#but afterwards when i look at the shots i'm like... well that's silly

[robo-dino-puppy]

elemental fury

hfw face(paint)s 42/?

[justlemmeadoreyou]

Unrequited

(the second part to unfulfilled)

(i still don't think y'all will like this, but 🥺🥺)

Summary: Harry invites you to a party, and something goes wrong. He blames himself for it, but then something unexpected happens.

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, intoxicants, kissing, fluff.

“Hey, you wanna come to the party tonight?” Harry asked you, smiling.

You looked around, not believing that he was asking you, of all people. He saw you looking around, and said, “What?”

“You’re asking me?” you answered.

“Yeah.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. You. You wanna come or not?”

You stared at him for a few moments, waiting for him to burst out into laughter, and tell you that he was joking, it was all a silly prank. But, he didn’t.

“Seriously?”

“Yes, y/n. seriously. I'm asking you to come to a party with me tonight.”

“But-but no one ever asks me that. Like, ever.”

“Why?”

“I tell them not to…” you pout, and he presses his lips together.

"Come on, why not give it a shot?" Harry urged. You shifted uncomfortably, feeling a rush of conflicting emotions. On one hand, the idea of attending a party with Harry, someone who was way more confident and popular, and…extroverted, was exhilarating. But on the other hand, you couldn't shake off the feeling of being out of place, like a puzzle piece that just didn't fit in.

"I...I don't know," you stammered, clutching onto the strap of your bag tightly. "I don't belong there?"

Harry's expression softened, and he stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. You'll fit right in, I promise. And besides, I'll be there with you the whole time."

His words were comforting, and you found yourself slowly nodding in agreement. Maybe this was an opportunity to step out of your comfort zone, to experience something new.

"Okay," you finally replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I'll go."

Harry grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Great! You won't regret it, I promise."

As the evening approached, you found yourself growing increasingly nervous. You fussed over your outfit, second-guessing every choice you made. But despite your apprehension, you couldn't deny the flutter of anticipation building in your stomach. You hadn’t felt that in a while.

When Harry arrived to pick you up, you were greeted with a warm smile that instantly eased your nerves. As you made your way to the party together, he chatted animatedly, sharing stories and jokes that made you laugh until your sides hurt. He was fun to be with, and you both got along really well.

Upon reaching the bustling venue, the sound of music and laughter filled the air. Harry guided you through the crowd, introducing you to his friends with an easy charm that made you feel surprisingly at ease.

But as the night progressed, you found yourself retreating into the background, feeling increasingly self-conscious amidst the sea of confident faces. Everyone danced and drank with confidence, feeling lively and free. But you felt like you were trapped, and you envied every person who enjoyed themselves without a care in the world, and didn’t feel guilty afterwards. You clutched onto a plastic cup of beer, taking small sips and trying to stay there. You had no idea how you wound up in this corner, or where Harry went. He was supposed to be by your side the whole night, so where was he?

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice when Harry began to search for you, his concern growing with each passing minute. He navigated through the throngs of people, his eyes scanning the room until he stumbled upon a dimly lit alcove hidden from view.

There, sitting hunched over with a vacant expression, was you.

Harry's heart clenched at the sight, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. Without a moment's hesitation, he made his way towards you, his footsteps audible as he got closer.

"Y/N?" he called softly, his voice laced with worry. "Are you okay?"

You looked up, your eyes glazed and unfocused, a wave of relief washing over Harry at the sight of your familiar face. As he got closer, he saw the worry in your expression, and it made him even more concerned.

"What happened?" he asked gently, crouching down beside you and placing a hand on your shoulder. "Did someone do something to you?"

"I need to get out of here," you muttered, your voice barely audible over the thumping music.

Harry glanced at you, concern etched across his features. "Are you okay, Y/N?"

You shook your head, your movements were sluggish and uncoordinated. "No, something's wrong. I need to leave."

Harry's brow furrowed with worry as he took in your disoriented state. "Okay, let's go," he said firmly, his hand reaching out to steady you.

But as you made your way towards the exit, Harry's suspicions were piqued. He noticed the way your steps faltered, the glassy look in your eyes, and a sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. You weren’t yourself, and even if you didn’t drink often, it wouldn’t have been because of just a couple of beers.

"Wait," he said, his voice urgent. "Did you drink anything tonight?"

You frowned, trying to recall the events of the evening through the haze of confusion. "I...I don't remember," you admitted, your heart pounding with fear. Everything felt so big and loud, and you just wanted to close your eyes and fall asleep right then and there.

Harry's expression darkened, anger flaring within him as he surveyed the chaotic scene around you. "Damn it," he muttered, his grip tightening on your arm. 

"I bet someone spiked your drink."

Fear gripped your chest, and you held onto Harry's arm, grateful for him being there for you.

"What do we do?" you whispered, your voice trembling, and you sighed loudly..

"We get you out of here, now," Harry replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Hold onto me, Y/N. I've got you."

With Harry's arm wrapped protectively around your waist, you stumbled towards the exit, your heart pounding with fear and adrenaline. Each step felt like an eternity as you fought to keep your wits about you, your mind racing with a million thoughts and fears.

As you got out of the ridiculously overcrowded place, you felt better. Air rushed into your lungs, fresh air–that hadn’t come out of somebody else’s mouth. He guided you to his car, and assured you he was sober.

“Promise?” you asked, looking up at him with doe, glassy eyes. He nodded, gripping your chin and mumbling, “promise”

Once inside, he wasted no time in starting the engine, his hands gripping the steering wheel  "Hang on, Y/N," he said firmly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "I'll get you home safe, I promise."

Harry drove through the quiet streets, the weight of the situation pressed heavily on his shoulders. He stole glances at you through the mirror,, his heart sinking at the sight of your slumped form in the passenger seat, your eyes glazed with intoxication.

As the car rolled to a stop outside your dormitory, Harry turned to you, concerned. "We're here, Y/N," he said gently. 

You nodded weakly, your movements slow and unsteady as you struggled to gather your bearings. With Harry's help, you stumbled out of the car and towards the entrance of the building, your steps faltering with each passing moment.

As Harry guided you down the hallway towards your room, your steps wobbled with each movement, and you couldn't help but giggle uncontrollably at the slightest provocation.

"Hey, watch your step," Harry chuckled, trying to steady you as you stumbled over your own feet.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," you slurred, your words muffled by a fit of laughter. "I look like a drunk moron."

Harry couldn't help but laugh at your quip, shaking his head in amusement as he guided you towards your door. "Sure."

As Harry helped you into your room, you collapsed onto the bed with a dramatic flourish, your limbs splayed out in every direction as you let out a contented sigh.

"Ah, home sweet home," you declared, your voice tinged with merriment. "I think I might just live here forever."

Harry couldn't help but chuckle again, shaking his head in amusement as he watched you flop onto the mattress. "I think you've had enough excitement for one night, Y/N."

You pouted playfully, your bottom lip jutting out in an exaggerated display of disappointment. "But the night is still young, Harry! We could have so much fun together."

Your demeanor had suddenly changed, from afraid and scared to carefree. The intoxicant that was added to your drink might be doing its work.

"I think we've had more than enough excitement for one night, let’s tuck you in" he replied, his tone teasing yet gentle.

As Harry tucked the blankets around you, you let out a contented sigh, your eyes drifting shut and becoming droopy.. "You're a good friend, Harry," you murmured, your words slurred with exhaustion. "The best."

Harry's heart swelled with affection at your words, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched you drift off to sleep.

"Sleep tight, Y/N," he whispered, his voice soft with warmth.

As Harry finished tucking you into bed, he turned to leave, but before he could take a step, you reached out and grabbed his hand, your sudden touch sending a shiver through him.

"Harry," you whispered, your voice soft.

Harry turned back to face you, his heart skipping a beat at the vulnerability in your gaze. "What is it, Y/N?"

Without warning, you pulled him towards you, your movements clumsy but filled with determination. Before Harry could react, you pressed your lips against his, the kiss sloppy and uncoordinated but filled with a raw intensity that took his breath away.

For a moment, Harry froze, his mind reeling with a whirlwind of emotions. He knew he should pull away, should put an end to this before things went too far. But as he felt the warmth of your lips against his, he couldn't deny the spark of desire that ignited within him, the longing that pulsed between them like a current of electricity. He had wanted this, maybe for far too long. But it was tucked away in a corner of his heart, and right now, it was exploding out like firecrackers.

But then, with a sudden surge of clarity, Harry pulled back, his hands gently but firmly pushing you away. "Y/N, we can't," he said softly, his voice tinged with regret.

You looked up at him, confusion in your eyes as you searched his for answers. "But why not?" you whispered, your voice filled with hurt.

Harry's heart ached at the pain in your gaze, but he knew he had to be honest with you, even if it hurt. "Because...because I can't do this to you, Y/N. You're not yourself right now, and I can't take advantage of that."

You stared at him for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in as realization dawned upon you. "I...I'm sorry," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper. "I didn't mean to...I’m just–just stupid and–"

Harry reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch tender yet filled with sadness. "It's okay, Y/N. I know you didn't mean to. You’re really high and you should sleep"

You nodded once again, closing your eyes shut and pulling the blanket over you, suddenly feeling cold. He murmured good night, but you were already passed out.

He stood there for a while or two, watching as your mouth dropped open. Your face looked peaceful, and it gave reassurance to him. His heart was pounding in his chest since he found you at the party, and he kept blaming himself for all that happened.

But his heart was at ease now. You were safe, and sleeping beside him.

He couldn’t be happier

. . .

The next morning, you woke up with a heavy weight on your chest, your mind clouded with confusion and regret. As you stumbled out of bed and got ready for class, you couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that you didn’t remember what happened last night.

Your steps were slow and hesitant as you made your way to the lecture hall, your heart pounding with anxiety. You were trying to replay all the moments of yesterday back and forth, but the last thing you remembered was drinking a beer and then going for another one, when you had seen 5 already filled cups kept in a tray. Without thinking, you went for that one, and you were now cursing yourself for it.

When you finally reached the classroom, you kept your head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone as you took your seat at the back of the room. You felt like a stranger in your own skin, the weight of guilt and shame bearing down on you.

As the minutes ticked by, you found it increasingly difficult to focus on the lecture, your mind wandering back to the events of the party, precisely to those you didn’t remember. Harry was nowhere to be found, and you wondered if you had misbehaved towards him.

He must regret inviting you in the first place.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice when Harry entered the classroom, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on you. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of you, your face drawn and weary, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy you had exuded the night before.

"Hey, Y/N," Harry said softly, making his way towards you with a hopeful smile. "How are you feeling today?"

You looked up, startled by his sudden appearance, and forced a weak smile. "Hey, Harry. I'm...I'm okay, I guess."

Harry's smile faltered slightly at the hint of sadness in your voice, but he pushed aside his concerns, determined to lift your spirits. "That's good to hear. Listen, about last night..."

But before he could finish his sentence, the professor began the lecture, cutting off their conversation and leaving Harry feeling frustrated and disappointed. You let out a sigh of relief, because you didn’t have to hear about the horrible things you did last night, for an hour at least.

During class, Harry felt uneasy and unsure about where they stood. He kept looking at you, feeling worried when he saw you looking down.

As the lecture came to an end, Harry gathered his things and made his way towards you, 

"Y/N," he said softly again, "Can we talk for a minute?"

You looked up, nodding "Sure, Harry. What's up?"

Harry took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he searched for the right words. "I just wanted to say...about last night. You were perfect, Y/N. Nothing bad happened, okay?"

You frowned, confusion in your eyes as you tried to make sense of his words. "What do you mean, Harry? I don't remember much from last night."

Harry's heart sank at your admission, a pang of disappointment piercing through him like a knife. "It's...it's nothing, Y/N. Don't worry about it."

But despite his attempt to brush off the conversation, Harry couldn't shake off the feeling of sadness that lingered within him. He knew that he should be grateful that nothing bad had happened between you both, but deep down, he couldn't help but wish that you remembered the kiss you had shared, and the way you made his heart beat faster. He wished you remembered him driving you home, and then being silly around him.

“That’s a huge relief! Oof” 

You said after a while, trusting him on that. He wouldn’t lie to you, you were sure of that.

“Yeah” he replied, forcing a smile, because he was sad.

“Guess I’ll see you later?” you asked, and he nodded.

You collected your materials and stuffed them back into your bag. Checking your schedule, you made your way to your next class, leaving Harry and his thoughts alone.

"But I love you more than words can say,

I can't count the reasons I should stay,

One by one they all just fade away,

But I love you more than words can say."

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[fic] Floriography

Floriography

Ikemen Vampire | Part of Cybird University Verse | Vlad x Reader | G | 3.5k words | ao3 link

By next week, and the several following, Vlad gives you flowers.

A/N: One last fic before my vacation ends! Another installment to my university crossover AU! This one is just silly and pointless and I don't know why it's reach this word count lol. In this particular fic, characters from other ikeseries games show up, and there are some callbacks to the previous fics for worldbuilding lol. I'm not an expert of floriography, I just used this as reference.

The day the news broke out that the university president has been kicked out and replaced by a new one, is the day that you wake up as if your muscles are replaced by lead.

Sore, aching in places you don’t even know can ache, your heavy eyes struggling to pry open, you—after ten minutes of intense internal deliberation—decide to call in sick. This is rare, but the recent months have thrown you into a waterfall of activities: traveling to conferences, organizing events, research projects, department-related excursions—these on top of teaching and grading papers and lots and lots and lots of meetings held consecutively in separate buildings.

You steal a few more minutes of sleep, but the responsible (read: guilty) person that you are, you grab your phone on the desk beside your bed and fire off a heads up in your department group chat. An email announcement for today’s classes will be written a little later.

Not even ten seconds in and your phone lights up like fireworks.

HEY HEY YOURE MISSING OUT

Oh, no. Rest well, doc.

Oh my god guys! Did you read the paper?

Moving forward, what’s in it for us?

Its aLready been poSTED in teh WEBSITE!!!!!!!!

Proper typing please, prof. This is still a professional group chat.

You squint at the stream of chats as you try to feel for a sleeping position that wouldn’t exacerbate the soreness in your calves. The nerves at your nape feel pinched and your shoulder muscles burn. Thank god it’s almost the weekend; you think you won’t come to work until next week.

Then, in a private chat, one of your colleagues sends you a link to a livestream of an emergency announcement. On the thumbnail is the Executive Secretary Kicho’s face, and despite the woozy state of mind and body, you tap on the video.

“—thus, from this day onwards, our new university president—”

A close up shot of the HR director, looking like when Professor Clavis has installed a giant disco ball on top of the historical main building—again. A panicked glare towards the secretary, who ignores it, then a rapid blinking that can be interpreted as repeated SOS directly to the camera. The live comments are on fire: some asking what happened to the previous president, some celebrating the disappearance of the previous president, and some lamenting over the future of the university. Two in particular are a momentous standout:

Dr. Clavis Lelouch Haha so we’re allowing insurrections now? Splendid! @Chevalier Michel sleep with one eye open 👈(ﾟヮﾟ👈)

Kenshin Uesugi, PhD I will join the insurrection and challenge Michel to a duel to the death.

It’s chaos afterwards. You spare a sympathetic thought for your HR-Director-promoted-to-University-President. But, really, you’re too out of it and in pain to care. Sleep calls, and it is not to be denied.

+

A few hours more of sleep, breakfast, and an email announcement to your classes (with additional assignments so your students won’t slack off) later, there’s a knock on the front door.

On the other side of the doorway, a bouquet of gladioli and yellow tulips greets you. This is held by a pair of elegant-fingered hands attached to a beautiful specimen of a man, who is currently gracing you with the sweetest smile that has ever existed in your lifelong awareness.

“Special delivery!”

Vlad passes you the flowers, your hands coming up to meet the gift in reflex. You met Vlad—a pretty and charming florist across your building—right after you moved into your apartment. Noticing the moving truck, he had wandered into the building and introduced himself, a pot of anthurium in hand. You were so taken by his kind and pure heart that you’d swore to yourself to protect this man and buy flowers from him regularly. To this day, the anthurium is still alive and bright-colored in your living room.

“I didn’t order this?” you say, admiring the flowers. “What’s the occasion?”

“It’s a get-well-soon gift from your students. They asked me to deliver it to you, since they have classes all day today and couldn't do it themselves.”

That’s sweet of them, to make a gesture like this. It warms your heart, and you bring the bouquet closer to your chest.

You almost forget that Vlad is standing outside the hallway, and he’s watching you with a curious glint in his eyes.

“Oh! I bought a strawberry cake yesterday. Have some as my thanks.”

“I won’t say no to that.”

You also brew him coffee, explaining that the combination is a feast on the taste buds. Vlad just hums in agreement, definitely not protesting against free strawberry-made food. As he enjoys the pastry, you sip your own coffee in contentment, the floral gift already arranged and added into the coziness of your living area.

Midway through decimating his cake, Vlad comments, “This is my first time inside your home.”

You pause. “Truly?”

“Truly.” He turns a little to his left, where the large windows overlook the campus, the sun glaring behind the edge of the main building far to the right. “Ah! The anthurium I gave you is still healthy.”

“Of course. I’ve been pretty diligent about taking care of it.”

Vlad smiles so prettily that your heart forgets to fulfil its function for a couple of seconds. Will that have to be added to your list of things to ask your doctor?

When all is finished, Vlad lingers in the hallway as you bid him goodbye. Then he asks, “Will you also call in sick tomorrow?”

You think about it for a moment. “If I still feel sore, then maybe. But as much as possible, I don’t want to cancel classes again.”

He takes the liberty to smoothen the wrinkles on your shirt, a move that you find odd yet not unwelcome. “I see. Then, rest well. I’ll see you around.”

The remaining hours of the day are spent on the bed, hot compress soothing your heavy muscles, while you catch up with your leisure reading. Every now and then your thoughts drift to the memory of Vlad’s smile, how it’s caught in the late morning sun, an example of perfect geometry. You don’t notice it—but your own lips curve of their own accord.

And then your phone buzzes with the group chat notification, the preview text saying, OUR SPY SAYS SURPRISE AUDIT TOMORR…

+

The next day, you come into the department office warmly welcomed by a mess of papers and Hideyoshi at the end of his wits.

“I’m sorry you have to come to work,” he says by way of greeting, the black undereye circles he’s sporting so obvious in his haggard face. “I would’ve told you to rest some more, but Mitsuhide says that the head auditor is personally seeing the audit of our college.”

You nod in sympathy. It’s not like your college doesn’t comply with the university standards—in fact, it’s one of the most compliant colleges ever, lauded (sarcastically though) by Executive Secretary Kicho whenever he has the opportunity for it. It’s just that, there’s a weird and tension-filled rivalry going on with your dean and the director of internal audit. Every time they cross paths you swear that the air thickens and darkens, static raising the hair on your arms and nape. It drives Hideyoshi insane and Mitsuhide gleeful. Dean Nobunaga, though—he’s just amused and so nonchalant about it all.

“S’okay, I planned on coming anyway. Uh, good luck to us, I guess? What time will the audit happen?”

“In the afternoon, right after lunch break—we have a little more time.” Hideyoshi sighs. Behind him your colleagues pass around a jug of coffee, the enticing smell reaching your nose. “It’s not that we’re not prepared, but we’ve been informed that today is going to be different. How exactly it will be different, I don’t know. Mitsuhide didn’t say.”

“But is Dean Nobunaga worried about it?”

Hideyoshi jolts at that. “Not at all! Our—our dean has full confidence in our capabilities. It’s just that—well …”

Hideyoshi’s devotion to Nobunaga has been a main topic in the college for some time now—ever since he assumed the position of associate dean, in fact. Apparently something happened between them in the past that made the once-average-performing student Hideyoshi shoot for graduating with distinction so that he could follow Nobunaga in whatever field he was taking. It isn’t like it’s a secret, but the teasing became so much for Hideyoshi he’d now get embarrassed whenever somebody mentions that particular point of his past around him.

Sometimes, you catch him unconsciously referring to the dean as ‘Lord Nobunaga’, but you don’t bring that up to him ever.

“It’s just that the audit director has been trying to sabotage our college and destroy our reputation! I can’t let that happen.” Hideyoshi’s phone rings, and he warily turns around. “I must check the other departments. We’ll have our post-audit meeting later. In the meantime, don’t push yourself too much, okay? Where’re the dept-heads when you need them …”

When you place your bag on your desk, a colleague offers you a mug of coffee, which you take gratefully. “Happy Friday, I guess?” you offer.

It’s met with a snort. “Say that again after you finish filing all your student evaluation forms. Bet it hasn’t even reached seventy percent compliance.”

Your co-faculty is right. “Mine’s sixty-three.”

“Ouch. You still have class this morning, right? There’s still time. Happy Friday.”

You sigh, thinking about begging your students to fill out their evaluation form again. Happy Friday indeed.

+

“Vlad!”

“Oh, hello.”

There are two other customers perusing the displays, curiously sniffing the blooms. Instead of meandering around, you head straight to the counter, where Vlad is rearranging the decorations beside the cash register. He waves a hand goodbye at the one customer who exits without buying anything and glances at the other, who’s still smelling the flowers. When his shining eyes fall upon you, you momentarily forget what you’re supposed to say.

“Uh—oh, right! I’d like to place an order,” you say, checking your phone for any additional instructions. When you find none, you go back to Vlad, who’s watching you with his customer service smile. “A bouquet for our boss, something that means respect and success and great job and all.”

“Hmm.” The smile cracks and becomes more excited. “Did something good happen?”

“We just survived a surprise audit. Everybody was ready to demolish our building out of sheer panic, but Dean Nobunaga led us to victory. The audit director looked so frustrated! We just want to celebrate tonight. Can it be done?”

“Of course, you can count on me.” Vlad steps out of the counter. Somewhere in the corner, the other customer sneezes. “I already have something in mind. I’ll get on to it right away.”

He shows you a preliminary illustration of the bouquet, and you, knowing nothing about the language of flowers, agree to everything he suggests. It’s paid by the college budget anyway, so whatever. When the flowers are finalized, you hand him Hideyoshi’s card. Vlad raises an amused brow, having gotten to know the man via your recountings of your college shenanigans whenever you drop by, but swipes it wordlessly.

“I’ll pick it up later, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll see you then.”

At the door you turn and see the remaining customer having an allergic reaction to sunflowers. Caught off-guard by the scene, you approach the person to help, meeting Vlad’s concerned eyes at the other side. It takes you an hour for the matter to settle, and you finally leave the flower shop, Vlad’s soft, cool voice lingering behind you.

+

By next week, and the several following, Vlad gives you flowers.

Not a bouquet, just one hand-picked flower that he offers you by the apartment exit with a cheerful smile and a morning greeting.

“What’s this?” you ask.

“Just something to brighten your mood,” he answers.

And that would be that, except every day it’s a different flower: today it’s an amethyst flower; tomorrow it’s angelica flower; the day after that it’s lesser celandine; and so on and so forth. There’s no pattern to the choices of flowers he gifts you, and oftentimes you wonder if he’s just carding through the types of flowers alphabetically for no reason at all.

It comes to a point where even Nobunaga makes mention of it:

“Your admirer is committed to their daily presents, I see.” 

He’s caught you on the way to your department office, studying the flower as if it holds all the answers to the universe. You freeze at your dean’s voice, and Nobunaga takes the opportunity to intimidate you through proximity. He eyes the flower before gauging your reaction, and something in your face delights him, because he grins and says:

“White clover. Interesting.”

It takes a few more seconds, but you manage to gather your wits.

“It’s just from the florist near my apartment building. He’s nice and generous enough to give me flowers to ‘brighten my mood’, as he put it.”

“Indeed.”

Nobunaga’s grin hasn’t slipped off, and a grinning Nobunaga means a dangerous Nobunaga. You still remember that time when he audaciously announced that he intended to unify all colleges under his lofty purview, which incited a whole spectrum of responses ranging from sardonic amusement (Dean Sariel) to a declaration of war (Professor Kenshin). It’s risky to stay inside the perimeter of a scheming Nobunaga, so you pretend to look around and gasp dramatically, pointing to a corner as if expecting somebody to materialize out of thin air.

“Oh, look! Isn’t that Doc Hideyoshi coming to get you? Well, dean, it’s nice to talk to you. See you around!”

You don’t give him the satisfaction of responding when he calls out, “I’ll guess tomorrow’s choice—peach blossoms.”

+

Vlad’s flowers are too beautiful to put away once they wither, so you elect to press them and have them framed in your home.

But as you stare at the array of the colorful gifts for you, you can’t help but think of what Nobunaga told you earlier. It haunts you until the next day, when Vlad hands you a frame of pressed peach blossom flowers.

“Peach blossoms are out of season,” he elaborates, “so I preserved them until I can give them to you.”

The words escape you quicker than your brain can catch them:

“What the hell?”

Vlad falters, his genial smile wavering, and you scramble to accept the gift with a sheepish smile of your own. A dour Vlad makes the world go dimmer, so you try to salvage your faux pas.

“I’m sorry! I just meant—you’re going to think it strange. Yesterday, my boss saw your gift and then predicted that today’s flower would be peach blossoms. And he’s right! I can’t believe he’s right.”

As you recount your conversation with your dean, Vlad listens in rapt attention, his expression serious, until you mention Nobunaga’s parting words, and that lights up Vlad’s face. “Oh,” he says, narrow-eyed pleasure uplifting his features. “What an interesting man.”

“Is he? He just made a lucky guess, I bet.”

“Why don’t you ask him what he thinks? Maybe he guessed my intentions correctly as well.”

That makes you pause. “What are your intentions?”

Vlad chuckles. He taps your nose once, almost teasing but also fond. Your heart skips a beat.

“That takes out the fun, doesn’t it?”

Later, at the faculty room, Nobunaga sweeps by and sees the framed peach blossoms on your desk. The smirk he’s adorning is practically radioactive in its smugness.

+

Before the end of the day, you cave.

You march up all the way to Nobunaga’s office, heedless of Hideyoshi’s offended squawk, and demand, “All right. Explain.”

Nobunaga leans back on his plush leather chair and eyes you critically, arms folded across his chest. If you were anybody else, and Nobunaga anybody else, the way you treat your boss could invite a surprise visit from the HR. But you’ve been working in this institution for a while now, and four-fifths of those years had Nobunaga as your dean. He may be intimidating at first—and he still is—but you’ve discovered that underneath that warlord-philosophy he’s got going for your college is a big brother who would readily tease his younger siblings with relish at every opportunity.

Which makes him all the worse when you think about it.

Behind you, Hideyoshi attempts to catch your attention. “What do you think you’re doing—”

“White clover. Think of me.”

You and Hideyoshi both halt and stare at Nobunaga. The twin looks of confusion fail to daunt him.

“In the language of flowers, white clover means think of me.”

He lets the words hang in the air, and you and Hideyoshi glance at each other—he bewildered and you boggled.

“Are you sure?”

“Are you doubting Lor—Dean Nobunaga?!”

You level Hideyoshi a pointed look. He coughs discreetly. Before you can say anything further, Nobunaga redirects back the topic at hand.

“I am certain. You may ask me about the meanings of other flowers, if you wish.”

“Okay … Amethyst flower?”

“Admiration.”

“Angelica flower?”

“Inspiration.”

“Lesser celandine?”

“Happiness coming your way.”

“Hibiscus?”

“Delicate beauty.”

You pause at that. “What? Really?” You shake your head. “Uh … Viole—blue violet?”

“Faithfulness.”

“... Peach blossom?”

Here Nobunaga smirks, just like earlier. He lets the silence marinate for a bit before dropping the bomb.

“I am your captive.”

Hideyoshi gasps; you’re not sure why—he’s not the one being wooed. The two of them await your response, Hideyoshi vibrating with what you suspect is materteral commentary on the subject matter.

“Seriously?” you say.

Nobunaga just nods.

“Is someone courting you?” Hideyoshi explodes, grabbing your shoulders and whirling you to him. His expression is a little frantic, as if he can’t believe that he wasn’t informed of this. You’re tempted to say that he can always adopt you if he wants to continue indulging himself of his motherly urges. “You know them well, right? You’re getting to know them well? They have a stable job, right? What’s their annual salary rate? They better not have any criminal record. Have you asked for their CV—”

“Okay,” you declare, escaping the associate dean’s line of interrogation and heading towards the door. “Thanks for the answers, Boss. And Doc Hideyoshi—you might as well slap my suitor’s face with money based on how you’re shaking right now. Anyway, gotta go.”

“Wait, I’m not finished—”

“Byyyyeeeee!”

+

Tomorrow comes, and just like any previous days, Vlad is waiting for you by the apartment building exit, and this time the flower he offers you is a rose. Red and fully blossomed.

“This is the most beautiful rose that bloomed in my garden,” he explains without your prompting. “I’d like for you to have it.”

Hesitation colors your movements. Even you know what a red rose means. Vlad’s gaze is guileless, and you’ve no doubt that the man knows that by giving you a rose, he’s declaring something with intent.

Though it's only a single flower, its fragrance is remarkably potent. “A-Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“You know what this means, right?” And, because you can’t help yourself, you add: “I asked what the other flowers’ meanings are.”

“And what did you find out?”

So you tell him what transpired the day before. Vlad listens diligently, a serene light cast on his face. When you enumerate the list of flowers he’s given you the past weeks and what they symbolize, the calm smile that curves Vlad’s mouth widens and widens.

When you finish, Vlad’s grinning, white teeth sparkling against the morning sun. For some unfathomable reason, the thought of him being a perfect toothpaste model renders you distracted. You nearly miss him stepping closer to you.

He leans towards the side of your face, his hand grasping one of yours and pushes something on your palm. Your fingers enclose on a narrow stem, thornless.

Then Vlad whispers into your ear, “So … have I succeeded, then? Did you think of me in the last several weeks?”

He also smells of roses. This close, you note the floral scents that cling to him strongly. Like he’s bathed every day in flowers.

“Well?” he spurs, and the warmth of his breath accelerates your heartbeat. It makes you realize the lack of distance you have with each other.

“Oh,” you mumble, shifting your feet. Vlad remains in his position. And then, softer: “Constantly.”

Vlad sighs happily, pressing his nose against your hair and inhales your scent. You jump in surprise, not expecting that. But before you can make another move, he’s lessened his proximity to you, hands on his back, head tilted, innocent smile on.

“Did you … Did you just—”

“I’ll send a frame of pressed agrimony to your boss, and—” Vlad looks at you slyly “—attach my CV while I’m at it.”

You blink.

“What.”

⇼

Endnotes:

Other reactions from Nobunaga's unification goal: confusion (Prof. Isaac); bloodthirst (Head of Security Motonari); airheaded intrigue (Prof. Dazai); nosy intrigue (Prof. Arthur); resentment (School of Divinity Dean Kennyo); rebellion plotting (then-Prof. Kicho); a raised eyebrow (Prof. Michel); pure stressed out (then-HR Director); pure amusement (Director of Audit); refusal to be one-upped by this villainy (Prof. Clavis); etc. etc.

The apartment building you live in is owned by the kind landlord, Comte.

Vlad deliberately set up his flower shop across the apartment building so he could unnerve Comte whenever the landlord visited the building. When Vlad had developed an interest in you, Comte barged in his flower shop once and threatened Vlad not to hurt his tenant. Vlad sent him hops flowers, just because.

You luckily managed to reach 70% compliance in student evaluation that day before the audit session. Happy Friday.

Hideyoshi reads Vlad's CV and ruptures his blood vessels. Mitsuhide is there to see it in real-time.

[callslips]

TRANSMASC! NAT x TRANSFEMME! LOTTIE HCS

(sorry anon, accidentally deleted your ask </3)

*noted this is written from a tboy perspective but i will do my girlie lot justice! *the nsfw portion will be tagged at the end as a pwp transmac x transfemme lottienat AO3 fic :>

SFW HCS

absolute favorite has to be nat, even after four+ months on T, being such a baby about shots and asking lottie to do them for him (which she obviously says yes to every time)

lot in solidarity offers to let nat do hers, instructs him carefully, and then soon they're just doing each others HRT shots and cuddling afterwards in the ensuing gender euphoria of it all

lot's HRT won't give her a cycle and it'll make her dysphoric while she's also dealing with all the hormones still occurring, nat would be the doting bf affirming her in the ways he can the whole time - "baby, you're so pretty. such a pretty girl." and doing all the things you'd normally do - making sure she eats well, giving her extra attention, chocolates, kisses all over her face to show how loved she is, and checking in on her frequently in case she needs extra love and attention

nat gets top surgery while they're dating and lot takes care of him the whole time, reassures him even when he feels a little silly for whining about any pain or having to wear the bandages and gives him loads of kisses and compliments when he finally takes the binder off, mindful of the fact she still has to be careful but obsessed with touching his now-flat chest especially since he's so happy about it.

whenever nat is feeling dysphoric lottie will tell him how handsome he is while playing with his hair/running her fingers along his top surgery scars/playing with the happy trail on his stomach until all he can do is laugh and pull her in for kisses

nat gets to over 8 months on T and his voice has fully deepened, lot's voice has gotten higher on E and they're both like - somehow even more attracted to each other than they were before dksjks. phone calls even though they just left each other's apartments just to hear each other's voices, nat sending husky voice notes in the morning because he knows they drive lottie crazyyyy. lot's voice being so cute to nat that sometimes conversations are like - "babe, i literally just explained this to you." and nat's like, "i know. can you say it again though? i just love hearing you talk."

nat's HRT giving him that *slutty* male waist and allowing him to bulk a bit, lot literally can't keep her hands off him or stop bragging about how handsome "my man" is or using every possible moment to say "my guy" or "my boyfriend" (nat is even worse about calling lot "my girl", making it extremely clear to all his dudebros that lot is HIS,, but we won't get into it, possessive nat is for another time)

likewise lottie's HRT making her gain weight in her hips and chest and nat being like, insanely obsessed with this. could not keep his hands off of her if he tried and even then lot wouldn't want him to, grinning every time nat squeezes at the plush of her waist or kisses her stomach, telling her she's "so perfect, so beautiful. how'd i get so lucky?"

literally the most wholesome relationship ever, like they go clothes shopping together and tell each other which outfits look so pretty or so handsome

the height difference doesn't even bother nat because having a tall gf just means her skirts show even MORE of her legs (he has an obsession there as well) and when they cuddle he can just starfish on top of her while she plays with his hair and gives him little affirmations

probably could go on and on but i hope you enjoyed :,)

NSFW TRANSMASC! NAT X TRANSFEMME! LOTTIE A03 FIC LINK:

this was written on anon so i'm kind of defeating the purpose by posting it but only a few of you have my tumblr soooo

[theflyingfeeling]

well said, Niko 👏

so I went to exit my emotions in Germany last weekend, details below:

we went to the shows in Berlin & Leipzig, with a VIP experience for the latter

and guyyyyyyyyssss let me tell you, BC really did not lie when they said we were there to Exit our Emotions 😩 the shows went straight to the very top of my personal BC shows list, the energy was amazing and all the new songs sounded incredible live, even the ones that weren't necessarily my #1 favourites, like Where's the Exit and Wolves in California. Especially the former sounds sooooooooooooooo good live 💖

and because I was there mainly to enjoy myself and to exit the fuck out of my stupid useless emotions, I barely took any videos or pictures (I never take pictures anyway, how do y'all manage to take such amazing shots at shows?!) despite having relatively good spots to do so. I kinda wish I had more so I could think back to the shows afterwards, but on the other hand I felt like I got way more out of the show when I put my undivided focus on it, and besides indoor shows are always challenging on that regard due to the flashing lights etc. and I felt like every time I was going to film the lighting was not appropriate so in the end I just couldn't bother 😅

I don't really have much else to report from Berlin other than that the venue was great, I had an excellent view and had the best time ever 🥰

not least because I met so many BC tumblr friends!! it was so nice seeing everyone, please come to the Nokia Arena show y'all, we'll be your host it's hocus pocus 🥺

and then there was Leipzig 🥴

I mean, this is my initial reaction immediately after it (written in my drafts):

🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈

but yeah, as you can see from this post, @exitemotions and I had bought some silly little gifts to give the guys (rock hand glass markers not pictured), and we were so incredibly chill about the whole thing, like, NO ONE has ever been as chill as we were in advance of the VIP experience, I'm tellin' ya 💅

(we were so chill in fact that when we came back to the hotel room afterwards, we noticed we had forgotten the ceiling light on. you know, because that's how chill and zen and calm we had been upon leaving for the venue 💅💅💅💅💅)

the acoustic set was fucking cute, almost like a little campfire hangout 🥺

about giving the gifts and having our pictures taken: I feel like I was working on some kind of autopilot and can barely remember much anything 🙃 which I'm kinda mad at myself about lol, but I guess the guys liked the gifts (Olli said the glass markers were important, as my foreword for them was that they'd no longer have to fight about which glass/cup was whose, and I remember Tommi saying that socks are always useful. the others are owners of feet as well, so I suppose they agree 🧦)

we had made all sorts of grand plans for our individual pictures with the band but ended up with having "regular" ones after all, because while there was no feeling of rush per se at the m&g, everything was still happening relatively fast and sort of in their own course, and if we had wanted to do any funny poses or whatever, we should've been faster and in a little...sharper mental state to ask for them 😂😭

but we were chill though, I promise 💅

(I'm just cringing at myself so hard because I look like a fucking teacher standing for a class photograph 😂💀 it's funnier if you know I'm actually a teacher lol)

during the show we were on 2-3 row because we kinda missed our cue to run and reserve our spots before the acoustic set. personally I blame Santeri the tour manager for this (and also the fact that there were so many people there who had already been to VIP on this tour before, so they knew what to do 🤷‍♀️ meanwhile we were just left standing like "...wat 🧍‍♂️")

the show was just as great as the Berlin one, I honestly can't put them in order because they were both amazing and really made me forget about my sad little life 🖤

Rock Band From Hell was also alright. the one with no shirt on was hot

Ghost Kid was cool too. the one with no shirt on was hot

...so hot in fact that I already fell in love with him at the Berlin gig, and so when we were on our way to the merch booth after the Leipzig show, we ran into him and I flirted chatted with him a bit and had my picture taken with him 🥰 he was soooooo sweet and funny and I hope he'll stay true to his promise and keep the thing I said to him ('the drummer of BC could never [swirl the drumstick in his fingers in between every beat like you do]') "just between you and me" 🤭

from the merch booth I bought the XOXO longsleeve which looks super nice (sadly the quality isn't as super though dfgdgdsdh)

the next day it was time to return home, and as @kraeuterhexchen was seeing me to my platform at the railway station, I broke into tears in the middle of an escalator and didn't stop crying until boarding my plane lol

it's just that I was really nervous about travelling back to the airport from Leipzig because I had two changes of trains and the horror stories I've heard of Deutsche Bahn always being late were only adding to it, and that stress somehow triggered some sort of emotional meltdown in me and I realised the trip that I had been waiting for 6 MONTHS was now ending?? there had been so much talk about how we'd "do this and that when we go to Berlin/Leipzig and see BC" and now it's all done and gone and ?????? how does one move on after that 😭

but mostly I've been crying about the gift I gave to Olli 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

some of you have already heard about this, but I had made Olli this pin cushion ring:

...because I wanted to "support his sewing hobby", as I told him then sdhfhdfhfhfh

he seemed to really appreciate it, and as I demonstrated how handy it was (because you can wear it and easily put the pins there while sewing instead of having to reach to a pin cushion further away on the table), he told me he only had this huge pin cushion ("a brick" he called it, the one you can see on this video), and aaaahhhhh I'M SO ANGRY AT MYSELF for not remembering much else or barely daring to even look at him to see his reaction 😭 I do remember he got very excited when he heard he was getting a sewing-related gift though ("yessss" he said, if my memory doesn't fail me too bad) 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

and I'm so sad I didn't even get a picture of him with it, because Joona the photographer was in the possession of my phone at that moment 😔 and I also forgot to tell him I had made it myself, though I believe it's self-evident. but, you know. still 😭

and the reason why I've been so emotional about it is because I had made the ring weeks ago already, shortly after the album release event, and since then I have admired it every day (because hellooooo is it not the cutest?!) and I had imagined all the scenarios in which I'd give it to him, what I'd say about it and how he'd react to it (I wondered if he'd even know what it was, but of course he immediately recognized it as a pin cushion when I showed it to him 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭), and yesterday it just suddenly hit me that when I'd be back home, the ring would no longer be there on my table for me to admire and hold in my hands, because Olli has it now? it's OLLI'S now, as intented, and yeah idk why but even now, two days later, I'm still literally crying about it as I'm writing this because I had grown strangely attached to that silly trinket and now I'll probably never see it again 🥺😭 (I guess I should just make one for myself too lol, my old one that I made almost 17 years ago is a wee bit shabby)

anyway, if anyone sees him, can you please tell him to take good care of it 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

the world's biggest thanks to everyone who I hung out with on this trip, but especially to @kraeuterhexchen whose stunning art I can now admire in calendar form on my kitchen wall every month of the year (yes I shall keep you updated):

...and to @another-sun the organizer extraordinaire, as well as to my travelling companion @exitemotions (thanks for all the laughs with a touch of chaos in between <3)

here's me with BC again, the only other picture that's not blurry af lol

in conclusion, 🎵 never again, never again 🎵

...until next time 👀

[talesofsorrowandofruin]

9 Lines 9 People Tag

Thanks for tagging me, @theprissythumbelina and @sarahlizziewrites! :D

This is a lot more than nine lines, but anyway. Behold, the prologue to Uneasy Money:

The funny thing is— and isn't that just the summary of my life. I could write my autobiography and use that as its title. The funny thing is, I'm the first to admit I'm not a good person. The funny thing is, I owe my existence to Gilbert. The funny thing is, I really did want to ruin them all. Well. In this case, the funny thing is that I never meant to kill anyone. I thought it was a game. Just a fun club to join after school. Somewhere to go when I didn't want to go home. Somewhere I belonged, when I've never belonged anywhere. It was silly and insincere and nothing but a social club. I continued to think it was a game right up until the bullets started flying that August evening. You remember the damnedest things afterwards. Someone dropped a cigarette and the smoke curled upwards in ghostly wisps. A quiet splash in the river where a fish had snatched a fly. Cows mooing in the distance. I didn't hear the gunshots. That's another funny thing. Jack fell back against me with blood spurting out of the hole in his forehead. My leg felt like it had caught fire. I looked down and saw my blood pouring out of my thigh. The other boys yelled a million miles away. But all I heard clearly was my own heartbeat. On the far side of the river I saw the reeds move when there was no wind. That was where the gunmen were. Hidden behind Jack's body, I pulled my gun from my holster and fired at each one. They hadn't expected us to fight back. They ran. I shot two in the back before they could reach the cover of the trees. Smoke, blood, dogs barking in distant houses. My leg hurt too much to move. I'd have stayed there for the rest of the night if Edmund hadn't come back for me. He dragged me back to his house. His dad looked at my leg, then at me, then at Edmund. "I fell on a stick," I said. "It was a very sharp stick." The bullet had just grazed me. Gone through the skin and out the other side. Bled like hell, though. Edmund's dad wasn't stupid. He must have known the truth. He said nothing. I told my mum the same story. She didn't believe me. That was why she kicked me out. That was why I was sixteen, homeless, jobless, and desperate. That was why I decided blackmailing my dad's other family was the best option. The funny thing is, I can trace almost everything that's happened since, in my life and everyone else's, to that terrible evening in 1914.

My name is Thomas McGeown. (Or Thomas Millner, a name which I have a moral right to — twice over! — but no legal right to. You'll hear all about that later.) This is only partly my story.

Tagging @blind-the-winds, @akiwitch, @akindofmagictoo, @antihell, @aether-wasteland-s, @rose-bookblood, @ahordeofwasps, @writingdeliberately, @chayscribbles, and anyone else who wants to do this! :D

[pearlnareff]

For the character ask game: could I please have 2, 5, 12, 18, 24 about Nathan (Seymour, lol 😉)? 💖

AHHHH YES! Sorry I only teared up twice answering these. also take a shot every time I use the word "iconic" because seriously they absolutely are (also alternating between she and they pronouns because that is how she exists in my brain fja;owejf):

2. Favorite canon thing about this character? Yes. All of the above. OKAY as true as that is, really? The vibes are immaculate. The aesthetic, the attitude, the style, hell- even the Dominoes Sponsorship /j Everything about Nathan is just chef's kiss. I love how they are just unapologetically themselves. Like UEGH even in… the Rising movie when they're going through that dream/memory/nightmare sequence and then snap out of it at the end by like hugging that younger version of them. Like it legit makes me tear up cause I see it as… Nathan being the version of herself that she needed back then. To just show herself a little bit of self-love. And it's just beautiful to me! Nathan Seymour is beautiful inside and out for real.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about this character? SAME AS YURI I'M SO SORRY-- THE FIRST THOUGHT WAS "GIRL IS ON FIRE" I promise I understand fire motif characters have more depth and that I'm just a slut for Alicia Keys, but TBH it completely fits Nathan a whole lot better. "So bright, she can burn your eyes, better look the other way. You can try, but you'll never forget her name." Also "She got her head in the clouds, and she's not backing down." Like not to talk about Sky High but like! Sorry I'll just never get over her riding on Sky High's shoulders as he flies around okay.

12. What is a headcanon you have for this character? I'm not too sure how much of this is actually considered a headcanon but I definitely believe that Nathan and Kotetsu have had a fling before. Super casual, no hard feelings afterwards, just a super cute temporary fling. A flame, if you will xD Like, maybe they one of them needed a date for a wedding or a plus one to some fancy event and they just had a really really good time. It's silly but their friendship just means a lot to me yes.

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire? What if I sat here and sobbed about Fire Emblem and Sky High for ten years? What if I laid on the ground and made you a sweater of my tears? Like not even just because FireSky is a top-tier ship for me romantically but like? Even just their partnership as buddy heroes is just so wonderful and wholesome like. I love that in their episode in season 2, their "conflict" is… Thinking the other one is too perfect. And too good. That's just? It's so sweet and I can't handle it. They're so different from each other but in the best way possible. Like peanut butter and jelly. Different but they go together so so so well. Nathan is sassy and fierce while Keith is golden retriever goober man. They compliment each other so so well. One day I will finally finish (start) the one shot idea I have for them but sadly I fail at completing things fjao;efi

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them? This is hard because Nathan is so freaking iconic but like…. if I had to pick one out….. Okay same as the last ask I'm having such a hard time but! If I had to shove them into another fandom that I love, I think they would fit So well into Ace Attorney (Imagining her as a witness or even a guest prosecutor would just be so much fun) or into Jojo's BIzarre Adventure, Part 6 Specifically (I would just love to see them interact with some of the Stone Ocean ladies.)

[stormblessed95]

MOTS ON:E DVD Pt. 2

This package was released in September 2021 and covers the online concerts performances filmed on 201010 and 201011. There are 3 DVDs included in this package. The first 2 DVDs cover the actual concert in full from 201010. The 2nd DVD also includes the last part of that day 1 concert as well as day 2s solo stages. Disc 3 includes the merch and poster making film and VCR making film, the Rehersals and practice making films and the concert d-day making film. (300 minutes in total from all 3 DVDs.) You can find my post over the first 2 discs here. And Disc 3 is what I'll cover in this post. Reminder again that this is simply me bullet point talking about this as I go basically, like I'm reacting to a friend. Lol I'll also add here that I found a link on YouTube for the whole 3rd DVD as well that you can all watch. It only goes up to 360p but it's Still pretty good!

Disc 3

Merch and Poster Making Film:

The DVD opens with everyone's individual shoot in a backstage setting for their concert merch. Namjoon telling us about how sad he is that his cherry blossoms haven't bloomed yet on his tree. He is a precious soul. 🥺 NamKookMin in a unit. And so cute. Lol jikooks constant giggles and bickering and the way Jimin pinched JKs nipple so JK pinched his upper thigh and their constant touching. Lmfao Joonie asking to be saved 🤣 "who put me In a unit with these two" will always be so hysterical

They did their shoots for their poster in October 2019. They shot in front of different backdrops while standing in water and they looked so pretty. And then we of course have jikook posing separately in front of some of the backdrops and taking photos of each other for themselves. Lol very cute. And Hobi just watching them giggling.

And when they shot silhouette shots, Hobi asked if ARMY would be able to tell who was who and they started making guesses. And JK just goes "anyone would be able to tell Jimin is right there" 🥺 They did the next shoot in front of an all white backdrop. Lol Everyone teasing about their running poses and Tae taking a photo of Jins silly running pose to keep too 🤣 and everyone kept crashing into each other 😭🤣 and then the softest moment ever in their shoot on the sand. When the director asked JK to please relax his eyes a bit, Jimin goes "just a sec" and then gently makes eye contact with JK and rubs at his neck before JK does soften and then he goes "yeah" and they get back to shooting. Like omg?? Jimin softened him right up and JK clearly loves him so much. And that just felt like SUCH a moment?! One that is so underrated.

VCR Making Film:

VCR was filmed sometime in early 2020, according to their hair colors/styles. JinKook immediately bickering and play fighting and kicking each other. Lmao as always. It's their love language. And Yoongi being so flabbergasted yet endeared by Jins craziness. Lol JK saying that he hopes that even when Jin hyung is 60 he would play around with him like that 😭🥺

During a break in the shoot, they start teasing Jimin about No More Dream MV. And then JK just says how he was at home with Jimin and Jimin brought up No More Dream so they started watching the old MV together. Lol they are just literally ALWAYS together, at home together too. 🥺

Namjoon saying his solo VCR shot is one he is thinking of as a clash of his persona and his ego from within. Jungkook saying his is a reflection of the Jung Kook inside him and the Jungkook of BTS. Taekook filming their scenes with the paint was so cute. Lol I still don't get the purpose but I enjoyed it. The staff telling JK to hold on and be still afterwards but he can't help acting really silly and ended up with a mouthful of paint anyway 😅😂 the consequences of your own actions lmfao. He then changes and moves to shoot for his My Time solo of the VCR with clocks for a "boy experiences time difference." Jimin then does his Filter solo shoot for the VCR and Yoongi isn't even there but he is still trying to pick fights 😂 "shouldn't we break things. Im better at breaking things then yoongi" Lmfao Jimin said his concept for that VCR video was about youth.

Jimin opening day 3 of VCR shooting with the film to play after they Dance to Black Swan and his solo dance. And he says he tried to portray turning into a black swan so wretchedly broken. 😭 he did. The emotions! And he is also just so beautiful and cute while shooting. Yoongi said he shot his where he was looking into his own shadow. Tae playing with the ball on his solo set and saying he wants to give it to his little cousin. 😭 V with kids hurts me, it's so precious. My heart! And the way the members all teased their eldest hyungs with the closing marks. Lmao Suga trying to make them all jump to go to the next segment and then Jin trying to do it too, but then the other 5 just kicking them out of frame like they disappeared on their own 🤣

Practice Making Film:

These days were all filmed sometime during the month of September 2020 I believe. Jikooks matching ponytails era. Lol Jungkookie giving out encouraging butt patts before practice starts 🤣 One of my favorite things about practice making films is seeing Dance Leader Hobi as well as Jimin giving up advice and suggestions. Our main dancers 😍 Lol they work so hard honestly yet still have fun! Jimin crawling on the crowd to the beat and JK smacking his ass to the beat while everyone else just stares. No one knows what they are doing either 🤣🤣

The next days practice staring off with the Boy with Luv umbrellas and Jinkook play fighting with them. "Practice starts off with more bickering between the youngest and oldest." Lol we know editors. It's their love language. Vmins smiles as they play with the umbrella. "Two people who can have the most fun with a single umbrella." Editors so cute. JK starting another day of practice off by picking up all the other members to help them stretch. Lol it was so cute. He is so strong!! Jin offering to do it for JK only to give up before even picking him up at all 🤣 Poor Jungkookie. And the way they all practice standing and jumping over the backup dancers. Lol Jimin feels so bad about it. He keeps shouting sorry! And even tried to go brush off their backs after JK stepped on them too 🤣🤣 He is such a sweetheart. JK moving Jimin away and back to his spot too lmao Its the hand on the waist 🥺 plus I love that this practice has them in full black and white feets. Literally had to toe to mask. Lol

Tae holding onto Hobi for hugs and cuddles. GOD THEY ARE SO CUTE. Jikook joining vhope all sitting together in the corner (our vhopeminkook cuddle line) and are all just playing with a go pro. Lol JK is so cute with it too, zooming into everyone's face. Then we get shots over several days of them practicing their solo stages. And God i love seeing them dance and work so hard. I'm obsessed with all of them. Plus still having fun. Hobi DYING laughing on the floor watching Maknae line perform Ego for him. Lol and then the beautiful vocals we got blessed with when Tae decides to join JK and they sing My Time together during one of his practices. Jikook play boxing together while the rappers practice Ugh. I relate. That IS the mood it creates. Vmin making up cute dances together and Joonie coping it too. Lol

They all gather again to do a full practice run through of the whole concert and they are so all looking so cute. Hobi's outfits are always so on point! 5 of them all in matching mastermind fits (2seok the only ones not in it). I believe this was at the very end of September 2020, same day Jikook posted at 4am. Maybe? Correct me if that's not right!

JinKook once again fighting as everyone else warms up. It IS their warm up I guess. Why are they all warming up by crawling around on all 4s. Lol Everyone exhausted after practicing their intense choreo and jikook just resting together so cutely. Jimin laying in JKs lap. Oof. And then joking around and untying his shoe before leaving lol

Jin and JK sprinting like crazy around the practice room because Jin was trying to take JKs ponytail out. Do those 2 never get tired?!! I love seeing that JK helped make the choreo for My Time himself too. That's honestly SO COOL. And Hobi getting SO EXCITED during Jimins filter practice. Lol Tae giggling like crazy and Hobi whooping during THAT moment. Lol and Hobi even shouting out to JK after too. Literally why 🤣 post over that here.

They really are each other's fanboys. I love it. Jin saying he is worried about having to perform after Jimin does because his was so good and everyone hyping him up. He really did perfect and shouldn't have worried at all! Tae joining in for the Ego dance with the backup dancers and continuing after to show Hobi his dance. Vhope really are so cute. 2seok joking about greeting each other with the Ego/Moon dance moves from now on too. Lol and practice continues straight into day 2 the very next day. Namjoon stretching and jikook being the embodiment of monkey see monkey do.

Jimin needing to take off his shoes super quick between Black swan and his solo Black Swan dance as the group disperses. Lol the way he throws both his shoes and socks at Tae 🤣 Tae running off the "stage" with his stuff yelling the whole time that he was supposed to give one to Namjoon too, not just him 🤣🤣 and Jimin trying not to laugh as he starts his very serious contemporary emotional dance. Lol I love them so much. AND THE WAY JIMIN PRACTICES FILTER WITH REAL PEOPLE AND NOT FAKE ONES. How did one get THAT job?! Lol the way he tried desperately to change his clothes so fast but couldn't make it. Lol the members giggles watching him try to strip so fast 😅🤣 and the way a member or two joins Hobi's Ego practices EVERY SINGLE TIME! And the film ends with Jikooks no more dream iconic lift. Except instead of running along everyone's back, JK just picks Jimin up with EASE and carries him spinning down the line. Lol their SMILES. (Gif from this moment is the very first one in the post)

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And this is going to end part 2 of these posts. I'll finish up Disc 3 in part 3 covering rehearsal making film and concert d-day. Thanks for letting me share! Love these guys

[wilsons-striped-ties]

May TC challenge (days 1-31 one shot)

Original post here!

by @icouldbeyourprettygirl

1. How did your relationship start? Was it you who did most of the initiating?

mango: I guess we really became closer in year 1 because I was the female rep for his class, and I would stay back to let him sign the class journal and we'd chat, and he'd text me regarding class stuff and afterwards in year 3/4 I just grew bolder

passion fruit: I was in the front row, right in front of the place he would always stand to teach, and I would whisper the answers to myself and he would always pick on me to answer/do stuff, and I guess since I was most participative, we just became closer

2. How often do you think about them?

mango: every waking moment for a long period of time, before collage started and I became too busy but yesterday I started to think about him again and it's consuming me again

passion fruit: sometimes! I just hope he's doing well most of the times, and wonder how he's doing, I would kill to sit in his classes again

3. What kind of weather matches their vibes? What about yours?

mango: he fits the sunshine after a storm vibe, his resting face is literally scarier than whatever there is, but when he smiles it feels like the clouds parting and warm, bright sunshine breaking through to grace the universe

passion fruit: i think his is more of a complicated stormy weather, but the rain isn't hitting yet. like when the sky's all grey and the wind is whipping into your face, but there's the chance of the sun peeking through, or getting hit with a tornado, there's no in between

me: I'd like to say that I'm when its winter but the sun is still out in a nice way? mostly because it's my favourite season but I feel that I may come off as cold to people, but around friends and people comfortable with me, I'm someone they like to hang around with and there's just those winter days that are warmer rather than freezing? I can be quite unpredictable too, and I change around different people

4. May the fourth be with you! Do they have a favorite movie franchise? Do you?

mango: I have no idea :' he looks like a Lord of the Rings buff maybe

passion fruit: hmm his daughter adores Harry Potter, but he doesn't say much about himself, I do get Lord of the Rings vibes with him too though HAHA

me: ...Lord of the Rings BAHAHAHAHA but hot take: I prefer the Hobbit. I also love Star Trek!

5. Do you have a playlist dedicated to them? What are your favorite songs on it?

mango: FOR SURE. I'm currently listening to it right now. Some of my favourite songs from it include: Nonsense (sped up), Still into You, 我有很喜欢的人了 (I have someone I like), 是梦吧 (it's a dream), Need You Now, Why Don't You Love Me, Mr Watson etc

passion fruit: I don't have one, but it would be similar to mango's

6. What's your go to fantasy/day dream about them?

mango: silly but him driving me home, or just me being in his car, me hugging him and him hugging me back, going to an amusement park with him, and sitting on rollercoasters with him

passion fruit: reading books with him, grabbing movies and fancy dinners with him, us just having deep conversations under the night sky and his attention is fully on me

7. If you had the opportunity, would you go on a date with them? (If they're married/taken, imagine their partner is out of the picture) If so, what would you want to do?

mango: 110% would. definitely will grab dinner with him, hold hands, walk around aimlessly in the shopping centre before going for a late night movie and the date ends with him driving me home

passion fruit: DUH. suddenly got hit with the idea of bowling with him? and maybe grabbing a movie with him before going to dinner, and a late night ice cream snack

8. Do you dress up on the days you see them? How so?

mango + passion fruit: my high schools do school uniforms so I don't really have a say in anything much

9. What's your favorite memory with them?

mango: I think prom, me and my best friend went up and we were all gathered outside the banquet hall of a hotel and we were at those standing tables eating peanuts and nonsense and the table next to mine had him, talking to other teachers. I was standing opposite him and it felt like those drama stuff because there was nothing blocking my view of him and vice versa, and I looked at him and got hit that it's the first time I've seen him in six months and suddenly everything felt lighter and I looked away before looking back, and he chose that exact moment to turn and look at me and our eyes met and I swear I SWEAR his smile pulled wider and his eyes lit up and his eyebrows raised before waving to me really fast and I waved to him and grinned and it was the most wonderful feeling ever

passion fruit: every time he singles me out from the class and asks me to answer a question or do something. he's one of the first and only person to make me feel significant and seen, in a crowd of everyone else that always makes me just another face

10. Have you ever thought about a future with them?

mango: every fake scenario I make up always somehow links to him

passion fruit: not really, its a little harder to imagine

11. Does your tc give you physical affection?

mango + passion fruit: I wish :'

12. Happy Mother’s Day to all who celebrate! Have they ever told you anything about their family? Have you told them about yours?

mango: he's really secretive, so nope

passion fruit: first day he told the class about his family but I wasn't there because I was facilitating orientation with the year 1s

me: I have told them that I have a sister in the school but that's about it, was going to have a long talk with mango about my very toxic family dynamics but he kinda bailed so

13. Do any of your classmates have a crush on your tc?

mango: nope but almost all female year 1s would have found him attractive on the first week of school if he was their teacher, but would stop afterwards HAHA

passion fruit: nope

14. What’s something you wished they knew about you without you having to tell them?

mango: I wish he would know my feelings for the day, like if I was in a good/bad mood and were having a good/bad day or maybe like over the weekends if I had a good break etc

passion fruit: I wish he would know how much I really enjoy his lessons

15. If your tc was invited to a wedding and asked you to be their plus one, what would you wear, and what would you want to see them in? (Theme of the wedding is up to you, so you can choose your outfits)

mango: formal weddings, I would probably wear a dark blue/black gown? No specifics but I would match him. For him, THREE PIECE SUIT DARK BLUE/BLACK + WHITE SHIRT PLEASE and not any checkered/plaid nightmares please maybe top button off or something *giggles like the degenerate I am*

passion fruit: same wedding theme, I would wear the same thing and also match. For him, ooo would like to see him in a three piece as well because he always wears a dress shirt and pants anyways, if he'd throw on a jacket, it would be perfection mmm

16. Do you have any photos of them? Either those that you've found on their social media or ones you've taken yourself?

mango: YES I've taken sneaky paparazzi photos of him, created a facebook page to stalk him, his instagram and school website pictures (one of them is insanely hot) and also have taken photos with him (I somehow manage to look atrocious in every picture I take with him)

passion fruit: some photos off the school website, and photos with him!

17. Have you ever listened to break up songs/love songs and thought of them?

mango: UH DUH

passion fruit: not really

18. What style/haircut/tattoos/facial hair/etc do you think would suit them best?

mango: his look now is wonderful but clean cut/a little stubble would be enough, he doesn't really rock facial hair. would be interested to see a tattoo though

passion fruit: oof some white streaks is HOT in his hair and he has that already, he rocks with and without facial hair, a tattoo would be interesting too

19. Which color would you assign the feelings they give you? (Ex: happy -> yellow or something bright)

mango: he literally gives me yellow, he never fails to make my whole day awesome and bright, and it's a painfully wide smile on my face whenever I'm with him, but its always genuine and never fake

passion fruit: whatever colour I'm feeling, toned down to a soft, calm and yet strong colour. he adds a sense of security and makes me feel wanted around him, I feel happy but it's more of a calm joy

20. Which decade would they be best in? How about you? (Based on fashion, technology, art, music, the fun stuff.)

mango: maybe 90s, but I don't really know much about him and his fashion taste is atrocious HAHA but he always calls himself a boomer

passion fruit: old money, he would rock those roaring 20s, if not maybe 80s, but anything with extravaganza and stuff he would fit in

me: would like to think I'm 90s-early 2000s, especially in terms of music, but I'm absolute crap with technology, but I'm an old soul and I love older stuff (art, music, men, aesthetics HAHA)

21. Have you ever run into them in public? (Or tried to?) How did it go?

mango + passion fruit: I WISH

22. What pushed you to create your blog?

mango + passion fruit: honestly, I've had this blog soley for the whole ooo tumblr with all my interests and the communities and stuff and just started to post about my tcs because I had fallen even more madly in love with mango and wanted an outlet and found a community for it too

23. If you could know anything about your tc, what would it be?

mango: his everything. morning routine, day to day what does he do, his life, his interests, his hobbies, his preferences, what he likes and dislikes, his goals, dreams, aspirations, favorite things, EVERYTHING

passion fruit: his everything, but I would like to hear his whole life and preferences from his point of view, his perspective. he just has such an interesting perspective on life

24. How do you think you’d react if they confessed their feelings to you?

mango: stunned speechless, drop dead to the ground kinda reaction

passion fruit: a kind of smile that I try to suppress but fail to, I would be surprised but would have expected it secretly hehe

25. Have you ever done/read/watched/listened to something you may not have been interested in because they like it?

mango: I've literally fallen in love with running because he runs (though he short distances and I prefer long distances), and literally becaome more invested in sports and stuff because of him

passion fruit: I've paid more attention in his class and turns out my favourite and best subject is history, which he teaches

26. If your tc was your age, would you date them? Do they have any red flags?

mango: oh for sure. red flags wise would probably be that he's sometimes distant for no reason, or he's forgetful to a point that it's kinda annoying sometimes

passion fruit: hmm maybe. he doesn't really have any red flags that I can think of

27. If your life was a book series/tv series/movie and you had a fan base, would your fans realistically ship you and your tc? (Got this one from TikTok lol because I love the thought)

mango: ooooo maybe, we've got that romantic tension and stuff

passion fruit: probably, actually, we've got quite good chemistry and he does make it a point to show that I'm his "star history student" and make me feel special LMAO

28. What’s something that always makes you think of them?

mango: sports, running, everytime I see neon/red shirts, mangoes

passion fruit: passion fruits, history, red cars, gold chains, black/dark blue dress shirts

29. Let’s chat for a sec! What’s something you’ve been dying to talk about regarding your tc?

mango + passion fruit: they literally don't know that they have me wrapped around their fingers bruh

30. Do you flirt with them? If so, how?? 👀

mango: I don't dare to

passion fruit: I had a chance to but chickened out

31. What’s something you’re manifesting happening between you two? (If you don’t manifest, what’s something you hope happens?)

mango: I HOPE HE NOTICES ME LIKE SERIOUSLY IM RIGHT THERE SAY HI OR SOMETHING I hope he talks to me when I go back to school and I hope he remembers that he owes me a picture with him and I hope he doesn't just say hi but has a proper conversation with me and ask about my life and that he talks more openly please :'

passion fruit: man I wish he can sign my history guidebook like I forgot to bring it to the results collection and I don't have any other chances to ask him to sign it so when I go back to school I'll bring it and see if there is an opportunity to ask him to sign it because I've poured my heart and my soul and cried on it a couple times, you can't even see when the text ends and where my notes start, it's insane and I wish he acknowledges that

(Andddddd that's it!!)

[wh0lemilk0vich]

okay so i’m thinking about chubby steve loving lingerie and how it looks on him. even though he still wears jeans and polos, just in bigger sizes to accommodate his bigger body, secretly underneath he loves to wear delicate pink teddies or raunchy lace bras and crotchless panties. eddie discovers this pretty early on in the relationship, and likes to surprise steve with a box from their favorite store every once in a while and take him out on a nice date after saving tips from bartending. both of them dress up a bit nicer than they usually do, and maybe they go to a nice steakhouse a bit outside of hawkins. as they eat and talk, both of them know that all eddie is thinking about is what steve looks like underneath the sweater and jeans he picked out. usually they make it back to the trailer before eddie loses it and rips steve’s clothes off to have his way, but sometimes they wind up in the backseat of the van outside the restaurant as eddie takes steve apart bit by bit, overstimulating his babygirl by sucking his tits, playing with his cock, and fucking his tight hole at the same time. eddie always takes a commemorative picture of steve in the lingerie, but his favorite is the one he takes afterwards of stevie fucked out with his soft belly and stretch marks covered in cum.

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I like the idea of Eddie getting Steve into wearing lingerie. Like it would start off with Eddie worshipping Steve as he's just softening up, and Eddie just wants to nibble and touch and plant is face in every part of of his body. And like when his chest starts budding and they're not really pecs anymore, and Eddie is going extra hard bouncing him on his lap, he's getting more and more stimulated and then suddenly Eddie is motorboating him and sucking his pretty little tits. And so naturally Eddie is really vocal about how obsessed he is with Steve, "Your tits are driving me CRAZY, baby. Can't get over how beautiful you are. I swear you'd look so good...fuck there's no way...Stevie, baby, do you think you'd ever wear some lingerie for me? I'll get it for you! I just -fuck- I'm just desperate to see you in a bra, maybe some cheekies or hip-huggers too. Please, babygirl!?" And Steve wearing them secretly, not for himself but to drive Eddie crazier is ideal. So good. Like Steve reaching for something, or getting up from their table, and his shirt shifts to reveal his panties peeking out, high on his hips, so Eddie is like puppy who heard the word 'walk.' So yeah he'd absolutely take him to the back of the van and tear his stupid clothes off and just enjoy the view, taking it all in, feeling the silly lacy material against Steve's warm pink buttery smooth skin. He'd be drooling over the way it dug (not too harshly) into his softness, and amazed at how well it suited him. And you know what Eddie making sure to get polaroids is amazing, so hot, needing to immortalize Steve's beauty. Getting one after, with Steve blissed out and grinning, eyes closed dazed, looking pleasant and plump with his belly splattered, his spent cock hanging out the top of his panties, and Eddie's hand in the shot lovingly stroking the soft marshmallowy place where his belly started to hang and meld with his hip. Ugh incredibly good. Thank you 🫑-anon

Also don't worry about flooding my inbox, I love getting stuff, I can just be a little slow to respond when work and life get in the way

[eldritch-spouse]

I'm not to sure if you covered this topic yet. How serious your boys take sex? Like an y/n made a joke mid sex, like

Y/n sees a bulge from their stomach from being stretched.

Y/n: *huff* Look at that, *huff *I've been impaled. *Giggles*

I'm gonna take my shot at these guesses. By no means I expect to be right.

Morell: Depends on the joke and how far in heat he is. I think he could handle silly sex when isn't in a heat but if try to be silly during his heat , he would probably gag you or slam you so hard that you can't be silly. 🙃

Gallon: how did you get his tendril out of your mouth?🤨 Probably chuckles and puts his tendril back in your mouth. He can probably handle a little bit of a silly vibe but would probably want to go back serious sex.

Santi: I imagine he would roll with it. Especially If it makes you more horny and happy, he probably make jokes as well. Silly sex is definitely on the table with him.🥰 He will also fuck on a table and make terrible puns. When your sex professional like him you got know how to make people get on all fours.

Vinnel: Depends on the jokes and how your being silly. 🤔Since if you make a insulting joke him in any way he'll be upset. But if its just general puns and jokes and wholesome vibe to it he probably love it. In fact I think he'll try to make you laugh so he can punish you.

Nebul: Nope just no. Silly sex is a no go. Your supposed to be well behaved an, being silly and cracking jokes is not being a good quiet pet🤐. Naughty pet, hes gonna have to punish you.

Grimbly:something tells me no. 😅Let me explain, he would like the build up and during sex to be serious and you domming him and kinda ruff with him but not to ruff. He wants to be insult him in a loving way. Like he's just your pretty little sex toy and no one else can have him. You probably get away with tickling before sex but not after or during. After sex he wants to pampered, not be tickled.

Sebastian: I don't know him well enough. Hmm. Keep it enthusiastic and keep fun with him. I imagine sex with mimics is inherently silly in a sense. Sorry can't quite get read on him yet.🙇‍♀️

Patches: MAKE JOKES INSULT THE PUMPKIN PUSSY DEGRADE HIS ASS, MAKE HIM YOUR USELESS PATHTIC GOOD FOR NOTHING SEX TOY. but only during sex and the build up to sex.😊 Try to keep degrading vibe to sexy times. You probably get away with wholesome silliness afterwards.

Ludwig: He probably really chill during sex, so I guess a silly vibe could happen. 😐 but then again I could be wrong. Maybe he's only so lazy and chill because your both taking the sex seriously. Silly sex could possibly lead to his anger and competive nature flaring up.

Fank-e: Sweet robo boi. Yes of course silly sex is possible. Infact I imagine that how sex with him is. Silly, playful and maybe even a little degrading for you. But all the silly fun for him 🤪

Krulu: *Looks at Krulu and then looks at you and then back at Krulu. * KRULU A LITERAL GOD WITH GOD SIZE TRAUMA ISSUES AND YOU WANNA HAVE SILLY SEX WITH HIM. HELLO!!! 😵 I imagine that's asking for a punishment. Sex with him is all about praising and admiring. Keep your mouth shut and just keep thinking praising thoughts. Try not think about how his dick looks like a lava lamp and giggling.

[He's a pervy old god with low self esteem don't give him more self image problems.😔] He'll probably torture me,the moment he finds me. 😭

Breg: I could see silly sex possible. I mean get pounded into ground while get licked probably by a goofy yet also sexy looking lizard monster. Will probably lead to giggling. Just explain to him why and try to keep a wholesome and fun vibe. 🥰 DON'T TRY THAT DURING HIS HEAT. 😠

Fasma: The old noodle daddy😍, Silly sex is bound to happen. Come on he knows he a silly looking demon. Laugh with him tho not at him.

Honestly you can say that with good amount of them. The pumpkin 🎃 pussy being excpection. Wow, Patches ,Gallon , Santi , Sebastian are the boys with least amount of body image issues . If I read into them right.

You got it generally right! 👏👏

Your best bets for silly sex are Santi, Fank-e, Vinnel, Sybastian and Breg.

Not only does Santi know how to roll with jokes and puns, he actually craves that dumb stuff. Because it's wholesome, he doesn't have to be putting on a role for the entire duration, he can turn the sexy charm down a little and fuck around. Make jokes about how you're gonna cough a lung out everytime you thrust, call him a bull, oh how the turn tables! He loves that.

Fank-e is naturally into silly sex, everything is silly with him. Too much, even. He's incapable of serious sex, unless angered or in a fit of jealousy- Even then, there's a bit of room for horsing around.

Vinnel's thing is tears. And while his go-to method of achieving them is through pain, which feeds his sadism- If he loves you enough, he'll try to tickle you into sobbing, or generally try to make you laugh so hard you cry. He's definitely the type of dude to grab your breasts/bulge and make honk sounds. You can do the same.

Sybastian is a playful sort, sex always starts in a funny way- Usually because he fools you. Or because he takes on odd new shapes and challenges you to fuck him like that.

Breg just likes to make you laugh. Sure, it's an awful idea to do this during his heat or laugh at him in a really mean way, but he doesn't mind getting giggles out of you.

Patches is an honorary mention, purely because if you catch him getting horny during a fit, he's gonna jab at you constantly. He doesn't need to speak to make stuff funny.

[ughscara]

end of the year post.

heads up. if i sound sappy in some parts, i'm not sorry 🤍

as of me writing this, it's but a mere 20 minutes before it is officially the start of a new year.

it's a little surreal to believe that 2023 is coming to an end. a year that admittedly, was more emotionally and physically hectic for me. but i pushed through, and here i am going into 2024 as hopefully a better me.

to be honest, this year has been nothing but self reflection, realization and a lot of acceptance as well as embracing parts of myself that i thought i'd never return to. hobbies of mine like writing and drawing were ones i strayed away from for so, so long in 2023. but it more or so lead back into the tribulations i was facing then and still recovering from now.

it's a little surreal to me that months after months of doing nothing but reflection and getting back into what i love doing most just months before the year ended resulted into the me who decided to step into tumblr again and share my kuni ideas for the fun of it. that halloween fic i posted? just for shits and giggles at the time. but the fun i had writing it was a fun i wasn't able to feel throughout the entirety of 2023, and i admit the motivation boost i got from posting the fic afterwards, alongside checking in on the authors i used to follow just made something inside me click. and i went for it.

a bit more off topic but i still remember how i came back to genshin after a good five months or so in version 3.6 and doing the main event without knowledge of the sumeru quest line because i was avoiding spoilers. that day, i just finished taking an entrance exam for college and was exhausted from both the exam and from wearing myself out. midway into the introduction of the contestants; i was greeted with wanderer, or kuni in my vocabulary, being in the event and i was just smiling from ear to ear at the mere sight of him. feeling that same overflow of good emotions just take me whole to be honest, i was simply beyond happy. the way he spoke about writing about inazuma's societal issues because he was bored genuinely had me laughing for the first time that day.

i guess it's that simple little moment that hit me hard. it's silly, i'm aware, but it meant everything to me in a way. since that day in june; i was determined and full of creative drive to hopefully share at least one thing before the end of this year. look at me now, i have a series published that's yet to be finished so i can start on the next one in spring ( hopefully ), a one-shot to share for a moot and lastly... just a lot. i have a lot in store.

i have no right to say such things regarding my immense gratitude for the support i received from the few things i published, but the support i ended up getting on said few things — big and small — has made me realize that maybe i still feel very passionate about writing. that maybe i want to pursue the desire to publish all i have for that one fictional character that had my heart swoon the moment i saw him in a promotional trailer three years ago.

the ending note to 2023, starting october 31st when i published my first fic was a day that i'll always hold dear to me, my mutuals as well as the wonderful authors i follow made these past three months an absolute joy, and i cannot wait to make the most of my journey supporting each one of them ~

honestly i'm just rambling. but i am a professional yapper and to be honest i am writing all this on one cup of tea and like, six something hours of sleep i am absolutely not in the right headspace lmao. regardless! i am so so very glad to be here, to have survived an emotionally draining bitch of a year that was still an eventful year regardless to me, and starting the second of january... i shall be the bane of the scaranation's existence <3

we don't talk about how being that is actually a goal of mine because i think it'd be funny but i digress... 2024 will hopefully be just as much of an eventful year for me, for you, and everyone too. i believe that this year will be at least a little kinder to those who got absolutely shat on by 2023 ( pleek no more physical torment for me ) and if you're reading this, remember that this random stranger on the internet who's attempting to spread the kuni agenda is cheering you on for the year <3

i have a lot of stuff to share going forward. december was initially gonna be the month for all that but i had stuff going on that i ended prioritizing ( mainly my health ) so those initial plans will now move to the first month of a new year. mundanities with kabukimono will be finished in january, january 2nd will be interlocked eternities and lastly a late winter special that's actually a birthday gift for a mutual of mine ( mochi i am coming for you /menacingly )

oh it's 12 a.m. now, happy january first and happy 2024 everyone 🤍 may you be blessed with many wonderful days ahead. i shall see you on the second and third of january ~

[minuy600]

Atari 2600 Chronicles 1980 #2 - Space Invaders

The other big March 1980 release was also one of the first ever arcade ports not by the console manufacturer. Well, it's made by Atari, but the OG is definitely a Taito property. And it so happens that this, to me, is even more of an evergreen game than the arcade cabinet.

Not audiovisually, of course. I think this is one of the better looking 2600 titles so far, a remarkable step forward for the system- yet it's a very obvious downgrade with ugly bars in many places and weird, big aliens. Sound-wise, it gets the point across too, but faithful it isn't.

No, where this game absolutely hits it out of the park is how the game feels. It feels GREAT. Using my laser is really snappy, with the responsiveness of the traditionally stiff CX40+ joystick allowing me to react on time to most things that are happening on the screen. Makes it all the more enjoyable to someone like me, since i'm not the best at responding quickly normally speaking.

Another thing that helps me out is the lower difficulty of the default mode. Some may scoff at the somewhat slow enemy fire and the fact that you max out the toughness at the 5th wave, but you can still try to overflow the score afterwards if you need to get that gamer sweat:tm: going. ...And then do it 15 more times.

Yeeeeah, there's 112 modes in this game. Actually, make that 224- you can also double your shooter's size and make it even more tough for yourself and a friend. If you're alone though, only 16 (or 32 if you count for the aforementioned) are available. Still! That's crazy! I could only max out the difficulty on the first 3 of those, i'm determined to get the grasp of the other major ones at some point too. Astounding replayability, the best of any 2600 game so far by a long shot.

This is a must-own for any self respecting owner of the system. It's a revolution that holds it's own alongside it's big bro. It was the first home video game to crack a million sales and quadrupled(!) those of the 2600 as a whole. Beat that, Pac-Man! (Oh, it did...)

The Verdict

Graphics (7): A fairly close approximation of the arcade version. The sprites were more bulky at the time, so they could only fit 36 invaders on the screen. That's well and good, as are the new designs for them, they have their charm. Shame the enviorments are kinda messy. They had to pin down the borders of where you could move your ship, those are of differing colors too. The attract screen has lines on the side, those affect the scoring at the top as well. None of this is a deal breaker, but the lack of polish does shine through in that specific area.

Sound (7): Hits a bit better, though it still lacks some of the charm. The best attempted recreation is that the stepping nois (*not* the 4 note tune like before) speeds up dramatically over time and becomes a wonky, enjoyably silly drill when you're nearly finished. It does sucessfully up the intensity, though it is a bit loud and can get annoying in extended play sessions. The other sound effects are much the same, nice and raw but can get headache-inducing over time.

Fun Factor (9): Ohoho, what a delight this game is. I already explained most of why I really love to play it, so i'll keep it brief. If you are a Space Invaders beginner, this game is nice cuz the default mode is a bit more tame. If you're experienced, flip the switch and badabing, a new challenge awaits. All with perfect controls. It's even got a cheat for the default mode; turn the console on with the reset button pressed and you got two shots to fire at once rather than the single one like the original. That's my one complaint, I wish that would've worked with the other modes so I could feasibly see the 5th stage of the 5 individual gimmicks. Otherwise, this is early arcade perfection.

Longevity (10): Yep. 16/32 modes is MORE than enough to keep you occupied for weeks, if not months. And this is without talking about the ridiculous amount of multiplayer options. Annoying I can't try those, but the singleplayer offerings more than make up for it. I 'beat' the default mode, the one with moving shields and wiggly lasers seperately- the invisible Invaders and especially the fast lasers have me stumped with a smile on my face. Combining them only makes it worse. Try seeing the peak of mode 16 if you dare!

In Conclusion

[stregoniconiconii]

kinda love the idea of that one post about vickie being like the home/port in the storm.

and like I've seen some fics with steve taking on that role, at like the end of it, and it can be sweet, but i also feel like it's a bit of a tragic ending for steve, like him being left behind in a way, and i think i feel that way bc it's feels like it wouldn't be his choice, that it would be the consequence of him not being able to move on, him being stuck, at least if it's in hawkins. if it's in another city it feels less like that, but still.

but with vickie i feel like it could work in s5, like actually. and we could have robin/stobin going to her for like a break, or food or just comfort, before going back out in the chaos, and then at the end of it all, (with stobin both alive, i refuse to entertain any other notion, sorry, i just can't deal with either of them dying rn lol) coming back to vickie and just like being able to exhale, finally, (would be p delicious if one of them (steve) did d*e and they break down in vickies arms, BUT I'm NOt thinking about that! NO!)

also i have this view in my head of steve's house being destroyed at the end of s5, idk why exactly, i just do, and i think he would be wherever robin is after that.

and then i have a scene of Something happening so like vickie Knows shit is going down, and when it's over she's out looking for robin, and she sees stobin looking all dusty and bloody/banged up, also they're holding hands (we get a shot at some point of their hands clutched together like in s3, but its a close up and also their hands are like dirty lol), but they're like looking in another direction, and vickie like starts running towards them and they look up and see her, like a parallel to the war zone scene almost, except vickie keeps running and we get a running slam into a reunion first* kiss between robin and vickie, and vickie is like holding robin's face, and robin's one hand is like holding vickie and the other is still holding steve's (bc she can't let go yet) so he's just there, awkwardly looking away to give them privacy, but with that silly little pleased happy smile on his face!

*tbh i would love for their first kiss to be somewhere quiet and sweet in the story, but i can't deny the draw of a dramatic declaration "it was almost too late" kiss yk, but i would love if they kissed before the last episode, and had a moment of peace together in the chaos, (a little bit like willow and tara's first kiss in buffy the vampire slayer, but with a little bit more focus on it)

but i also feel like vickie would work as a port in the storm even after it ends, like she cares for robin (and by extension steve) and she's there for nightmares and panic attacks, and flashbacks. and she was there for all of it, but she wasn't involved, and she's their one safe piece of hawkins, and she Knows but also she doesn't, and that gives them both peace, like here's one person we know who we managed to save, we managed to spare the horror. but also she's there afterwards to enjoy the stobin shenanigans <3 and every time either of them do anything wild/insane/silly they go home (where they all live together, or they call her if stobin lives in another apartment together) and tell vickie about it, and when things happen they go "just wait until i tell vickie!"&"i can't wait to tell vickie!" i just feel like stobin would go on adventures (both Adventures, but also like getting lost in a city and other more every day adventures), maybe not on purpose all the time lol, and I think sometimes vickie would be there, but also sometimes she's not and it's just stobin time <3 idk if i'm explaining my thoughts v well, but i hope u get the vibe.

thanks for listening to me ramble<3

Hii yeah i feel like vickie gets shit on a lot for being boring or something like rn we dont know a huge amount about her but she seems like a kind and non-violent person. So i don’t really see her becoming a monster hunter and maybe that will change in s5! But i dont really think so and im honestly fine with that. It’s like not everyone can be a gryffindor or dauntless..to use silly YA “factions” lol so in the same vein im thinking okay she doesn’t need to be a fighter even if that means she won’t have as much screentime

The reunion scene ur imagining is so sweet im in love with it!! I do like it when he’s just there for robin moments lol like he’s looking over his wlw with pride lol and goddd i so want another stobin hand holding scene i feel like we don’t get them being physically affectionate in canon bc the ST directors are like ummm do friends hold hands?? Lol sucks that the only stobin hand holding was when we were getting straightbaited bc i think they love holding hands <3 besides that i am a big fan of stobin maybe not being the biggest into physical affection but always in each others space anyway parallel play stobin real

Also i’ve definitely imagined steve robin and vickie leading the ppl at the volunteer spot to safety and then like steve dramatically sacrificing himself so that the girls can get out…a robin breakdown in vickie’s arms would work so well there <3

Tbh idk how i would like vickie and robin’s first kiss to go…i’ve mentioned them doing an action hero kiss like right before robin is about to jump into some action, vickie plants one on her but that doesn’t necessarily have to be their first kiss…but im pretty sure we’ll only get one robin/vickie kiss in s5 (cowardssss) so idk which i would prefer…a kiss when they’re alone, finally safe, sounds nice. Mostly just want them to kiss a lot lol

I really really like the idea of steve, robin, and vickie becoming a little trio. Like literally steve and his gang of wlw lol i don’t know what steve will wind up doing in s5 (sooo nervous for the potential stoncy storyline like the thought is giving me stress ulcers lol) but i am hoping he’ll survive. I try not to do too much speculation about s5 tbh because it’s fun to think about but i dont want to get too excited bc i just know the duffers will go a different direction and it will inevitably be a direction i think is stupid rip….idk at this point i really just hope my favourite characters dont have to go through too many stupid storylines lol. I feel confident about robin and vickie getting a couple scenes tho - maybe not as much as i want but i trust that at least. Anyway lol yeah stobickie agenda real i think all three of them will get into some fun adventures <333

When i think somewhat realistically i dont see robin and vickie being super long term just bc im not the biggest fan of high school sweethearts staying together forever. Like it is very sweet but i think the chance of you growing in different directions is very likely and im honestly quite attached to my headcanon of stobin being romantic disasters for decades. But i think the show will at most do a flashforward to them in their 20s or a small timeskip. So both can exist lol

It was fun to read ur rambling <3333

[hydrangeawise]

Okay, final ramble for today: El Cazador de la Bruja EP3!

We got: Only One Bed (but she still took the empty chair)! They Were Roommates (well, actually more of a cottage/small house and they only stayed a night)! Domestic Fluff! A CUTE LIZARD!

I don't quite know where to start because mentally I'm still yelling about how terrible horrible uncomfortable and creepy Camera Guy is. I quite enjoy that the current goal for Ellis and Nadie is simply to "go south" because it offers so many possibilties of happening along the way without a definitive end in sight! (I'm super curious to find out what Ellis is searching in the south though, should she ever remember.) There were some interesting bits aside the girls' journey that I want to mention quickly: 1) being a bounty hunter is or was apparently a common job to have and given that people move on from that job once they - apparently - start or have a family, it seems like it's just part of the society. It apparently also doesn't reflect badly on you if you are a bounty hunter (unless your family has moral difficulties with it, like in the case with Maria); like, you can still be a cop afterwards. (Ellis was very cute about the handcuff. But also very silly, I don't know how Nadie keeps up with it.) 2) Big Dad Guy is apparently also looking for Ellis, but doesn't know that she's called Ellis. Or something. As it is unclear who that small child with him is to him. 3) Other people seem to know more about Ellis than she knows about herself. Which is great because Nadie sure doesn't know anything about Ellis, and Ellis doesn't know anything about Ellis, and everyone else seems to know enough about Ellis to try and get her dead or alive. Fun time all around!

But now, the girls: they did have a very domestic moment in that small house! We are just letting the moment in which Ellis cut her finger and Nadie put said finger into her mouth to clean the blood off and that moment when Ellis stood naked in front of the fire they made and looked at the gem she has sit with us. Just, let it exist. The flashback triggered by the blood was interesting though because it looks to me like the blood was being pulled out of the doctor? (In the first episode we also saw a hole, possibly from a bullet, in the package, so it might be that he got shot first and then the thing with the blood happened? It seems like we're getting little pieces of flashbacks to the traumatic events that slowly build up to show the whole scene again which I absolutely adore!) I really adore Ellis' little "Yessir"s too! And how she interacted with the lizard!!! She's such a weirdling, I love her so much!! I absolutely hate the camera guy though. It sparked a massive amount of joy in me when Ellis responded to his "I'm going to be an important part of your life" with "No, you won't", like nah. No, thank you. Take your creepy self and your creepy camera elsewhere. Interestingly, she seems really unbothered by him and I'm not sure if that's because she's absent-minded/bold/a combination of that, or because she knows something that we as the audience don't (yet). There is the possibilty that Camera Guy is so weird and obsessed with Ellis because of something Glasses Guy did (he did mention something along the lines of "I gave you the capacity to feel" or something), but ungh. UNGH. They're both terrible horrible still.

It was very cute how the girls said their goodbyes to the lizard and the skeleton in the house though, that made me feel a little warm. They're both good girls and I wish them the best <3

[im-a-gay-robot]

hiiiii! id like to request any of these numbers for the ship ask meme for sarge/donut cuz we were talking about them earlier and youve caught my interest with them 👀 (if ur not up to doing sarge/donut, pick any ship u want!! :D): 3, 5, 8, 10, 12, 14, 19, 20, 26, 28, 30, 31, 47, 51, 56

Ok this is gonna be a long one lol (Also, I wanna say I started to like this ship after reading in a fic and then I could stop thinking about Grif saying 'glazed Donut holes' so I haven't loved it for a long time, but I'm gonna do my best)

3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.) Absolutely, Donut loves wearing Sarge's clothes even if they're a little short on him (new crop top) and he loves to see Sarge in his cute clothes, but he has limits. But Sarge does let Donut pick out clothes for him so that's kinda sharing clothes.

5. Describe their cozy night in. Donut always lights candles because he says it's good for your mental health and it makes Sarge stop cleaning his shotgun, which is what he wants to do on a night in, because he can't see well enough by candlelight. Once the candles are lit Sarge puts away all his tools and guns and they both climb onto the couch to cuddle and put on Sarge's 'stories,' they both love the drama.

8. What happens if one of them gets sick? If Sarge gets sick then the world may as well be ending. He howls like a baby and Donut takes care of him because no one else will. He brings orange juice and tissues and runs his fingers through his hair till Sarge falls asleep. When Donut is sick Sarge lets him off red team duties, which is nicer than he is to the others when they're sick. And he lets Donut cuddle with him even though he fears the evil germs that the blues definitely had a part in.

10. Describe their first date. They don't have a 'first date' as one would typically call it. It's always hard to get time alone and there's nothing really to do anyway when they do, so the first time they get alone time Donut sets up a private wine and cheese hour for the two of them. They get really drunk and Sarge gets super emotional and they bond real good. Of course, Sarge claims to forget it all in the morning but they're much closer afterward even though Sarge refuses to talk about his emotions (until after they leave Blood Gulch).

12. Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over? They don't have heated arguments very often, usually, they only fight over silly stuff, like Donut's need for decorating and making everything in both their rooms is cute and 'feng shui' when Sarge just wants him to not touch his stuff and leave it alone. But Sarge never raises his voice at Donut because he may or may not have some trauma and will probably start crying. All it takes to cool them down is Sarge setting a line for how much Donut can change and usually Donut listens. The only time they had a really bad argument was when Donut was shot by Wash and Sarge was scared he was dead and started yelling, but it was just because he was too emotional and didn't know how to handle it. But Donut just held him until he started crying and Donut told him he was basically invincible now, so he shouldn't worry anymore.

14. How do their personalities complement each other? How do they clash? They're pretty different personalities, Donut is very positive and makes Sarge happier by just being around (not that he lets other people see him smile like that) and Sarge lets Donut be his most authentic self and do all the thieving and murdering he likes. Also, Donut likes to talk and talk, but Sarge is fine just listening as long as Donut doesn't keep asking his opinion over and over. But they definitely clash when it comes to style and interests, Donut likes lace and lightish red-related things, while Sarge is more of a rugged hunter-type look. They still find things to relate to each other on, like their telenovelas and annoying Grif and Simmons. And even when they do their own thing they spend time together, Donut will sit with Sarge while he fixes/robots, and Sarge will join Donut while he watches Project Runway.

19. How do they feel about PDA? Donut loves PDA because it makes the others uncomfortable and Sarge doesn't care so he lets Donut do whatever he likes.

20. Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship. Oh no, I'm not good at this uhhhh the Stacy's Dad song going around by Sub-Radio.

26. What are their vices? Ok, they're both a little too into murder which is certainly a vice I'd say, but in all seriousness. Donut isn't good with money and Sarge has trouble saying no to him. Also, Sarge smokes cigars because he thinks it looks cool.

28. What are their thoughts on pet names? Do they have any? My first thought is that Donut is really into pet names because it makes Sarge really flustered, but Sarge is actually the one to use them more. He calls Donut 'cupcake' and 'princess' without even really thinking about it.

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing? Donut is wearing full hunting gear and Sarge is wearing the sexy cop uniform.

31. Can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy? (lacing fingers, touching knees, etc.) No. Donut needs to be in someone's lap pretty much at all times tbh and Sarge likes to be touching Donut in some way because he worries in the back of his head if he's not touching him he's gonna get hurt again.

47. Does either of them have a secret that could potentially ruin their relationship? Ok, if you've seen BGC like I have then you know that Sarge has some real childhood trauma and if he isn't careful he can hurt Donut, but it's not exactly a secret. Once it comes out though they're both a little better off. Donut is a little too open, but nothing that could ruin their relationship.

51. What’s a non-verbal way they say I love you? Donut cleans Sarge's room while redecorating and buys him new clothes (sometimes ones he'd even actually wear). And Sarge fixes things in the house before Donut has to ask. They're both very 'acts of service mean I love you' kind of people.

56. What do they do to turn the other on/put them in the mood? Donut has the skimpiest of outfits and wears them whenever he wants to bone and they definitely work. Sarge just runs his hands on Donut's body and then the younger can't control himself. They're both actually very horny during Blood Gulch, but cool off a bit after.

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