#but especially after my brain fried on a month of get back

[cerridwen007]

Icy Hot.

Images above from pinterest are for aesthetic purposes only*

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (afab)

Word count: 1.4k MINORS DNI!(18+)

Summary: Javi finds a new, interesting way for you to cool down during a hot Colombian day.

Notes/warnings: SMUT, temperature play, toys, inappropriate use of ice cubes, Javi being a cheeky menace, body worship, male masturbation, javi picks reader up but he is a strong boy and can pick up any one, probably bad spanish, swearing, no y/n.

A/N: Wrote this months ago but couldn't be bothered editing it again till now so here it is finally. I live in the southern hemisphere so now and especially at the time of writing this, it was stinking hot, which of course prompted the idea. Any interactions with my posts are appreciated, hope yall enjoy. love ya!

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It was a scorching hot Sunday afternoon in Bogotá; Columbia, a rare day off for both you and Javi that was usually spent out and about hanging with friends, cleaning the apartment and spending some quality time with each other. But unlike those others treasured Sundays, absolutely nothing was being achieved by either of you today. The both of you were sprawling out in your underwear on the couch. A situation that usually would've prompted some very heated activities, but both of your brains seemed to have been fried and groggy from the sweltering temp in the apartment.

The windows were shut to keep out as much of the heat as possible and the nasty flies that came with the summer heat. The dusty old fan beside the coffee table did next to nothing in cooling you down, instead pushing the hot warm back onto you. You looked over at Javi, leaning back into the couch, legs and arms spread out as he leans on the back of the couch. God, he looked so delicious even in these circumstances.

A drop of sweat beaded at his temple and fell down his jaw and neck. Licking your lips, you could almost taste the salty taste lingering on your tongue. You sighed, knowing getting handsy right now, as tempting as it was with such a handsome boyfriend who looked extremely hot right now would only make you even more overheated. You lifted one of your hands to help fan yourself, a feeble attempt to take your mind off the heat, uncomfortably sticking like a second skin to all of your body.

Javi, on the other hand, was thinking about how he could cool you down. He hated seeing you so tired and exhausted from the heat, a nice Sunday spoiled by the overbearing heat of Columbia. Suddenly, it hits him, a wide smirk spreading on his face before he can stop it. Luckily, you're too buzzed out to notice. He quickly sneaks off to your bedroom to retrieve something.

You, a curious creature usually would have immediately wondered what he was up to but right now you couldn't care less with the humidity causing your skin to glisten with salty stick drops of sweat, and your brain reduced to mush, you were unable to give much of a second thought to his actions.

You close your eyes as the heat brings you to a light sleep but manage to pick on some muffled noises of Javi mucking around in the kitchen. After a few minutes, but what seems like hours in your disoriented state, Javi tip toes behind the couch where you are resting and reaches out to trace an ice cube along your collarbone.

Your body jolts, unexpecting of the drastically different temperature melting down below your neck. Your eyes flick open, eyebrows automatically raising to question what the hell on earth Javier was doing.

"Relax Hermosa, just thought I'd try something different to try and cool us down."

He reaches his palm down, cupping your face, doing his very best puppy eyes to try to convince you to let him try out his idea. Biting your lip, you tried to hide your grin. Javi smiles deviously, knowing you better than yourself, that you are already sold on the idea. He walks around to the front of the couch, popping one of the ice cubes in his mouth and grins.

He straddles your lap, you almost whine feeling his already hard cock, pressed up against your aching core. He presses his lips to the side of your neck, instantly creating goosebumps throughout your body. Your body arches into his as his icy cold lips trace down the curves of your sticky body. He reaches behind you and carefully undoes your bra behind your back, throwing it to the ground, revealing your swollen nipples.

A deep groan arises from the back of his throat as he watches a droplet of water melt between the valley of your breasts, his pupils double in size, transfixed by the sight before him. The ice cube now fully melted leaves his tongue still cold as he attaches his lips to the painfully hard peaks on your chests, making you moan loudly. His eyes go between closing in bliss to looking up at your beautiful features. His hips subconsciously grind into yours, further prolonging the aching of your clit.

Your fingers dig into Javier's fluffy hair as the heat begins to overcome your body again. You whine feeling a need for more and because of the discomforting heat.

Seeing how your body was both warmed up and cooled down he withdrew his lips from your nipples and placed a few kisses down your stomach before getting up off the couch to go and retrieve something else from the kitchen.

"Close your eyes, mi diosa." He softly tells you.

You swallow harshly and close your eyes, gut swirling with anticipation of what Javi had in store next. Before your brain can wander, you feel a very cold large object touch ever so slightly to your clit through your panties, the action making every single inch of your skin immediately flare up in goosebumps again, eliciting a soft whine to fall from your lips. Which earns a chuckle from Javier. Your eyes open slowly to find a smirking Javier sitting on the other end of the couch with one of your old toys.

"Javi...?" You ask breathlessly.

"I know, I know I've said I like to be the only thing to satisfy your needs, but I obviously couldn't put my dick in the freezer." He jokes.

You smile wide, but before you can respond he quickly wips your underwear off as he places the tip back onto your clit and slowly drags it downwards through your drenched folds.

"Ffffuck..." you moan.

"I'll get there, don't worry, sweetheart." He winks.

You exhale a breathy laugh that turns into a moan as Javi continues dragging the tip back and forth through your lips, catching on your clit with every motion. You weren't sure what had come over, Javi. He usually wasn't so playful in the bedroom, but you didn't mind it one bit.

Keep his eyes transfixed on your body, studying every inch like a painting. He palms himself through his black boxers. He nudges the tip of the dildo at your entrance, holding it there. You squirm trying to push it inside you, desperate to be filled by something. 

"Please.....Javi..." you whine weakly.

"Dime que lo quieres, dime cuánto lo necesitas." Javier whispers, as he slowly pulls himself out of his draws and strokes his length. His eyes roll back as his head falls between his shoulders from the feeling after depriving himself for so long. But he soon forces himself to look at the pure desperation on your face.

"Please.....fuck please Javi...need it so bad...please just give me something... anything." You plead , begging as you try and grind upwards, seeking some stimulation.

Javier swallows deeply, feeling his cock ache from your words. 

"Fuck mi vida, look so fucken pretty when you beg for be me."

You gasp as he quickly slips half of the dildo deep into your heat. The cool silicone easing the fiery walls. Javi spits on his tip and begins furiously stroking himself, trying his best to match the same pace as he fucks you with the pink toy. Within minutes, both of you are reduced to a whimpering mess.

"Mmm this pussy is all mine, ain't she?"

Before you can respond, he reaches out to stick his thumb in your mouth. You quickly take it, sucking harshly, leaving it covered in spit. He groans, watching you, pinching the base of his dick to keep from coming just yet.

He resumes his original plan and brings his wet thumb to your throbbing clit. Circling it gently just how you like it.

“Need you come for me sweetheart... come for me." He moans.

Your hands fly out and grip Javier's veiny forearm to anchor yourself to him as your high overcomes you.

"Oh...ffffuck...Javi..."

He fucks you harshly with deep fast strokes through your high, mimicking his own strokes as he begins to reach his climax.

He comes onto your thighs and mound before collapsing his upper half on your stomach.

You smile at him, eyes peeking open at his messy, post sex hair. You reach out and swipe it out of his face, scratching his scalp.

"Mmmh, feeling cooler yet, amor?" he asks.

"I mean, I did, but now I think it's time for a cold shower so we can really cool down."

You wink.

He grins widely, chuckling as he picks you up, throws you over his shoulder and carries you to the shoulder. It was going to be a long hot night, in more ways than one, but at least Javi reckons he saw some ice blocks in the freezer earlier…

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Translations: ‘mi diosa’ - my goddess

‘Mi vida’ - my life.

‘Dime que lo quieres, dime cuánto lo necesitas’ - ‘Tell me how much you want it, tell me how much you need it.’

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[harrysthighertat]

Valentine’s Day

summary: you come home from a long, shitty day of work to a Valentine's Day surprise from Harry.

warnings: fluff and implied smut

word count: 2.3k

a/n: I'm a little nervous to post this cause this is the first blurb I've ever written. I really enjoyed writing it tho and I can definitely see myself writing more of them in the future, so I'd love to hear your thoughts and feedback. sorry if it ends a little abruptly, it's way past midnight and my brain was fried by the end of this. but I hope you still enjoy it! :)

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It's 7.30PM when you finally park your car in front of you and Harry's shared apartment. You let out a sigh while turning the engine off. No matter how much you love your job, the extra work, stress and having to stay at the office late to cover for your coworker's maternity leave, was wearing you out and you felt incredibly guilty towards Harry for coming home so late and going to bed so soon after arriving home from work. The past few months have been a constant cycle of waking up at 5AM, being at the office until at least 7PM, having dinner with Harry while trying very hard to keep your eyes open and hold a conversation with him then going to bed straight after dinner and repeat.

Thus, you were incredibly grateful when Harry offered to not do anything special for Valentine's Day and make up for it when work wasn't so busy. It meant that you wouldn't have to lose any of your much needed sleep on getting him a gift or preparing a surprise for him. And Harry deserved better than getting a half assed gift after how much he's been there for you during this stressful time. Every evening he insists on packing your lunch for the next day, he wakes up at the crack of dawn with you just so he can kiss you goodbye and wish you luck at work and he leaves sweet little handwritten notes everywhere saying how much he loves you and how proud he is of you, just to name a few out of a million things he does for you. You wanted to show him your gratitude with the most special surprise because he deserved nothing less, but unfortunately it had to wait.

Although Harry missed spending quality time with you, especially on a day such as Valentine's Day, he knew that it was only a couple of days until your coworker was back at the office and he would get to spend his evenings loving on you again.

Earlier that day you had texted Harry notifying him that you'd have to stay at the office late again. You offered to grab some takeout on the way home, which had become a habit of yours over the past couple of months because of how bad you felt that Harry had to do the daily household chores and cook for both of you while also having work of his own and barely getting to spend time with you, but he told you not to worry about it.

You grab your stuff from the passenger seat and step out of your car onto the sidewalk. You walk up the couple of steps to your front door, unlock it and push the door open. As you enter the apartment, you're welcomed by the smell of homemade food and your body immediately relaxes. You put your keys in the basket on the side table in the hallway and place your bag underneath it. Then you shrug off your coat, put it on the hanger and change from your boots to a pair of warm, fuzzy slippers.

Once you've checked yourself in the mirror, you walk towards the noises coming from the kitchen. In the doorway to the kitchen you stop yourself and look at the scene in front of you in awe. Not only do you see your boyfriend, who’s putting away the kitchenware that he’s used while wearing a pink and red polka dot apron that his mom gifted him for Christmas last year with a nice, lightish green dress shirt and fitted dark green trousers underneath, but the dinner table is beautifully decorated with bordeaux red table runners, pink lit candles and a bottle of your favorite red wine.

The smell of food is even stronger here and you notice the tray in the oven. Homemade vegan lasagna. Your favorite. In the background Dreams by Fleetwood Mac is softly playing. The soothing music, comforting smell of your favorite homemade meal and the sight of the love of your life standing right in front of you is a heavenly combination and you feel tears welling up in your eyes from how good it feels to be home, especially after the long, shitty day you had at work.

You quickly blink the tears away and walk over to your boyfriend. As Harry hears you coming up from behind, he turns around. As soon as his eyes land on his lovie's face, a smile grows on his own. “Hi baby, I didn’t hear you come home. How was work? I missed you.” He grabs your hands, pulls you closer and softly pecks your lips.  

You return the favor and say “Hi bub, work wasn't too great today." Harry can tell you've had a stressful day and you don't feel like talking about it, so he doesn't press on the topic. "I'm starting to understand my coworker." You say though. "If these were my usual tasks I would also get someone to impregnate me just to have an excuse to get a couple of months off." Harry bursts out laughing and your heart flutters in your chest at the sound of it.

You almost tear up again when you say "It feels good to be home. With you. Sorry I couldn't get home sooner." Harry squeezes your hand to reassure you that it's okay.

Then you gesture to the scene behind you. "What’s all this for though?” Harry turns around to see what you mean as if he hasn't spent half of the day in the kitchen to decorate and cook and make sure everything was perfect for when you got home.

“Well, I couldn’t not treat my girl on Valentine’s Day, so I thought I’d cook you your favorite meal and decorate the table so we can have a romantic candle lit dinner tonight and celebrate Valentine's Day just a bit.”

He then remembers the other surprise he got you that morning. “Oh and I got you something else, wait here…”. He walks out of the kitchen to where he hid his surprise from you, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

A few seconds later Harry returns with a gorgeous bouquet of red, pink and white tulips. He hands them to you as he says “Happy Valentine’s day, baby.” You hesitantly accept the bouquet. When you slowly bring the flowers to your nose and inhale, the flowers smell fresh, and soothing and heavenly and remind you of a warm, sunny day in spring. Then a frown grows on your face.

“What’s wrong? Do they smell bad?” Harry asks concerned.

“No, they smell lovely.” You answer, frown still present on your face.

“Do you not like tulips? Shit, I thought tulips were your favorite. But I should’ve listened to the sweet old man at the flower shop and got you the roses that he recommended for Valentine's Day. I’m really sorry, I can go back tomorrow and get you those.” He says, panic in his voice.

Your features soften a little. “No, they are my favorite and they’re beautiful. Thank you.”

“What’s got you frowning then?”  

You look down as you fumble with the flowers in your hand. “I- I just feel so bad. Everyone's out today celebrating their relationship, showering their partner with love while you barely even get to spend time with me because I leave for work so early and don't come home until the evening hours when I'm too tired to stay up for longer than an hour. I feel like such a bad partner. I didn’t even get you anything today."

"Hey, look at me." Harry says, as he grabs your hand with one of his and places the other on your chin to gently lift it so that you're looking at him. He moves his face a little closer to yours and kisses the place between your brows before moving down to your lips, placing a kiss on both of the corners of your mouth in hopes of removing the frown from your face.

"None of that. Of course I miss you, but I know how much you care about your work and I know that this is not forever. You've been working your ass off and I'm so proud of you. And I don't mind at all that you didn't get me anything today, baby. After all we said we weren’t going to do anything special today. We've got to feed ourselves wether you're busy or not and you know I love cooking, especially when it's for you. So I figured I'd cook you your favorite dinner just to make today a little more special. Plus you didn't think I made all of that lasagna just for you, right? I'm treating myself to a lovely dinner with the best company I could ever wish for too. Although if you did want to have the whole tray to yourself, I wouldn't mind either. Anything to make my baby happy. I just wanna take care of you and show you how proud I am of you for working so hard.” He rubs soothing circles on the back of your hand and kisses tip of your nose, then your left cheek, your right cheek and finally your mouth.

Then he pulls back to look at you again and you notice a smirk appear on Harry's face. "Besides, you didn't think I didn't notice my favorite lingerie set being gone from our underwear drawer this morning, did you?"

You try to suppress a smile. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He's right though. You are wearing a red, lace lingerie set underneath your outfit that you specifically decided to wear today. It's the matching lingerie set that Harry got you on his birthday as he claimed it was more a present for himself. You'd been so tired and stressed it lately that your sex drive was low and it had been a while since you and Harry had been intimate with each other. Therefore you also hadn't been able to show Harry the lingerie set in action yet, but you had secretly been hoping to change that tonight.

When you were getting dressed this morning, Harry had pretended to still be asleep while peeking at you through his eyelashes.

Harry smiles and kisses your lips. Then he leaves a trail of soft little kissen from your mouth to your neck where he stays for a few seconds while his hands roam your body until he leans back to look at you with a teasing expression on his face. "Right, so you're not wearing anything special underneath this?"

You notice Harry's eyes have turned a darker shade of green. You look behind Harry at the timer on the oven to see how much time is left before the lasagna is ready. Enough time for a little teasing.

“Want to check for yourself?” You say as seductively as possible. Harry kisses you hard and you laugh into his mouth at how fast he moves to unbutton your top and almost gets his ring stuck on it in the process. As he's working on the last button of your blouse, a loud beeping noise startles both of you. The lasagna is ready. Harry drops his head to your shoulder and sighs in frustration.

You laugh at his dramatic reaction and pat him on his back. "Come on pretty boy, if we don't eat soon I will actually eat the whole tray myself 'cause I'm starving."  

During dinner you catch Harry staring at your exposed cleavage a couple of times. You hadn't bothered buttoning your blouse again because you knew it would only be a matter of time until you wouldn't be wearing a top at all.

When Harry said he was too full for desert, which you knew was only an excuse to continue what you started right before dinner because desert was his favorite and he would always leave room for it, you decided to be an even bigger tease by insisting on having a piece of the cheesecake Harry bought for desert. 

The second you finish your last bite, Harry's on your side of the table. He grabs your face in both hands and presses your lips together hard. He moves one hand down to the side of your ass and taps it to signal you to get up. Once you're up he guides you to sit at the edge of the table all while kissing you passionately. He keeps one hand on the back of your head while he unbuttons the last button on your blouse, revealing the red, lace bra. He momentarily pulls back from kissing you to admire how stunning you look in his now new favorite lingerie set on you until he reattaches his lips to yours and lets his hand explore your body. After some time he starts kissing and sucking on your neck, leaving marks in different places. Harry hasn’t even touched you and you’re already a moaning mess for him. Finally he leaves a trail of kisses from your chest down to the top of your skirt. He uses his hands to bunch up your skirt around your waist and looks at you to check if you’re really okay with this. When you push his head back to your skin he laughs at your impatience and takes that as his cue to continue. He gives you one final look before his face disappears under your skirt. 

It’s safe to say the lasagna wasn't the only thing that was eaten on that dinner table that night.

[missingn000]

a note about tpg's hiatus

hi everyone!! i've missed y'all <33 i want to share a quick note on tpg's hiatus, and how long it will last.

first and foremost, the tl;dr: i will not abandon tpg. the story remains incredibly important to me, and this hiatus is only that: a hiatus. i will return eventually, and while i am not exactly sure when "eventually" is, i hope to begin updating again soon.

now the long explanation. tpg's hiatus has lasted much, much longer than i expected. it wasn't until i took a break that i realized how mentally and emotionally drained i was after writing 600k+ in 2 years, along with being an engineering master's student then starting a job in aerospace. especially after writing sukuna's backstory (75k+ words in one month), my brain was utterly fried. all in all, it's been a lot.

as some of you may know, i started watching one piece in september. and i love it! it's an incredibly fun, well-written feel-good series. it's been a refreshing mental break to engage with a new series, especially since jjk canon has been so disappointing in both content and writing quality. 

if you check my ao3, you'll notice i took a break from jjk with other series in the past: namely dr. stone, sxf, and natsume yuujinchou. this is necessary for me to remain creative and explore narrative themes that i bring back to tpg when i return to it. but by the time my recent hiatus started, it had been well over a year since i engaged with any other series than jjk, and it was starting to take its toll on me. i'm almost caught up on one piece now, which means i'll be able to focus on tpg again soon.

when i return from tpg's hiatus, updates may be slower. releasing 15k+ word chapters every 2-4 weeks was incredibly mentally taxing and required much of my time and focus to constantly be on the story. it wasn't healthy, and other areas of my life were impacted negatively. it can be easy to forget that i'm a real person with real-life responsibilities writing this story in my spare time for free -- even i sometimes forgot this. 

another note on why taking a break has been so necessary is my mental health. when season 2 released and toji + satosugu was animated, the fandom exploded and tpg's readership drastically increased. while this meant an influx of amazing love and support, i also started to receive rude and hateful comments and messages.

don't get me wrong: not everyone has to like tpg. that's totally fine! but as a very sensitive person, receiving hate took a huge toll on my mental health and motivation, and i have needed time to recover from it. i've been doing better mentally lately, and have taken some measures to reduce unkind interactions. i'm working on becoming less sensitive in the meantime so i can handle it better if/when it happens again.

since i've been feeling guilty about not posting jjk content, i haven't been on tumblr quite as much, but i'm still around online on both discord and instagram. mutuals can request my priv @chiidoriii on IG, and my discord is @MissingN000 -- just shoot me a message with who you are when you request! i'll still post fic updates on both new stories as well as tpg content and previews on tumblr, so please stick around :)

thank you so much for your patience with me! i love you all so much, and truly appreciate your support. love, chi <333

[nerdraging4point0]

November Moon

CW: 18+, oral sex male receiving, language, dirty talk, oral sex female receiving, PIV, protected sex. Exhibitionism, partner sharing.

Authors note: @tearfallpixie and I had .... thoughts.....conversations. It wasn't what I had in mind but as I wrote it, something took on a mind of its own. She was kind enough to offer one of her OC characters to the story. I have been in a rut for a few weeks now, so this is the first thing that has actually reached the finished stages. Enjoy

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 Rick came out of the kitchen a large bowl in each hand filled to the brim with popcorn. He was nothing if not predictable. He set the bowls down on his new extra-large coffee table-a rustic French farmhouse type made of birch wood that looked weathered-it wasn’t his usual style, but he picked it up because one it fit the length he wanted and two he liked the way she looked at it. They hadn’t been together long before Rick had asked Anya to move in with him, he had never been so sure of something in his life.

Horror, the cute pup he had adopted just the year before jumped onto the couch, his tail thumping on the fabric tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. There was a full table of drinks and snacks that Rick and Anya picked up from the store earlier and a couple bags of burgers and fries with milkshakes included from Five Guys. If Rick knew his friend it would be to order Five Guys for dinner, especially when he was about to propose something that could be considered completely insane.

Just a few weeks ago he’d come home from a long tour, finally set to be home for a full eight months, ready for some much-needed rest and relaxation. Yeah right. Rick knew better than to have any kind of relaxation, after he’d properly welcomed himself home to Anya and their pup, he’d immediately started working on his film projects. She had been talking to him from the couch in his office, slumped over his laptop clicking away at videos as he edited them, giving her an occasional ‘uh huh’ ‘really’ or even a ‘hmm’ all things to make it seem like he heard her.

"You know what would be hot?"

"Hmm?" The guitarist hummed quietly, not lifting his eyes from his computer.

"If we had a foursome with Vinny and Dana."

"Wait what?!" Rick exclaimed, turning in his chair to face her. After a long period of silence, he’d waited for her to say more but when she didn’t, he had to process what she’d said. His brain took the suggestion, fumbled it around amongst the other thoughts currently occupying its space, until figuratively tossing everything from its desk inside his head to focus on the idea she proposed.  

"What? Vinny and Dana are hot as fuck. And don't think I don't know you and Vin have fooled around before. It's so obvious." Rick sputtered as he processed her words. Seeing her raise an eyebrow at him, realizing his darkest secret had been found out. He sat back further in his chair eyes darting to the ceiling as he thought the idea through.

“Oh my GOD!” She squealed pulling herself to the edge of her seat on the couch “I was only joking; I wanted your attention you perv!” They had put the idea aside for a while talking again about idle things this time with Rick’s attention on her. But he’d be lying if his mind was drifting back to the earlier topic.

He couldn’t deny that the thought of seeing his best friend and girl get it on wasn't intriguing. Not only that, but he found Vins girl appealing. Anya and Dana were like night and day. Dana was shorter in stature, standing only at 5’2 long sandy brown hair, light skin tone, and eyes that he couldn’t determine were either green or blue. He imagined how her soft curves might feel under his hands, if she’d groan at his touch like Anya did or whine. Anastasia was 5’6 dark brown hair just past her shoulders, deep green eyes and a full sleeve of white roses on her right arm, the spaces between the leaves blacked out. She was athletically built, the muscles from her years of sports softened under her skin leaving her with a relaxed toned look.

Anya was his spitfire spastic girl, she could talk for hours if the subject intrigued her, and there were a lot of subjects like that. She was never not at a loss for words on any given subject, always wanting to learn and express herself. Outsiders might think they were arguing with how they spoke to each other during their debates, but it was all understood, they were communicating on a different level.

While on tour Vin and Rick had stayed up later than the rest of the band and crew, just talking about their girls back home. The girls had gotten close, so closely bonded they weren’t above holding hands and kissing each other on the lips occasionally. They had gotten so deep in conversation that night Vin started to talk about his sex life with Dana, while he never discussed much with anyone else in the band and crew, he and Rick had a mutual understanding to share everything with one another.

Rick had expected Dana to be shy and innocent, inexperienced, somehow the thought of having to break her and teach her a lesson made his sex throb with anticipation. But when he heard how dark she could be for Vin he was surprised. The way Vin described her she was mouthy, sassy even. Rick liked that. The idea that he could still break her gave him some satisfaction.

The couple walked through the door of Rick’s house, greeted eagerly by Horror, Dana seemed to take great interest in petting the pup’s belly while Vin made a quick bee line for the food on the table. Anya caught her friend in a hug, bringing her in by the waist to the couch. Dana had chosen a simple pair of leggings and hoodie to wear tonight. Although she matched in all black with her boyfriend, Rick couldn’t help but feel cheated, what could she possibly be hiding under there?

He'd never seen Dana wear anything outside of leggings, sweatpants, hoodies, and the occasional pair of jeans. Anya said it was something about being self-conscious around a lot of people. What could she have to be self-conscious about? He’d seen some of the photos on Vin’s phone. Not on purpose, anything that had to do with Dana and Vin was all found out by accident. He either happened to be looking that way just at the right time or Vin was scrolling through his phone passing by a saved photo of her pausing only for a minute before continuing through his gallery. Rick just always acted like he didn’t see it.

Vin didn’t know it but a few nights after that conversation Rick had gotten up in the middle of the night making his way to the bathroom for a late-night piss, on his way back to his bunk he could hear the private conversation between Vin and Dana. Vin seemed to think everyone was asleep and opted for no headphones, in whatever way, to the universe or deity of some kind he thanked him for the absentminded mistake.

She was moaning on the other end, giving a sexy giggle, maybe in response to Vin’s reaction.

“Sugar, come on don’t tease me.” He whined, his voice climbing higher than a whisper.

“What are you gonna do? Make me?”

Rick had to suppress the growl in his throat. Oh, he’d make her alright. Miles away or not, he’d have her follow his every direction without hesitation.

They watched a movie together, eating and making small talk. But it seemed that no matter how much he tried to bring up the subject he just couldn’t get the words to come out of his mouth. I guess it was a good thing his girlfriend was better at breaking the ice than he was. He wasn’t sure what she’d said, or how she had said it, but when Rick looked over in the dark living room toward the girls, they were practically in each other’s laps hands wrapping around each other, lips locked. He tapped his friend’s thigh unable to tear away from the scene in front of him, the sudden thud of Vin’s phone on the floor was confirmation he was seeing the same thing.

It wasn’t much to convince them to take everything back to Rick’s room. He’d lead them down the hall and into the master bedroom tearing Anya’s top and bra from her body the minute she was inside their door. He held Anya against his chest, her breasts in each of his hands, kneading the flesh and pulling at her nipples while he kissed the exposed skin of her neck, cheek and shoulder. He heard a sound that made his eyes fly open and search for the source.

Across the room Vin had his girl in his arms teeth sinking into the flesh at her neck, Dana’s mouth dropped open and her nails digging into Vin’s shoulder, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. Rick drank in the sight looking her over, her pale skin was completely exposed her hoodie, shirt, and bra had been discarded and he could see her breasts pressed into Vin’s chest.

God damn she was beautiful.

“Fuck, Vin. That’s what you’ve been hiding from us?” It had been a comment Rick wanted to utter more times than one after seeing photos of her but knew better than to do it. Now he had no reason not to.

Dana’s cheeks went pink when her eyes opened landing on Rick’s from across the room. So sweet. She was still so shy. Rick wanted to taste her, he wanted to make her come first. The way Vin was playing with her, it was driving Rick insane. Like a kid on the playground who wanted his turn with the new toy, he seemed to be losing his patience.

“Think Vin would let me suck his cock?” Anya’s breathy voice was at Rick’s ear, her soft moans between words making his cock twitch.

“I don’t know,” he drawled “Why don’t you go over there and find out.”

Anya crossed the floor quickly, pulling herself between Vin and Dana, giving Dana a soft kiss on the lips before turning to face Vin. Her eyes focused on him as she dropped to her knees fingers already working the button of his cargo pants.

Dana stepped back, giving her friend room, her arms crossing over her chest as she pulled her thumb nail between her teeth. She was distracted, not paying any attention to Rick as he crossed the room coming up slowly behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist letting his chin rest on her shoulder as he pulled her into him his cock sliding between the cheeks of her ass. She tightened in his grip going stiff.

“Shhh.” He whispered letting his lips trail soft kisses from her shoulder to the bend of her neck. “Since he’s a little occupied. Let me take care of you.”

He spun her in his arms making her face him he squatted down grabbing her thighs and hoisting her up to wrap her legs around his waist. Rick climbed onto the bed, letting her back fall softly into the black duvet. He kept his eyes on hers, taking in the beautiful glassy green color as he watched her pupils dilate and shrink with every move of his hands over her body.

“Would you let me eat you? I’m sure Vin does it a lot.” Ricks fingers were already teasing the hem of her leggings, waiting for the approval before tearing them down her thighs. He watched as she covered her body with her arms, hands making a tent over her mouth and nose while her cheeks turned that adorable pink color.

“Why do you think I call her sugar?” Vin teased moaning when Anya giggled, his cock still down her throat.

“You have to say yes.” Rick gave her an encouraging look, or maybe he was pleading, he wasn’t really sure what expression his face was making at this point. Whatever he’d done made her nod her head slowly, he understood the hesitation and although he wanted to tear her clothes off and bury himself between her thighs, he felt he should treat her a little more delicately. Pulling the clothes from her body he looked back up to see she had completely covered her face. He crawled up her body taking her wrists in his hands as he pulled her away to look in her eyes.

“No need to hide. I’ve seen it all already and trust me, you are beautiful.” Her face went completely red but as Rick made his way down her torso, she didn’t bring her hands up to hide again. Opening her thighs she parted them easily for him, letting him find his way between them as he licked a stripe between her folds the intoxicating taste of her burst through his mouth, he groaned wanting more but having to hold himself back from devouring her. “I see why he calls you sugar, you do taste sweet.”

Fingers pressing her open he lapped at her clit listening to the pleased sounds she made as he found the spot, she liked the most. Her hips rocked into his face, and he grabbed her thighs in order to brace himself for the moment she came on his tongue. She moaned, the dirty words falling out of her mouth all that Ricks’ ears hoped they would be.

Shuffling, the tear of a foil packet, a sudden keen from Anya and the sound of skin on skin meant Vin had taken it upon himself to move his moment along. They hadn’t discussed how it would all make them feel, but then again, Vin didn’t have much emotion when he was horny. Rick liked to think things through even now, he could feel the pang in his chest that someone else had his girl, but the knowledge that she was always his softened the blow.

Dana’s hands tangled into Ricks hair desperate to pull him off her as her body started to shake and seize from her orgasm. He continued to hold her clit between his lips, letting his tongue flick along the edge as she spasmed against his face. When he opened his eyes and looked up at her, she was flat against the bed panting, her breasts rising and falling with her deep breathing. Some of the muscles in her thighs and arms were shaking from what he’d just done to her. The pride in swelling in his chest.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

“Vin.” He looked to his friend who had Anya bent over the side of the bed taking her from behind. Vin’s green eyes looked up from under his lashes, the red streaks falling over his face. “Toss me one.”

The drummer groaned as he pulled out of Anya, she whined at the loss of him, Vin spinning around to slap her ass before digging through the drawer of the nightstand. He tossed the purple foil to Rick, catching it mid air he ripped it open sliding it down his length before bracing himself at her entrance. He wanted to go easy, maybe take his time, but if Vin finished soon, it would just be awkward for the whole room.

He bottomed out watching as she folded herself up arm latching around Ricks neck. He moved his hips immediately filling her up quickly and starting a pace that was sure to give her another orgasm. She moaned, keened and whined in his ear. The sounds making his brain fill with fog. She fits him so easily, her walls parting for him only to tighten around as he withdraws. She is just as soft as he imagined she’d be, fingers tracing the scars of her stretched skin, stripes that were no doubt earned and should be appreciated.

Under his touch she trembles, but then relaxes as he strokes her back, he can feel her shake every time he thrusts deep inside her. She is close and he knows it. The familiar shrieks from Anya tell Rick she’s enjoying herself. He was sure he’d have time to take Anya too, his ego telling him he had the stamina for it all. But as reality sank in it was evident, he wouldn’t. He felt in his lower belly that he was close, she was clenching harder around him, feeling her walls coat him with her slick his own body trembling.

“Fuck Rick.” She moaned in his ear as her arms clutched to him tight the orgasm breaking her. He couldn’t hold out anymore. Getting a hard grip on her body he thrust into her several more times before he moaned her name as he came.

The chorus of the four of them breathing heavily, smacking their lips from their mouths running dry was all the room could hear. The heady smell of musk and body fluid assaulting their sense of smell. Vin withdrew from Anya pulling the condom off quick and discarding it. Anya didn’t seem to notice him either walking around the bed to her drawers looking for underwear and something to wear.

Rick pulled out of Dana quickly making his way off the bed and tossing the condom away. He pushed the windows open behind his bed letting the cool night air waft the smell from the room. Anya’s warm hands wrapped around his waist, holding one of his t shirts and clean boxers in them. He took the clothes from her grip, bringing one of her hands to his lips before placing a chaste kiss on the back.

He slipped the clothes on seeing Vin help Dana into his sweatshirt, he was still naked, but after making sure his girl was dressed, they cuddled under the blankets.

“I told them they can sleep here tonight.” Anya stood up on her tiptoes to give Rick a kiss on his cheek.

“And where will we sleep?”

“In the bed silly. Where else?” she giggled crawling into the bed and settling next to her friend. Rick was too physically tired to care who slept in what bed. While the idea of a foursome wasn’t exactly what he’d imagined, it wasn’t a waste of time either. Now that the ice had been broken maybe there was just a little room to have more.

She woke to the faint sound of moaning.

The chill in the room made her shiver under the sweatshirt Vin had given her last night, she rolled into him seeking the warmth of his body. The window he’d opened was left that way all night, the late November air making the room go chill. Settling into Vin’s chest he was fast asleep, his arms not even moving to hold her, shivering as she pulled the blankets up over her nose. She tried hard to go back to sleep, squeezing her eyes shut as if that would force them to stay closed and bring sleep on faster.

Another soft moan carried through the room, and she realized that it wasn’t the sounds of her dreams from last night anymore. Turning slowly in the bed she saw Rick and Anya over her shoulder. Rick had Anya’s back pressed firmly into his chest, his hips rocking into her from behind, one ink clad hand wrapped around her waist disappearing between her thighs his fingers moving in and out of her sex with slow strokes. Anya had her head tipped back, hands wrapped around Rick’s head as he kissed into the bend of her neck, eyes were held shut pulling her lip between her teeth to suppress more of her moans. Rick’s grey eyes met hers from across the bed, they held the stare for only a few seconds before he gave her a wink and a seductive smirk. Pressing his lips once again to the neck of his girl. She turned back into Vin, not shy about what she saw, but disappointed that her boyfriend wasn’t awake to join in the fun.

She snuggled into Vin’s chest more drinking in the smell of his cologne, the fragrance still potent even though he’d applied it yesterday morning. She was close enough to hear his heart beating in his chest, the steady rhythm drowning out the sound of the couple next to her. Vin shifted in the bed allowing her to sink deeper into his bare chest.

“You to huh?” his gravely morning voice made heat pool into the space between her thighs. She was very pleased with herself that all she was wearing was his sweatshirt and panties from the night before. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth before she nodded her head. “Turn around then.”

She rolled to her other side making sure her ass rolled over him in a suggestive way. He groaned when she rolled over his cock, realizing quickly that he hadn’t dressed himself after their games last night. He kept his eyes closed, hand taking her hip and pulling her close to him. She glanced over at Rick and Anya, he seemed to have lost patience with only his fingers. Anya was pressed firmly on her belly into the bed one of Ricks’ hands tangled in her hair holding her head up off the mattress, his other had both her wrists clasped firmly into her lower back. Rocking his hips into her from behind, his black hair was already falling in his face lips parted breathing getting heavy. The sight turned her on to watch and when Vin started to rock his hips into her from behind slowly grinding himself against her ass, she let out a whimper Anya’s eyes only opening a little to look her friends way before giving her a satisfied smile.

Suddenly the chill from earlier was gone, the room filling up with a sudden heat she couldn’t explain. She pushed the blankets down and off her with her feet trying to cool her already sweaty skin. Vin’s fingernails were digging into the flesh of her thigh as he pulled her closer to him, continuing to grind against her. She was soaking through her panties as Vin would move her the friction of the material clothing her sex gave just enough friction to stimulate, but not enough that she’d be able to come. She wanted more. He was hard the feel of him pressing into her cheeks erotic the length not giving from the pressure of her on him.

He suddenly stopped fingers frantically trying to find the edge of her panties to bring them down her legs. She rolled onto her back grabbing the sides and pulling them down to toss the wet garment somewhere. Vin rolled onto his back motioning for her to come to him, she straddled his lap her knee barely coming to rest next to his hip before he pulled her down into a needy kiss. Her mouth distracted he lined up, pushing himself between her folds before bottoming out with no hesitation. She squealed into the kiss letting his tongue push past the barrier and into her mouth. He already had a grip on the sides of her hips rocking her over his length pulling her up before bringing her back down. They had barely started, and she was already about to burst.

Pulling herself out of his mouth she sat up grasping his thigh and bracing herself on the soft of his abdomen before she rocked herself back and forth, letting him fill her completely. While she rolled her head back she let her eyes wander over to their friends. Anya had her lip in her mouth teeth bearing down into the skin it was turning white, her forehead was sticky with sweat and her eyes were shut tight. Rick’s grey orbs looking directly at Dana. He had a feral look in his eye and it only made the coil in her belly tighten, watching him fuck Anya with sharp snaps of his hips was a show. She looked down at Vin who beneath her was arching his back Adams apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed before letting his mouth fall open again with his heavy breathing. She was so close, her rhythm stalling, feeling like she couldn’t continue. He sat up with her, head placed into her chest, he let his hands roam up the sweatshirt she was wearing fingers running along her spine and over her skin.

“Gonna come for me, sugar?” She wrapped her arms around his neck letting her fingers lace through his messy curls. Her hips moved faster as he spoke, driving herself to a quick release, beyond speech she only nodded her head. She looked over to Rick whose own hips started to falter, his eyes still on her, she threw her head back watching as he stilled in his movements spilling into Anya with a loud groan. It put Dana over the edge, clenching hard around Vin’s cock she squeezed his hair as her body shook with her orgasm. He wasn’t far behind her, taking her hips in his hands and slamming her down on him one more time before she could feel the warmth of his release inside her.

They fell back on the bed, her ear pressed against his chest to hear his heart thudding loudly. As they caught their breath, she heard the couple next to them whispering softly to one another, followed by a comfortable silence. The serenity of the moment lost when Vin cried out to the room,

"I'm hungry."

[sketchy-scribs-n-doods]

billy and max were not californian enough in my humble socal opinion. like i’m not saying all californians have had my exact experience. but. come on.

where was the bitching about the cold weather and the lack of good mexican and chinese restaurants nearby. never have i met a californian that wasn’t ready to throw down for in n out when out of state ppl try to talk shit, even if it isn’t remotely their favorite burger place. i just know max would go crazy over the fuck all to do in town within a month or two. the largest city is probably hours away, cue billy quickly realizing the only entertainment at hand is shitty high school parties.

you’re telling me max wouldn’t throw a fit about the lack of giant skateparks? that billy wouldn’t take every opportunity to bitch and moan about having to get chains for his tires and the menace of ice and snow on the roads fucking up his car? billy refuses to button his fuckin shirt in november, he’s going to die as soon as the temperature dips below 35F. i know not every person from socal is as much of a bitch as i am about low temperatures but most of us are not built for temperatures below like 40 or 30F. actual snow is going to happen and max is going to eat shit trying to skateboard through it. i had to defrost my car for the first time during a cold snap last month and i thought i was losing my mind, billy is going to fucking hate what cold temperatures can do to your car, especially if you park it outside on the regular.

white bitches love mexican food, have you seen how they get about chipotle? one day billy and max are gonna be home alone and go ‘we should get mexican takeout tonight’ and suddenly realize they live in the fuckin heartland now, the chances of finding a good (let alone decent) taco place nearby depend entirely of the percentage of mexican immigrants settling in bumfuck indiana to actually open a place. or at least somebody from texas.

i desperately need max and billy throwing down for in n out. i don’t care about your opinion on it, your average bitch from california will not stand for actual slander against it. lucas tries taking max to the local diner and puts his foot in his mouth (”it can’t be that good, max”) after trying to insist that the burgers in hawkins are leagues better than whatever they had back in california. steve and billy nearly brawl again because billy fuckin loves the skinny crispy in n out fries and dares to put them above mcdonald’s fries and steve thinks he’s fucking crazy.

depending on where they lived in california, the lack of mountains would probably be something weird to get used to. travelling past the mountains and through flat land makes the monkey in my brain go ‘where big rocks go??? why so exposed??? too flat!!’ and i can’t help but think of max constantly doing double takes at the sheer amount forest around hawkins and the distinct lack of mountains nearby lol. california is huge and there’s loads of different biomes within it, but you’re not gonna find very many forests, especially in the areas billy and max probably lived in (i think in runaway max they lived in san diego? but that’s shaky half-canon at this point).

give me the weird slang differences between the midwest and the west coast. i had a teacher from wisconsin call water fountains ‘bubblers’ once and i swear it gave me whiplash. i love regional slang. idk if it depends on the person’s age or region or if its interchangeable in some places, but the face i’m picturing billy making after hearing somebody call it ‘pop’ instead of ‘soda’ is priceless. there’s also no fucking way billy hung out with californian surfers in the 70s - 80s and didn’t pick up some truly atrocious slang that pops up now and then. max thinks he sounds fucking dumb, but then billy makes fun of the fact that she can’t roll her ‘r’s and it starts another bitch fight. more of max and billy both saying ‘like’ way too much as a sentence filler and everyone else making fun of them.

i don’t know, i want more fun and interesting and annoying little things that people from different states do. billy and max moved across the whole damn country, i want more conflict from that than just the obvious issues.

[48787]

I AM LOSING MY MIND OVER THE ENERGON UNIVERSE SPOILERS FOR TRANSFORMERS 1-4, DUKE 1, VOID RIVALS 1-6, AND THE TEASER FOR COBRA COMMANDER

I DONT THINK THERE WASN'T JUST A TIME SKIP I THINK THERE WERE A COUPLE SUBSTANTIAL TIME SKIPS AND THAT I WAS A FOOL FOR NOT NOTICING IT WASN'T JUST THE 6 MONTHS IN DUKE (Not even counting how long it's been AFTER the fight with Starscream pre-6 month skip) I THINK THERE MAY HAVE BEEN A TIME SKIP IN TF ISSUE 4 I'M LOSING MY MIND, MY WIFE THINKS I'M CRAZY, BUT BEFORE I JUST ACCEPTED CERTAIN THINGS BECAUSE I WAS LIKE "Oh, huh, I wonder when Megatron's gun got ripped off.." (and she was like, now alternating,) "Most likely before he got frozen over??? Obviously it had to have been before the crash, otherwise how would Optimus have it in his trailer??" "Yeah, you're right, I just thought it was neat that it feels a little ambiguous, like maybe it was ripped off after he was frozen over," "Well, it's clearly supposed to be a mystery," "Well yeah, obviously, I'm just on the look out for red herrings and stuff especially because we never actually see what's in the trailer and there's a bit of a time skip between Sparkplug's idea and him putting on the arm, but you're probably right..." "Not much of a time skip, they're just at the hospital." "Okay sure I guess" BUT GOING BACK UP TO THE PANEL (after making a joke about how it's funny that the fusion cannon is the scope of the gun, so Prime has the scope [doubly meaning ambition hee hoo i'm so clever] of Megatron which funnily feels more powerful than Cobra's gun [which I THINK doesn't have the scope on it but I CANT TELL and MIGHT BE STUPID] and going back up to the panel where OP has the arm in the middle of making it) THERE'S TOO MUCH RUBBLE!!! THE HOSPITAL WASN'T THAT DESTROYED!! MAYBE CLIFFJUMPER AND CARLY WENT BACK TO THE POWER PLANT WHERE HER DAD DIED??? I DON'T KNOW!!! I DIDN'T THINK SO BUT I FEEL LIKE I'M MISSING OR FORGETTING A LOT OF DETAILS RN!! DID SPARKPLUG GIVE HER THAT GUN SHE HAS NEXT TO HER WHEN SHE'S TALKING TO CLIFFJUMPER?? WHY CANT I REMEMBER!! PRIME'S DAMAGE IS THE SAME, SO IT COULDN'T HAVE BEEN THAT BIG OF A JUMP.... I THINK?? IM TRYING TO COMPARE THE LITTLE WE SEE OF THE PLACES BUT IT FEELS LIKE MY BRAIN IS FRIED BECAUSE I BECAME TOO BUSY THINKING ABOUT: WHEN DOES VOID RIVALS TAKE PLACE??? JETFIRE SAYS HE NEEDS TO GO HOME, BUT WE SEE HIM ON EARTH INSTEAD NEXT IN TF, LOW ON ENERGON. MAYBE HE WAS SEARCHING FOR STARSCREAM SINCE PERHAPS HIS PARTNER WAS LOST AS WELL... "I have not seen you... for centuries" IS A LITTLE WEIRD, BUT THEN I GOTTA WONDER... HOW CLOSE IS EARTH?? HOW FAST CAN HE TRAVEL??? HOW MUCH ENERGON DOES THAT COST?? HE CLEARLY MUST'VE BEEN ON EARTH FOR A LITTLE WHILE TO GET NEW ALT MODES RIGHT?? MAYBE THIS IS A SEMANTIC THING BUT IT GOES FROM "I've been stranded here for... millions of..." (IMPLIED YEARS I THINK?? I DONT KNOW ANYTHING ANYMORE) AND THEN IT CHANGES TO "I have been away for centuries" JUST LIKE HOW STARSCREAM SAYS THE WAR HAS GONE ON FOR "the past hundred years" THERES A WEIRD FOCUS ON 100s OF YEARS... WHICH DOESN'T FEEL RIGHT IF YOU'VE TRULY BEEN AWAY FOR MILLIONS??? (Starscream has no clue how long the war has been going on for considering he just woke up now, so we have no clue when the war started or how long it's actually been going on for...) BACK TO VOID RIVALS WHY IS SHOCKWAVE THE NEXT CYBERTRONIAN (i think?) WE SEE IN VOID RIVALS??? WHY ON CYBERTRON??? OBVIOUSLY HE'S THERE BECAUSE MEGATRON PROBABLY LEFT HIM THERE TO RUN IT, BUT WHEN IS THIS??? THE PLACE LOOKS FINE (though... perhaps depopulated?? We do only see Shockwave) AND IT PROBABLY IS EITHER DURING OR POST WAR CONSIDERING HE HAS THE DECEPTION SYMBOL BUT... WHEN??? SHOCKWAVE'S WHOLE CHARACTER IS USUALLY "I'M YOUR CYBERTRONIAN HOST, SHOCKWAVE, AND I'VE BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME" SO THE FACT THAT HE'S THE ONE WHO WE SEE AFTER JETFIRE IS WEIRD, RIGHT?? LIKE MAYBE VOID RIVALS IS EARLIER THAN WE THOUGHT??? ALSO, DOES SKUXXOID BEAT JETFIRE TO CYBERTRON?? DID JETFIRE EVEN GO TOWARDS CYBERTRON AT ALL IN THE FIRST PLACE?? MAYBE SKUXXOID'S SHIP IS JUST BETTER???

SPEAKING OF WHICH, WHY IS JETFIRE ALL DOOM AND GLOOM ABOUT FAILING HIS MISSION AND HOW "Everything will die..." LIKE SURE MAYBE HE WAS EXPLORING TO FIND NEW RESOURCES FOR HIS DYING PLANET BUT... EVERYTHING?? LIKE I GET CARING ABOUT YOUR PLANET MORE THAN ANYTHING BUT... "EVERYTHING???" SURELY THAT HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE VOID RIVALS STUFF WITH THE DYING SUN, UNENDING WAR, DWINDLING RESOURCES, AND SACRED RING IMAGE LOOKING EERILY SIMILAR TO AN OPENED MATRIX??? RIGHT??? WHEN IS COBRA COMMANDER 1 GONNA TAKE PLACE??? WHEN IS HE GOING TO TAKE MEGATRON?? DID THE GOVERNMENT MANAGE TO COVER ALL THE STRAIGHT UP OUT-THERE CYBERTRONIAN FIGHTING??? ITS SO LATE, AND IM LOSING MY MIND OVER THIS, I KEEP TRYING TO PUT THE PIECES TOGETHER IN MY HEAD BUT IT FEELS LIKE I'VE SOMEHOW FORGOTTEN KEY DETAILS ABOUT EVERYTHING... okay... Rant mostly done... I think I'll try to reread some of the comics soon and form a more coherent post later that's not just SCREAMING into the void about random points that could probably be easily or obviously explained if I were able to hold more than a single thought in my head at a time. You'd think I'm exaggerating but it's been such a weirdly long day that I feel like I'm doing that one fight in jojo part 6 where I open one tab to cross reference with another tab, and as soon as I open up tumblr to write anything one of them is like evaporated from my head. It was nice getting it all out of me though! Got me to reread Prime talking about the last thing he remembers more closely and how before the crash there were only two hundred years of fighting apparently. I think I made a note of that when I first read it but clearly I forgot! But who knows how many years of fighting there have been since! Also, in the crash scene that Prime remembers Megatron still has his arm, so the most obvious solution to the original question is that Megatron fell out of the ship during the crash, but somehow lost his arm in the process, and when Ratchet was loading everyone into Prime's trailer he just so happened to pick up Megatron's arm, just for safe keeping! Further shown by the amount of damage done to Megatron's body compared to Prime's shiny new arm. Pretty much everything probably makes sense within the comic, I obviously am just jumpy to make wild ass claims because one or two details seemed weird to me and I like to playfully think all the media I consume is carefully lying to me and throwing in red herrings in the dialog to build to some massive twist that was always visible from the start. I really really like how the energon universe is going so far! Once I can get my thoughts in order, expect a more coherent post about how Sparkplug would be a perfect decepticon or something stupid like that, I don't quite know yet!

[chai-hat-tea]

2022 Evaluation of my Fics

I was tagged by the nicest people @beardyboyzx and @thinlinez to answer a bunch of fic questions. Here goes nothing:

1. Number of stories posted to AO3 this year: 9

2. Word count posted for the year: 55,469

3. Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction

4. Pairings: Larry and Ziam

5. Story with the most:

Kudos: Stranger Coffees

Bookmarks: Stranger Coffees

Comments: Up until now it was Stranger Coffees, but @thinlinez swooped in and changed it to I'm Weaker Without You

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): 

I like to think it's the latest fic I wrote (I'm Weaker Without You), but I genuinely can't choose. Maybe each story of mine has different reasons attached for my being proud of them. But yeah, even if they suck, I'm proud of all of my fics <3 but I admit I have a very soft spot for My Light and Fix You. They were the most thought-provoking or had the most character development of sorts and I love that.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why):

Hahaha on a normal day, I can't bring myself to read any of my works because I hate what I've written and can see it could've been so much better than what I've done, so again, I can't choose (yes I'm a terrible decision maker).

8. Share or describe a favourite review you received:

@thinlinez literally made my year by commenting on every chapter of I'm Weaker Without You and letting me know what they think! I was so nervous about this fic because I wrote just over 30k words in a little over 3 weeks and my brain was so fried, I was worried people would find my story pretentious or "trying too hard". Each comment from them was a godsend. :')

And I received comments from @beardyboyzx and @cigsandchampagnethat helped me get better and have faith in my writing, especially when I was at my lowest.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard:

I think writing in general has been really hard for me, especially fanfiction writing because 1) I've never done any story writing before this, and 2) I didn't think I could write any romance. But this month has been the hardest for me. To write 2 stories at the same time with life happening was just wild. I feel so drained out physically and mentally.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

I think it would be the first smut scene I ever wrote. I didn't think I had it in me, but I managed to, even if it was really lame.

11. A favourite excerpt of your writing:

It's not a favourite per se, but I love the tenderness of it:

“Where are you lost,  jaan?” Hands wrap around Liam’s frame as he’s gently brought back to the present. He feels a soft kiss on his temple as he takes a deep breath in.

He turns back around to see Zayn smiling at him. He smilingly lifts his head up, Zayn leaning down to kiss him on the mouth.

“Nowhere, mon amour. Was thinking back to the times when I should’ve realised I’m not into girls.” Liam laughs.

Zayn makes a sound. “It’s okay, you were so young. You couldn’t have known, especially because you were around such homophobic people.”

Liam sighs. “I know it was bad, but honestly? I wouldn’t change anything about it. Because all of that led me to you, my dear husband. I would go through all of that and more, if it means I’m with you.” Zayn just kisses him.

Every first with Zayn has been one blissful moment after another. They’ve been through so much together, and he knows it only made them stronger, and more certain in their love for each other.

Zayn opened his studio and handed Liam his heart when he showed Liam his art for the first time. Liam hasn’t dropped it since.

12. How did you grow as a writer this year:

I just grew haha!! I began writing, and that for me is the biggest growth. I know I have soooo much to learn in the world of writing, but I got over my fear to begin, and that in itself is a major growth for me :)

13. How do you hope to grow next year:

I just want to keep writing and have faith that I'm doing well. I just want to improve and get better in any way I can, because writing has been my best outlet and escape.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

Comments from @thinlinez, and my friends @beardyboyzxand @cigsandchampagne. Every author in this fandom is a godsend, and I aspire to be half as amazing as all of you.

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

A bunch actually. The Mane Man was based on me going to a salon (minus all the romance of it) and Fix You is very very very personal.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

I'm a baby writer, I'm the last person to be able to give any advice!! But one thing I would say is - WRITE. Write everything you can think of, and read even more than that. Read every genre, every book that you can get your hands on, and talk to fellow writers. You'll learn SO MUCH.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: 

I have a few ideas in mind, but nothing really concrete. I am considering taking part in more fic fests, so that it motivates me to write plot driven fics instead of just one-shots.

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

I would tag...@twopoppies, @indiaalphawhiskey, @greenfeelings...gosh so many authors I can think of (God these people know I exist now...yikes!! I'm a big big big fan by the way <3)

EDIT - I’m going to be courageous because today seems to be a good day, and tag EVERY author I can remember. @taggiecb @lululawrence @justalarryblog @wabadabadaba @allwaswell16 @jaerie @sadaveniren @beelou @fallinglikethis @panye @phd-mama @hearyouhowling @neondiamond @kingsofeverything @cherrystreet @disgruntledkittenface @crinkle-eyed-boo @marchessa @jacaranda-bloom @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed @jishlerfics @tommokat @zanniscaramouche @thedevilinmybrain @isthatyoularry @mizzwilde @londonfoginacup @mercurial-madhouse @wicked-archer @alivingfire @mediawhorefics and members of @writerscornercafe that I’m clearly forgetting and I’m forgetting many or I don’t know their tumblr urls so yeah

[plazmafields]

My BG3 character, Nathe, as a Cyberpunk edgerunner!!! This took me a couple months of off-and-on work so I really hope some people like it!! ^-^

I'm a little nervous about posting this one because I'm not sure if it's too odd of a cross over. But I kinda feel like we didn't see the crazy body mods I wanted to see in Cyberpunk 2077. Like, we have all these robo limbs but no one is getting dumb shit to make themselves look like fantasy creatures??

Nathe is a Netrunner from England who recently entered the Night City merc scene. Following a job gone horribly wrong, almost having fried his brain when he got tangled in military ICE, Nathe was declared dead at a Ripperdoc's in New Manchester. However, after a seven month recovery and serious upgrades to his cyberware (some more necessary than others), Nathe donned the mantle of "Diablo," and fled the country on the first plane to Night City. After a few months of odd jobs and managing to mask his presence on the Net, Nathe received an anonymous job offer with coordinates to a small high rise in Arroyo. There, he was interviewed–or more accurately, interrogated–by a gang known as Hand And Fang, and their leader whom they simply called "The Vampire."

(why yes I do want to write a BG3 Cyberpunk AU with a dynamic akin to Absolute!Tav and Ascended!Astarion, why was it obvious?)

If anyone is interested in the actual design process of this I'm gonna break it down a little:

Horns - I wanted some of his cyberware to just be for the purpose of aesthetics, so the horns do have the ability to lay back (for more comfortable sleeping, to get through doorways, etc.) but otherwise they're just cool metal implants with blue LEDs.

Eyes - I love that tiefling eyes glow in BG3, and I love the eyes with animated flames. So to try and replicate that, Nathe's eyes have scattered LEDs that slowly pulsate to give the illusion of radiating light. I also drew them with a ring of white highlight around the entire iris to kind of mimic neon lights.

Teeth - Nathe had a couple of teeth capped with fang-shaped chrome veneers. This was my take on translating tieflings' sharp teeth into his new design, and I think it's one of my favorite parts.

Tattoos - I did some research into facial tattoos and picked some with appropriate symbolism, as well as adapting his tattoos from BG3 into just the neck portion. Nathe has his blood type over his left eye. Over the right eye is a simplified drawing of a cathedral window, as a nod to a character in Arcane (which I was watching while working on this). There is an upside down cross under his left eye, a broken chain on his left sideburn area, and carnivore teeth in the hollows of his cheeks mirrored on both sides. He also has 3 small triangles under his lips. There is a sword dripping blood in the center of his throat. Where many people get eyebrow piercings, Nathe has a semicolon to represent his diversities and the struggles he has faced due to them.

Cyberware - The sculpted ridges of the tiefling body in BG3 are just so cool, and I especially love the shoulder blades that look like partially formed wings, so I wanted his cyberware to mimic all of that. He has panels on his stomach much like the "plates" that meet at a tiefling's navel. There are panels on the obliques, placed above where the ribcage stops. The panels on his shoulder blades represent the beginnings of devil wings forming. The spine implant is both representative of the raised spine on a tiefling's body, and also based on the design of the Sandevistan from Cyberpunk: Edgerunners. The implant above the tailbone is in place of the tails tieflings have, only because I think a tail would be incredibly impractical irl, and my only idea for making it look "cyberpunk-y" was to make it into a mantis blade, but coming out of his ass, and that's dumb as hell.

[antisocialxconstruct]

a little bit of GC banter because this prompt infected my brain yesterday

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Ilya’s still slouched despondently in their seat when Maksim returns with the fries he had ordered just to buy them the table for a while. The little roadside stall was a compromise neither of them was especially satisfied with, after the pub that had been their first stop had barred them at the door and rather unkindly reminded Ilya that they had been banned the week before. Maksim vetoed their second choice, knowing it would be far louder than he could tolerate, but Ilya had refused to go anywhere that “felt ritzy,” and while they had refused to clarify any further Maksim suspected anywhere he would have chosen based on personal preference would probably qualify.

So they had walked until they found a place they could loiter for a while without drawing attention and talk in relative privacy. The very lightest of telepathic prodding had confirmed Maksim’s initial suspicion that the elderly troll behind the counter was not especially nosey.

“Still can’t believe it,” Ilya mutters as Maksim takes his seat. “You give one asshole a concussion, suddenly you’re enemy number one. I liked that place.”

Maksim eyes them thoughtfully. They had met to talk work, and he doubts their grumbling is really an invitation to discuss the pub… but he’s feeling slightly emboldened, perhaps by the fact that he’s not used to seeing Ilya visibly off their game. They might be more willing to get personal if they’re complaining, or they might lock down completely. The only way to know is to pry a little.

“Why bother then?”

It’s another second before Ilya’s attention actually settles on him. “What do you mean?”

Maksim hesitates in turn, taking a moment to better formulate his question. That was an easier hook than he expected and he doesn’t want to waste it. Over Ilya’s head he watches a little cartoon coyote bound across the stall’s holographic sign, skid and tumble to a stop. “It’s been months,” he starts, dropping his gaze back down to his partner. “I’ve got an idea of your methods by now but I don’t get it. You’re already a runner, you get paid to start fights, so why do it in your free time too? Why go out of your way for it?” It’s a genuine curiosity, he’s not sure he’s ever met anyone so perpetually spoiling for a confrontation, although he has his doubts that such an upfront question will get him an honest answer.

“I could ask you the same question,” Ilya volleys back. “That whole SINner charade, you do realize you don’t have to hang around those people when you’re not a face, right?” Those people. The contempt practically radiates off their words, daring Maksim to defend himself and his associations.

“I don’t like shadowrunners,” he replies with a shrug, unfazed. He pauses to pluck a fry from the basket, chews it pensively for a beat before wrinkling his nose. Saltier than he had hoped. Then he adds, “not your best deflection tactic.”

Ilya snorts, selects and eats several fries from the basket in one mouthful. Then they hook their boot around the leg of an empty chair from the neighboring table, drag it closer, and kick their feet up onto the seat. “Alright fine… you want the long version, the short version… or the fun version?” They offer up the last option with a grin and an arched eyebrow, as if to promise it will, indeed, be fun.

Maksim just allows the conversation to hang for a second as he considers them. Locked down it is, then, he concludes. But now he just wants to pry for the sake of it. “How about the truth?”

The grin falls from Ilya’s face. “Do you get how deflection works?” they scoff, failing to hide what Maksim suspects is a flicker of genuine annoyance. He picks at the fries again but lets the hint of a smirk slip through his own facade as he glances back up at them, feeling a little more satisfied by their reaction than he probably should. Ilya blinks, and the expression that overtakes them then is decidedly harder to read. “You’re fucking with me.” They sound like they can hardly believe it.

“I’m just asking questions,” Maksim insists, popping another fry into his mouth. The flavor is worse than the first one and he internally admits defeat, nudging the basket closer to Ilya as he continues, “but obviously of the options provided I need to hear the fun version.”

[starrswan]

31st january, 2024

its strange how i would wake up everyday and be surprised that we were still in the middle of january but now that i look back, this month felt really short. i’m not sure if i am glad about this month ending as its only taking me closer to my exams, but they’re in the future and we do not ruin our present by thinking about things that are neither real nor existing yet.

today was a really busy day, i was supposed to finish a little bit of chemistry as well but i was really tired and bored after finishing biology. hopefully, it won’t stress me out too much tomorrow. i planned on solving previous years papers for biology tomorrow in school, my brain is coming up with all sorts of scenarios of all the ways things could go wrong but what if things go right? no, things will go right and as they’re supposed to anyways, there’s no point in me worrying, god has my back.

i came across some really beautiful video edits today, they made me really happy. i lost my favourite sticky notes, they had the sky painted on them, i’m not too stressed about it, i know i will find them soon.

i woke up feeling a little anxious today, i had a dream about them after quite a while. Even though i do not like thinking especially dreaming of them, this dream helped me realize that my efforts on trying to let go are working and i am so proud of myself for that.

i realized if i truly need to let go i will need to forgive myself and them. i am not ready to forgive them yet, but i will work on it, for myself.

i made myself fries and instant noodles for breakfast, not the healthiest but at-least they made me happy. i also made myself some coffee in the evening, it tasted okayish, perhaps i need to search up some good coffee recipes.

i studied most of the time today, i realized that i actually do enjoy studying as long as i do not have to repeat the entire chapter to myself audibly haha. genetic technology is a little bit of a difficult chapter, even though i have tried my best to memorise it well, i will still need to revise it early in the morning.

my room is super dark and my cat is sleeping next to me, i think i am ready to call it a day, i will need to meditate a little to slow down my heart rate before going to bed though.

i hope i get to see those kittens again tomorrow.

[parm4carm]

Love you, Jade ❤️ And though I know it's not the most important thing right now, speaking out and often is more important, I do hope you are okay ❤️

hiii oh my god has it forreal been weeks since you sent me this?? i swear i just saved this to my drafts three days ago .. the passage of time truly fries my brain

first, this is so sweet of you to send to me and i'm so grateful that people still check in on me when i'm quiet online <3 i know i am a veryyyyy unreliable presence here but i really do appreciate all the love and i'm sending it right back to you <3

you've kind of given me the perfect jumping off point to just throw a lot of updates and ramblings in one spot bc truthfully i do not feel right posting normal posts and taking up space with things that are trivial in the grand scheme of things. i genuinely don't have the brain capacity for much else these days besides keeping up with palestine/congo/sudan etc related updates + the occasional few hours where i can watch a movie or a show without feeling guilty

(general life update dump below so beware bc i talk a lot)

brief mental state check in but i am not doing well! not just with the weight of the world but with everything else in my life lmao. pretty much everyone who knows me knows that the holidays/the winter are the roughest months for me so i'm usually radio silent :/ this year has been... so rough and i don't know why every year feels worse than the last but it really truly does! i'm particularly lonelier this year and it's honestly my fault. idk how to reach out to people when i'm so isolated tbh i feel like a burden at all times especially now that most of the people i used to talk to daily online and irl are doing way better than me and i'm just. always stuck here in this really shitty space i can't seem to get out of no matter how hard i try

i don't talk about my problems a lot online but like. after losing my childhood pet and then getting accepted to two different programs in one year (grad school and community college) and having to drop out of both AND dealing with a decline in my mother's health AND my grandmother's cancer scare AND my own financial issues AND unemployment i'm just exhausted. because of all of this i truly don't know how to function like a normal person or make friends or keep friends anymore i'm just miserable tbh

okay i know this is a hard pivot, but i thought i could just compile things that have brought me a little bit of happiness that i haven't talked about here! it's all on me to feel like this, but i have intense guilt about posting anything not related to current events, so this is my way around that! so.. enjoy i guess <3

personal stuff (you can send me asks to explain more if you want)

i beat my new years' resolution of watching 365 things this year – i'm up to 500 logs!

a lot of new tv (28 total, entire shows, rewatches, new seasons, miniseries, and documentaries included)

fixated on kpop this year and listened to 30 groups whole discography! i actually counted and it was exactly 30 lmao ask me ab my fav groups and biases if you dare

started drinking tea every day :)

redecorating my apartment and it's so much cozier now

i've become more of a snoopy/peanuts fanatic :)

to build on the new years resolution, i've added quite a few horror franchises under my belt :) my horror tag on letterboxd is roughly 250 now!

i think i'm finally breaking my lifelong nail biting habit??? fingers crossed!

buying more things secondhand and feeling way better about it! mostly clothes and dvds but me and my partner are huge fans of knick knacks

have tried a lot of new food this year :) and am cooking new recipes a lot more too!

went to the beach for vacation for the first time in ten years <3 went to this cool little record store and got a band recommendation from the owner that's now one of my underground favs!

celebrated ten years with my partner this year and although it's been such a rough year for the both of us and we're not nearly where we ever thought we'd be, we're more solid now than we've ever been!!! i really would not have made it through this year without them

honestly this year has been a blur 90% of the time so there's obviously been more little things that make me happy but! it's been a big year for consuming media bc i don't have much energy for creating anymore unfortunately

[passerine-writes]

Silent Sparks - Volt 47

Warnings: Time for the next arc!!! Word count: 4280

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 46 | Volt 48

Sero ended up going home the next day, most of the night we watched movies and relaxed until we passed out on the couch. The next few days, I may or may not have been avoiding major social interactions.. including the group chat. I didn't know where I stood with Denki after the dare, or after sleeping on him, or after almost kissing him at the park.

So Hitoshi and I stayed over at Midoriya's for Friday and Saturday. Then had a lazy Sunday. I got my bags packed and then we were off to camp.

"Now that you've finished up you're first semester at U.A. High, it's time for summer vacation to officially begin." Dad said as we stood in front of the school, all of us ready to get on the bus. "However. Don't think these will be months of rest for you heroes in the making. At this camp, we'll push you to go beyond your limits. You're aiming to become 'Plus Ultra!'"

"Yes, sir!" We all stated at once. I floated near the back, shocked that Bakugou was allowing Kirishima to rest on him.

Mina came over and hung on me, making me catch her before she actually fell.

"Tsukababes! Look more excited!" She cheered for me.

"I know, I'm tired. The excitement will hit once I'm more awake, Min." She looked at me curiously.

"Tsukababes, have you.. not been sleeping?" I shrugged.

"I'm fine, a few hours of missed sleep never hurt anyone." I brushed off, picking nervously at my fingers as Denki started walking over to me.

"Onryo." I heard Dad call my name and beckoned me over with a wave of his hand. "I could tell you weren't sleeping too great and assumed it was from stress, with Ashido raising concern though, I feel inclined to ask. When was the last time you slept?" I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "Onryo."

"Today's... today's Tuesday? It's seven in the morning, so uh, I've been up for f-forty.. forty four hours?" I said while counting on my hands, my brain effectively fried.

"Onryo."

"I know, I-I- I know. You don't have to say it. I already know." Dad sighed and patted my back.

"Try and take a nap on the bus." I nodded and turned around, walking back and bumping into Monoma.

"I heard some of Class A is taking extra courses. Does that mean they actually failed the final exams? That would be so embarrassing. Especially since you're supposed to be so much better than my class. All of you must be wallowing in shame!" I gave him a deadpanned glare before Kendo knocked him out again.

"Don't mind him! Oh! Hey Tsukare." She said as she picked him up.

"Hey, uh, do you want any help carrying him?" She nodded her head as she dragged him.

"Do you mind getting his feet?" I silently helped and picked up his feet, plopping him into the first seats available before I left Class B's bus. A small boy stood drooling as he watched the girls get on the bus, specifically, their asses. So I stood in front of him and watched as he tried looking around before looking up at me.

"Leave them alone. I find out you were staring at them or touching them, you'll regret it." His eyes grew wide in fear and he ran off, Kiri coming over to pat me on the back.

"C'mon, gotta get on the bus. Iida's going on about seating order." I chuckled and followed him.

"Here's the deal. We'll be on this bus about an hour before our first stop. Make sure you stay focused." Dad told us from the front.

This bus unfortunately didn't have an open floor plan. Kirishima and I sat together in the front left seat, all the chatter and background conversation starting to give me a headache. My head fell forward a few times, my body trying to give into sleep but I wouldn't allow it. Instead, I took one of my migraine pills as a preemptive strike and held a conversation with Kirishima. I think I got a twenty minute nap in before my body flew into a fully sitting position, my friend putting a hand on my shoulder so I wouldn't hit the wall in front of us.

"Hey man, you okay?" He asked calmly and I nodded, taking a deep breath.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good. I'm okay."

"Okay, well we just made it to the stop. Let's go." I nodded and we got off first, all of us stretching and immediately I recognized some of the scenery.

"Toshi? Is this..?" My brother looked out an smiled, looking a lot like our father.

"Yeah. I wonder where they are." I got excited quickly thinking of my family.

"You don't really think we stopped here just so you could stretch your legs, do you?" Dad asked us, and I looked at the black car parked on the side.

"Heya, Eraser!" A familiar voice called from the car and I was almost bouncing where I stood.

"Long time no see."

"Aunt Shino! Aunt Ryuko!" I ran over and hugged my honorary aunts after their hero intro's. The two better known as Mandalay and Pixie-Bob.

"Onryo, Hitoshi! You both have gotten so big!" Aunt Shino announced.

"Hey squirt, long time no see. You remember us?" I asked Kota as I looked down at him.

"Yeah. What, you're a wannabe hero now?" I sighed, the kid still giving me a weak hug to my legs.

"You want to see something cool in a minute?" He nodded against my knee. "Okay." I tuned back in to Dads and our Aunt's introduction, hearing Uraraka ask why we stopped all the way out here.

"Would you like the verbal explanation or a demo?" I asked her, standing in front of the group.

"Not this again.." Dad and Hitoshi grumbled.

"Aunt Ryuko, mind giving me a boost?" She giggled and nodded. I walked over to the edge, the dirt lifting me up like the podium in Hunger Games. "See you guys on the flip side." I said as Pixie-Bob used the dirt to throw me into the air, I did a back flip on my way down. The air rushed around me as I sped towards the earth at an alarming pace, the same dirt from earlier reaching out and catching me, setting me down on the ground gently. I watched as the rest of my class fell down off the cliff side.

"You've got three full hours. You should be able to make it to the facility in that time. That is, if you can get through the beasts forest."

"The hell is going on ear bleed?" Bakugou grumbled as he stomped towards me.

"Why should I ruin the surprise? C'mon, let's go. Toshi and I have already done this a few times, shoulda guessed our Dad would pick this as our summer training camp." Hitoshi nodded and we started our way, the first beast showing itself.

"Didn't you name that one 'Fluffy' when we were kids?" I laughed and nodded.

"That monster is anything but fluffy!" Denki yelled at the sight, the beast growling loudly.

"You ready?!" I asked my brother while using my quirk, Hitoshi getting ready with his capture weapon, the first beast crumpling apart already.

The second appeared in time, Midoriya, Bakugou, Iida and Todoroki destroyed the next.

More and more appeared, the class working together and taking down multiple in minutes. Denki short circuited, I heard Koda call to the birds, Momo made a canon, Mina brought them to the ground and all of that happened in just twenty minutes.

"Todoroki! Cover!" He threw a shield of ice over my head, giving me just enough time to roll out of the way.

We kept up the pace, breaking dirt monster after dirt monster until we got out of the forest. There was dried blood on my face, Mina's hands were sore from her acid, Bakugou's wrists ached, Todoroki was covered in bits of ice, and Iida was limping. All of us were worse for wear, seeing as it took about nine hours for us to do.

"You said it would only be like, three hours." Sero whined.

"I guess we timed it on how long it would take us. Sorry!" Aunt Shino apologized, my Aunt Ryuko meowing.

"I thought it would take you kids even longer. But you did much better against my dirt monsters than I thought you would. You guys were seriously great. Especially the six of you!" She exclaimed, pointing at myself, Toshi, Iida, Midoriya, Roki and Bakugou. "It seems like you've had quite a bit of experience." She said and licked her lips, I grabbed Toshi's hand and we stepped out of the way, allowing her to pounce on our unexpecting friends. "I call dibs on these kittens. I'll groom them myself!" Toshi and I slid over to our Dad who was talking to Mandalay.

"Has Aunt Ryuko always been like this?" Toshi asked lowly.

"It's.. gotten worse lately. She's at the age to take a mate." I raised an eyebrow at her statement but slowly nodded. Midoriya ended up asked who Kota was.

"Oh, this little guy? He's my cousin's son. He lives with us now." Aunt Shino explained briefly. "Don't be shy, Kota. Say hi to everyone. You're gonna be around them for the next week."

"Zuku, I wouldn-" I tried to stop my friend but it was too late.

"Hi there. My names Midoriya. I'm from the U.A. High Schools hero course. It's nice to meet you!" My friend said while holding out a hand to my honorary nephew. Only to get punched in the balls. I sighed and scooped up my five year old nephew, putting him on my shoulders.

"Hey. We talked about this last time I was here." He sighed and rested his tiny forearms on my head, his head following suit and plopping down.

"Yeah, yeah."

"What a low blow! You fiend of a child! A punch to the scrotum is unforgivable!"

"The last thing I want is to hang with some wannabe heroes." Kota scowled, shocking Iida.

"That brat's got spunk." Bakugou stated.

"He's like a mini version of you." I snorted at what Todoroki said, tuning out Bakugou.

"Enough playing around." Dad chided, Kota laughing under his breath at the thought of me getting in trouble. "Get your stuff off the bus. Once your bags are in your rooms, we'll have dinner in the cafeteria. After that, you can bathe and sleep. Tomorrow your training starts in earnest. You'd better get a move on." I groaned and Kota laughed harder.

"Is my pain bringing you happiness." He giggled and I flipped him over my shoulders, holding him by my hip and tickling him. "You little rugrat!" He finally let out a semblance of a laugh before I set him down. I crouched down to his height and waited for everyone to leave before curling a finger towards me. "Hey, you still got that hide out?" He nodded. "Okay, if you want I'll meet you up there for dinner tomorrow. Yeah?" He gave me a curt nod and walked off.

I hurried to grab my things out of the bus, only to be stopped by Mandalay on the way back.

"I don't know how you did it. That's the first time he's smiled since he moved here." I tugged my bag a little closer and looked at the ground solemnly.

"How have you two been holding up?" She rested a hand on my back and gave me a soft smile.

"I'll be alright. I'm more worried about Kota. He's become so cynical. He hates heroes and everything about quirks and our society. He doesn't understand that his parents died in the field protecting people." I nodded along and we stopped outside of the guy's bunks. "How have you been? Have you been sleeping?" I looked at the ground, feeling guilty that even my Aunt Shino could tell easily. "I noticed it earlier when you got here, you look like you haven't slept in days." I stayed silent and she sighed. "You haven't, huh?" I shook my head and she brought me into a hug. "It'll be okay. Have you thought about talking to Recovery Girl about some new medication?" I dismissed the idea right away with a shake of my head.

"No, I don't wanna go on sleeping pills again. They fucked me up too much last time, I'm not chancing it again." She sighed but nodded, understanding.

"You could always try natural supplements. Like chamomile or even lavender, that way you don't have to stick with melatonin until it stops working again. Or maybe even certain music." I nodded and ran a hand through my hair.

"I'll keep it in mind for when we get home."

"Okay. I'll see you in the cafeteria." I nodded and gave her a hug goodbye just as people started coming out of the giant room. I kept my head down as everyone passed by, taking my hearing aids out. Social interaction not being the best thing right now.

Dinner went and soaking in the hot springs went by in a blur. Mandalay mixed up which class had the horrendous perv, so Kota was patrolling the wall separating us and fainted at one point. Midoriya thankfully being able to catch him.

I just felt like I was floating for a while, like I was in limbo. I laid with my arms crossed behind my head in the boys' room, staring at the dark ceiling. To my knowledge, everyone was asleep. Until a pencil landed on my chest. I looked over to the general direction it came from and saw Denki holding up his phone for a small light source. He moved his cot next to mine, then brought his pillow and blanket over, switching to his phone's notepad.

Hey :) - D

Hey - O

So, you're not ignoring me anymore? - D

I wasn't trying to, I'm sorry - O

What's been going on? - D

I was just stressing for nothing, anxiety and stuff, sometimes I accidentally shut people out and go AWOL - O

But you haven't been sleeping? - D

You heard about that, huh? - O

How bad? - D

Not that bad. - O

How bad, Onryo. - D

Minus the twenty minute nap on the bus ride here? Looking at about sixty hours. Happy? - O

Onryo, you need sleep. - D

I know that. I can't help it if my body doesn't let me. - O

What can I do to help? - D

What do you mean? - O

Like, is there anything I can do to help you relax enough to fall asleep? - D

Actually, I have an idea. You mentioned at Kiri's house that people playing with your hair helps you fall asleep. Let's try that, unless you're in a no touch mood then we can figure something else out. - D

Sure, let's try it. - O

I handed him his phone back and he opened up his arms. The moonlight from the windows just barely illuminating the room enough to let me see him. I hesitantly laid my head on his chest, my left arm coming up to rest on his torso. I could feel his heartbeat, the rhythmic thrumming relaxing on its own. I could feel it speed up once I laid down fully and got comfortable, I couldn't figure out the reason why. A sigh of comfort and relief escaped my body as soon as I felt one of his hands reach up and rake through my hair, his fingertips dancing across my scalp. It took no time at all before my eyelids started fluttering shut. His other hand drew circles and patterns across the planes of my clothed back, adding further into the relaxation. I fell asleep as easy as it is for the sun to shine, naturally and effortlessly.

When I woke up, I was not expecting to see my Dad standing above us with a disappointed look on his face.

Wake up. Time to train. We're talking about this later.

I can already tell you that it's not what you think, if it was, Hitoshi wouldn't have let it happen and I wouldn't have either.

I'm aware, but we're talking about this later.

I gave him a thumbs up and went to sit up, but Denki woke up and saw my Dad there and freaked, flying both of us off of the cot. We quickly got changed into our gym uniforms and met outside with the rest of the class.

"Good morning, class. Today we start a training camp that will increase your strength. Our goal is to increase your skills exponentially so that each of you earns a provisional license. This will allow you to face the dangers that continue to fester in the darkness. Proceed carefully. Look alive, Bakugou. Try throwing that for me." Dad said to the blond as he tossed him a baseball.

"Yeah, sure. Like in the fitness test." He was clearly still waking up since he didn't have the usual bite in his tone.

"That's right. When you first started school, your record was 705.2 meters Let's see if you've improved."

"Oh, I get it!" Mina said excitedly, tugging on my arm. "We're checking our progress."

"A lots happened to us the last three months. Maybe he can throw it a whole mile now!" Sero said from behind me.

"C'mon, get it, Bakubro!" I snorted at the nickname Kiri gave him.

"I've got this. No one blink." He stated while warming up his arm. "GO TO HELL!" He hollered, a large explosion following suit with the baseball flying into oblivion.

"That was 709.6 meters." Dad said dryly, Bakugou looked about ready to implode.

"That's it? Kinda disappointing." Sero stated.

"You've had a single semester at U.A and due to your various experiences all of you have definitely improved. But those improvements have mostly been limited to mental prowess and technical skill. With a slight increase in stamina thrown in along the way. Your quirks really haven't grown that much stronger. Not on a fundamental level. That's why we're now going to focus on improving your powers." He let out a sly grin and I didn't like where this was going. "This'll be so hard, you'll feel like you're dying. Let's hope you all survive."

We all got to work, Dad making a specialized regimen for each of us. I was set to work on volume control for the first hour. Pin pointing my accuracy and range of how quiet and loud my quirk can go. Then it was the hard part. Yelling as loud as I could as long as I could, even after I could barely speak. I only stopped after I was coughing up blood. Dad brought me over with him to Class B, all of them standing in shock.

"Now normally, these changes happen gradually as you grow." I heard Uncle Seki say as he talked to his students.

"But we don't have time for that. Your class has a lot of work to do." Dad announced.

"Once we team up with Class A, there'll be forty two students here. That's a whole lot of quirks for our homeroom teachers to manage on their own." Kendo stated, clearly being the rational one.

"Which is why we called them." Dad said as the pussycats showed up.

"That's correct! Four kittens in one litter!" Aunt Tomo, better known as Ragdoll, squealed as she popped up, putting me in a fake chokehold and rubbing my head. I slipped out easily and stepped back. I watched as the rest of the group introduced themselves.

"All of you kids with strength quirks, time for Tiger's bootcamp. Class A's already sweating, so catch up quick! Onryo! You're coming with, I know you've already blown out your vocal cords but I know you're good at sparring. So, keep a low hum the whole time and help me whip these kids into shape!" I nodded and watched as Uncle Yawara blew Izuku into a tree. "If you don't push yourself, you won't shred your muscle fibers and then you won't get stronger!"

First, I sparred with Tetsutetsu, the boy proving to be much like my red-headed friend. He constantly had to use his quirk whilst sparring, making it harder for me to get a solid hold on him. I pinned him the first three times until he got me on the fourth round.

Next was Shishida, he was fairly nice, but he easily had me pinned the second round.

I lost track of who I sparred and how many times, but I was littered in bruises by the end of the day. My vocal cords definitely injured.

Everyone looked about ready to give up when they found out we had to make our own curry. I opted to help take the lead, one of the few here having some semblance of cooking skills. Todoroki and Bakugou lit the kindling to make our food, Bakugou, Hitoshi, Uraraka, Sato and I cut up the vegetables and meat and overall were in charge of the process. I managed to grab two bowls, Mandalay calling for Kota.

"Aunt Shino? I got him." She sighed and rubbed my head but nodded.

I followed the old yet familiar path to the mountain ledge, his stomach already grumbling by the time I got up there.

"Hey kid, mind if I join you?" He huffed but slid over a little. "It's not that amazing but I did my best on your bowl. Figured you should have something that tasted better than their food." He smirked and took a bite, uncaring of how horrendous it was. We ate in silence for a bit, occasionally he would glance or stare at me, but he didn't say anything for a while.

"Uncle Ryo?" I looked down and saw him poking his curry.

"What's up, kid?"

"Why do you wanna be a hero? Why can't you be anything else?" I set down my empty bowl and laid back with my arms behind my head.

"Well, there's a lot of reasons. But mostly, I want to help people. I know I can help in other ways but it's good knowing I directly helped someone. Y'know, I actually saved a kid about your age just a few months ago?" He made a 'tch' sound and rolled his eyes but laid down beside me, using my bicep as a pillow.

"Quirks are stupid. This whole world is dumb and people just want to one up one another to try and be better." He bit back.

"I actually didn't use my quirk that day." He went silent and took that as a sign to continue talking. "Kota?"

"Yeah?"

"You know you're allowed to be upset about what happened. It's not easy for anyone. You don't have to grow up super fast or anything though, you're allowed to still be a kid." I glanced down and saw him scowling. "You still have those pokémon cards I gave you?"

"Yeah.."

"Who's your favorite?" He was silent for a bit.

"Whismur." He mumbled.

"Hey squirtle?"

"What?"

"We should probably get back before Aunt Shino sends out a search party. Do you want a piggy back ride back to camp?" He sighed and got onto my back without any further complaints. "I've missed you, whismur."

"I've missed you too, squirtle." He let out a breath and rested his head on my back. I kept one hand under his knee and the other holding out bowls for the trek back.

Everyone was already asleep, Kota included, so I brought him to his room first, Aunt Shino helping me tuck him in. Then I went to the teachers' facilities and saw Dad with Uncle Seki, seemingly going over class plans.

"Hey Dad. You wanted to talk?" My voice was hoarse from a long day of training but I ignored the pain.

Yes. First off, where were you during dinner?

Kota and I ate in his secret hideout. He wanted some away time.

And this morning, care to explain why you were on Kaminari?

It's not anything wrong, he was just being nice. He helped me fall asleep after being awake for almost sixty hours. We talked for a bit, he was worried and asked if he could help, I told him one time about how you and Pops or even Hitoshi would play with my hair to get me to fall asleep so he asked if that would help, and I fell asleep on him.

And you still think he only likes you as a friend?

I would do that for any of my friends.

He sighed and nodded.

Alright then. I'm still not a fan of seeing one of my children canoodling with someone, especially a loud blond. But he got you to sleep, so I'll allow it.

I snorted out a laugh at his words.

"How's your class this year, Uncle Seki?" I turned to my honorary Uncle.

"Ah, they're doing quite well! I have a lot of promising students this year!" I smiled softly at his pride of his students.

"That's good to hear." I yawned and said my good nights, my body craving sleep. As I left the room, I saw all the remedial students walking up the hall, said a sleepy hello and kept walking.

Sleep calling my name for once almost felt like a weight off my shoulders.

[faerie-goddess]

my chronic migraine/brain trauma/ptsd timeline is actually:

infancy was spent with horrendous ear infections that led to the discovery im allergic to penicillin and my left ear suffered major ear damage, i could only hear 75% as a child, its worse now. i had to have speech therapy as it affected how i learned to speak. -ages 1-3

whacked in the head with golf club (frontal bone, left side above eye) had to get stitches - age 3

first distinct memories of having migraines - grade school

got glasses; actually remember parents, fam and doctor encouraging/hoping/praying it would fix my migraines - 3rd grade

glasses dont magically fix migraine issue, lots of going to doctor and a neurologist, tests, CT scans, diet restrictions, pills, and weekends spent in the dark with a wet rag on my head while my parents hosted parties - 4th grade

dentist realizes i will need braces but also orders removal of 8 teeth and then i had spacers :) - 4th grade also!!

neurologist told my parents good news is nothing is showing up. i dont actually have any idea what was actually concluded. i only remember stopping the medicine(s) and being told we would go back after puberty????? i think it was abandoned and assumed i would "grow out of it" - between 4th and 5th grade

"your dad has enlisted and will be going away for 3 months for basic training" - 5th grade oh yeah so that explains why it was suddenly dropped.

lots of moments with my best friend erica's family on trips spent puking in public or their car from my migraines amd calls to my parents and my sweet friend stroking my head for me. when we played pretend at sleepovers we would try old school witchcraft and even resorted to black magic to try to cure me. light as a feather but her head stiff as a board no cap - 6th grade

me to my dad one summer day in the BK drive thru: hey dad... my left hand and arm are tingly hehehe is this puberty?

dad: hold these fries we are going to the ER right now

*hours later* ER doc: ah yes what your daughter is experiencing are migraine PRE-symptoms its quite normal for those who suffer from migraines often. its like a warning bell youre about to have one. hope this helps. thank you come again. -summer before 7th grade. this was the day i realized migraines are just basically microdosing having a stroke. i realized i could have a stroke one day over age 30 and i will chalk it up to another pesky ole migraine and will die. sometimes the problems choose you. this day/revelation was a major pillar in my decision to never get pregnant. in a nutshell: my quality of life already sucks lmao fuck adding more shit to it.

"your dad and i have decided its best we are your parents separately. oh also your dad is deploying to iraq so like though separate, we are united. okay? okay." - 7th grade

rehearsed cheer routine during halftime game for junior cheer team, i was a flyer, was thrown into basket toss, wasnt caught on my way down. i remember it all. everything about that day. everything but when i blacked out when i hit the ground. coach jumped onto field running to check on me, my mother screamed "my baby my baby my baby" made a huge show. i stood up and finished routine bc i am committed. it wasnt until i was re-telling this story at age 29 to my boss that i actually had a eureka moment when boss asked me "what did the ER say after? i bet you had a concussion!!! you poor thing!" and I was like "ummm what do you mean? my mom took me home?" I blacked out after hitting the ground for an unknown amount of time, and i was not even taken to get looked at after. - 7th grade, dad was deployed so i bet he would have taken me tbh.

migraines raged on, but remained fallen to the wayside because when my parents got too wrapped up in themselves, my migraine pain was dismissed, gaslit or simply ignored. (or made fun of.) i accepted there was no fixing it anymore and had for a long time, and was committed to just ... dealing with it. especially when kicked out my fathers house the summer i graduated high school, and was then promptly without health insurance until age 28. dealing with them is all i know.

i should add my rape to the timeline. most of it i dont recall. thank fucking heavens. but because it was a huge gap in time, i should consider if i received any head trauma during as well. who knows. the alcohol addiction i fell into after most definitely damaged my brain either way. - age 19.

so yeah if you see me getting uppity with either of my parents NOW who have the fucking balls to try to tell me "why dont you try using mind over matter?" im going to say with no holds barred right back to them "let me hit your head with a golf club and you tell me if YOU can use mind over matter"

im done with their narrative of throwing up their hands and being like welp oh well what can you do??? because what i have been doing is connecting all the fucking dots in my childhood and theyre painting a very obvious picture.

my migraines have to stem from BRAIN TRAUMA right?

i have huge memory lapses in most of my childhood and thats partly from many times spent laying with migraines and also because some blocks are there on purpose. one babysitter my brother and i had was abusive. she did a lot of fucked up things that i remember and i know she did worse bc recently these memories have been resurfacing to me!!! i will only mention what i think relates to migraines: this bitch would lock all the older kids outside every single day (i was one of the older kids) for hours and never would allow us back inside for anything. i was severely dehydrated and prob suffered from mild heat strokes. i remember crying my eyes out to her husband on a harder day when he would always bring the one alotted cup of apple juice bc i hated apple juice and would wail for water. i remember and even discussed in therapy how when i told my parents this they didnt take action. but when i told my grandma the babysitter ripped my 1 year old brother off her couch holding him by just 1 arm to toss his ass on the floor THEN did we finally get told we would be going to a new babysitter. again new memories have been resurfacing but only in flashes and i k n o w i suffered abuse there. i remember trying to find words for the shit i was seeing at age 6 that i didnt know the words to yet because i was 6 that now when these memories present themselves im reminded of how bad it was.

its just beyond infuriating and frustrating now all because my parents had it in their minds i would "grow out of it" so now that we are here presently still with my migraines.... unchanging. still roaring. still chronic. (nothings changed but my routine in preventing and caring which is damn better now that i am in control as a responsible adult BTW.) now that all proof of childhood neglect is staring them in the fucking face theyre blaming me actively in the tone of "you STILL cant figure them out?" which is.... hello???????? hello?!?!!! where do i even begin with that statement....

i just wanted to make this list to remind myself it isnt all in my head.

[sk3tch404]

NAUUR CAUSE GENSHINS WRITING SKILLS ARE TOP NOTCH?? LIKE YEAH MAYBE YOU MISS SOME STORY EVENTS BUT LIKE PEOPLE CAN EASILY TELL YOU ABOUT IT IN SIMPLE TERMS 🙏🙏 like Albedo? Yeah man’s not human robot made by someone that’s it 🤓 AND THEIR CHARACTERS ARE SO PRETTY 😭😭 BUT THE MONEY YOU NEED TO SPEND FOR PRIMOS 🤨🤨 nah I ain’t that desperate but still you can get primos easily I’m at 27 pulls after coming back from 2 months and am at 45 pity even after only being at 0 pity from klee’s banner honestly I respect Mihoyo for that still representation is another issue especially with sumeru some people don’t like it some don’t care or some are neutral I’m personally neutral it ain’t my race but Natlan?? (Pyro archon) Yeah if they mess up there ooo my Hispanic ahh gonna go wild 💪🏻😾 ain’t no way you gonna disrespect me and my ethnicity - ☁️

BROOOO I AIN'T READING YALLS FULL ESSAY ABT ONE CHARACTER HOW ABT ANOTHER DAY

Now my tiny fried brain can kind of understand what the hell Albedo is.

GENSHIN IS A WHOLE SCAM (DURRR ITS A GACHA GAME BUT STILL) the amount of primos u need for one wish ain't bad, but bro, THE AMOUNT U NEED TO GET CLOSE TO PITY IS CRAZY DAWGGG

Good luck on sudden low pity!!! I know Genshin is a bitch, but hey u might get lucky lucky

Yeah Sumeru isn't inspired from my culture, but it still rubs me in a very wrong way. I hate HATE what the character dev team did to Nahida and just Sumeru in itself.

Oh lordie don't get your hopes up. Natlan is supposed to be VERY diverse, and Mihoyo does not like anyone who isn't paper white and doesn't have straight or slightly wavy hair 💀

[ragnvdnir]

Ok i'm back to reply to your messages 😍

miss kamisato girly better come home but if she aint doing that you who who will : kazuha 😏 ay*to might just sign up in a business marriage to continue the bloodline 😌

Yes i hope i lose my 50/50 to that certain sweetie pie 2 😍 i've only won it one time with albedo and lost every other 50/50s with no diluc 😔 and c2 qiqi and keqing :') i have like cons for each standard 5* and i am still dilucless 😭

bc i was just in a village doing alright then i became your royal advisor over night and now im crazy like you 🧐 if i did get a hime cut irl we would be twinning 🤩 the queen and her royal adviser twinning in hairstyles (real!) Yes you're def dragging me to som crazy things 😭

This "betrayal" to are talking about means that i'd kick asses for you but i'd kick your ass too if i have to do it 😋😎

Yes i can see through your brain 😌 it's giving so much wide ass open minded vibes 💪 no but 😭 you're really successfully making everything sound funny or a joke everytime 😩

True abt vyn 🙄 man is allegedly aspiring to be an attention wh*re??? 🤨 Asking is easy but he wants to manipulate you instead 👮 yeah he may not physically be strong but he'd fit in a role to be proclaimed "dead" and the actual killer in the movie 😰

Today's generation must be smarter bc look at them not making the sweetie pie the standard 🤬 (this is a joke we def respect your ideal types ✌️😭) yall wilding when you can just settle for a simple but also luxurious life with Diluc Ragnvindr 😤💕

"maam this is mcdonalds" do you think you can stop me?? u lowly peasant of a cashier 🤨😎 can i just please order an extra large fries and a spaghetti with coke drink maam 😌 marius teases MC but he knows when 2 stop too when u literally cant take it 👍 cant let you die bc of him 💪 have fun having the stages of grief again 👍 she got engaged by default so that we would not try to endorse her to mhy as a potential lover character 🤬 they know they makin their side characters especially the women look good bc we cant date them 🙄

Also to the ppl cancelling Ein over using emojis: 🤺🤺🤺 dont you dare slander her humor 🤬🤬🤬 ur just jealous she's funnier than yall 🙄😤 (this is a joke again i dont do fights with ppl so pls ignore me 😎 i literally have no time to fight in nonsensical arguments) just keep using the emojis 😍😍😍 bc who are you to bow down to them 😋

No but about the ableist thing 😰 i kinda am frightened to whatever stuff that id do or say would come out of me bc i was ignorant of stuff

— 🍰.

i hope so too, i like ayaka's playstyle so she better accept my proposal🙄 kazuha will surely go home if she didn't bc after all im guaranteed😏😏 and whos this ay*to trying to set an arrange marriage🤨🤨 tell him to do it or hes a scaredy cat🤷🤷

mr. diluc is playing hard to get, just be patient bc thats what i did even though i have to suffer months before i got him😗😗

oh wait you're from a village before becoming royal advisor??😲😲 why is this kinda familiar 🤔🤔

i was a girl in the village doing alright then i became a princess royal advisor overnight. now i gotta figure out how to do it right, so much to learn and see~

u should get hime cut🤨 we're best buddies so we have to show ppl we're true and legit💆💆 kicking asses for me? yes. kicking my ass? no🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️ i would run away if i have too my dear royal advisor ⁉️

sometimes i just wanna shut my mouth bc weird and corny jokes naturally comes out and i have to curl into a ball and cry on how cringy it is😔💔

ugh me and vyn being an attention seeker🤝 🤝🤝 we definitely deserve each other but my man vyn richter, manipulation is a no no or you will see a flying slippers and appliances coming your way🙆🙆🙆

agree, diluc set the bar too high to reach. diluc would do anything for you (yes we respect your opinions dont mind us! after all *glances at thoma* there's a certain malewife i would need in my life hehe)

me? a lowly peasant? i see🤔🤔 ill be looking for a new royal advisor. just ask my butler for your last pay check

i still refuse to believe that celestine is engaged 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

naurr bc i started overusing emojis with my irl friends as a joke. apparently, i never got away from it👀 i think emojis is a part of my life now😔💔

same same anon😭 i now have to prevent myself from doing things bc i wont know that i did something horrible until someone points it out or mentions them. im just glad that this is not twitter bc i will really get cancelled even tho i did that unknowingly😟😟 twitter is a scary place to be in and not to mention the toxic side of genshin fandom existing there😗😗