneath him, he'd be more than willing to just cuddle you until it was over. At the end of the day, the choice was always yours.

He couldn't help but want to take you in those moments, however. Something about you bleeding for days on end did something to him. While he knew that you must hurt, your cramps have been killing you all day and you can't walk because of them, some part of him just wanted to have your blood dripping from him as he made love to you.

In short, dating you was how Kenshi realized he had a blood kink. It's mild to the point he doesn't think about it often, but when you're on your period, he practically goes insane. All he wants to do is be near you, to touch you, all that good stuff.

Kenshi wouldn't even realize he had a blood kink for the longest time. He'd be so overwhelmed by the feeling of his hands and cock covered in blood and practically getting high off the smell he couldn't focus on anything but finishing. It was only until later when he was laying in the bath tub with you that he'd realize that he's never felt like this with anyone, just you. He'd eventually come to the realization that period sex gets him so turned on because of his blood kink and ends up embracing it more.

That being said, when you got the news Kenshi was blinded due to a series of unfortunate events, you had spent sleepless days and nights waiting for him to come home.

And he did.

It took you both a while to get used to his new living condition, but you made it work. Since one of his senses got removed, this meant his other senses were heightened. Taste, hearing, touch, but most importantly, smell.

His sense of smell got much stronger than he'd expected, he could smell practically anything, but he had specifically made it a point to familiarize himself with your scent. Your perfumes, body wash, shampoo, just you in general. He made sure he knew what you smelled like, that way he knew it was you.

So when you got on your period, he could tell before you did. You and him were sleeping together, cuddling as usual. He woke up first and upon waking up, he was hit with a smell he hadn't noticed the night before. It was a familiar one, just much stronger than what he's used to.

He was practically stunned. He didn't really know what to do, considering you guys haven't done much since his premature blinding. He felt like waking you up, telling you that he needs you as he began to feel the familiar feeling of his cock straining in his boxers.

But he resisted. He had to, would you really want to be woken up over this? He was able to watch you slightly through sento, being mounted on your wall in front of your shared bed, he could see you both decently enough. You didn't show any signs of movement, nor signs you were awake.

He could feel your soft breaths puff onto his collar bone as he could feel his cock twitch. He could feel you shifting in the bed as he watched you through sento. He could see you were starting to wake up, and cuddled into his chest more.

You placed small kisses on what he thought was your face (it was the top of your head but don't tell him) as you woke up more from the feeling. Your small giggles filled the room as you playfully pushed back, locking him into a sweet kiss before laying your head next to his.

"Morning Kenshi," was all you currently had the strength to say. "Morning beautiful" He replies back with his usual smile. He always loved calling you pet names, specifically in the morning, so this wasn't out of the usual.

What was unusual, however, was his heavy breathing. It was slightly faster than usual, and specifically through his nose... You found this odd, obviously, and you began to think about what could be different. It was obvious enough that he was soaking in your scent, he always has, but nothing was out of the usual. Nothing that you knew yet, at least.

You had thought back to last night when you and Kenshi had bathed together, you always had taken showers and baths together, but due to the fact he can no longer see anything, you've decided to help him with such. You used the same body wash, the same shampoo, conditioner... Nothing that he hasn't smelled already.

Then, it hit you. You were on your period. Of course you were, your body just had to choose the worst possible time for you to get your period. You internally sigh as you now understand why Kenshis been acting odd.

Kenshi could see you contemplating through sento, he could see how embarrassed you were. He felt bad for thinking such dirty things, maybe he shouldn't have been feeling like this, but he couldn't help it.

It wasn't that you were embarrassed by the fact you were on your period, it was that fact that he had an enhanced smell now. You knew that Kenshi was into period sex, it's just you thought it'd be embarrassing with the smell. You sigh aloud and get disappointed in how your precious pair of panties that you liked oh so much now have to be period panties.

Kenshi knew that you were upset by this, he just didn't know what to say. Should he come out and just say how the smell turned him on? It smells like you, just, enhanced. That's what he liked about it. It smelled like you, the pussy that he'd give his life for, THATS what he was into.

"I'm- sorry. It must smell bad-" he cut you off.

"It doesn't. It smells like you. Not your hair products, not your perfume, you. It's amazing to be able to know what you smell like, this is just enhancing it. I like it, honestly."

Although sweet, it was weird. You just didn't exactly expect a man to understand this sort of thing. You felt somewhat relieved, just a bit weird about the situation. He could tell by your facial expressions that you were. He took your hands in his and continued speaking.

"Your scent, knowing you're here with me throughout everything I'm going through, it brings me comfort. You bring me comfort. Knowing you're here, next to me, fills me with a joy you wouldn't believe. So no, waking up to the scent of you would never disgust me."

How poetic. He pulled you into a small kiss, relishing in how amazing you taste. He could smell a small bit of arousal form in you, panties getting some how wetter as he puts his thighs between your legs, prodding at your heat.

You whimper at the feeling, opening your mouth slightly in the process. Kenshi takes this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring it as he felt you grind on his thigh.

His hands unclasp themselves from yours as he took one and dragged it to your panties. Slipping his hand inside, he can feel the heat radiate off of your pussy, practically begging him to touch you. He gathers your wetness on his fingers, pushing one inside you as his thumb plays with your clit.

You moan out and break the kiss in the process. You lay your head next to his as your breathing became harsh, gripping the bedsheets as he continued his motions. "God I wish I could see you, I know you look beautiful like this." He bit his lip as he could feel you clench from the praise.

He slips in another finger and earns another moan from you. Kenshi could feel his cock twitching in its confines, begging to be inside you, but he needed to wait till you were properly stretched. You, however, had different plans. You could see the tent in his pants, and you were practically drooling over it. You placed your hand on his bulge, Kenshi lets out a surprised moan from it.

"Princess,, you're goin' to make me cum if you touch me like that. Good girls keep their hands to themselves, yes?" He questioned you as he continued his pace of finger fucking and clit rubbing.

You try your hardest to stifle your moans, but your back arching to the feeling of Kenshis fingers curling inside you wasn't something you could ignore. Your chest pressed against his as your soft hand squeezed his forearm.

Your whines and begs for release made Kenshi go faster, making you cum harshly in his fingers. He placed his fingers in his mouth, swirling his tongue around them and letting out a moan at the taste.

"Delicious as always, you treat me so well." He laughs as he climbs on top of you. He takes off his boxers and you make quick work of stripping yourself as well. He gives his hard cock a few strokes, he can feel you staring at him as he does.

"Look what you do to me princess, all for you." He gives you a cheeky grin before aligning his tip with your opening. He pushes himself inside you at a slow pace, taking in how your walls cling to him.

As he began to thrust into you, he could feel your blood painting his lower abdomen. He felt lightheaded as he could smell you on himself, small droplets of your blood fell down his thigh and he can feel himself cumming.

Luckily, he can control himself. Not when it comes to thrusting into you, though. Kenshi hooks both your legs onto his shoulders, his hands place themselves on your waist as he lifts you up enough to where his thighs are below you, keeping you elevated at all times. Hes thrusting into you at a high pace, high enough for your body to be shaking with every thrust but not enough for you to be overwhelmed.

His harsh pace continues as his hands angle you slightly lower, making him repeatedly hit your g-spot. You cry out his name and your hands fly to his head, tugging on his hair as he feels himself get closer.

"Close- Kenshi- I'm so-" you moan again as his grip on your waist tightens. Kenshi has to use sento to see you, but luckily, he was able to move the sword to a different position. He was able to see just how painted he was- how you both were painted in blood. His hips begin to falter as he gets lightheaded with pleasure once again.

He was also lucky enough to see your back arch as your head fell back in pleasure, coming on his cock in the process. "You did so good for me princess, I, ugh, I'm goin' to cum so hard for you," and seconds later, he lets out a deep groan before collapsing onto you, cum leaking out of your now abused hole.

It took you both a few minutes to get your breath back. Once you did, you just laid with each other for a bit. As you played with Kenshis hair, he rolls over, exposing his lower abdomen to you.

"You're covered in blood." You giggle out. Using sento again, he was able to see himself. He was actually, and within seconds he had turned back to you.

"Up for another round?" He asked with a smile.

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A/n: to everyone who's been using my asks to say they appreciate my fics and the videos I use for headers, I love you. Except for that one person that said size kinks were disguised pedophilia, please stay far away from me

[gremlinmodetweeker]

König aka The Human Weighted Blanket pt 1

Let it be known by anyone and everyone that, based on my stupid quick google searches, only less 4% of US men are taller than König. Less than 1% of women in the US are taller than König. So, if I'm guessing that the majority of english speaking fans are in North America or Europe (and this is a very uneducated rough guess), which are two places with very tall people, then I am going to make the uneducated guess that König has probably met only at most 5 people in his entire life that are taller than him. The likelihoods of you being in that 5 are slim, so bear with me when I choose to write a YN shorter than König. Again, forgive me for being a bit discriminatory when writing here, but if you'd like a post for taller YNs, please tell me.

Okay, so, König is big, we just covered this in the above paragraph. But the thing is, height is one thing. Weight is another. To keep a man like König fit, he eats a lot of food, and I think he builds to be a broad man as well as a tall man. This is someone who makes a door frame look small when he ducks through it (which btw, average standard door height is 6'8). So with such a big body, such immense strength, he has learned to be a very gentle man.

König is the type of person who really makes an effort to control himself. He has extraordinary self discipline that he makes an effort to exert every day. He's not the kind of guy to be caught slacking in this department. He's not gentle to an effeminate state, he's still a big gruff man, but if he wanted to he could crush a watermelon with his hands. He is quite careful when opening bags of chips. As a teenager, his mother would have him vacuum up his messes, which is probably what drilled this principle into his head.

So this is where you come in.

König is always gentle and careful with the amount of force he puts on other people. When you tell him to lay on you, he's a bit confused.

It doesn't matter if you're 4'8 or 6'9, he's going to be worried about you. Obviously more if you're a pipsqueak (like me, hehe), but even if you're tall and strong like him he'll still be nervous. He really isn't used to this sort of request. Who the heck asks for this? Who tells him to do this?

If you're asking just because you want him to, he's much more hesitant. Why would you want to be crushed? He's never really heard of such a thing. He can't understand why. Sure, he'll do it, but you probably won't get his full weight (not until he realizes that you're serious about this, at least). He doesn't lay on you for long, and he doesn't push you in any way, and instead is constantly asking if you're alright because he's worried he'll break you. He is so confused.

If you're neurodivergent or something, then he'll understand a bit more, but he'll still be nervous. It'll take less convincing to get him to relax, but still he'll worry. After all, you're a human being and he doesn't want to hurt you. He especially doesn't want to hurt you because you asked for him to do something nice for you. That would devastate him.

Now, the thing that will crush him. If you're having an anxiety attack, you needn't tell him twice. He'll do anything to help. Genuinely. He knows what anxiety attacks are like himself. He'd never wish that pain on anyone else. So if you manage to string the words together to ask for help (and I am so proud of you for being so strong), he'll do it for you without a second of hesitation. Well, somewhat. He'll lay on you, yes, but he'll hold back a bit. It might take you telling him you'll be alright for him to fully relax himself. So yes, you will need to remind him you're okay, but only once. Then he'll do it for you. And the next time you have a panic attack, he'll do it again without you having to ask again. He'll do it for you whenever he can.

[quimichi]

-╰──╮FREMINET BF HEADCANONS ╭──╯-

Freminet x GN!Reader

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ when he first met you he wasn't expecting that you both would end up being in more contact

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ yk, since people usually ask him for favors or about his siblings. But you actually asked him what the feeling of diving in the depths of Fontaine feels like.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ I mean yes he was hella surprised that you have an actual genuine interest in this. It was much easier to keep up the conversation with you, it felt so light and easy. Time flew by so fast that Pers had to remind him that he needs to get home

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ oh and you obviously also asked him about Pers and all the other fascinating machines he build

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ Freminet usually doesn't needs to be seen by others. Hes perfectly fine with being alone, most of the time. He has the ocean, his siblings and Pers and thats all he'll ever need. That's what he thought at least

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ telling you goodbye felt strange, he didn't wanted to actually go although he knew he had to. You told him you'll meet again soon you promised yourself this

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ at home he felt guilty, all he did was talk about him and not about you. He felt awfully unpolite. But it felt good having someone actually listen to you, someone who actually hears him

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ so yeah, this is how you guys met, and when we skip over the awkward parts where both of you got closer, into a friendship and finally to the day where he confesses his feelings it was around 4 months

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ his confession you ask? Well easy, you both discovered this new but small underwater cave, you could actually breath in this one just fine and it had all those beautiful shell's plastered over the walls. Both of you were so drawn to these shells you spend quite some time in there just looking at and collecting them

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ and that was when he realized how great it is to have you around. Without you he would just be happy he discovered something new, take one or two shells, spend some time in there and then go back up. But with you, he actually has someone to talk to and discover new things together, not only discover the ocean but also discover friendship or in this case also, love.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ and his first one too omg

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ he was so confused when he first got his heart rate up trough the roof when you held his hand in a water turbulence. When he got home that day he asked Lynette about it, cause asking lyney would end in a disaster.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ "Simply put, you fell in love" she said while taking a sip out of her cup. "Oh", what a boring reaction coming form the guy who sits there wide eyed with red dusted cheeks

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ felt pretty dumb ngl, like he reads all those fairytale books and in every single one is romance. And yes he did squeal once or twice whole reading. And since he only knows this type of love, the hopless forever together one, he takes reference from these books

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ he did practice and all but putting it into action is....complicated. those new emotions are kinda in his way and he got no idea how to handle them well

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ Lynette obviously did had pity with him and helped him around. She at least made him understand his feelings and for once he talked about those new found emotions openly.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ you really make a change on this shy guy, good job. Now you just need to accept his confession and you're done!

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ so here he is, fumbling with his fingers while trying to not stumble out his favorite lines of the princes he read about. The mix was definitely, interesting? Some words you knew some words you didn't but you got the idea behind it

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ all you could do was also awkwardly stand around looking at him with both excitement and pure nervousness. Awwww look at two socially awkward beans being in love

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ Lyney would definitely take a picture if he was there rn for the family album just to tell you guys in a few years when you're still together that "he was definitely right and he told you guys so"

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ good thing Freminet actually didn't tell him anything cause that chaos would be something for sure

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ at the end of the confession he gave you a romaritime flower. Yes, in Fontaine rainbow roses mean love, but this is Freminet, Romaritime flowers are his sign of love and appreciation

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ you accepted both the flower and his confession by telling him you feel the same and yeah...awkward again like wtf do people do after a confession??? He didn't know, you didn't know, you both just got back up and you hugged him (he was the more awkward one ngl) and asked if a 'date' tomorrow would be ok. Ya'll just meet at your house and get to a Cafe like basic shit yk

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ AND NOW FINALLY THE BF HDCS

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ in the beginning both of you were shy and awkward, he more than you ngl

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ ok so, doesn’t matter where you go, Pers is always with you guys and how can you complain hes the absolute cutest. You'll always hold him and even talk to him and he makes cute noises back at you. This all just warms freminets heart seeing you both get along so well

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ dates are mostly spend in the ocean, but not always underwater sometimes you both just swim and have fun. Like playing with the otters or relaxing.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ and now he also finally told Lyney about it to and he was devastated. "How could you not tell your dear big brother about all of this?! You broke my heart, why would you do this" hes literally clutching his chest dramatically. "This is exactly the reason" - Lynette

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ but I don't wanna portrait Lyney as absolutely obnoxious. Hes is obviously happy for his brother and very proud he stepped out of his comfort zone to discover new things and emotions and he's so glad you have the patience for all of this. He was nervous and worried at first but he trusts you like no one else and will help if you ever need it. So will Lynette

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ Freminet just looks at you apologetic, boy cringes when Lyney is acting wild-

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ Hes also now working on a little project for you. Wanting to build you your own little Pers. Obviously inspired by your favorite animal may it be a horse, elephant or rat. He doesn't cares he will take his time to build you something you will hopefully adore just as much he adores Pers

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ whenever 'father' makes him cry, or any other situation, the first he does is look for you before he lets all those tears fall. Ans those tears are not only because of the current problem, also because of his fear of your rejection when you find out what secret he hides

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ he wishes to tell you, but he can't, yet. It's so complicated and hard coming up with the right words that may change everything entirely or not

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ ok--away from all the sad stuff for now. Let's talk about PDA. Holding hands, ok. Linking arms, ok. A kiss on the cheek, hmmmm yeah ok-. More than this? No---

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ he's already nervous in private imagine what happens in public? You just got together you don't need to rush yet :)

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🤍 ꒱ you got plenty of time ♡

A/n: when I tell you this turned out horrible haha-

[dckweed]

here's part two of jake and babygirl, i'm actually really really in love with them and it may or may not be because i constantly have baby fever. anyway, im thinking about making this a fun lil series that you guys can send in any prompts or requests for that come to mind ! silly, angsty, fluffy whatever doesn't matter, just figured that since this started off as a request that i could continue on its life that way as well..

i want to be completely honest with you guys, for the past two months now i have been in eating disorder treatment 3 hours a day 6 days a week..as of this week, ive been stepped down to 3 hours a day 4 days a week and will be completely stepping down from treatment by the end of the month..this has taken up alot of time, and alot of attention and typically by the time my day is over i am completely spent and mentally drained and haven't been putting much effort into you guys, but as part of my treatment i am going to start posting at least twice a week (if not every day) as a way of self care, because fic writing is genuinely a form of self care for me.

thank you for being patient with me, and please feel free to send in asks!

warnings: pregnancy! jake being completely soft for his babygirl but also being completely angered by her situation..morning sickness mentions, food aversion mentions, just floofy fluffness okay? use of y/n once, but other than that is just babygirl as usual. not super long but i love it. part one

'STAY WITH ME, PLEASE..' jake 'hangman' seresin

A week into your vacation Jake had convinced you to go to an obstetrician after learning that you hadn't seen one yet, concerned for your health and the health of the little thing in your womb, whom he was already attached to, even if it wasn't his. It was there that you learned that you were almost eleven weeks along, Jake sat in the room with you, holding your hand as the ultrasound tech dims the lights. He squeezes it as she squirts more warm jelly on your tummy than you thought necessary and digs the wand in at an uncomfortable angle, moving it and the gel around your skin. You were just barely showing signs of a baby bump, and you were shocked to find out just how big the baby actually was by this point.

"How is it already that big?" Jake asks exactly what you were thinking, making the tech chuckle. He was in complete awe, there was really a tiny little being inside of you, you were growing a life form and there was nothing more beautiful than that to him in that moment.

"They grow so much faster than you realize," The woman says, a pleasant smile on her face as she stares at the screen, typing a few things in with her free hand, Jake noted from his position that they were measurements. "Would you like to know the sex?"

"Yes!" He blurts out before you could even process the question, you stare at him eyebrows furrowed, confused as to why he was so eager and amazed by something that he hadn't helped create. You thought it was wonderful though that your best friend was wanting to be so involved and caring despite your situation.

"Well, dad, you're having a little girl.." She says, catching you off guard by the mention of Jake being the dad and by the fact that you were having a daughter. Jake squeezed your hand, and even in the darkness of the room you could have sworn that he was a little teary eyed.

"Isn't that amazing, babygirl?" He asks, looking over at you. Your eyes are glued to the screen, not bothering to correct the woman on Jake not being the father, it was a difficult situation to explain and you weren't quite sure you were up for it today. Tears form in your eyes as you think about the little girl growing in your womb, who would never know her daddy. You had to admit that that was probably a good thing, he didn't deserve either of you if his initial reaction was to just leave and never come back.

You knew Jake felt the same way too, you didn't even have to ask.

"This all feels like such a fever dream.." You say softly, your head leaned against the window of his truck as he drives through the streets, away from the obstetricians office. You had a print out photo of your baby in your hand, staring down at it as you rubbed your stomach absentmindedly, your mind running in circles.

"Why's that?" Jake asks, glancing over at you for a mere second, not wanting to take his eyes off of the road for too long.

You look at him, wondering if he realizes just how fucked up the situation is. "Jake, I am pregnant..my boyfriend, the father of my baby left me because he swore i was a whore and that you were actually the father, and that was before i even knew for sure that i was pregnant.." You say, word vomit spewing from your mouth before your brain could even process what was happening. "I've just found out that i'm having a little girl who's not going to have her daddy in her life, and honestly good riddance but..but..oh my god Jake what am I going to do? This wasn't part of the plan..my daddy is going to be so disappointed in me..oh my god my mama would be so fucking upset..."

You hadn't even realized that you were crying, or that you were starting to panic, the weight of the situation fully sinking in on you. "Oh my god Jake, she's never gonna meet my mama..oh my god.." Jake doesn't know what to do, but he knows he can't let you keep crying like this. He pull's over into a parking lot, right at the beach and near a bunch of shops, pulling his truck to a stop in the first empty spot he saw. There are tears streaming down your face at this point as the thoughts of your father and your dead mother run around in your head, he had never seen you like this before but he knew that it was probably just the hormones.

"Hey," He says, his voice soft and sweet, his warm body encompassing yours as he slides across the front seat towards you, having lifted the center console up. He unclips your seatbelt and pulls you towards him, holding your head against his chest, your ear pressed right where his heart is. He had done this with you a thousand times before, the sound of his heartbeat had always brought you back to earth when you would have moments like this. "you're okay, i got you babygirl, i always got you.." He whispers, his lips moving in your hair as he presses a soft, comforting kiss to the crown of your head. Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you wondered if he knew that these were the things that made you feel like he loved you in more ways than he let on, the things that gave you the smallest glimmer of hope.

You close your eyes, listening to his heartbeat and the slight rumble in his chest as he whispered things to you, slowly but surely calming you down. After a while you let out a shaky breath, your eyes opening to see the people milling about the small shopping center. "Where are we?" You ask, voice thick from the crying. Your head hurt and your eyes were heavy, you wanted to go back to his apartment and sleep, preferably in his arms, like you used to when you guys were younger.

"We're not too far from home," He says. Home..You liked the way that sounded coming from his mouth, it was always nice to hear it. "Do you want to get out and walk around? Go sit on the beach." You shake your head, sniffling softly. He kisses the top of your head once more, rubs your shoulder with his large hand. "Okay babygirl, let's go home..you look like you need some rest." He wasn't wrong, between the morning sickness that had been plaguing you in recent days, and the stress of everything, you hadn't been getting enough rest.

You manage to stay awake for the rest of the ride back, letting the gentle breeze through the open window soothe you. Jake doesn't say a word, but you see a look on his face, his eyebrows furrowed like he was thinking really hard about something. "Jake?" You ask, turning to face him, wondering what was on his mind.

"Stay." He says, looking over at you as he pulls up to his apartment building, the truck rolling to a stop. "..I..You should be here with me, you should've been with me from the beginning, but I was too chickenshit to man up and ask." You're shocked, and start to open your mouth, wanting to stop him. "Let me finish, damn it!"

"I haven't gone a day without talkng to you or thinking about you since the day I met you, and it's not just because you were my best friend, because you always will be that, no matter what, it's because i've been in fucking love with you since day one. And maybe i'm dumb because it's taken me so long to realize it, because everyone i've ever dated knew it but dammit i know it now, and have for a long time.." He rambles, you're unsure of what to make of this, your brain still processing that you were hearing him correctly. "I..know that this isn't the ideal situation, and i know that that little girl isn't my blood, but dammit i don't care because i already think of her as my kid, and i have since i found out..I can't let you walk away, not without knowing how i feel..I want to be with you through this, and through everything else in life so i can take care of you the way that you deserve, because Y/N, nobody else in this world is ever going to love you like i do.." You feel yours well with tears and subconsciously you pinch yourself, hoping to god that you weren't dreaming. "So stay with me, please.."

"Oh, Jake.." You whisper, tears spilling once more from your eyes. You can't make any other words come out of your mouth so you just nod your head and you watch his body sag with relief before you unbuckle your seatbelt and rush forward into his already waiting arms. He squeezes you tight and presses a long kiss to the top of your head as you hiccup.

"Hey, no more tears, babygirl, okay?" He whispers, leaning your head back as he brushes the tears away with his thumb, you lean into the embrace, a smile gracing your lips as your arms go around the back of his neck.

"They're happy tears, i promise.." You say, leaning forward to press your lips against his. You had though about this moment so many times in your life, and none of your wildest dreams had every prepared your for the real thing. Jake kissed you like a man starved, his hand on the back of your head, fingers scrunching up in your hair as he presses you as hard against him as he can. You groan at the possessiveness of it, pulling back after a moment to catch your breath. You can't help but let out a chuckle, leaning your forehead against his. "You picked one hell of a time to finally fucking say it, Seresin."

"Hey! You could've said it first too you know!" He says and you can't help but laugh, relishing in the way he smiles at you.

Jake & Babygirl taglist: @bellaireland1981 @sky0401 @memoriesat30 @bat-luna-cat @memeorydotcom @mayhemmanaged

[nyx-thedragon]

Newsies thoughts part 3

so I just finished watching Newsies 1992 for the fourth time, and noted down a bunch of things I noticed or thoughts I had. I didn't do this the third time I watched bc that one was with my brother and I wanted to focus on the movie and talking and joking with him lol.

anyway, I noted down a lot of things, so prepare for a long post. (these are in order of when I thought of them, and I'm typing them from my notes app so enjoy my train of thought/how my brain thinks)

1- shoutout to Mr Kloppman for taking care of the boys

2- what's the story behind the lady that comes in singing about her son in "Carrying the Banner"? she fucking slays, but I'm very confused about it

3- they're literally just a bunch of teenage boys who've been dealt an awful hand in life but try their best to keep everyone's morale up and stay positive (me realizing how sad the reality of the newsboys is)

4- all the older newsies taking care of and helping the little ones I love them so bad

5- you can tell how close the newsies are with each other I love it. family for real

6- why does Les carry a wooden sword almost the whole movie?

7- "this is my brother David. he's older" "oh, no kiddin'"

8- love love love how all the newsies just adopt David and Les into the group immediately

9- Pulitzer needs a magnifying glass to read the big-ass headline lmao

10- Seitz lowkey seems to kinda be on the newsies' side

11- why does the crowd boo when the old guy is holding up the "round 58" sign? (during the scene where there's a boxing match going on)

12- Les and Davey immediately follow Jack in running from Snyder even though they've never been in trouble with the law

13- Davey stops Les from putting his head in the horse mask thing (?) (when they're in Medda's theatre)

14- Jack just staring at Davey while Medda coos over Les

15- genuinely Jack did not need to pull Davey by his tie. he could've grabbed his shoulder, but no. had to pick the gayest option

16- Davey inviting Jack to his house after just meeting him literally like not even 12 hours ago. and then inviting him to stay the night?? down bad behavior for real. and he seems so nervous to introduce him to his parents too ??

17- Sarah Jacobs please give me a chance please please please

18- ngl the scenes with Jack and Sarah are a little bit like,,,cringe?? idk they just don't feel right idk if they have enough chemistry for Sarah to realistically be Jack's love interest

19- bro just casually steals a horse and no one goes after him ??? (during Santa Fe)

20- the stupid fucking calculation thing Pulitzer does with his arms omg it's so funny for no reason

21- Kid Blink either doesn't see or just doesn't care that one of the Delanceys is mocking him

22- Jack puts his hand like right next to Davey's face and then slowly moves it away lol (when Jack is asking Davey what he should say to the other newsies when first planning the strike)

23- Davey staring longingly at Jack while he's up writing "strike" on the board

24- "i need some of those...what do you call 'em?" "whatever you want!" (from a random newsie in the crowd, love whoever that was)

25- Spot Conlon hears Davey say one sentence and is like 'yeah this guy never shuts up once you get him going, i can tell' (hence "walking mouth")

26- who is the newsie that just appears behind Jack while they're in Brooklyn talking to Spot??

27- Mush and Davey friendship i love you so

28- where does Race get a harmonica from for "Seize The Day"?

29- love all the littles standing on the statue pedestal during "Seize The Day"

30- Jack and Davey jump up on the statue pedestal and start kicking each other. playing footsie, boys?

oh dear lord i did not realize i noted down this much holy shit

31- Davey immediately looking for Les when the cops show up

32- the Refuge needs better security at the gate cuz how did newsies sneak in TWICE

33- they had time to choreograph a whole dance routine bro (the little seize the day reprise thing)

34- "everyone remain calm" "let's soak 'em for Crutchie!"

35- Davey gets pulled away by someone in the crowd while trying to help Jack (during the big scene when they get ambushed by the police at the distribution place)

36- why are half of the Brooklyn guys grown ass men?? and they're intimidated enough by Spot Conlon to let him be the leader? man i love Spot Conlon he's so cool

37- Spot and Kid Blink lowkey friendship love it

38- Dutchy being horizontal for the picture

39- the workers at the restaurant just watching the chaos of "King of New York"

40- i hate Snyder's face. it makes me uncomfy

41- Sarah Jacobs, how is your hair perfect right after waking up tell me your secrets

42- if they wanted the Jack and Sarah love interest story to actually work better, they should've fit more scenes of them talking

43- nah cuz actually wdym Jack's "real" name is Francis?? he doesn't look like a Francis at all (this is just me being baffled that he could be named Francis, of all things)

44- who is letting Kid Blink hang off the fucking balcony bro he is nawt gonna land on his feet

45- Race and Blink being Medda's #1 hype men <3

oh my fucking god i'm so sorry this is so long i apologize profusely. if you've made it this far, go get a little treat for yourself

46- Jack and Davey are so grabby with each other when Davey is warning Jack about Snyder

47- Medda i love you !!! (tried to fight off the police to defend Race. "he's just a child")

48- how are the newsies losing the fight against the police? there's like a thousand of them and not as many of the police (or at least it seems there's a lot less police)

49- Denton trying to get to Jack when he's captured by the police

50- Race trying to gamble with the judge, he's so unserious

51- the look Jack gives Davey when Snyder starts telling the truth about Jack (his real name, his dad not being out West)

52- i keep accidentally mixing up Specs and Dutchy lol. probably cuz they both wear glasses (i feel so bad for this omg i'm so sorry Specs and Dutchy)

53- no yeah, security at the gate of the Refuge is awful. 6 boys snuck in at once !!

54- why did Pulitzer tell Jack to shut up and listen THREE TIMES when he wasn't even talking ???

55- Davey was just standing in the courtyard outside Pulitzer's, how did no one see him?? he wasn't even hiding, dude

56- Mush shows up to get the "Newsies Banner" papers twice - once by himself and again with Kid Blink

57- "can you read? read that" (Race making sure the kids will be able to read the paper love him for that)

58- Race and Les's little friendship moment is cute ("when the distribution bell starts ringin', will we hear it?" "nah")

59- Race's reaction to Roosevelt is funny. "Roosevelt!?" (bro is shocked)

60- Denton hanging out with Les while Davey gets his papes

61- Race cheering when Jack kisses Sarah. "Jackie boy!"

whew oh dear lord I am so so so sorry for this being so fucking long. I didn't even realize I had noted down so many things I feel bad for making folks have to read this whole thing if they want to see all my thoughts. maybe I should split this in half and have two posts instead of this long one?? idk let me know what you think. also, if I got the names wrong for any newsies, please let me know I'm still learning lol.

uh yeah, this post is over now. stay hydrated, get some rest, and stay cool

[spicyvampire]

Hi, since GMM has many Thai BL series, just wondering, do you have favorites from them? If you do, do you have 10 you like most so far?

I do not have the best relationship with GeeMeeMee but over the years they have provided some tasty bls here and there, I'll try to give you a little top 10

1.Not Me (2021)

To me that's like the best GeeMeeMee show ever made, great activism story, all the storylines are compelling, it gets accidentally funny with the twins stuff and the fact that Yok the resident arsonist is tryna fuck that cop so bad, but with Yok's help Dan finished realizing that he was part of a system that was beyond fixing and it was better to get himself free of it than staying, honestly has one of the best storyline and character development ever written in a bl

2. 3 Will Be Free (2019)

A gay mafia son, a stripper and a gogo bar manager walk into a bar, shenanigans ensue. To this day, the only GeeMeeMee show to have given me an endgame throuple and frankly one of the only cannon throuples we have in bl

3. Moonlight Chicken (2023)

By god Wen fucked that old man in the chicken shop, but in all seriousness this bl probably has the best breakup storyline I've ever seen in any media ever, it's a truly masterpiece; also we saw the story of a deaf character who uses sign language and that's not something you see often in bl tbh, wish we had more Gaipa and Alan but you take what u can get

4. Cherry Magic Thailand (2023)

Honestly this one took me by surprise, I'm not a fan of remakes but they did a really good job adapting those japanese characters to a Thailand setting while keeping some of the japanese background there, and go a bit further and deeper than the original did with some of the characters

5. Wandee Goodday (2024)

This one was my obsession for the last few weeks, unfortunately I think the show lost some momentum around the middle of it, and it needed more balance on some stuff, like one of Dee's big trauma wasn't even resolved even if they showed it affecting him pretty severely at least twice, while we spend like almost the whole 2nd half of the show on Yak's, overall very silly and enjoyable and also nice asexuality representation which is not something you see often in bl

6. The Eclipse (2022)

I'm not really a high school boy bl type of person and I usually avoid them but they got me with this one, I think Akk's storyline ressemble Dan's a lot in the sense that he had to realize he was part of a system that is bad and is using him to maintain a bad status quo and then had to free himself from it even if that's all he's ever known, Ayan is of course of a great help with his flirtiness, shenanigans and overall fuck the rules attitude

7. Bad Buddy (2021)

Thai bl's Romeo and Juliet, what I loved the most about this one was the attention put on the dynamics of Pran and Pat and their respective families, and how even if they didn't succeed in changing their fighting parents minds, they stayed together and continued to love each other because at the end of the day, the love was between them and it had nothing to do with their parents

8. He's coming to me (2019)

I love me a ghost story like any other guy, so this was right up my lane, I gotta admit it's been like 4 years since I've seen this so I don't remember the storyline clearly, but it left a good impression on me, so much that years later I still think of it as good

9. Only Friends (2023)

Top 10 messiest friend group ever created, this could have been higher on the list if they didn't do Boston dirty in the very last goddamn episode of the show

10. Dark Blue Kiss (2019)

I honest to god remember nothing about the mains but this show has the best coffee shop au in the ql universe and it's from 2019, SunMork chemistry is just firing all over the place, definitely my favorite Gawin ost too

[emma-cantmakeuphermind]

Study Date Pt. 3

Sean Diaz x Reader

1 2 3

Warnings: none,, but kissing? so much fluff

Words: 985

*Y/N's POV*

It's 4:45 pm... Sean will be here in 15 minutes. All day time has gone by so slow, I've been waiting impatiently since we hung up. I already got my math stuff out on my desk, and took my time to make myself look presentable, but not too much to where it looks like I'm trying too hard.

I've liked Sean for so long, but I never really got the impression that he felt the same way. Until I gave him my number and he called our study session a date. I immediately ran to my room and jumped up and down when I got home that day. All my friends tell me that I have terrible taste in guys. I don't understand why though. I mean, yeah, I guess hes not everyone's go-to type. But hes so sweet, and hes a dork. My friends say hes too awkward, but aren't we all? We're 16 year-olds, it'd be odd if we weren't. Now, hes coming over. To my house. To do math work. While my parents are at work. What could go wrong?

It's 5:01, he'll be here any minute. Breath, calm down. Ugh I'm so fucking nervous. Y/N focus, he's coming over for you to help him with math, not for you to fuck things up by being all awkward. Besides, I don't even know if he likes me like that, plu-

*DING DONG*

Shit. He's here. Breath and open the damn door.

I walk out of my room and to the front door. I smooth down my hair quickly before I turn the door knob. As the door opens, we make eye contact. Even though it's simple, I can't help but feel my cheeks get warmer as I smile to greet him with his skateboard in his hands.

"Hi Sean! Come in." I say sweetly. "Hey Y/N, mind if I sit my board here?" he asks pointing next to the door. "Not at all. My parents aren't home so we don't have to worry about them. We'll be in my room anyway so." I trail off not wanting to make things awkward. "Okay, cool." he sounded, bored almost? Maybe I'm coming off too excited? I'll try to tone it down and just help him with his math work.

"So, what parts of the math work are you struggling on?" I asked hurriedly as my excitement has basically completely faded. "I don't understand any of this mean, median, mode bullshit. It doesn't make any sense." he says sounding irritated, but not at me, the math stuff. I grab my books, some paper and a pencil. We sit back on my bed and get comfortable enough so we can work properly.

"Okay so, basically when you're given a data set and you're asked to find the mean, median, and mode, you need to do 3 different things. One find the mean, which is another word for average. Lets use the data set 8,3,5,2,6,8,4,7 for example. To find the average by adding up all the numbers and then dividing by how many number you have in the data set. So for this set we'll get the sum of 43 and then we divide that by 8 and we'll get 5.3, that's our mean. Now we find the median, first we need to put them in order from least to greatest, so 2,3,4,5,6,7,8,8 and we find the number in the middle and in this case we have two numbers in the middle, so all we do is add them together and divide by 2. 11 divided by 2 is 5.5, and there's our median. Lastly we need our mode. This one is the easiest, we just need to see which number reoccurs the most. For this set its 8, because while all the other numbers appear once, 8 appears twice."

(sorry for the rambling lmao I didnt intend that to go on so long)

I pause to look up at Sean, only to be met by his gentle stare. I hesitate for a moment. "Does that make any sense?" It comes out like a whisper. "Yeah, I think I get it now." he doesn't take his eyes off me even for a moment. And it's just now that I realized how close our faces are, as I can lightly feel his breath on my face.

"Good, good. Um so" I fail to form a complete sentence as my heart rate continuously climbs. Sean's eyes flicker down to my lips for just a millisecond, I would've missed it if I had blinked in that moment. And in this moment I feel like we're finally telling each other everything we've needed to say, without a word actually being said.

Sean finally breaks eye contact, mumbling a "Fuck it" and takes the books, paper, and pencils and tosses them to the side. He takes my face in his hands and places his lips on mine. I sit frozen for a second before I start to kiss him back. I relax a bit with my hand placed on his chest as he grabs my waist for a moment to pull me onto his lap. My arms wrap around his neck to deepen the kiss, as his wrap around my waist.

The kiss only lasts a few moments but at the time it felt like a lifetime. For once I feel like were finally on the same page. I pull away from the kiss and we lock eyes. His stare is a bit hazy almost like hes in a state of complete serenity. I place my hands on his cheeks and pepper small kisses all around his face.

"You missed a spot." he says puckering his lips. I chuckle at this mumbling a quick "You're such a dork." before leaning in again to kiss him on his lips. He pulls away with a lopsided grin and he says "I may be a dork, but at least I'm your dork."

[call-me-copycat]

Escaping The Night (Part 2)

Welcome! - Introduction and Request rules (important if you want me to write for you, or if you want to know who I am)

▶ Characters: Shinso x Fem Reader (although I might have used "they" in some areas) + Father/Mentor Aizawa (platonic)

▶ Genre: Angst to Fluff

▶ Summary: Vigilante Reader has gotten apprehended by the police and is now in custody. Who will decide your fate, and what's going to happen to you?

▶ Word Count: 2525

▶ Warnings:

- 1 curse word

- It's implied that the reader had their clothes changed while they were unconscious into a uniform (so, invasion of privacy)

- Mention of dead parents

- Implied that the reader has a variety of scars

- It's a pretty slow chapter, and the whole chapter takes place at the police station

- Another warning for those that don't like to wait for each chapter (sorry ｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠ )

➜ [Part 1]

➤ {This is Part 2}

➜ [Part 3]

➜ [Part 4]

➜ [Part 5]

➜ [Part 6]

➜ [Part 7]

➜ [Part 8] Coming Soon!

Your mind started to fill with fog and the edges of your vision started to slowly fill in as you banged your hand on the window in one last attempt of escape.

And then your world went dark.

In your period of unconsciousness, you were met with internal darkness, a silent, still void of emptiness, the type of dream one would have when they knew they would have to wake up soon. A dream that was well known all across Japan, from students preparing for tests the next day, to office workers trying to clock in as many hours as they could, it was something familiar.

The darkness seemed quiet and still from far away, and only those on the inside truly understood the depth that it held. Although it seemed empty, the void held that your consciousness was anything but. Rather than the absence of matter, it seemed that it was simply shielded from you, like a curtain blocking the wide view of a window. Full of possibility it held.

However, the familiarity started to sway, as while you couldn't see anything, you started to hear voices. Voices of all sorts, varying in degrees of recognition, started to fill the silence that had once filled the empty void.

'It's your fault, it's always been your fault'

Your father...

'Your quirk is scary! I don't think I wanna be friends anymore ..'

A friend of yours when you were younger...

'Go rot in hell'

A villain you had taken down once, a long time ago ...

"What do we do with them? They're only a kid, a teen at most"

This voice was unfamiliar, and you didn't recognize it at all.

You heard another voice, this time it being a bit clearer than the others that filled the void of your mind.

"I'll do it. I can care for them."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

The voices began to fade as you fell back into rhythm with the silence, however the edges of the seemingly infinite void began to disorientate and fade away as your surroundings slowly became lighter and lighter.

You blinked your eyes. Once. Twice.

You were awake again. You quickly sat up, and swiveled your head around in order to gain new insight as to where you were.

There wasn't much around you, the walls were completely white and bare of any objects or color, and you were laying on a sort of shikibuton, which was also devoid of any color as well.

The whole room was impressively clean, with not even a single speck of dust or dirt present. Though its volume wasn't of any great proportion, being rather tight for your taste.

You looked behind you to realize that there was a toilet right next your head from when you were unconscious (internally cursing the person who put you so close to it), and a small window filtered soft sunlight into the barren room, giving it the smallest tint of yellow. It also helped you comprehend that it was somewhere near the early morning.

As you went to stand you realized that your clothes had been changed to a colored uniform instead, and your shoes were replaced by flat slippers.

The changed clothing bothered you a little bit, but you decided not to dwell too long on it, due to bigger issues needing observations. Although, for some reason you never pondered as to what they did with your clothes, mind too foggy to think of anything but where you were.

Your mask that had covered your face was gone, and your hands were stuck together in metal cuffs that swallowed them and a bit further, almost a couple centimeters up your arm. The cold metal wasn't necessarily painful, but it was a tad uncomfortable, as it's stiff form didn't allow too much movement (most likely an added bonus for the guards in case if escape attempts), and the metal dug into your skin a bit everytime you tried to move your arms up or down.

You weren't tied down to anything so you took the advantage and used it to stand and look around at where you were. The room was devoid of any clue as to where you were, but from your examination you guessed that you were in a prison of some sort, though it didn't seem that bad on the surface.

"You're right, you know"

A voice suddenly butted into your thinking, making you jump and turn towards the door of the room. You realized that you had spoken the last part of your thoughts out loud, albeit quite softly.

You furrowed your eyes in an attempt of a glare as you found the source of interruption, all anger being directed towards the men that stood just outside of the door from where you were. It was the man with the scarf again, with a regular looking police officer wearing a crisp uniform and blinding white gloves standing next to him politely.

"What do you want", you spat at them, not knowing yourself if you were talking to one or both of them.

"We're here to ask you a few questions", the police officer disclosed, not reacting to your sour attitude the slightest.

And with that, you found yourself sitting in another barren room, this time a bit bigger with a glass mirror that covered almost the entirety of the wall where the door was, to which you were sure was someone behind it watching your interrogation.

You were invited to sit, which you did, but you didn't really have all too many options. The man in the scarf sat on the chair across from you, leaning forward a bit in a casual manner while the police officer stood in front of the door with his hands folded neatly in front of him.

The man in the scarf wasted no time, immediately getting to the point of the discussion, to which you were slightly glad for because you most definitely weren't in the mood for small talk. The room was cold, and it was even more unbearable with the cuffs on, the frigid bitter metal stinging your skin whenever it rubbed against it.

"So, why were you running from the police? Do you know?"

"Of course", you quipped, glare never faltering as you kept up eye contact with the man.

"Ok then. Answer me this, why were you and your little buddy seen all over town taking down villains. Illegally, I might add." He responded back, immune as ever to your angered retorts.

"Because we were. No one else was coming. That case was left untouched for weeks, and so while the heroes were arguing over paperwork, the villain was making off with his new life earnings.", Your answered, this time truthfully.

"Well then, if 'no one was coming', then why was I able to show up and take down the villain and you?"

You kept your cool, not wanting to make your situation worse, but that didn't stop you from becoming a little upset at the man in front of you.

"Because that situation was different. Tell me where you came from because I've never seen your face around before"

The man before you sighed a bit, this time leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table, knitting his hands together to lean his head on.

"I'll tell you where I came from if you tell me where you came from. That sound fair enough?" He replied, emotion never changing in his voice.

"I come from everywhere and anywhere. A paradoxic birth where the death of one created the life of another." You answered simply, knowing how annoying it was but only wanting to get a kick out of the man's anger.

"Right. And my name's Shirley. Which it's not."*1 The man bitterly jested.

"But if you're so curious as to where I came from, I technically wasn't on duty that night. However I did hear the alarms go off as I was nearby. Being the only hero on duty that was close enough I went in to do what I do best.", the man finished.

He paused a bit, letting some silence fall in between the both of you for a second in order to let you finish processing, before proceeding to speak again.

"Now, I have to ask, what's a teen like you going running around and fighting villains? Where's your parents?" He questioned.

Reports had been made repeatedly over a large span of time about people reporting that they saw some kids taking down villains, along with reports of villains randomly screaming out in pain or fear, despite the absence of both. He figured that it was related to you somehow, but you always managed to sneak just out of his grasp everytime he thought he was about to capture you.

"Dead." You answered, again with a simple answer to avoid giving it too much info.

"I'm sorry about that, but when did they pass? Long ago? Recently? " The man questioned you once again, this time though you noticed his voice became a little gentler. You scoffed internally, not needing nor wanting anyone's pity. You knew you were being childish, but you weren't exactly in the mood to act wise and mature as you were being interrogated.

"My mother died when I was born. He was recent you could say" You didn't want to call that man your father. For all he was, he was considered lower than dirt from you.

"Ok, now what about school? "

"Don't go to one"

"How about money? Food? Clothes?", The man prodded. When you were taken in to custody he noticed your condition definitely wasn't one of the best. Heavy bags rested below your eyes, and you had almost no muscle, being mainly skin and bones from miniscule meals over time. He didn't even want to think anymore when he saw the different types of scars littering various parts of your figure, ranging from little opaque ones, to heavy set burns.

"Nope. Scavenge. Reuse." You answered back in time with the rhythm of the man's questioning. You were going off of technicalities, answering his questions enough so that he couldn't say you refused, but not giving him any useful information about you that he would possibly use.

You watched him sigh a deep sigh and lean back in his chair while staring at the ceiling with closed eyes. Looking at him, you noticed that the man looked so much more tired than you initially saw, skin pale from lack of sun, and eyes always rimmed with red, as if they were never fully satisfied with the amount of sleep they got. His hair was unruly, random strands sticking out in odd places, yet it still flowed down his shoulders as if it was a river made of the midnight sky.

Your attention was brought back when the police officer opened the door to let another man in, this man being dressed in what looked like a detective outfit you saw in a movie once. He had a kind smile on his face and thanked the officer while taking off his hat and going to stand beside the tired scarf man.

He looked over at you and greeted you with a small, yet charitable smile as he did earlier. The man practically radiated friendliness, but you didn't let your guard down, though you did lose most of your glare.

The detective man bent down a bit and whispered something to the scarf man at a volume to which you couldn't hear, even if you strained your ears, though you didn't bother since professionals seemed to have a habit of doing things like that. All the more reasons for your disrespect, because you believed that if they couldn't treat you with the simplest manners, then why should you?

The scarf man looked over at the detective man before answering in a normal (yet tired) voice,

"No. I was thinking you were going to let her know."

The detective man smiled at him before saying in a normal voice,

"Well, it would be pretty rude to let her know without even knowing who you are".

The scarf man thought for a second, but ultimately stood up facing you.

"Ok, kid. Before we let you know what we have planned for you, you might as well know who we are. My name is Shota Aizawa, or some other people know me as 'Eraserhead'. A few even know me as 'sensei'."

The detective stepped forward before announcing who he was as well.

"And in case you wanted to know who I am, my name is Naomasa Tsukauchi. But you can call me Detective Tsukauchi or Officer Tsukauchi."

The detective-officer Tsukauchi looked over at the scarf man Eraserhead, both sharing knowing glances. Internally you were going crazy, thoughts swarming your head. What were they going to do with you? Lock you up? Force you to give up all your information to the system? Or, worse of all...

"So, now that we have that out of the way, let's let you in on what's going to happen, ok sweetie?" The detective added.

You grimaced a bit at the nickname, but overall it didn't mean much.

"Overnight, it was discussed on what we were going to do with you, and if you were going to be punished or not. It was decided that you were probably the victim of emotional manipulation, along with simple misunderstanding of what it was that you were doing. Without any parents, you were sort of given free will." The scarf man Eraserhead started.

"And so, since you were ruled out as a victim instead of criminal, it was decided that you weren't going to get punished. However, it was clear that you were leading a life full of potential in the wrong direction, so we concluded that you were going to need someone to counsel you into behaving normally and eventually letting you go and live a normal life in the future. It was also questioned as to who your caretaker would be, but luckily someone stepped up to both care for you and all your needs while also helping to counsel you and be your mentor."

The detective-officer Tsukauchi added.

Your eyes widened. That was what you were afraid of. You didn't want to be stuck at some religious temple or orphanage, and taught to become 'civilized', all you wanted to do was continue living life the way you once were, defeating villains and creating good memories along the way with those that you had grew close to.

The detective-officer Tsukauchi continued, despite your clearly agitated state.

"You're lucky!" He exclaimed with a smile on his face.

"You get to be with a teacher who works at U.A, and is a hero as well instead of being put into the foster system!"

You frowned, not liking where this was going.

"So you'll be staying with me from now on", The scarf man, Eraserhead, stated.

Well, there's part 2! I'm very sorry if it was a bit boring, but it'll get better soon, I swear!

I've been working on the newest chapters non-stop because I really don't like to keep people waiting, but even with that there's still going to be some waiting that has to be done, and I want to apologize for that. I greatly appreciate your patience! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

This chapter was a bit messy, along with part three, but I was able to smooth it out a bit. I hope it doesn't bother you too much.(●´~`●)

As for the *1, that was a reference to Courage The Cowardly Dog, since I grew up watching the show.

Thank you very much for reading, as everytime someone reads one of my stories it gives me more motivation to write more, and in turn I learn more each day and with each story! So thank you very much! (*´﹀`*)

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年2022/月12/日05

[taoofshigeru]

Finished a Throné solo run!

(i.e. complete Throné's chapter 4 without adding any of the other travelers.)

This was, um, a lot harder than a similar run I put together with Partitio. To quantify it, while Partitio fought and beat Steam Tank Obsidian solo at level 55, I lost to Claude decisively with a level 60 Throné and had to spend a bunch of time in Ivory Ravine leveling and practicing builds against the Deep One before I was comfortable going back for another try at level 74. I still died about 7 times before I found the sweet spot. Stacking 3 sidesteps going into the Pirro phantom phase, setting up a 1-turn kill for the Mother/Father phase, and making liberal use of Reinforcing Jams and the extra fully boosted turns they provided were key.

Things to do that are more fun than confronting generational trauma

Neat Stuff I Noticed: A) In these solo runs, there are essentially two types of tough fights. One, the random encounters you have to get through early on to get to tier-2 and tier-3 towns at lower levels. Two, final bosses meant to be fought with a full party. I point this out because I noticed a pattern with the way the respective characters I've run get their KOs.

Solo Partitio wins tough fights by putting the pedal to the metal and bringing lots of help. Solo Throné wins tough fights by dancing around her opponent's blows (with either Veil of Darkness versus groups or just high evasion in the solo Claude/Deep One fights) and closing in for a critical strike with Finish the Job. She fights like an assassin. It's nicely in character.

B) With my high evasion, Claude himself essentially couldn't touch me in the time it took to cue up a fully boosted Hired Help Foreign Assassin and rip his chest to ribbons. The reason why the fight is tougher than Partitio's is that it's broken up with other mandatory phases. I spent about 6 turns on the Claude starter/Chains of Pride phase, but the Pirro and Father+Mother phases quickly made clear that they were the real obstacles to survivability. Pirro has an instakill that will reduce you to 1HP even with Hang tough, and his attacks regularly hit with my level 74 Evasion-focused build. I had to cue up sidesteps to deal with him. And Mother stunlocked me twice with Bind, a nasty trick I had to play a reinforcing jam and then use a fully boosted and double-boosted Hired Help back to back just to rapid kill the phase and survive to the final phase, where Foreign Assassin daggers ripped Claude to ribbons.

C) Claude's collar key can only be stolen in day, so if you are fighting him at night to get Throné's free Blessing of Darkness buff, you'll have to change to day and this orchestrates the moment to happen at dawn.

D) "…It reeks of blood."

The last line of her story made me realize, only the second time through, how blood in Throné's story is associated both with killing and with Blacksnake family drama. In this moment when her collar unlocks, she should be free of both. But, while she's theoretically done with killing and she's free to leave the family as well, the memories she can't shake and the baby crying next to her are both bitter reminders of how hollow her victory still feels.

Really, it's a great final line.

[a-beneficial-union]

Howdy, salut, the Alighted was mildly musing about junk she often does in the quiet period after her work shift and she realizes that she’s never actually put this stuff on proverbial paper.

So! The bedrock of A Beneficial Union is that the characters seen in the show as “Eon’s Servants” had to come from somewhere, and something had to have happened to ‘em after the fact. Since Eon is presented as having been something of a student for Paradox, I decided that the latter was the one who got the ball rolling here, artificially segmenting and isolating two timelines he found useful and dividing them up into what eventually became the ten branches. Once Paradox’s research was done, he left them be— but they just kept on going in their altered isolation.

Paradox’s experiment is left intentionally vague because it is supposed to have taken place thirty years prior to the modern day, with everyone who was directly involved being gone for one reason or other and all the documentation for it having disappeared. I like playing with what different -ens think happened and how they feel about their existence being the direct consequence of someone playing god.

The branches can be organized roughly into three categories: timelines in which the Ben alternate was adopted by his canon parents before or around age two (branches 1, 5, 7, and 9), those in which they are kept for a while longer (or just are kept) (2, 4, 6, and 8), and the outliers (3 and 10). The closer to the “Good End” the timeline is, generally the better their life turns out.

Because Paradox would have tried to standardize his participants (hence isolating and altering the timelines), they all come from the same genome. Everything in their life is supposed to be the exact same up until the point of change— meaning that factors relating to geography, ethnic/racial background, etcetera, are supposed to be the same. Examples: Carl Tennyson is a nurse and Sandra is a veteran who was mobilized to Iraq at least twice before Ben and Gwen are born.

The problem with that is, when all of the characters are carbon copies of each other, it’s boring. Boring to draw, boring to write, just boring all around. I was talking about this at a friend of mine a few months ago (specifically, I was worrying about how pasty all the characters are) and their advice was to just make them not that.

A loophole around my own rules is that coming from the same genome says little about one’s phenome. There are gradations of the same traits and different ways that they are recognized in social contexts. I come from a very mixed household in which I am the palest person present, and I’ve seen quote a few different ways that people (siblings, parents, friends, strangers, etcetera) respond to said differences.

For Ben’s fixed traits, I decided that they are from immediate Irish, Syrian, and Italian descent (with Grandpa Max’s parents coming from Syria and Ireland). The options for full names are “Benjamin-Lorenzo Kurby Tennyson” (“Ben”) for adopted amabs, “Mildren-Aria Sionnon Tennyson” (“Ren”) for adopted afabs, “Jennifer Shannon Tennyson” (“Jen”) for kept afabs, and “Stephen Benjamin Tennyson” for kept amabs. All afabs are intersex but this is not evident until secondary dimorphism comes in around puberty.

They are agender (usually sticking to their assigned pronouns), demisexual and aromantic. They have mild autism and severe ADHD combined type (with notably constant hyperarousal, which is often mistaken for anxiety). While being born with a painful sort of hyperempathy, they lack a filter and do not naturally grasp what they’re supposed to do about certain cues. By adolescence, they almost always have empathy burnout and become a patchwork of apathy and intrusive compassion. How well adjusted they are is extremely dependent on their parents’ competence. They require intense socialization from an early age or else they become reclusive, spend a good amount of time early on in speech therapy or else their sentences are incoherently disheveled, have quite a few sensory sensitivities bordering on full on sensory issues, and are vehement seekers of physical contact (despite their low social threshold).

In infancy and toddlerhood, they experience frequent trips to the hospital due to lung-related infections. This, as well as the birth parents’ willingness to raise such a ‘defective’ child, is why they get adopted out. They will experience similar complications to breathing throughout their young lives, normally manifesting in late night coughing fits and the perpetual sting of a sore throat. At sixteen or seventeen, they develop sensitive skin (normally eczema) and irritable bowel syndrome. At eighteen, they develop chronic fatigue, soreness, nausea, vertigo, etcetera— which is totally not the writer projecting onto a character, nooooo.

Onto inclinations, and this is a part that I’ve been going back and forth on for a while. Humans have natural inclinations which are often summarized as the various forms of intelligence or, in cases of singularity, specialization. Having too much of one of these inclinations often comes with a deficit in an opposing one.

From what we see in canon, Ben is a proficient drawer (his doodles in class), musician (of at least three instruments), lexophile (constant use of wordplay), and… I have no fancy way of saying this one- understanding people, their new forms, and situations very quickly. I deduced, evilly, that their primary inclinations are naturalistic, linguistic, interpersonal, and musical. They experience deficits in mathematics (lowkey having mild dyscalculia) and kinesthetics (needing a lot more practice while young in order to do the basics, hence why he’s put in so many sports).

For special interests and hyperfixations, I decided that they should have two or three special interests from which various hyperfixations circulate. Canon Ben is obsessed with his various forms, has the prominent comfort show of Sumo Slammers, and is heavily oriented around ‘hero work’. He has the nickname pre-canon of “monster freak”, which I take to mean that he was focused on monsters prior to being able to shapeshift. Alternative fixations of the foremost include mythology, monsterology (of video games), and zoology. I am a simple person with simple desires, and so often make one of their early fixations be on dragons.

I’ve mostly worked on the first two branches, but the further down they go, the more different the above traits are applied.

I’m now tired, bye.

[f0point5]

Like no words… processing with that latest part….

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Ok. Now that I’ve done some processing, I’m gonna attempt to put some thoughts into words from the last few days.

1) Lando’s texts with Max & plans for COTA. “Big head & the body that carries it around” 😂😂😂 Lando knows what he’s doing with stirring the pot.

2) Elliot… she didn’t get your flirty implication or she chose to ignore it. Don’t ask something twice expecting a different result. And if a 3x WDC can’t teach her padel, what hope do you have? Also Elliot don’t make a big deal out of her not mentioning her birthday. Not everyone likes to talk about or bring up their birthday.

3) I really want to know what y/n’s response to Max’s come to my room and find out text… like 😏👀

4) I wonder what that package Lando had delivered to Max’s place was and if it had anything to do with the convo about Lando’s watch person & whatever surprise Max is cooking up.

5) what’s the dress y/n found for… like is it for a gala, a birthday, a dinner… like I want to know soo bad.

6) CLARA… MA’AM. her contact name for Max is great. And then she casually says she needs to ask Max a question, proceeds to send a lingère pic of Y/N and boldly just asks why he has her in friend zone. Cause it’s the question all their friends are thinking but no one has being willingly to straight up ask it like that. And then Max gets all flustered with who took the photo & says he shouldn’t be seeing it. And that he’s the wrong person to talk to about this.

7) What is Clara hinting at when she says I know what you did Max and he asks what she wants from him at the moment?

8) that last photo set with max & y/n’s messages where she can read him at the restaurant & wants to make sure he is ok. And cares more about him being ok than caring weather or not they have people over at their place after dinner.

9) I know he says he’s ok but I think he’s still processing that convo with Clara & that picture. I could be wrong but I was interpreting the shopping pics, Clara & Max’s texts & the dinner happening on the same day.

10) (didn’t realize I got to double digits already 😂😂😂) Christian’s & Max’s texts about COTA & where y/n is staying. Cause Christian asking if everything was ok cause of getting the call for an extra room. I feel like he wants them to be together as well but won’t say any of those opinons out loud.

11) (Last one I think for now. I need to just press ask before I think of more things as I type) Excited for race week content & how things will play out at COTA. I hope we find out at some point what plans you had before discovering Lando is now in the States.

Thoroughly enjoying this. Keep cooking

1) I almost didn’t put that joke in because it seemed too sophisticated for Lando lol

2) Lol tbf in my head Elliot is a better padel player than Max. That doesn’t make you a better teacher though and Y/N isn’t going to want to get sweaty and frustrated in front of a guy she’s dating. It’s not cute. Like…what was he even hoping for exactly!

3) She RAN to his room 🏃‍♀️💨

4) Max is cooking a surprise?

5) Haha it’s not that deep what it’s for necessarily

6) Clara is a whole wrecking ball lol she’s wild. She’s like Lando but 37x more unhinged. She will use everything at her disposal to get what she wants and she can get away with it. Love that for her lol.

7) She was referencing what he asked for her to help him with before Qatar.

8) They’re cute and telepathic lol

9) It all happened on the same day, and Max was processing. That wasn’t the end of his conversation with Clara, she has something on him, and he’s seen the Y/N pic, on top of everything else that’s already on his mind. On top of a day trip to Austria. Man’s probably knackered and anxious.

10) Christian wants his kids to be happy, and he wants peace lol

IT’S COOKING

[prsk-krow]

Krow's goodbye to 2022.

Man, it's already ending! I mean, about 1 hour on my timezone till it ends, bit close enough for me! That was quite the unique year we've lived, hasn't it? The end of the pandemic, the slow return to normality, it was definitely something special! But that's not what I want to talk about. I want to say something important, something that I need to get off my chest.

I have never been someone dedicated. I usually find an interesting game, okay it for a month or two, and then leave it alone. Sometimes it's a subject, sometimes it's a hobby, sometimes it's an entire series of books, or a new side of the internet! It didn't bother me at the time, but that was because I never knew what it felt like to dedicate one's self to just one thing.

I remember, at the start of the year, being alone with my likes. No interacting on the internet, just lurking everywhere. I can't blame myself though, it has been that way because of the way I grew up. The family I had understood me, but didn't have time to interact with me about this sort of stuff. The friends I had interacted with me, but didn't know or understood this sort of stuff. Latin culture, at least the school's, doesn't connect with the English, popular internet ones. And that's the way it had been ever since I was little.

However, that changed this year. After finally getting some courage, and asking my friends about a game that I liked, that most knew nothing about (DR), I managed to discover very few who did! In fact, they already had a friend group! I just didn't interact with them much... Guess I was scared of commitment, huh? I was scared to simply be ignored again, and left with my thoughts alone.

That was a big step for me, but it wasn't it. As I payed more attention to the friends I grew stronger bonds with, I discovered it. Discovered this. Project sekai... Heh, makes me remember seeing them being lazy in music class and skipping it for a game of music... I never called them out for this, but it was funny.

I didn't think of it as anything special, but it made me remember something else, something about the past. I used to play Deemo. A game I still remember to this day, even though it was so long ago... It was nice to play, relaxing songs with intense ones, tapping play style unlike most 'popular' rhythm games on the app store... It made me happy, and the memory also made me happy.

I decided to once again, have some courage and take the plunge. Twice in the same year, huh? I've come quite far. And that's when I realized how special it was. I was familiar with anime type games, and I had even tried a few. Azur Lane, Genshin Impact, Arknights... But none of them ever stuck. However this one... It kept up bringing surprise after surprise, always keeping me engaged...

The rhythm aspect. Not only did it remind me of my childhood, but it also made me feel so proud of myself... Being able to FC hard songs that my friends couldn't, moving on to experts, FCing my first ex... It was awesome! Every single step was noticeable enough for me to look back and feel extremely proud of myself! Besides, a rhythm game, where buying new songs wasn't tedious or p2w?? That sounded awesome!

The gacha aspect. Something I used to dislike about gacha anime games was the ways they put their banners. One character is special, they have all the attention, the banner ends and they're forgotten, left limited, the focus away from them for months. It wasn't what I wanted, but Prsk? They always shine the spotlight on their characters again and again, always giving chances! It's sad when you don't get a specific 4*, but there are always more! And that made me so satisfied in a way I never knew I needed! And let's return to a previous point real quick... The rhythm aspect combined with the gacha aspect was so satisfying as well! I always disliked grinding in Gachas, but playing these songs over and over is so much more fun! I never got tired of the process obtaining the resources I needed, and that made me want to stay even more!

The story. As soon as I discovered the event, card and main stories, I knew this was something special. I LOVE story driven games, I always have! But, sometimes you don't want to play a game for the story! No problem, prsk keeps the gameplay and story completely separate! That was so cool to me, and it made me want to stay even more! And as more and more stories came out, I return to my previous point once again: The spotlight returns to the same characters, over and over again! Never adding important new, only revising and bringing up the same set! I loved that so much!!

The characters. THE CHARACTERS!! I've always loved the characters of any game, and they've always been the reason why I'm attracted, staying, and thinking about the games! And with a cast of 20, of course a few had to stick with me! And the chosen ones for me were Nightcord , a group of composers who deal with real life problems, solve then at a slow but realistic pace, genuinely care about each other, and show off progress with each new story... I fell in love. I could rant more, but that's not what I'm here for.

Finally, last, and the main point of this post...

The community.

Haha, who would've thought, that a lurker would not only make a blog on Tumblr, but enter and actively participate in a public discord server? That's, what, 4 times I've courageously taken the plunge even with all of my insecurities surrounding me? Wow, I'm impressed at myself!

But ah, I'm getting distracted again! Talking about myself so much on this post, let's change the subject! You guys, you who read my posts, who like them, who reblog them, who follow me to see more of them! Hehehe, you guys make me feel so special... Well, that's coming from someone who's used to thinking of himself as not much, and used to staying away from the attention of the internet.

I'll admit it, I've never been someone who holds themselves in high regard. Quiet, closed, reserved, difficulty making tough decisions... That's how I've always been. Yeah, I didn't really give off that vibe before, right? But that's the truth, always had been... Except for this blog and that server. Now that I've opened this blog, joined that discord, revealed myself and started to attract other's eyes, I finally realized somethilng important.

I've been comforting myself too much! It's only because I risked opening this blog that i discovered how nice it feels to show off my imagination, how good it feels to have others look at it and like it so much as to ask more of me, and how satisfying it is to share this space, this experience with other's like me! With @enassbraid! @jazztastic! @whoskyatto! @enamation! @aoyagiisakito! And more of you that I couldn't get to meet too well yet! Spreading these posts with you guys is a feeling I'll never give up, and I'll make sure to never let any of you down! You guys can count on me to remain here, by your sides, acompannying you all!

It's only because I took another risk, confronted my hesitation, and joined that discord server that I discovered the joys of chatting with people who share your likes and are open to discussing topics of interest and chatting about fun stuff! The enjoyment of dedicating one's self to trying their best alongside others who share your challenges, supporting eachother with training and helping everyone do better and better each day! MRE, I couldn't have discovered all of this without you guys, and I feel proud of calling myself a member!

I want to keep going! Now that I've taken the first steps, I can't back down! I don't want to back down! I want to keep trying my hardest for everyone, to continue putting in efforts alongside others that are doing the same! To make sure the ones next to me are doing ok and help them no matter what! I made the decision to finally, officially come out of my lurking habits and make a place for myself in this wonderful world of the internet, and I don't regret a thing!

THANK YOU SO MUCH, 2022!! >^< You gave me so many doors, and the willpower to open them all! Now, I have a passion to dedicate myself to, and I shall see through it to the best of my abilities! I'm still scared, awkward, insecure, and maybe even anxious, but I'm not going to let that stop me! Not anymore! And if I can't tomorrow, I'll do it in a week! Or in a month! No matter how long I may take, how much Imay struggle, I have decided to keep on going this new path I've found! -^-

This path, as the Tumblr, MRE, and most importantly, PRSK, Krow of crows!

So, with that, I say goodbye to 2022, a year I shall never forget, and I say hello to 2023, a year which I'll make sure to remain memorable! For myself, and for all of you! HAPPY NEW YEARS TO YOU ALL!! GLORY TO NIIGO, GLORY TO PROJECT SEKAI!! +^+

Thank you so much to all of you who read through all of that! This has been my last post of 2022. I'll reblog, like, or comment on all of the new year's posts of others tomorrow! See you all next year! Krow, logging out! .^.

[elk96]

A Battle Of Ideals 4

Part 4.

Pairing: Chris O' Doyle( Free Fire) x female OC

Warnings: graphic description of blood, wounds, some violence, swearing cause that's all they did in that movie, enemies to lovers kinda?, h/c, English is not my first language, and I don't have any medical knowledge.

Word Count: 1752

She didn’t close her eyes once that night, taken away by dilemmas and thoughts that trailed far. Chris on the other side fell asleep immediately, as if he didn’t worry about tomorrow. He was better, but still bad. One light kick on his side and he’d fall on the floor moaning.

He wouldn’t moan. Not Chris.

Amara began her day the moment the first light shone on the horizon. She couldn't decide if she wanted to be there when the whole meeting would take place or not, but her feet were moving thrice as fast-she was practically running the whole time. On the agreed house, she found the letters which she then transported to the opposite side of the town. One thing was certain in her mind: those…feelings she had developed for him were doing her nothing but good. She had to type the number four times before she got it right, and the words came out weird. It felt a little as if she was drowning, heart beating fast, this weird pressure caught in her throat, that reached her mouth too.

The moment she put the phone down, she sprinted home-she almost got run into twice while crossing the street. From the outside, the house seemed quiet. Amara jumped over the wooden fence, for her hands were too clumsy to open the bolt

Falling on the half-closed door, she slipped on a thick line of blood that trailed to the end of the corridor. Her brain parted ways with the heart as she landed in front of Chris on the kitchen floor. The blow that fell on her back was sharp, burning, but as she knelt on the floor, her hands found Chris’s body protectively.

It was a fucking chain. The goddamned man had taken the dog’s chain from the neighbors to do this.

“Get out of the way”!, her -partner, practically-, shouted and found Chri’s ribs from the side.

It was then that Amara showcased the one ability which had led her to where she was now: she transitioned from breathy panic to complete lack of emotions in just one second. If she wanted this to work, she’d have to be tactful.

“This won’t help”, she said as she stood up with a small nod. “You won’t convince him like that, I tried telling the others, but they insisted”.

“Get out of my way woman”.

“As you want, but you wipe the floor afterwards”.

“So what do you propose, Amara”?, the man said sarcastically. “That I pet his face and beg him to help us? Perhaps I’d suck him off eh? If you haven’t already”.

To be honest, it seemed like even breathing too close to him would hurt. Chris was clinging to the kitchen table for support, his ribs and back bleeding-and yet, she noticed with some admiration, his eyes were looking at the man. Defiantly.

Amara decided it was just the right time to lie. Her eyes burned with anger.

“I’ve been doing this job, working with these men, for five years now. If you know better how to break them, be my guest”.

“The orders I got was to come here and help him out a bit”, the man said after realizing he was talking to a real agent, despite her looks.

“Well, the orders changed. Go talk to the big boss if you want. We have found a better tactic. One that will ensure he is kept alive”.

The man eyed her suspiciously for a little while longer before leaving the apartment, dragging the heavy chain with him. God it hurt. It felt like she’d fallen off the third floor or something-and if she felt like that…

“Chris, how are you”?, she asked anxiously once the mask was not needed.

“What new tactics”?

“I’ll tell you later, come now”.

Amara helped him climb on the wheelchair, and then on the bed. Taking his ruined clothes off, she realized she hadn't come early enough. His flesh seemed to be ripped in half, bones broken.

“It’s worse than it looks”, he rasped out weakly.

“I’m sorry I was so late”.

“What am I supposed to believe this time? Why am I kept alive now”?

For reasons I will never tell you. “You know the drill, this will hurt”, Amara said instead, pressing the alcohol dipped cotton on his latest wounds.

Chris was making it seem so much easier than it fucking was, she couldn’t help but whine when the cotton snaked on her back. She instinctively jerked away, but his other arm wrapped around her waist.

“I’m not as good at this as you”.

“I won’t give you opportunities to practice. I was terrible to you too”, Amara added after some thought.

“Girl, what new measures have you taken”?, Chris asked in a low voice.

Amara gulped loudly. She didn’t want to say it when he was close to her like that, when he could break her neck that easily, or even try to but the sooner the better, isn’t it?

“I’d heard you on the phone, that night in the warehouse. Talk to Sandy, about Brendan…And after-no! No, wait”!, she yelled after his grip tightened around her side.

“If you hurt any of them…”, Chris growled in her ear, but Amara felt a hot rush of anger rise to her chest.

“Have I spent all this fucking time here with you to just…You should trust me more-no, fuck off. Fuck off, what are we, fucking children”?, she said bitterly and got away from him. “They’ll be fine, your mother, and your bastard brother, they’re okay. They think they’re dead, but I made some deals, made them dissappear from the face of the fucking earth”.

Chris was left looking at her rumble in anger.

“I hope you’ll understand though, eh Chris? If I just don’t make a damn phone call, tell them the truth. I could get a bounty on my head for that. And it’s not worth it, is it”? No, of course it’s fucking not.

“I’ll be sleeping some place else-and these are fucking orders. You have three days to decide, otherwise your siblings and you, will be dead for real. Three days, and I’ll kill you myself”, she said and reached for the handle. “What would’ve happened, Chris”, she asked quietly before she left, “if I hadn’t emptied the gun that day”?

“Nothing”, Chris whispered, but she never heard him.

It was a newfound freedom, the one she had now. She had nowhere to return to, no one to tend to, even her duties had lessened. She spent her day in a small, old apartment as her last, the ones that were easy to find and didn’t bring any unwanted attention. The minutes counting to the due date were passing slowly, leaving her lost in thought. She’d done lots of the stuff during that time, think, and come in conflict with herself.

Above all, her parents had taught her to be a good woman-a woman with morals, and compassion. And after her sister’s death, after her parents fell apart, she found her way to do good in this world. To make an impact on people’s lives, not by giving a compliment or sparing a dollar. By saving their lives, and fighting for…peace?

Can someone fight for peace? Can peace ensue through killind, stealing data and blackmailing?

“So this leads us to a dead end”, she would mutter at nights, staring at the ceiling.

A man was arranged to look after Chris-or rather, make sure he didn’t escape or bleed his life away, but on that crucial morning, Amara found the kitchen empty, and the bedroom door closed.

Chis was sitting at the edge of the bed, despite her fears.

“Hey girl”, he said in his gruff voice, eyes shining unprompted.

“So what’s your final decision”?, Amara asked blankly.

“My mom and Brendan”?

“They’ll be fine. I don’t know where they are, but they are not dead, and not looked for”.

Chris shook his head. “Good”.

“You still don’t want to betray your psychotic friends”?

“No, Amara”.

So that was it, the end. The end of all of it.

“You remember I have to kill you”?, she asked, taking a gun out of her jacket pocket.

Her arm trembled as she aimed at him.

“So…that’s your way of making the world better? Killing me? On their behalf”?, Chris whispered. That wide eyed, sincere look had returned to his face, but she wouldn’t let it affect her this time.

She pulled the safety off.

“That’s my answer, yes”.

“An answer is not always the right one”.

“I’ll have to find my way out of this dead end then”, she said, her lips trembling despite the stillness of her voice.

“What if I told you that I’m in a dead end too”?

“You’re a dead man Chris”.

“I would be, without you”, he answered, standing on his feet, and a loud ‘Careful’!, escaped her.

She kept the gun pointed at him, while he struggled to cover the distance between them.

“We’re both trapped in a life with no meaning-I saw it, I thought about it more than you think. I won’t betray them-can’t betray them. We’ve spilled blood and tears together. But I don’t want to spill innocents’ blood anymore”, Chris said slowly, reaching her. His hand wrapped around the muzzle of the gun, kept it steady against his chest.

“Let’s leave then, girl. We can go to Panama, or Yugoslavia, or God knows where, and we’ll start over”.

“Me and you”?, Amara asked sarcastically and shoved the gun deeper on his chest. A delicious whine left his lips, so she twisted his hand away from hers. “So you can go back to the IRA on your own terms once the storm is over? Or kill me at first chance”?

“You asked me to trust you, I ask you to trust me now”, Chris said firmly.

Amara shook her head, opened her mouth to answer, but just then Chris’s leg gave out, and he fell to the ground in a strong gasp.

The gun was now pointing between his brows, Amara’s self control coming in hand. It crashed loudly against the door, as Amara knelt down, to get him up again.

They both found themselves tangled in each other’s arms, breathing the same air, seeking comfort in the closeness.

“Don’t leave me now girl”, Chris whispered in her ear.

Her eyes closed shut , heart racing in her ribcage. She pressed her lips on his swollen jaw.

“They will be here any minute now. We have to go…”.

[ohsoulymoons]

Confession 0.2

Duncan... being stinky makes sense

Duncan of my version :P

He can't help it , running around everywhere also basically biased on past boyfriends and I be like yummy then gag later on after while 4 days with them.

Sometimes stinky sweat makes my brain want tear you apart and pull out a wedding ring then drag to the church say vows

Musty fog really can be factor to no thoughts just stupid actions

That's why I'm like THAT MAN STINKS AND COURTNEY WOULD RATHER DIED THAN TELLING YOU SHE LOVES HIS MUSTY SWEATY FORM, BLACK ICE AXE SPRAY, AND APOLLO ALUMINUM-FREE DEODORANT FORMULA STICK

A clean Duncan smells like forest pine cones, hints of smoking with fire, red polo cologne known as Polo Red Eau de Toilette, and Axe Phoenix deodorant and vodka with tequila shots somehow

HE SHOWERS BUT AT WHAT CIST EVERYONE SAYS HE DOESN'T!!!

I don't usually sweat everyone gets mad at me after intense workout or 4 hours of labor then I lay down or rest I am sweating like a pig and I'm like ah don't look at me like leaking all the sweat out like nothing

Yes I memorized scents of past lovers, I even memorized their eyes, the way they fell asleep and what they fear most and how wale them up safely from nightmares, and made a mental list of their favorite products to buy them to replace them before they ran out before they notice it.

I used be super hyper focused on being too feminine to scare the gay thoughts away or the mean comments on my body like my version Courtney the need to look perfect always

But

Now I'm mixture of them both lol. I use axe myself lol scares off some they mean men away and I get cute girls to look at me sometimes ❤️ it doesn't help I dress up like them lol homies now out in public with red converse on top.

I hide my hair under my in my black champion snapback and black oversized hoodie usually too with my face mask on sometimes can be confusing experience to people who see me out in the open

Like Courtney will freak out if she thinks she stinky

Based on my personal experience in University I used to have a long routine of 5 days to get ready to even consider going on a date with someone everyday I would brush my teeth three times , twice daily flossing them! A night when I wasn't spending the time with some random guy or person I would have my retainer in at 8:00 with a facial typing away and fixing my papers before they were due in 2 weeks listening to my roommate or letting her explain her essay on the legal system. And as a psychology major and her as the law major or pre-law we actually helped you each other a lot and made sure to find the right etiquette or whatever she needed to make sure she won her fake cases or got the highest grade she could. By university I was c student and burn out hah no more A's and high caliber of life and learn how to calm down and also I realize I wasn't God's gift to man but I could use my ability to copy everyone's energy to use this God complex against others that annoy me often.

Basically: Courtney

5:00am Awake

5:30 am Yoga and pray/fight God again

6:00 to 8:30 am at the gym deadlifting with her best gal

9 long ass shower ritual, goat milk soap bar from Australia, rice water Shampoo and conditioner bar like from kitsch, body scrub lavender of course, then outside of shower routine eye cream for sensitive skin and to lessen dark circles, rose oil like Instituto Espanol Rosa Body Oil then drying herself up putting on Tree Hut’s Vanilla Whipped Body Butter to finally spray once her old rarely used Justin Bieber Someday Eau De Parfum the two sprays of Bath & Body Works A Thousand Wishes Fine Fragrance Mist, shaving/plucking/waxing/ new or fix nails on Thursday to Saturdays, she shaped heart somewhere with purple jewelry of a C

Shower early

Bath rarely afraid of uti her mother told that at a young age she afraid of finding out

Her other rituals usually at night. She carries emergency bags in her thick ass backpack 4 chapsticks 2 unopened different vanilla to mango to cotton candy to pumpkin spice, sewing kit, a mini first aid, 6 water bottles somehow, her lunch, her laptop, spare clothes just incase, and everything else she needs for the day!