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sith-qween · 3 months

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Come, Let Us Teach You

Fandom: DBZ

Pairings: Reader x Vegeta, Reader x Nappa, Reader x Raditz

Words: 3.6K

Rating: M

Warnings: Sayian Reader, Mating Cycles/Heats, Ginyu Force, Dark Frieza, Shower Sex

Tags: @bdudette

The next few days seemed to go by without much notice. You three had fallen into a routine where you all kinda moved together. Not on purpose, it just kind of happened that way. You would stumble into one of them in the morning before you would go and join the others in the dining hall. Then you had gotten into some more training, advancing what you were learning. Much to your pleasure, you’d been advancing well and they weren’t looking down on you nearly as much as when you first met.

However as the days passed, things started to spread out. Vegeta was busy with stuff, and was often missing from the group. It was quiet, and you found it peaceful. You were finally able to take a step back from it all and take a deep breath and just relax.

The halls were busy with the normal traffic. There were no big missions currently, so most of the men on the ship were just kicking back and relaxing - slacking really. Those with some brains, were keeping busy and training or maintaining their gear, getting ready for the next mission. Today was another day without the prince, instead you were making your way down the hall with Raditz.

“Nappa is in the training room. I’m going to head to my room and lay down for a bit. It’s not everyday we get this much time to ourselves, I know I could use a nap.” he muttered absentmindedly to you as the pair of you made your way down the corridor.

“I suppose I could join Nappa and train a bit. I am still playing catch up after all.” you muttered, nonchalantly shrugging.

“You’re not doing too bad, got a way to go - but you’ve come a long way. Besides I gotta admire the choice to work over sleep.” he chuckled as his movements slowed as you approached the doors to the training room. “Go kick his butt, wanna hear all the details later.” he laughed.

Eyes rolling at his comment you couldn’t help but smile. It was a joke, but even so it was getting closer to them admitting you could stand your ground against them, and that caused your pride to flare. Maybe this was some silly saiyan thing, and if it was that just made it all the better.

“Yeah, and when I do I’ll make sure to pass the blame to you so you can deal with a grumpy Nappa later.” you snickered before turning to punch in the code. “Have a good nap, Raditz - be careful not to drool too much.”

To that you got something akin to a grumble as he turned and headed off, leaving you to your own devices for now. A smirk on your lips you stepped into the large room before you. The familiar smells welcoming you along with the soft grunts of the eldest working on his own training.

As the door hissed shut behind you, it was a couple of steps before you were in view of the other. Leaning against the wall while he finished his set, your eyes watched him as he moved. He was definitely the best built out of all of you, and with how much time he spent training it was easy to see why. Twisting he landed kicks and punches to the dummy, causing it to flex and return to attention, only for the process to be repeated again and again.

A few minutes went by like that, just peace as he finished up. Finally he grabbed the dummy he had been striking to steady it. His chest heaving to catch his breath, sweat rolling down from his temple.

“Did you come here just to watch me train? I’m so flattered.” he smirked, letting his eyes fall on you. They were soft and joking, but you knew that wasn’t all they held, it never was with him. This was something you had come to expect, nothing innocent ever left his lips. No matter how inappropriate the situation was. However you let your eyes meet his for a moment and you shrugged,

“Vegeta is busy, Raditz wanted to have a nap, and I figured training wouldn’t be all that bad. I just didn’t want to interrupt your set, so don’t flatter yourself too much.” The response came with a nonchalant shrug, eyes never leaving one anothers. There was a pregnant pause between the two of youI. The eldest gave a small nod and straightened himself out. His eyes are not shy about taking in your lax pose against the wall.

“So you didn’t want to take a nap with Raditz there? Well I guess we should do some training and make this time worthwhile, don’t you agree?” He started, his words being chosen carefully. However you didn’t miss the gleam in his eyes that practically spelled trouble. Keeping a collected expression you merely nodded in agreement.

“What exactly did you have in mind? Basics, working on targets and forms?” you drawled, pushing yourself from the wall, letting your eyes return to the bag that had formerly been taking a beating. Taking careful steps towards the object in question you glanced over at the hulking man.

With the lingering hints of the heat, you had been careful. Keeping it in line has been easy with all of the stress weighing down on you these past few days. However, now that everything was relaxed, you could feel the itch. That quiet hum demanding attention that you had been so kind as to ignore. Few days ago when you were here with Nappa, you had been left with some rather interesting thoughts. Not that you would ever give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

As your eyes lifted to meet with his, the faux innocence had been dropped and he was cautiously watching you, taking in everything unfolding. His body was tense, anything to keep himself from leaving that spot and giving up any chance he might be given. After taking this in you felt a smirk curl your lips. These boys were a lot more tame than they would ever let anyone else see.

The distance between the pair of you had closed considerably as your hand rested on the bag. Tail unravelled from around your waist, you let it dance behind you, pulling his gaze towards the motion, pulling the attention to your body subtly.

“Well, Nappa. I need some kind of answer. If you don’t have anything in mind, I am sure Raditz wouldn’t mind if I joined him for a nap..” the taunt rolled from your lips. The very promise hanging in the air, devoid of anything innocent. The very mention had his face twisted into displeasure at the very thought and it was enough to get his body moving as he closed the gap between the both of you.

“Why settle for that low class saiyan when I’m right here,” he practically growled out. The primal nature of his tone sent a jolt up your spine as he towered over your smaller form. It took him all of three strides to have you backed up into the wall behind you. His arms caged you in as your hands came up to the guarded chest.

“I had no idea you were so easily jealous,” you purred, tail waving lazily in the joy of this information. The taunt caused the man to grin darkly at you,

“You really like to push all the wrong buttons, don’t you, [Y/N]?” his voice dropped lower as he shook his head. Without warning he pressed his body along yours, trapping you between him and the wall, causing a pleasant sound to drip from your throat. You could almost guarantee you would regret this later, but right now this was exactly what you wanted and you weren’t about to let it slip away.

“Well someone needs to be pushing them,” the harsh sounds of your voice reaching his ear while the rolling of your hips drew a sharp growl from him.

“Strip.” he demanded, all rational thought be damned. If either of them got after him he could honestly say you came onto him, and he would be damned if he gave up this chance.

His words sent a shiver along your spine as he pulled away enough for you to move before the gear came off swiftly. Tossing it to the side, the spandex joined it shortly. As you edged the boots from your feet, you could see Nappa dropping his own gear, leaving only the dark spandex to hug his waist. And you could trust that it left very little to the imagination. It was no secret that you were checking him out shamelessly.

Your eyes met for but a mere moment before you had dropped to your knees before him, fingers clawing at the fabric hiding exactly what you wanted. The dainty spandex hardly lasted a moment longer as your knees met the ground, his very pride and joy springing lively from its confinement. It didn’t take much for the instincts to switch when left to their own devices, and it was free game.

His cock was bared for only a moment before your fingers curled around it, giving it a long, slow stroke. Your eyes flicking up to watch his expression through your lashes. It was amazing how easy it was to cause such a wild man to come undone with a flick of your wrist. Something about the way his breathing hitched in his chest, as if he was expecting you to turn and leave him hanging - only to be left pleasantly incorrect. The sheer power you held caused a shiver to run along your spine.

You didn’t have the patience to lead him by a string, you were going to be completely selfish, and you were pretty sure he wouldn’t be complaining too loudly. With one more long stroke that seemed to last eternity to you both, you wasted no time in letting your lips wrap around him.

His musky taste hit your tongue instantly as your tongue danced around the heavy member that rested in your mouth. Everything about this man was big and impressive. He was definitely gifted with size and girth, there was no doubt about that, and it thrilled you to the core. Wanting nothing more then to hear the man cave in to your touches, lips pressed tiger to his member, causing him to groan as you sucked hard. That sound didn things to you that you would never admit.

Rough hands came down to your head, pressing against your skull, he tangled his large fingers in your hair, tugging slightly in the process. The motion caused you to groan slightly, something that definitely didn’t go unnoticed. A smug expression took over his face as he gripped your head and pushed you further into his crotch. The sweat from his training was strong and urged you on more. Bobbing your head along his size, your hands came to fondle with the heavy balls that hung between his legs.

Hot and messy, you were on a mission and you weren’t stopping until he gave you everything. Taking the bottom of his shaft into your hand you stroked it vigorously, leaving the tip pressed to your lips. Sucking the lip and letting your tongue flick around the tip, you could hear his breathing deepen considerably. He was losing himself and you wanted to watch him come undone at your fingertips.

Finally he roughly pulled your head back by your hair. A loud popping sound pulled your attention up from your work to the dark hazy eyes that watched you, the heat from them was enough to make you shiver. His eyes were whispering such sinfully sweet promises, and you were going to be damn sure they would be delivered.

Nappa’s chest was rising and falling with heavy breaths, eyes dark and wild; you waited for him to make a move. He hadn’t finished, and you were far from done with him so he had better have a good reason for stopping you so abruptly. Your own eyes wild with desire as the other's face started to turn up in a devious grin. His deep chuckle reverberated through your bones as he took your chin in his hand as he guided you to your feet before promptly stealing those swollen lips.

There was no hesitation, you followed him with no resistance and pressed back into him, a groan escaping your lips as his hands found their way to your slender body. His rough hands found their way up your curves with ease, fondling your breast with one hand, the other travelled lower. There was no teasing, no taunting. He had his chance and he wasn’t about to waste it. The underwear was no match as he easily pulled it aside, his fingers entering you with ease.

Nails flexed into the heavy muscle your hands rested on, the feeling was so pleasantly welcome to your overheating body. Everything was so much more sinfully sweet as he wasted no time pumping in and out of you met with no resistance. Vegeta had done his job, and maybe if that was enough you would be good - but your body decided when it was done not the pleasure. Everything itched, you couldn’t stand it anymore.

Your eyes meeting his was the only warning he got before you sprung; arms wrapping around his thick neck and your legs coming up to hug his waist. His arms pulled from their work in order to brace your weight on him, nails now digging into the nap of his neck you learned into his ear and practically hissed, “get on with it before I change my mind.”

This sparked exactly what you needed. The man nearly growled with desire as he wasted no further time in lining himself up with your entrance before he buried himself to the hilt. It was such a sudden intrusion, but it was everything you wanted and more. Your teeth met the softer part of his neck as the hiss escaped from your lips. His laugh was all you got in response to the attack of him as he made quick work in closing the distance with the wall.

Pressing your back against the cold metal caused your back to arch, trying to flee the stinging chill along your spine. This pressed your chest closer to the man in question, and he welcomed the bared chest to him, happily taking one of your breasts in his mouth, tongue flicking over the peaky nipple that stood at attention. You could feel him everywhere at once and he was holding back, so you took things into your own hands. Rolling your hips against the man caused a guttural groan to escape, a hot breath of your own to follow.

Those rough hands came to your hips now that the wall supported most of your weight and he flashed you a cocky grin before he pounded into you ruthlessly. You knew it had to have been a while for the large man, always busy with the other two, and now fighting off instincts - it must have been hard, pun intended. However all that mattered now was that he gave you everything he had, that he put out the fire that danced along your skin.

No words were shared between either of you. The only sound was skin against skin, and heavy breaths of desire that hung heavy in the air. There was nothing else that mattered but reaching your peaks by any means. With blistering red lines forming on Nappa’s arms, you had deep pink marks forming on your hips. The hulking man was not holding back anything and your hips rolled back to meet his own, having you see stars.

A heavy moan fell from swollen lips as you continued to roll your hips to meet his own harsh trusts. You were climbing closer and closer to climax and you would be damned if anything tried to hold you back.

His rhythm started to falter and you couldn’t help the burning instincts that demanded to be noticed. Your body clung closer to him as your own climax started to wash over your smaller form. The shivers run through your body enough to push him over the edge as well. HIs hips stuttered as he came, his cock buried deep within you. Everything felt right and your teeth lazily buried themselves into the older man's flesh, relishing in the moment.

His breathing was heavy as he finally managed to pull his torso from your grasp long enough to look down at the mess you had become. Everything he longed and missed around his home, the pure carnal desires that took over and how easy it was. Sayians didn’t do the whole love thing, just mate and move on. However he could see how some could form that bond with another.

However you had no idea what was going on in his mind as he caught his breath for a moment. Wiggling your hips he hissed in protest as his half hard dick fell from your body. Eyes gleaming, your legs found their way to the ground before you ducked from his grasp. You weren’t about to hang around and wait for more lectures, or for him to take his leave like the Prince. Instead you just spun on your bare heels and headed towards the showers, tail waving lazily behind you.

“You want to stay a mess, or will you join me?” you jeered over your shoulder before returning to your mission. The baffled man was left in his stupor as you found a wide stall, turning the hot water on without another thought. Either he joined you and you kept the upper hand, or he didn’t and you got a chance to clean up and call it a day. Either way it seemed like a win-win situation for you.

Standing under the water you managed to get a look at yourself for the first time in a while. The bruises from Nappa would surely start forming soon, and the small cuts from Vegeta’s nails were already painting your hips. However this was much more slightly than the dark bruising that Frieza had left you with, that's for sure. However the sound of rushing water was enough to mask the sounds of your visitor.

The hands that found your hips made short work of sneaking around to caress your stomach before leaving a phantom trail up to your throat. The rough hand was large and easily covered most of your throat, pulling you back so that your body was flush with his. You could already feel him ready to go again and ground your ass against him.

“You are insatiable [y/n}, how have you managed to hold back for so long?” the man growled as you continued to tease him. Hipe gyrating you didn’t give him a reply, instead your hands reached between your legs to take his heavy member in your hands, rubbing the tip along your folds, letting a breath escape as he hissed.

The warm water did nothing but help mask some of the sinfully heated sounds that fell from the pair of you. Having enough you lined him up to your entrance and guided his heavy member into you. A pleasant groan met his girth as he filled you up again. He was huge and stretched you in ways you never knew you wanted. Pulling himself from you slowly he left only the tip in before he slammed his way back in. The force of his thrust causes your arms to come up to quickly brace yourself against the shower stall.

A cry escapes as your body falls forward, his hand coming up to your soaked hair to pull it back. Until now the men had let you have the control in the situation, probably in fear of losing their chance, but now Nappa was confident he had what he wanted. You weren’t sure if you were feeling shame for the sudden treatment, or if it was only serving to further arouse you.

Try as you might, he had you where he wanted you, you couldn’t do much more than just brace yourself and try not to bang your head as he railed into you from behind. The acoustics of the room let the heavy pants that fell from your lips to reverberate back to you, causing a shiver to claw its way down your spine. It was an easy rhythm as he used you, chasing his own pleasure, his free hand playing with your cheeks admiring the view as your tail found his wrist, anything to ground you in the moment.

However this action only seemed to spur him on as he picked up the pace, coming to his second climax shortly after. The feeling of him emptying himself inside of you was more than enough to cause your own legs to tremble under his hold. Everything sparked and pricked under your skin as everything started to come down.

After a few moments of heavy breathing, the two of you slowly untangled yourselves and moved to rinse off in the water. You were absolutely unsure what to say now, you definitely weren't about to thank him for railing you into any wall he found, but you definitely were upset. The fire under your skin was starting to subside and that was all that really mattered. All this was, was blowing off some steam, and you weren’t about to let it get to his head either. Making haste to clean up well you ducked out and found your gear and towels and decided you weren’t about to give him the chance to find some smart remarks - so you headed straight back to your room without even glancing back.

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AN: Enjoy a double update on here today. I will be working on a new chapter for ao3, so if you want to be tagged on here whenever I update just lemme know and I'll add you to the list! For reference, I'm on Chapter 24 now~ ♥

I am also busy with getting my streaming off the ground! I am finishing up a Kingdom Hearts game and I'll be playing the main 3 while I wait for 4 to come out! I also have a DBZ game I plan on playing, but I wanna grow a little first!

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endlessthxxghts · 4 months

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Goodbye, 2023.. Hello, 2024!🥂

Hello, beautiful people.💚 2023 is now coming to an end, and although there is so much I have to say about these past 12 months at a personal level, I’ll try to keep it brief (in roughly 800 words LMAO) and stick to our beautiful fandom world I love so dearly.

I am absolutely not new to reading fan fiction—to reading all these fucking amazing stories that keep my hyperfixations well-fed😅 As a matter of fact, for the majority of this year, that’s what my tumblr consisted of—purely reading😅

What I am new to, however, is actually contributing to this beautiful fandom. I’ve always loved writing, and I’ve written a few tiny stories for myself in the past. I just never would’ve thought—on one random day in September—that I would post them for the world, and I never would’ve thought that they were good enough to be loved by so many of you. It baffles me—still, after every new story I’ve put out, I still get surprised and feel a tremendous amount of gratitude for the love you guys give to me. I don’t know what I did to deserve it, but I’m learning to love myself more and more every single day, and in that, I’m learning to appreciate my abilities. To appreciate the skill that I’ve honed, and in doing so, I want to give back in the way that I can—through writing stories that put the biggest of smiles on our faces that our cheeks hurt, through writing stories that we can see a figment of ourselves in it, through writing stories that make us feel a plethora of emotions but ultimately make us feel loved.

I don’t mention this often, but I am physically disabled, and because of that, I have to physically rely on another person to help me with everything—showering, feeding me, using the restroom, etc. Ever since I could remember, I vowed that I would give back to everyone in the only way I can: through my verbal abilities (hence why my career goal is to become a clinical psychologist💚), and—naturally because of that—through my writing abilities. My only hope in this world is that I can provide others with the warm and welcome feeling that I’ve been surrounded by all my life, even if I can’t take any action to do so. I’ll always find a way.

But okay, I digress (this is me keeping it brief, I apologize). I also wanted to take a moment to specifically say thank you to those who read my work. I’ve only been posting and writing for you guys since late September—only a little over three months!—and I have nearly 800 of you constantly cheering me on and providing me with the sweetest of support I thought could never exist for someone like me. I seriously wouldn’t be here without you guys. You seriously have no clue what your words do to me; they are my driving force, the fuel that keeps me going, the hugs I need when a story gets a little too complicated for my easily-frustrated brain because I just want it to be perfect for you. Thank you. With my entire heart, my entire soul, my entire existence: thank you. I can’t wait to see where 2024 takes us. I love you all. So much.

And I want to give a special special thank you to a few people—whether we message each other, or we just constantly have given each other unconditional support, or simply I just admire and am inspired by you—who mean so much to me. Your support and guidance as I began my journey is irreplaceable. I’ve learned so much from each of you in our own unique way, and I’m inexplicably excited to enter 2024 with you guys by my side. I’m truly honored to be able to know you, even if it is solely online. @katiexpunk @janaispunk @toxicanonymity @bearsbeetsbeskar @farmerlarrry @joels-shitty-puns @tightjeansjavi @mandoisapunk — All my love to you beautiful people, and I can’t wait to continue being one of your loudest cheerleaders throughout 2024.

And to @javierpena-inatacvest… I don’t know what I was expecting out of making my presence more known on this lil platform, but I definitely wasn’t expecting to make a best friend out of this. And I definitely wasn’t expecting a lifelong best friend, at that. You don’t know this, but you entered my life at a time that I was struggling. There was something I was missing… something I was needing. Little did I know, that something was you, and I’m endlessly grateful. Your existence in my life is truly one that is irreplaceable. I don’t know what I did to be so lucky—but whatever God or all-knowing being did this, I’ll be giving them offerings now and until the day I die. Thank you for letting me in, and thank you for letting my crazy ass be a part of your journey. I love you, friend.🌚💚

Happy 2024, everyone!! This will be our year for prosperity in every aspect of our lives. I just know it.

Endlessly yours, L. 💚

#endless thoughts fics #joel miller fanfiction #francisco morales fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfic #happy new year #i love every single one of you #giving all of you big wet slobbery forehead kisses

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missmaywemeetagain · 2 years

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Pink Scarf - PART 15 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: kinda

(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)

Prompt: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: Mentions of Blood/Miscarriage/Medical trauma. ANGST. Cussing. Infidelity. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline. Priscilla doesn't exist in this timeline.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact) || Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: The ANGST is real, y'all, and I'm not letting you off the hook after Part 14, sorry! This one was a beast to get out of my brain and the block was real for so many reasons, but we made it! It's here! Just so y'all know, this part is very much a bridge to all the crazy stuff that is to come. Reader is going through it and taking all of us with her. And I promise that more smut is coming (if you are only here for that, you horny animals! LOL). Please make sure you read the trigger warnings for this part because there are some sensitive topics that carry over from Part 14!

Thank you for being so patient while I got this out. Unexpected life crap/emotions/writer's block killed me on this one, and I SO appreciate you hanging in there with me! I rewrote the beginning of this part no less than four times, and FINALLY it clicked so here we are! Hooray! Thanks for helping me get through this!

As always, to all my babies, honeys, and lil' mamas supporting me out there, your reactions, reblogs, messages, asks, and comments you've given me have been a blessing beyond expression. You all are the best community a writer could ask for! Thank you so much for your support. I am loving getting to know y'all better! I love every single reaction and comment and ask, and I'm sorry if I don't get back to them all as soon as I'd like but know that I love you all and am so excited to be making new friends! And a big "Hey, Y'all!" to our friends from Elvis Twitter, Elvis Discord, and Elvis Instagram--I see and appreciate you coming over to join us! 👀💋

If you feel so moved, please let me know what you think or how you're feeling (or send me asks)! I think I put everyone on the taglist who requested it, but please let me know if there are any issues or if I missed anyone. There seem to be some issues with tagging that I can't seem to fix, so please know I'm not leaving you out intentionally! Also, if you comment on a previous part that you want to be tagged, I might not always see it, so feel free to message me if I miss you!

I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat!

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch.

(I did start cross-posting Pink Scarf to my long-neglected AO3 account (which some of you already discovered!), so if you are so inclined, you can check it out over there!)

No!

The scream catches in your throat as you wake with a start, clutching your belly in a panic, your heart pounding against your ribcage so hard you feel like it is attempting to flee your chest. It takes a moment to figure out where you are. The night is warm and the sky is vast, and you are so far up you feel like you’re still dreaming.

“Baby, are you okay?” Elvis sits up straight in his lounge chair and turns to you. You can see, or better sense, the concern in his eyes, even in the darkness. This sends a shiver of recognition down your spine as your dream (or is it a memory?) flashes back to you in fragments. His eyes are older now, but the look remains the same, feels the same.

“I..I..I…” you stutter, shaking your head, unable to be coherent. No, you are not okay. Looking down, you half expect to see blood pooling between your legs, but thankfully there is none. You feel stuck in the haze between reality and dreams, or reality and what you are afraid might actually be the past.

You feel like screaming, but the impulse sticks in your throat, strangling you.

There was a reason, you think, that you never remembered that horrible night from nearly a decade ago. That you’d only been able to piece together snippets of what really happened from vague accounts of the people you’d been with that night. Elvis, in particular, had been purposefully scarce on details.

And you had been fine with that, truly not wanting to relive your trauma in any way, shape, or form. You’d even been grateful when the doctor told you it was normal for your mind to protect you from your near-death experience, that you might never remember the details of that night, and you determined the memory loss a blessing.

When you’d woken in the sterile hospital, drugged and dazed, the doctor told you’d had an ectopic pregnancy, that the baby—no, the “fertilized egg,” he’d said—had gotten stuck in your fallopian tube instead of your uterus. Unfortunately, your fallopian tube ruptured as the baby grew, and you had massive hemorrhaging, nearly dying in that skating rink. They were able to do surgery and stop the bleeding, but the baby was gone, and you were told it never would have come to term.

It was the worst thing that had ever happened to you. The grief and heartache, the disappointment, the feeling like an utter failure that your body had betrayed you in such a way. No, you were fine not remembering the details. You’d wanted to forget all about it. It didn’t matter to you that the specifics weren’t there, that not everyone’s stories lined up or made complete sense. You just wanted to push it all away.

But now…this dream felt so incredibly real, at least the parts that you remembered. As dreams do, it begins to fade, leaving only a few missing puzzle pieces that start to slot into place. Desperately, you try to wipe it all away again, but it’s too late. You are trying to convince yourself it had to be a dream, that the flashes you are remembering (or more so feeling), couldn’t have possibly happened that way. Except many of the parts you do remember are true and really happened: Elvis’ coming home, how you’d been so inexplicably enamored with him, and how he'd been so concerned he’d done something to hurt you—all of that was real.

But the night of the Rollerdome is where things get choppy. Those parts of the dream are still but snippets and feelings, overwhelming ones at that, and you have no memories to compare them to. Could it be that you lost the baby and almost died in Elvis’ arms after he’d come to your rescue when…when…something else happened? You can’t grasp why he’d needed to come to your rescue or what led up to being in his arms on the floor—it all slips through your fingers like water through a sieve.

God, but the pain you are remembering right now…it is all so much worse than you’d imagined.

It’s like you can sense it happening all over again rather than simply remembering, your belly cramping and lightheadedness threatening your vision. The frantic panic of fearing the worst pours through your veins now almost as it did then. I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe.

Then there was Elvis, pulling you into his lap; you can feel the terror he tried so unsuccessfully to hide, how obvious it was in the shaking stutter of his voice as he was doused in your blood. Then, it fades again, leaving you with the distinct feeling that something important (other than losing the baby) happened on the floor of that roller rink, but it disappears into the ether before you can lock on to it.

“…Oh, God, don’t—”

All of it is too much, all at once.

You are barely conscious of the tears pouring down your cheeks, and you awkwardly stagger up from the lounge chair you’d fallen asleep on while traveling to the moon and the stars. Just you and me and the moon and the stars…You feel dizzy from getting up too fast, from the physical memory of it all and you sway, but your body overrides it with the need to flee, as if you can outrun the past.

“Hey, hey, hey! Honey, what’s happenin’? What’s wrong?” Elvis asks, confused, leaping up, grabbing your shoulders.

You tear yourself from his grasp, staggering for the door that will lead you off the roof and hopefully out of this hell your mind has sought to drag you into. Nothing makes sense. You feel trapped in a daze of psychic and physical pain, none of which is helpful or wanted. All the peace from your moment with the moon and the stars has evaporated in an instant. You reach the door and yank it open.

“Y/n, stop! Wait just a damn minute!” he says firmly, pulling you back to him, his cold rings digging into your forearm like chains.

“Elvis, let me go! You have to let me go!” you shout, trying to break free, but his hold on you is fierce. “Oh, god, I can’t do this,” you gasp, barely able to look at him.

You know you are being unfair to him in your reaction, but you feel betrayed. Betrayed by your body, betrayed by your mind, and betrayed by him, all at once. All logic is lost.

“Can’t do what, honey? I don’t understand what you’re goin’ on about,” Elvis asks in confusion, and you can tell by the roughness in his tone that he is frustrated but is trying to be patient with you. You don’t blame him. You must seem out of your mind, having a breakdown every other minute you are with him.

A deep part of you feels absolutely mortified at the entire situation. You’d had no idea that it was Elvis who’d found you and that something so horribly personal and tragic, your worst failure, was laid out before him so vulnerably. And to think he never mentioned it again makes you both grateful and angry. How could an experience like that be brushed under the rug, like nothing ever happened?

Suddenly all the beautiful bouquets of flowers he sent from afar in those weeks after it happened start to make a bit more sense, as does the distance that started to grow between you two. You had originally blamed it solely on him having to leave right away for Florida (he hadn’t even been there when I’d woken up in the hospital), then it was all the recording he’d needed to get done, and then just like that, he was out in Hollywood filming again. And when he was home after that, you remembered, he did not seek you out to spend any one-on-one time together. Now you wonder if he’d been purposefully avoiding you, and that makes you feel both offended and embarrassed.

You close your eyes, willing yourself to breathe somehow while still feeling like the world is closing in on you. The way your heart beats so quickly drives you to escape, but Elvis’ grip is like a vise, anchoring you to the spot. Everything hurts—a long-buried grief radiating through you like a tidal wave that has been held back far too long. Its icy flood consumes you, tightening your chest, and the healed scar on your belly feels like it’s being ripped open.

Finally, you say with shaking breaths, “I had a terrible nightmare. Or…or a memory, I’m not quite sure which…It felt—feels—so real, like it’s happening all over again.”

“What? What’s happening all over again?” Elvis asks with concern in his azure eyes.

“The baby. The night I lost the baby…god, there was so much blood. It was awful,” you choke out. “Were you really there? Was it you who found me, who held onto me?” you ask frantically, looking up at him for answers, for confirmation.

If you weren’t so consumed by the overpowering feelings rolling over you, you might catch the fleeting panic that flashes across his face before that unreadable mask he’s so carefully crafted over the years takes its place.

“What do you remember?” he asks evenly, calmly.

“Well, I…it’s all jumbled, flashes really. Being at the rink. Then suddenly blinding, horrible pain,” you grimace, arms wrapping around your abdomen, “and then I’m in your arms, bleeding everywhere, and everything gets distant and cold and numb and terrifying. And then it all fades away,” you whisper, looking at him for any sign of the truth of it.

You almost think you see relief in his eyes (why?), but it’s only for a second and then is gone. “That’s what you remember?”

You nod.

He continues, “Yeah, it was like that. I found you, baby. I held you until help got there. It was…awful,” he shudders, those almond eyes of his clouding, the memory obviously affecting him in some way.

“I…almost died,” you breathe. Of course, you logically already knew this to be true, but that was before you remembered how it felt.

“Yes, you did,” Elvis replies solemnly, his eyes churning with emotion, bringing his thumb to your cheek to wipe away the tears you have forgotten are falling.

“It hurts. Here. Now. I don’t know why,” you whisper. Though the pain has ebbed some, it still is intense, overwhelming. Perhaps it is because something about it still feels unfinished and hidden from you, like you are still missing some integral piece. You look at him as though he can give you the relief you so desperately seek, and you can’t help but feel that he is keeping something from you based on the look in his eyes.

“I don’t know either, but you’re safe now,” Elvis says, pulling you into him. He thinks he is good at shielding his emotions from you, and maybe he used to be, but now, after everything that has happened this past week, you can sense the turmoil beneath the softness of his pretty features. It sets you on edge. Enough secrets have been kept from you at this point in your life to recognize the signs, even if only intuitively.

Standing there on the roof, he rocks you gently, and the burning pain in your abdomen begins to subside, but is quickly replaced by unease, a rock of it forming in the pit of your stomach. Something is amiss and you can’t put your finger on it, but it has something to do with that terrible night. And with Elvis.

You watch him carefully as he leads you to the stairs, gingerly, like you might shatter into a million pieces. While you indeed felt that way only moments ago, worry and curiosity wind their way through your mind as you grasp at pieces of quickly-fading memories, searching for something, anything, that supports this intuitive feeling in your gut. You do not find it.

However, as you come back into his darkened suite, you are reminded of the fact that you should not be here, that your husband must be wondering where you got off to. It is nearly dawn, and you aren’t in your room.

And, oh dear lord, all the yelling and the noise that you and Elvis made earlier must have been overheard. Suddenly you are nauseous.

“Elvis,” you say, clasping his forearm in a panic.

“What, baby?” he looks at you, confused, concerned.

“We made a lot of noise earlier…”

A slow, wide grin spreads over his face, but that almost predatory darkness from before lingers in his eyes. “Oh, honey, I sent everyone away after that little stunt of yours in the bathroom with Jack,” he laughs, but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He still isn’t happy about that.

Relief washes over you at the fact that your escapades remained private, although, you don’t know exactly who “everyone” is because his Mafia members were never too far from their master.

The unease is back, snaking through your mind. “I have to get back,” you say, “Jack must be wondering where I am.”

“He’s likely in the casino, and you, my dear, went back to Sandy’s room and fell asleep there.” The lie falls off his tongue so easily, and while you are grateful for the excuse, this ability of his gives you pause as you find the remnants of your clothes strewn about the room.

Everything feels off. It’s as though your dream-memory has exposed something, but you cannot put your finger on what, only that something about Elvis is itching at you.

Something important.

Your mind and your insides are still reeling from everything this night has entailed and uncovered. You shakily dress and try to clean yourself up before having to face the world outside of Elvis’ private suite. Between the wildly intense sex and the jarring memories your sleep unlocked, you are exhausted and wonder how you can possibly process any of this and still present “things as usual” to the rest of the world.

Finally ready to head out the door, Elvis stops you. “Wait,” he says, spinning you back to him and pulling you close. His luscious lips brush yours so sweetly, with such yearning, as if he hasn’t had you in nearly every way already tonight. You melt into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart under your palms, the warmth of him solid and comforting. You forget all your doubts and questions for the moment, unable to focus on anything but the pillowy softness of his gentle kisses and the way his strong hands cup your jaw and pull you to him. The man has you fully under his spell, and right now, as his tongue laps at yours, you do not care about anything else.

When he pulls back, you whine at the loss of him, and being him, he senses your need, and gives you a cheeky smirk.

“Later, darlin’, I promise,” he says, brushing your cheek. “I want you backstage again tonight, okay?” It’s less of a question and more a gentle command.

You nod, getting lost in those endless blues of his. Then you shake yourself off and head out the door, shutting it quietly behind you in your best effort to sneak out, your mind beginning to whirl again the moment you are out of his presence.

Lost in a fog of thoughts, your focus is on the ground, so when you collide with another body in the hallway, you nearly jump out of your skin, flying backwards and catching yourself before you tumble to the ground.

“Well, shit,” a familiar voice intones slowly and with surprise as you look up.

Oh no, oh no, oh no.

Red.

Your eyes go wide as saucers as your brain tries to scramble up an excuse of why you’d be coming out of Elvis’ suite at this hour looking as you do, and you quickly realize that there is no other plausible explanation. Your mouth opens then closes aimlessly. And the smirk on Red’s face makes it quite clear that he understands the situation fully.

Your heart thunders in your ribcage as you stand frozen like a dear in headlights. This is very, very bad. Jerry is one thing—you have no doubts of his loyalty to Elvis and keeping his secrets. But Red, he is quite a different situation. He is loyal to Elvis, to be sure, but for a price. And he is friends with Jack and has been since the beginning. You had never taken to Red—something about him always irked you, but it was never truly an issue before this moment.

“Y/n, y/n, y/n,” Red tsks at you, a nasty gleam in his eye, “Now what kind’a trouble you been gettin’ up to?” It’s obvious he knows exactly what kind.

You finally find your voice. “Red,” you say in what you hope is a warning but considerate tone, “I’m sure we can both just forget this ever happened. We wouldn’t want to upset anyone.” There’s no need to say their names, you both know who you mean. But your voice is too shaky and even you can’t take yourself seriously.

“Hmm, maybe,” Red ponders infuriatingly. You want to wipe that smug look right off his face.

You both stand there staring for a minute before you finally straighten yourself. You desperately want to turn and go back to Elvis to plead with him to drop Red off somewhere in the middle of the desert, but you know E needs his rest and this conversation can’t happen now. So instead, you square your shoulders, dread pooling in your stomach.

“Excuse me, I have to be going,” you say a little haughtily.

Red just laughs, “I bet you do, sweetheart.”

The endearment is anything but, coming out snide instead. A cold shiver runs down your spine. Finally, you break the tension and push past him, trying to keep your gait steady and unhurried, when all you want to do is to sprint to the door. But you make it without doing so, holding your breath the whole way. Once in the hall, you pound the elevator button multiple times as if that will make a difference in how fast it arrives. Then you feel like you can breathe again, once tucked safely and blissfully alone inside the car, heading down.

You don’t trust Red. Not one bit.

Panic rises up from your stomach, an acidic, bitter bile. This is exactly what you’ve been afraid of. You can feel the rickety foundation of your lies begin to sway under your feet. Not only are you feeling unmoored because of whatever your dream-memory unlocked about Elvis that you can’t pinpoint, but this hits you where it hurts. You reap what you sow, and you have been sowing quite a bit.

All the doubt that Elvis washed away with his gentle kisses mere minutes ago comes back to hit you full force. You must end this, you’ve got to, and you know, oh god, you know it will break your heart, but you cannot live anymore with this fear that is eating you from the inside out.

You were never meant to be this person. You are not special, certainly not special enough to warrant true love from Elvis Presley. You are just a housewife from Tennessee whose husband is a liar and a cheat. You were bored and now you’re in over your head.

Get out. Run, as far away and as fast as you can! your mind screams at you. God, you can’t breathe. For the second time today, you feel as though the air has been stolen from your lungs and like the ground is crumbling underneath your feet.

You are not strong enough for this. You were not made for lying and cheating and sneaking around. The weight of it all feels untenable as you knock on Sandy’s door.

When it opens, she doesn’t even say a word. One look at you and she’s yanking you inside.

“Red knows,” you eek out before she has a chance to say anything.

“Shit,” she curses and brings you to sit down on the bed. Then she steals away, and you hear water running.

You don’t realize you are shaking until she hands you the glass of water and it nearly spills all over your dress. You gulp it down, suddenly parched.

“What the hell happened last night?” she finally asks, after you’ve downed the glass of water and manage to take in some slow breaths. “You disappeared with Jack,” she says with a wrinkle of her nose, “and then Elvis looked like he was gonna lose his damn mind and kicked everyone out, but you were nowhere to be found. Then, Jerry called and told me that if anyone asked, you were with me all night.”

Setting the empty glass on the side table, you put your head in your hands. “Oh, Sandy, I feel like every decision I am making is insane. I don’t even recognize myself.”

Sandy just looks at you with expectation in her eyes, waiting for you to explain yourself.

“Elvis and I had quite an…argument about me being with Jack. And then we had crazy, hot sex, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before,” you sigh and Sandy grins like an idiot. “Then he took me up on the roof to look at the moon, and I fell asleep and had this horrible—well, it was a nightmare, but I think it was actually a memory I repressed. Oh, it was awful.”

Sandy looks at you quizzically. “A repressed memory? What do you mean?”

“Well, you know I can’t have kids…but way back in ’60, I had an ectopic pregnancy that resulted in me miscarrying and almost bleeding to death on the floor of the Rollerdome,” you ramble out, the water you just drank making you feel sick to your stomach.

“Oh my god, hon, that’s terrible,” she says pulling you in for a hug.

“Obviously, there are reasons I don’t talk about it, but also, I didn’t remember any of it. The doc said my brain did it to protect me from the trauma. Until this morning, I didn’t have any idea of what really happened. But now…I had these flashes, these glimpses, of the horrible pain. It was like living it all over again. Like I could feel it happening, San,” you say, clutching your stomach. “And what I didn’t realize was that Elvis was there for all of it. He was holding me and watching me die. There was blood everywhere.”

“Jesus,” Sandy breathes.

“And he never told me that he was there! How could we go through something like that together and him not say a damn word? And I swear something else happened, something he’s not telling me. I just feel like he’s hiding something about it, something I still can quite put my finger on,” you add rapidly.

“Well, honey, maybe it was traumatic for him, too. And I’m sure he didn’t want to make you relive all that,” Sandy says reasonably, patting your knee.

“That makes logical sense, San, I know it does, but it’s not just that, I’m telling you…I’ve been having these dreams, these memories, come up since being with him, things I am just now remembering. I don’t know,” you shake your head, frustrated. “It’s like a puzzle that is missing pieces and I just can’t quite put it all together.”

“How can I help, hon?” Sandy asks, her eyes comforting and kind.

“You’re doing it, babe, by just listening,” you say, squeezing her hand. “So, when I woke up from the dream, E seemed closed off about what I was telling him. I mean, he confirmed he was there, and that he’d held me, but I could just tell he wasn’t letting me in on everything. I feel like I’m noticing just how well and how easily he seems to bend the truth to suit his needs, and now I’m doing it, too,” you say, ashamed.

“And how does Red fit into all this?” she asks, eyes narrowed.

“Oh, god, yeah. I literally ran into him coming out of Elvis’ room. You should have seen the smug look on his face, San. I am so fucking screwed,” you sigh, flinging yourself back on the bed.

“Just tell Elvis! He won’t let Red get away with anything,” Sandy points out.

“I won’t see him until tonight, and by then, everyone might already know!” You look at Sandy frantically, pleadingly. “I feel crazy, and I hate all these stupid emotions! Jesus, who even am I anymore? Am I this woman who lies and cheats and hides things, not just from everyone, but from herself, too?”

Sandy looks at you, pausing as she seems to gather her thoughts. “Have you thought that maybe, just maybe, you are finally breaking free of everything that’s been holding you back? That you are just scared of all of this because it’s new and different and a risk? Before this last week, when was the last time you even took a risk, y/n? When was the last time you actually allowed yourself to really feel anything? Hon, you’ve spent so much time pushing down everything that you are and could be because of Jack and what you think you have to be for him. Maybe all this is just you becoming…you. Making decisions for yourself, ones that make you happy,” Sandy says with the love only she could give you.

You choke back a sob, “But who I am is an awful person, Sandy. I can’t seem to do anything right. I’m a liar and a cheat, which is everything I hate about Jack. I’m stuck in this dysfunctional marriage that I’m dependent on, and I was the reason we couldn’t build the big family we both wanted. I’m in love with someone I have no business being in love with, a man who is so utterly beyond my reach, who could never love me the way I need him to. I…God, I can’t even trust my memories!” Your utter heartbreak at everything aches through your chest, a painful reminder of everything you lack. Shaking with tears, you curl into a ball.

“Oh, hon,” Sandy says gently. She grabs your shoulders and hauls you up. “Look at me.”

You force yourself to meet her gaze, tears leaking from your eyes.

“You have to stop beating yourself up, baby. You’re not perfect, none of us are, but you are certainly not an awful person, not one little bit. You are full of love and kindness and talent, and you’ve put yourself last for so damn long that putting yourself first feels wrong to you,” she says so matter-of-factly that you have no choice but to listen.

“But I’ve made such a mess of things,” you whimper.

“Yeah, well, Jack pushed you to it, hon. And Elvis, well, he’s Elvis, and resisting that man takes a fortitude of will that not many women possess. What I’m saying is, this is not all on you.”

But you still feel like a powder keg about to explode, all your anguish and self-doubt clawing its way out of you, ripping you to shreds along the way.

“No, no, no. I have to…I have to end this,” you shake your head, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. “I don’t want to feel like this anymore. It feels like hell.”

Sandy purses her lips and gives you a look. “Did you even listen to a word I just said, hon? Let me make it clearer for you: You love Elvis. You don’t love Jack, not anymore. Leave the fucker and go be with the man you love, guilt free! Jack’s a big boy, he’ll survive.”

She makes it sound so easy, but it is anything but, at least to you, and you’re the one living it. “I can’t, Sandy, I can’t just do that! I’m dependent on Jack, who is dependent on Elvis. Without either of them, I have nothing. No job, no money, nothing. So tell me what happens when E gets tired of me, huh? Then I will literally be out on the street, Sandy!” you yell.

“God, you are just determined to be miserable, aren’t you? So determined that you are blind to the obvious!” Sandy shakes her head in frustration, then takes a deep, calming breath before lowering her voice to continue, “I can’t make you feel that you are enough—only you can do that, hon. But you are. You are enough for me, and certainly enough for Elvis.”

“You don’t know that, Sandy! Besides, Elvis is keeping shit from me, too! And I haven’t been enough for Jack for a long time!” you holler.

“Fuck Jack, y/n! Fuck him! He’s not worthy of you, not the other way around. You have to start to see that, hon!” she yells back, her cheeks reddening.

“None of that changes the situation! Red knows, and you and I both know he’s gonna make trouble, and it’s gonna all blow back on me. I’m trapped. I’m trapped in all of it, my marriage, this affair, the lies, this fucking insane world of Elvis’! I can’t…Fuck this shit,” you say, standing up, every nerve in your body flying on a horrible roller coaster than you can’t seem to get off of.

The only solution you can see is to remove yourself from the equation.

“I’m gonna say goodbye to Elvis, to Vegas, to all of it. I’m leaving on the first plane out of here tonight,” you say with finality, standing up. It makes you feel like you finally have some semblance of control over your life.

“Y/n. I don’t think this is the solution you think it is, hon—” Sandy starts.

“Look, I appreciate everything you are trying to do here, but I’m the one living this, not you, and it feels like hell right now. I need out. I’m going home,” you say harshly, swiping the tears off your face. It’s like you are pulling a steel door over all the turmoil you’ve been feeling, shutting out the pain so you can do what you should have done days ago.

You don’t want to relive the trauma of your miscarriage or remember all these fleeting and confusing moments with Elvis anymore. You don’t want to think about what Elvis is hiding from you, because you just know it’s something important and you can’t take another man you love lying to you. You don’t want to see Jack. You don’t want to completely upend everything you’ve known for the last fourteen years. You don’t want to be in love with a man who could never truly love you back the way you need him to. Because they never do.

And your heart aches in every way—for the baby you never met, for the man you used to love, and for the man you love now—it all radiates through you like poison, threatening to cripple you. You can’t stay like this. Anything to escape these horrible feelings, this seemingly unending wave of fear and uncertainty.

Sandy looks at you resigned and disapprovingly, shaking her head. “Fine. You do what you gotta do. But running away ain’t gonna solve anything.”

The hell it won’t.

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kurolini909 · 4 months

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Little announcement!

Hey guys! I just have something to announce that might be relevant regarding what to expect from my content from now on...

Well, as part of my new year's resolution, I won't be focusing solely on Undertale as an artist anymore. :"3

Don't get me wrong! I'm absolutely NOT leaving the fandom!

I don't think I ever could.

(summarized version is that I'll be indulging my own fluctuating interests from now on in other fandoms and original works. More under the cut!)

It's just that I'm trying to be more free spirited, so as to no longer feel as if I have an obligation (not like I ever did but brain brains wrong lol), my art and posts from now on should be less frequent and regarding whatever new hyper fixations I am harboring at the time!

I want to expand my artistic horizons and portfolio a bit. So things should become more random around here as to whatever has grabbed my interest.

Overall this is me indulging myself more for 2024.

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Allowing my other interests to shine through a little bit, as opposed to popular demand, albeit imaginary.

Does this mean no more Undertale on the blog?

Of course not!

Again, I'm not leaving this fandom. It is an important part of who I am at this point, and helped me a lot with many of my skills! I will continue to occasionally post Undertale/Deltarune content!

Except just when I really feel like it. :"3

Again. This game has a permanent spot on my heart.

I simply dislike leaving things unexplained that's all. A sudden change of content out of nowhere seems unfair to do without some kind of warning to me.

Oh. Okay then! But, if you're not leaving, then why'd you make this post?

Don't be shy to still tag me about Undertale stuff, or ask about my Undertale characters still if you'd like! But I do ask that art requests are avoided.

(commission, which I plan to open this year, will still very much include Undertale as one of my specialities though. Again, more than three years of experience here!)

This warning is, therefore, valid from here on. Whatever I decide to go with, this isn't a [thing]-specific blog. It may change according to my interests!

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Finally:

If you've read up until here, thank you for being interested in my reasons as a person, not just an artist! 🖤🤍🖤🤍

I hope you can support this new chapter I'm turning over. And if you want to leave, that's alright, too, it was a pleasure to have you! <3

If you stay, I hope you'll enjoy all I have to offer still!

Oh! And PLEASE to all my mutuals I made in the UT fandom, do keep in contact!!! I still love to hear about it and see what you guys create!

More than that, for a good part of y'all, changing main fandoms doesn't mean I don't adore the friends I made over here still.

There's so many friendships I owe to this incredible community, and I'd hate to lose even one of them. I understand if they want to, but know this is in no way a turn down if your contents are also UT.

Again: I love to see what you can do, and always will!

I'll hunt you down if I need to, you all loveable ppl know who you are. '^'

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On to new adventures beyond the Underground!

Always remembering...

Despite everything, it's still me. ❤️

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brainrotdotorg · 1 year

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THE GRAND RESULTS OF THE SEXIEST SKILL POLL

What it says on the tin. I was curious to see what the fandom's consensus would be, so I held this informal poll of which skill from each skill group was sexiest- I probably should have polled for a week, but to be fully honest, I'm just impatient. If someone would like to do more formal data collection, I am all for it. Right now I am running a poll between all the finalists- which you can vote in here- to determine who is the all-time sexiest skill, so do that after you read these results : ) To everyone who voted, thank you for your valuable input! We got 698 votes overall in intellect, 698 in psyche, (balance!) 744 in physique, (expected, knew physique would be controversial) and 666 (underappreciated gang) in motorics. So the sample size is a touch skewed, but what are you gonna do? Let's crack into these ratings! I'll set up each placement with how many votes they got and reasonings for why they placed there- from both me and those who offered their own opinions (thank you to everyone who did that by the way, extremely valuable input.) plus their items that offer stat bonuses (which I think is fair game to help determine sexiness). Also if the pronouns surprise you I'm just using the headcanons that I have lmfao sorry I'm scrambling the genders of these brain beasts and there is nothing you can do about it And remember, the real winner here is… Harry, because he gets to have all 24 of these sexy singles rattling around in his brainspace. Or that makes him a loser. Up for debate. Anyway.

INTELLECT RESULTS: Coming in at number 6, with 5% of the votes (35 overall)… Logic. Oof. The absolute lowest ranked out of ALL the skills, what a way to start. Sorry, man. Maybe he's just too clinical for his own good, maybe it's because he seems a little unapproachable, or maybe he just doesn't have that special something. The unfortunate visual comparison to Measurehead's portrait doesn't help out. Not unattractive by any means, but he doesn't have the sex appeal. Logic is the opposite of passion, after all. It's hard to imagine him ravishing anybody- just quick, efficient, not very hot. Would also be hard to kiss him what with the shifting face-pieces. His stat is boosted by FALN "Pipo" Pipo (+2), Samaran Conical Hat (+1), Flip-up Glasses The Auditor (+1), Interisolary Dress Shirt (+1), Korojev Jacket (+1). This outfit is a disaster, I'm sorry. The conical hat alone is enough to ruin it. You have so many options and all of them are bad. This really does put the L in Logic. REASONS YOU VOTED:

i chose logic because. idk i saw someone draw it full body once and thought that he looked very fuckable

(that was it that was the only reason for Logic given lmfao) Coming in at number 4-5, with a tie! Already! 9%, 63 votes each, we have Encyclopedia and Rhetoric! Honestly, I can see it. Encyclopedia is very knowledgeable, you definitely couldn't make the argument that he would be inexperienced. Knowledge is hot! On a purely aesthetic level too, he's got a nice face. Very kissable lips. But that's not enough to carry you into the Sexy category. Where's the spark? The zest? Sure, he knows a lot, but is he capable of executing what he's studied? His stat is boosted by Dick Mullen's Hat (+1) and Mega-Bino's Prescription Lenses (+2). Could look good? Maybe? And Rhetoric. Right off the bat, he is a comrade, so that is pretty sexy. Rhetoric can talk the talk, but we can't be sure they can walk the walk. We can see what that mouth do, also, but he looks a little teethy for my taste. Being opinionated can be very attractive, but it can also get grating. Dirty talk could turn into a debate. Unless that's your thing, it could kill the mood. They can't quite make the cut here, at least for me. His stat is boosted by Medal The Setting Sun (+1) and White Polo Shirt (+1). Doesn't really scream "sexy" to me. REASONS YOU VOTED:

encyclopedia#knows what i know bb

encyclopedia#i mean look at his hair

rhetoric for the aggressive politics#having an argument really does it for me

rhetoric is literally sucking a dick

"Rhetoric because I like it the most. I don't know if it's sexy in the classical sense, but I like someone who can be reasoned with and is willing to work things out with you. Resistant to bullshit. That's hot." Coming in at number 3, with 21% of the votes (147 overall) we have Visual Calculus! I'll be honest- this one surprised me. There were a lot of Viscalc stans in the tags and I thought he would pull through, but nope, he placed exact middle. He's got a lot going for him! The perfect intersection between art and logistics. Factual, but not pretentious. On an aesthetic level, they really do look great- strong nose, extremely fun abstract elements, full lips, those just barely visible eyes, dark and mysterious… be still my heart! And those skills of determining what works where… well, I don't have to explain it. I think the only reason he didn't win was because our next two contenders were especially strong. His stat is boosted by Neat Office Shades (+1) and RCM Commander's Jacket (+1). Hot damn! Not bad! They could pull that look off. REASONS YOU VOTED:

I picked visual calculus but I was surprised to see how many other people did too#I guess… it just feels more tangible? Like it interacts with the physical world?#idk if that explanation is easy to interpret correctly but it#'s the best I've got

vis calc but this one was difficult#vis calc is just so calm and factual and like. down to business.

visual calc draws so beautifuly and has sick bgm in its action scenes

encyclopedia is my BOY but vis calc is my lover

"Voted Visual Calculus because he's good at what he does and doesn't make a fuss. He reconstructs crime scenes and doesn't start any drama." "I picked Visual Calculus, even though Encylopedia is by far my favorite. Encyclopedia isn't sexy, he just makes me smile. Similarly Drama isn't sexy, he's just funny. I considered Conceptualization, but his tendency to be pretentious is a total turn-off. But Visual Calculus… those moments of perfect precision when the lights dim and the focus narrows? Delicious. THAT is sexy" "Visual calculus, there’s just something to him that makes him alluring" (And probably the most compelling reasoning….)#visual calculus is gonna find the angle of the prostate#or g spot Coming in in second place, with 27% of the votes (188 overall) we have Conceptualization! I think Conceptualization deserves second place. She's a romantic. He's creative. An artist, a poet, a visionary. Visually, she's enchanting- the suggestion of a human form, softer than Viscalc but just as mysterious. He can wine and dine you, have a good time with you, but most important of all- he could surprise you. Conceptualization would know how to get freaky with it, I think. You could take them by the hand and kiss their knuckles, which they would be extremely appreciative of. This is someone that has taste. The portrait parallel to the Smoker on the Balcony also helps. Her stat is boosted by Saramirizian Lounge Jacket (+1 and White Satin Shirt (+1)- worn unbuttoned, of course. Now THAT is sexy. REASONS YOU VOTED:

conceptualization i like artists :

conceptualization whore

conceptualisation#gotta understand what you want baybee

conceptualization is the king

oh this one was tough#vis calc has the best writing imo#but visually…conceptualization wins

And our winner for sexiest Intellect skill, with 29% of the votes (202 votes overall) is…. DRAMA! The thespian himself! And my own personal vote, so I'm happy he won. Let's be real. He's got the passion. He is distinct, charming, funny, and the way he speaks! Getting called "my liege"? That was enough to push him into first for me, nicknames are too good. You know the roleplay would be insane. Insane. Aesthetically, many faces? Many eyes and mouths? I yield the remainder of my time. I can't be normal about Drama. Not only is he a delight that's just full of personality, they're hot. His stat is boosted by Leather Jacket Pissfaggot (+1), Insane Mesh Tank Top (+1), Party Dragon's Silk Robe (+1), Bow Knot (+2) Need I even say more? The mesh tank top on its own would have been enough, but the party dragon's silk robe? The Pissfaggot jacket? Too perfect! REASONS YOU VOTED:

drama literally calls you sire there's no competition

obviously drama… the way it's speaking? you know it

it was a TOUGH pick between drama & conceptualization but i had to pick drama#obviously the artsy ones have an edge as far as sexiness goes. drama wins bcus like the drama outfit is the#slutty ass robe and mesh tank top like. drama knows whats up PSYCHE RESULTS: Coming in at number 6, with 9% of the votes (63 overall) we have… Suggestion. Oh, Suggestion! I really did think you would rank higher! Hell, even in your official description, you were made to "charm men and women." I'm so sorry that didn't happen this time around, champ. They're all about sweet-talking and persuasion, and is undeniably a smooth talker, but if that's all you have, then there isn't much else to offer. Visually, it feels like he's…. missing something. If the brain stem-roots look more like tentacles, you KNOW he would be more popular. Honestly, I think Suggestion is just generally overlooked. He's like Rhetoric and Savoir Faire's lesser paid-attention to cousin- part of the persuasion gang. It could also just be that there are some heavy hitters in Psyche, and someone has to be last, so it may as well be him. Sorry, bud. I'd give your weird brain orb a little peck. His stat is boosted by Signal-Blue Naval Coat (+1), Interisolary Suit Jacket (+1)- the suit jacket isn't bad, but the naval coat doesn't exactly say "seduction". REASONS YOU VOTED: suggestion#gotta get what you want

SUGGESTION!#a smooth talker is just objectively sexy#de

Coming in at number 5, with 10% of the votes (69 overall, nice) we've got Authority! Man, this was my vote. I was surprised to see how low he placed. I get it though, honestly. All about intimidation and assertion, that can get overwhelming pretty fast. He also probably wouldn't take kindly to having the dynamic flipped around on him- couldn't switch it up, it could get stale fast. And those eyes… not exactly dreamboat material. Having someone big and strong push you around isn't everyone's cup of tea, especially if, let's be honest, that big strong guy is kind of an asshole. Well, at least he know he's not closed off to the idea of putting stuff up the butt- so long as it has something to do with honor! His stat is boosted by Fairweather T-500 Greaves (+2) and RCM Lieutenant's Cap (+1) Cool boots! And I like the hat! I really do like the hat… REASONS YOU VOTED:

authority sorry because i like being told what to do lol

"authority - kim" Coming in at number 4, with 11% of the votes (76 overall) we have Esprit De Corps! Esprit De Corps was one that I had a difficult time finding the appeal of, but honestly, I can see it. The ghostly apparition and blending of facial features certainly is memorable and unique in the aesthetic department. There's something to be said here is that there's many of them-you'll never be alone, for sure, and that kind of intimacy and companionship is sexy. Maybe there could be a bit of a voyeurism thing going on, peeking into the lives of other officers… much to consider. Who says you should keep work and pleasure separate? Have fun with those handcuffs and leather boots! Their stat is boosted by RCM Commander's Jacket (+1), RCM Patrol Cloak (+1), Disco-Ass Blazer (+1). Fuck YES! All iconic, all good looking. REASONS YOU VOTED:

edc because um. um. because uhhhm#well#warm smile emoji

esprit de corps#theres more of them and they know me the best uwu

esprit de corps#sorry I love being close to Kim#he’s my everything

Coming in at number 3, with 18% of the votes (126 overall) is Empathy! Another situation where I'm surprised they didn't rank higher- but again, our next two competitors are tough competition. Empathy is undoubtedly lovely. TLC is their middle name. Get ready to feel doted on, pampered, etc. etc. They're attentive, considerate, would know where all those sweet spots are, for sure- but honestly, I think they would be stone. It would be all about you, and unless you're a pillow princess, I can see that being unsatisfying. Aesthetically, they are a treat to look at. Those softly shut eyes, the long fingers folded over broad shoulders… they're simply warm and welcoming! That's probably why they didn't claim first- they don't have that spark. Doesn't exactly scream "sexy" to me, but if you think being with them wouldn't be the most pleasant thing in the world, you can hop off my blog. Their stat is boosted by Army Surplus Winter Scarf (+2), Mesque Banger's Red Brogues (+1), Jamrock Biker-Cop Sunnies (+1), Pinball Maker's Coat (+1). Again- not sexy, but for sure nice to look at. REASONS YOU VOTED:

empathy can know that someone is so horny they could die

empathy is my main bitch I pick it every run I play#empathy is so hot

close call between empathy and inland empire but i have to pick empathy…#he's just :((( he notices…..

though close second is empathy#love his soft voice

Coming in at number 2, with 25% of the votes (175 overall) is… Volition! The ultimate good guy. Extremely sane. Volition is the voice of reason in a room full of 23 unhinged idiots. You know he's got the willpower, the drive, the control to make it happen, and that level of competence is alluring. Say what you will about him, but he would know what to do. He's got that crown for a reason- dude is a king, and a good chunk of people in my notes know it! That is pretty sexy- but at a certain point, sanity can get boring. There will be care there, he can get pretty bog-standard. Volition would fuck you like he respects you, every time, which isn't always what you'd want- that doesn't keep him from being the kind of guy you could take to meet your parents. Whatever this guy does to you will DEFINITELY be a morale boost, even if it is pretty vanilla. His stat is boosted by Eight-Eyed Teratorn Tie (+1) and Fairweather T-500 Cuirass (+1). Who isn't a fan of a guy in armor? REASONS YOU VOTED:

but volition yeah. hot damn

volition. easy.

volition. sorry. when volition went ‘good theory you have there. would be a shame if something happened to it’ like. yeah. made it for me

all of them#but volition is my love

volition my beloved

volition#I mean come on it’s him!#I love him he always got Harry’s back#plus he can be pretty funny too with his dry scarcasm

volition will treat you right idk what else to say#probably really good with the praise kink lmao

"Volition. I like the strong will." "I picked Volition, but honestly I don't think sexy is a fitting descriptor for any of these ones. Suggestion was my first thought, but honestly I find his persona pretty goofy. I love Inland Empire, but he evokes more wistfulness than anything else. Even Volition isn't sexy to me, really - he's just compelling. But the quiet tragedy of willpower overwhelmed by circumstance is as close to sexy as this bunch gets, imo" (I think this is EXTREMELY accurate and I fully agree.) And our winner for sexiest Psyche skill, with 27% of the votes (188 votes overall) is…. INLAND EMPIRE! It was pretty close between Volition and Inland for a while there, but our favorite little petri dish pulled through. A dreamer! Enchanting in their language, absurd in all the right ways. It would always be new and exciting with Inland. Maniac Pixie Dream Skill, and I mean that in the best way. So puzzing and interesting, I want to see what would happened if I tried to smooch their… face? Don't know what to call it. Honestly, I think a lot of object-head people voted in this poll. No shame. Hard to go wrong with whatever's going on here, it really does work. Talk about fantasy made real! Their stat is boosted by Sunglasses Sub-Insulindic Rendezvous (+1), Horrific Necktie (+1), Eight-Eyed Teratorn Tie (+1) The Horrific Necktie himself! How could you not trust a glowing endorsement like that? REASONS YOU VOTED:

hear me out… yes they’re all lil freaks HOWEVER#inland empire#inland empire will show u other worlds#will take u places u didn’t know u could go!!

inland empire baby girl

inland empire forever baby

Inland Empire#Something which understands both itself and you on a fundamental level

PHYSIQUE RESULTS: Coming in at number 6, with 5% of the votes (37 overall) we have Endurance. Not too shocked that Endurance ranked so low. Sure, he's all about persevering and enduring, so you could get real tantric with him- that is, if you ever even got to that place with him. He's a mouthpiece for facism, he hates women… not sexy. Not sexy at all. Repugnant, even. You'd have to focus entirely on his buff bod in order to get any sex appeal out of him, and even then, that's not easy! The geometry of the body in his portrait is a bit difficult to decipher…. is that one big pec right in the center? What's the thing where his head should be. Hard-body types are all the rage, but this one could do with a little softness. For someone so strong, he really is floundering a bit. His stat is boosted by the FRITTTE Plastic Rain Coat (+1)… and thats it. Just a raincoat. Endurance, come on, man. REASONS YOU VOTED:

but wow I'm shocked endurance is so low (wasn't even someone who voted for endurance. just the only time someone talked about him.)

Coming in at number 5, with 8% of the votes (60 overall) we have Physical Instrument. Another instance where I'm not too surprised. Dude just doesn't have the special sauce- he's just fuckmuscle. Yeah, he's got the strength, he's got the power, but I think if you couldn't keep up with him, he'd leave you in the proverbial dust. (also i'm afraid he would keep up the "coach" talk in bed.) The way he talks is degrading, and not in the fun hot way. Not very sexy. Undeniable prowess though! His stat is boosted by FALN Modular Track Pants (+1), T-Shirt Man From Hjelmdall (+1), White Tank Top (+1) If you're into the sport aesthetic, then coach is gonna make you sweat. REASONS YOU VOTED:

HOW ARE YALL SLEEPING ON PHYSICAL INSTRUMENY

physical instrument baybee

difficult#I picked physical instrument because I'm really feeling the muscular body presence but its actual voice is definitely not the sexiest

electricrochemistry is too much about you and will make you nut immediately. you need physical instrument to fuck. motion in the ocean.

Coming in at number 4 with 9% of the votes (67 overall) we have Half-Light! Gonna be real with you. I didn't understand any of the appeal at first- in fact, I thought this guy would be dead last. But then I thought about it more- the thrill of the chase, fear and pleasure, the adrenaline rush… yeah. Okay, I get it. Half Light has got a look in his foggy eyes and gritted teeth that says he has nothing to lose, and he's gonna bust every nut like it's his last. Fight, flight, or fuck. Doesn't hit every base for what makes something sexy, but what he does have is undeniable. It's raw, it's primal, and it can be pretty hot. His stat is boosted by Fairweather T-500 Helmet (+1), FALN Faln Windbreaker (+1), Leather Jacket Fuck the World (+1), FALN Ultra Series Gloves (+1), Itchy Pants (+2). A very interesting outfit. REASONS YOU VOTED:

half-light my ancient greek speaking boy…

listen. i know it should be electrochem or shivers#but half light 🤤🤤🤤

Coming in at number 3 with 12% of the votes (89 overall) is Pain Threshold! Come on, y'all. You know why he's here. How in depth do I need to go with this one? A sadomasochist's dream. Someone who's able to dish it out as hard as they can take it. With this one, it's pure physicality. While BDSM can be very emotionally intimate, I get the feeling he's not feeling the burn because he wants to get closer to you. One final word: penetration. His stat is boosted by FALN Faln Windbreaker (+1), Mesque Banger's Silk Scarf (+1), Fairweather T-500 Cuirass (+1). Not gonna lie. That fit kind of slays. REASONS YOU VOTED: "Pain threshold because don’t worry about it"

pain threshold because I’m a masochist lol

it's literally pain threshold guys

Coming in at number 2 with 28% of the votes (208 overall) we've got Electrochemistry! Echem and our finalist were fucking neck and neck for so long, it was a sight to behold. He's a fan favorite, competing against another fan favorite. Unfortunately, (and shockingly!) Electro did not come out on top- but that doesn't mean they aren't a veritable powerhouse of sex. A creature made to indulge! He's emblematic of all things hedonistic, the pursuit of pleasure, literally the one that drives Harry to drink and smoke and fuck like it's his only purpose. He is down to clown until he's in the ground. You KNOW they would be into just about anything you put in front of them. I don't have to explain why he's sexy. Also, tentacles? Tentacles. We've all just collectively agreed that those are tentacles. His stat is boosted by Fingerless Gloves (+1), Flare-cut Trousers (+1), Pour L'Homme Labourer Jeans (+1), Shades of Self-Destruction (+1), Party Dragon's Silk Robe (+1) God damn! His outfit literally includes jeans that make your ass look better. It doesn't get more clear than this. REASONS YOU VOTED:

echem of course. do i even need to elaborate

electrochem and shivers rank equally to m

electrochemistry#i would eat his he/him pussy<3

i picked electrochemistery because tentacles and also it's literally the sexy skill

look I really like shivers but I love electrochemistry an obviously unhealthy amount

And our winner for sexiest Physique skill, with a whopping 38% of the votes (282 votes overall) is… SHIVERS! Well, Revachol loves us, and we sure do seem to love her back. It's hard to formulate just what Shivers is- she's a city, she's a feeling, she is the rain on the pavement, she is the wind on the back of your neck, she is empty apartments and dilapidated docks, she is people and animals and plants- but most important of all is that she is sexy. Her voice? Gorgeous. The open-endedness of it all, of what she looks like, how she appears, the idea that she surrounds you and truly does care for you- there's no other way to say it. It gives you shivers. That chill down your spine… that's hot. That's why I personally picked Shivers. An eldritch thing, unknowable and vast, loving me? I'll swoon. You'd be cared for, and being cared for is sexy. You'd never be alone. She'd be all around you, guiding you, knowing you intimately, because you are a part of her. And as for the sexual aspect of it… completely fucking unpredictable what would go on there, and you know what, I'm willing to dive headfirst into that mystery. Yeah, I'll fuck a city. Sounds good. Her stat is boosted by RCM Patrol Cloak (+1), Polar Anorak (+1), Scented Scarf (+1), T-Shirt Man From Hjelmdall (+1). All these clothes will keep you warm. I like to think the t-shirt is like a girlfriend t-shirt you stole from her. Cute! REASONS YOU VOTED: "shivers is like dating an ancient deity" "I picked Shivers, and this was actually the easiest vote for me to make. Of course it's Shivers! Physical Instrument is my favorite physique skill but it's because he's funny, not sexy. Electrochemistry is like a combination of Suggestion and Volition to me - silly and also sad. But Shivers is such a fascinating, strange, attention-grabbing presence. The drama of it all!!! Not Drama drama, but rather drama as a byproduct of magic. It's incredibly sexy"

i think shivers could take good care of you..

SHIVER SWEEP#ive never wanted to sleep with The Wind so bad man i swear to god

shivers#source: she lives in my brain

shivers#knows how to make me shiver owo

shivers#hands down it’s shivers#she is the voice of the city#I NEED YOU. YOU CAN KEEP ME ON THIS EARTH. BE VIGILANT. I LOVE YOU.

shivers. because city voice hot

where the hood where the hood where the hood at

electrochemistry you’re good but I will cut you down in shivers’s name

shivers cause revachol is. kind of a milf.

SHIVERSSWEEP#the city loves you. the city is part of you. you belong to each other so irrevocably#a huge complex system of nerve endings--of buildings of ruins of all that is gone and all that is left--every bit of it tuned in to you#a radio signal so great in scale#you just have to listen to it. to let that love (that understanding) wrap around you#the city lives because you live. broken and rotten but alive still. & it wants you to survive#also setting as a character is one of the sexiest concepts ever so. that helps.

SHIVERS SWEEP#(everyone who cares about de is in love w revachol/shivers and also is a lesbian gender neutral)

electrochemistry is the obvious option STRAY FROM THE PATH!!!#it’s shivers me timbers!!!

(also reading everyone in the tag going SHIVERSWEEP was really funny lmfao) MOTORICS RESULTS: Coming in at number 6 with 10% of the votes (66 overall) we've got Reaction Speed. I feel like Motorics as a skill group already kind of get shafted. They all kind of blur into each other- and speaking of blurring, Reaction Speed is unfortunately at the bottom. Quick to act and quick to talk, RS is all about making things happen fast. It's hard to think about "speed" and "sex" and not think "premature ejaculation". Poor fella just doesn't have much going on for him- any features we could have deemed attractive are out of focus. If you look close enough, you can see that his front-facing face does actually have a nice smile. Aw. I feel kind of bad for him. If only he wasn't darting around so much, I could give him a little smooch. Despite the fondness I feel, none of it could be considered sexy. His stat is boosted by Orange Bum Hat (+1), Royal Carabineer Pants (+1), FALN Ultra Series Sneakers (+1). Honestly? Kind of a fit. I'll throw you a bone there, bud. REASONS YOU VOTED:

ya'll mofukas not turned on by reaction speed are fucking lying(RS baby I am so sorry this is just the only thing someone said about you except someone saying you were " a close second" and I couldn't leave this section blank I'm so sorry) Coming in at number 4-5, another tie, with 14% of the votes (93 votes each) is Hand/Eye Coordination and Perception! It felt like H/E would rank higher, but honestly, tied for 4th/5th feels right. Undeniably good with his hands- that's his whole deal. Hands down (ha ha) he's got the technique! Not to mention, all those fingers, six fuckin pairs of hands to use… plus, Hand/Eye is canonically the jerk-off stat. By all accounts, he's got the resources, but again as with many of these skills, he doesn't have the spice. Okay, you've got the abilities- now make us want to see them in action! If only he were a bit more remarkable. Sorry, Handy. Get a bit more swagger and we'll give you another go of it. His stat is boosted by Pinball Maker's Coat (+1), FALN Arrower Shirt (+1), FALN Ultra Series Sneakers (+1). On the other hand, Perception has the opposite issue. She is all about noticing things. Attentive, primed to take in the senses that the world can afford to her. Where's the execution? We know she will notice how you're feeling and what you want, but what will she be able to do about it? Her appearance is interesting, foggy pillars of smoke coming from where her eyes and mouth would be, but honestly, that would make kissing kind of hard. Unless you've into having smoke shotgunned into your mouth constantly. In that case? Hot. I want to give her a little leg up just because of that. Her stat is boosted by Amphibian Sports Visor (+1) and Franconigerian Cavalry Boots (+1). Froggy visor and bear boots… definitely a good look, but not really a hot one. REASONS YOU VOTED:

as a pianist and a visual artist im a big fan of hand eye coordination

hand eye cuz i always forget to dump points in that stat and that's what my brain told me to say

h/e c. not because of the shooting guns and shit. but because. yk. :))

hand/eye coordination#reaction speed is a close second#you know :)

perception all day every day baby#sensory#y'know?

perception… I guess.#I have yet to convince myself to start a game with high motorics so I don't think I've seen these guys at their best#but Noticing is sexy

Coming in at number 3 with 15% of the votes (100 overall) is Composure! Composure, to me, is THEE sexiest stat. Everything about them is so perfect to me. The ability to keep one's cool in a frantic situation. The hot hooked nose. The association with Kim. I could go on, but they got third, so I can't. They absolutely have what it takes to be sexy- but I do understand, keeping it together all the time would stop being sexy after a while. Ohhh, but breaking them would be so rewarding! I have to stop. They've got a strong visual appearance that is just. Chef's kiss. Good shit. Again, I think they deserve first, but our next two competitors are hard to beat. Their stat is boosted by Dynamic Winderbreaker Surf (+1), Polar Anorak (+1), Green Snakeskin Shoes (+1), Regular Black Jeans (+1) which is honestly just like. a good outfit lmao REASONS YOU VOTED:

i think i gotta go composure bc composure will fuck you the most out of any of these stats

composure#because the concept of composure failing to hold everything together#issssss hot sorry

composure bc thats kims highest stat thank you

"Composure. Dignity is sexy."

Coming in at number 2 with 19% of the votes (126 overall) we've got Interfacing! Finger-boy! Where as H/E is undoubtedly good with his hands, Interfacing has his specialty being toys and machines; the "prop" possibilities are endless. Uniquely capable in a way that the other motorics skills aren't- with items and machines, being able to wield proficiencies in The physical look of him in his portrait clearly shows an intent concentration with whatever he's interfacing with, hooded eyes, hands delicately poised to touch the surface. He's kind of got a beard thing going on too, maybe that's just how I'm perceiving it, but there's a bit of like. Wizened energy there? I can see that being sexy. Also, something something, the eroticism of machines. His stat is boosted by Yellow Gardening Gloves (+1) and Fairweather T-500 Gauntlets (+2). Kind of funny that his stat is only boosted by gloves.

REASONS YOU VOTED: "I picked Interfacing. Savoir Faire is another skill that I love but simply find silly. I also considered Composure, but that's another one that I find sad and sweet rather than sexy. Interfacing's detail-oriented nature is sexy to me in the same way as Visual Calculus (Also Interfacing is the most autistic skill and that adds a lot to the sexy factor /j)" "interfacing - good w hands" "Interfacing be doing something with their hands I guess"

interfacing <3#bc machines are sexy and interfacing is good with machines

I personally chose composure as my pick for sexiest but all of the Interfacing truthers are so fucking correct.#Unbelievably sexy. I got converted by the tags.

interfacing. the human body is a machine you have explored and know so well

it's gotta be interfacing#it's gotta be!!!!#the eroticism of looking at the body like a machine#of poking around someone's body like it's a machine. taking them apart just to find out how they tick#bonding with kim over machine facts!!!!#THE NICKNAME OF FINGERBOY!!!#COME ON!#IT'S INTERFACING.#IT HAS TO BE

interfacing#knows how to push my buttons???

I think interfacing is the fingering skill.

interfacing is by far the sexiest

interfacing!!!!!#can't explain why. i'm just right

interface with the hole

interfacing#interfacings whole deal is figure out how things work#interfacing could take u apart and put u pack together

And our winner for sexiest Motorics skill with 28% of all votes (186 overall) is Savoir Faire! I was, again, a little shocked at this one. Really? Torso-guy? Looks wise, he's not bad, all those arms definitely make for an interesting silhouette. But the real draw is entirely in the attitude. You can't deny the weight of his slimy, slick, disco seduction power. A smooth operator through and through. There's something to be said about the innate charm of a sleazeball- and this dude is just dripping with it! His stat is boosted by Oversized Superstar Sunglasses (+1) FALN Modular Track Pants (+1). Superstar sunglasses and gray sweatpants. God damn, Savvy. REASONS YOU VOTED:

glad savoir faire is winning… this torso!

savour faire#i will not elaborate#but.#wink wonk

savvy. hes got that slimy swagger

…And that's everybody! Some results were surprising, some were expected, but all of it felt. Educational. Would love to hear everyone's opinions on this lmao.

#disco elysium #i put way too much work into this #also tumblr ate this post like. so many times #almost threw myself out a window #i would have added the skills portraits as images but i couldnt get them to fucking work .#like the draft couldnt get saved. fuckkkk #so annoying. anyway #sexy skills. enjoy

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I’m trying something a little bit new today. A positivity post because I feel like shit now. For those of you who don’t know my ex broke up with me two days ago and I didn’t really feel anything about it. Turns out I had just numbed my feelings until it hit me on my dog walk today. So trying positivity to make me feel better.

@intothedysphoria is where I got the inspiration to do this. Max makes positivity posts when he feels down and it’s something I admire so much. He also writes such good disabled Harringrove content. Like I don’t even ship it and here I am liking all of the posts because I love it all. And he has been so kind to me on discord when I vented about the breakup. I know right now is a rough patch for you, Max but I just want you to know that you kind of feel like a positive force that teaches me brilliant chaotic gremlin things. Thank you for that!!

@hargrove-mayfields is so amazing too. EJ, you were the first person I have truly interacted with online for any fandom ever. I couldn’t have asked for a better person. You have been nothing but sweet and lovely to me, and though you don’t see my jumping up and down frantically whilst waving my hands in the air every single time we interact and especially when you let me get my grubby mitts on a fandom event (again), I kinda want to let you know I maybe do that. So thanks EJ for being amazing.

@skutter We have never interacted but this is a post to make me happy so I wanted to tag you. I really couldn’t believe it when you shared one of my posts for the first time. Because you are like the only other person who blogs about Red Dwarf I could find. And I barely get to ever talk or do anything about Red Dwarf with anybody my age because I’m really the wrong generation for classics like that but oh boy, your posts bring my so much happiness when I see them. Thank you so much for helping me indulge in a silly little brain rot I have.

Also tagging @shieldofiron, @carito-dorito, @salthat, @peachyaliien (who tumblr will not let me tag despite me literally opening her blog), and anybody else on the @disabledbillyandsteveweek discord (check out that tag for stranger things content) who let me be a bit of a mess over there.

A final thanks to my irl friends Abi and Ciara who will probably never know or see this post. You two have been so amazing over the past few days and I am so sad we are all leaving this weekend down our own paths. We will meet again at Christmas when we return from the land beyond (England is that hour plane ride away beyond). My DofE besties who have been with me for so long, I can’t wait to go out tonight which you two arranged beautifully just for me.

Ciara and I have been friends for 14 years, and boy have we been through thick and thin together. We might no longer be as close but I will always remember you for being my first crush and my closest childhood friend. Also the legend who said in response to my I think I’m autistic said yeah, we all knew that.

Abi, we met later but we have been inseparable since. From chucking things at each other, to me making fun of your height (you aren’t *that* short, our friends and me are just tall), and to being the crush who made me realize oh shit, I’m gay.

And to the frankly hilarious coincidence named Jay. You bastard. Why did Ciara have a crush on you and then Abi went on to date you now. Do I have to expect my ex to date you soon? Do I? Will you haunt my romances for evermore?

Anyway thank you to anyone who actually bothered to get up to this point. I see why Max does these now. I feel better.

#positivity tag #positivity #stranger things #red dwarf #just bear with me for this okay?#thank you

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ceilingfan5 · 5 months

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20 Questions for fic writers

Tagged by @holdmecloser-gandydancer

tagging you, the person reading this and wishing someone tagged you, yes you, i mean it

1. How many works do you have on A03?

total? 73. TAZ? 37. oh man. palindrome

2. What's your total A03 word count? 703,033 baby ive been here for Ten Years

3. What fandoms do you write for?

recently taz. before that, aftg, haikyuu!! etc. but man it has been taz for a While

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

OF TAZ WORKS (all my top 5 are old old) 1. Sticker Stars (of course) 2. Run Away With Me 3. Rub This On Your Body 4.Little Shop of Horny and 5. Apply Directly to the Forehead (one of my first taz fics!!) all of those make sense as contenders but i am surprised revenge plus one is #8

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i................have to be honest..........................................i'm so...sorry............

[id: a screenshot of "Inbox (3402)" indicating no, no I do not]

(please understand this is from years and years and years and years)

i pretty much only reply if i am directly asked a question i have an answer to or it makes me cry in a good way....not because i'm an asshole or because i don't appreciate them!!!! comments mean truly so much to me!! i just don't know what to say besides thank you, so i usually write an emphatic thank you on each chapter and hope people know i mean it.... please don't think i don't care...please............. i care so much

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

we don't do that here

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

“But like,” words fall out of Taako’s mouth before he can stop them. “Live your life, dude, go a little nuts, feel like a whole person, give me $200, participate in the universe, get your back blown out on demand, fucking-” he laughs. “Have a collection, experience joy, buy a cat, get diagnosed with autism, fall in love-”

“What was that last part??”

if that (from revenge plus one) isn't a happy ending what is (i'm hoping the people who care enough to read a post like this have either read it already or are going to go. oh my god i have to read revenge plus one tonight)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

no and if i did i would block and delete em, there's no time for that. fuck em. this is a joy pursuit (i would cry though. don't. what the hell. just close the tab like a normal person. someone MADE THAT.)

9. Do you write smut?

oh baby DO I

i do intend to write some more publishable stuff soon. most of my personal stuff has gotten Way Too Weird. but look out for some horny supervillain taakitz soon if thats your cup of hot chocolate with too many marshmallows in it 👀👀👀👀

10. Do you write crossovers?

sorry i am obsessed with one thing at a time.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

hope not! if so i cast a billion death spiders on them. smooch. partake in the joyous act of baring your soul via dumbfucks yourself, coward

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

once, i think? im not sure they finished

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

absolutely, some of my best stuff was originally rp!!! i am so sorry @holdmecloser-gandydancer @noodyl-blasstal for not continuing some super exciting projects, my brain is electric soup and my life is a circus. someday. someday we will play again. i must believe

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

if you did not expect taakitz i have 29+ fics you should read

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

everything is possible until you give up. so who knows!!!!!!!!!!! it sure does help to know there are people that will still read things if and when they are ever finished though

16. What are your writing strengths?

VOICE! dialogue. fun

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

planning fucking ahead

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

caution necessary but i mean live your life, just be aware of the err of google translate

19. First fandom you wrote for?

on ao3? wtnv

before that? squints. maybe homestuck or............no it was shakespeare

man. fuck

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

revenge plus one, probably, i miss living in it

nothing says passion like 90k and baby's first adhd medication!!!!!!!!!

really though please go read it. if you have 90k worth of attention and time and interest

also hey? in general? if you read this far? keep writing. and enjoy it. self indulgence isn't just nice, it's what makes life worth living. make for you, and then the comments and appreciation are bonus. snare a few friends in your web and you're living, baby

keep reaching for the stars

#ask game #hi guys it's been a bit my life has been insane and my brain has been pudding with chunks

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akanothere · 9 months

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About me

Part time fandom artist, full time clown.

20+, she/her.

DO NOT REPOST, EDIT, PRINT FOR COMMERCIAL USE OR BULK PRINTING

DO NOT FEED MY ART TO AI PLEASE

AI IMAGE GENERATOR USERS DO NOT INTERACT

TRACING& COPYING ARE FORBIDDEN AND BLOCKED. IF YOU ARE TOO AN ARTIST PLEASE RESPECT THIS UNIVERSAL RULE (UNLESS MEME/PARODY). “HIGHLY INSPIRED” WITHOUT CREDIT WILL BE BLOCKED AS WELL. MY HOURS OF HARDWORK AND BRAIN JUICE ARE NOT FOR YOU TO USE IN THIS WAY. I APPRECIATE THE LIKE BUT PLEASE DO NOT DO THIS

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, DO NOT FOLLOW.

THIS IS A MATURE BLOG OFTEN ENGAGING WITH DARK CONTENT, HOWEVER I STILL HAVE DNIs.

THIS BLOG CONTAINS NSFW, BLOOD AND GORE DRAWINGS, TONS OF TOXIC RELATIONSHIP AND OTHER TW (ALL PROPERLY TAGGED UNLESS I FORGOT ONE OR TWO. IF I DO PLEASE TELL ME!!!)

FULL DNI, DOS AND DON’T, FANDOM CONTENT WARNINGS BELOW. I AM BAD AT EXPRESSING SO IT GETS LENGTHY BUT UM HOPE IT CLEARS UP EVERYTHING

THIS USER DOES NOT ACCEPT INSULTS, VIOLENCE, ABUSE, SLURS, AND DEATH THREATS TOWARDS HUMAN IN REAL LIFE.

What to expect or not here:

⚠️VERY IMPORTANT

I can tolerate/will create darker themed content when it comes to Danny Johnson or Tom Riddle, as well as some other slashers or mature fandoms and villains. I would say this is NOT a safe blog (I mean come on those are bad guys what do you expect! Don’t be too delulu to a point you gonna make them a good guy). However I do not tolerate any form of violence, abuse and discrimination in real life. Seriously, get help if you come across to any of these.

All my darker artworks are NOT for you to follow irl (can’t believe I still have to say this in 2020s do people use their brains nowadays)— It is for me to explore darker concepts, trying to figure out how, for example, how people attracted by psycho criminals, WITHOUT using an existing criminal and hurting anyone irl. Bc everyone is FAKE, they don’t exist, it’s FICTIONAL. Also, to explore my own/seen traumas. I turn personal issues into NSFW kinks or simply dark shit etc, and cope with it as a fictional content. Not exactly the best idea I know but this keeps me sane and overthinking about the past irl. I do not tolerate death/abuse threats and insults towards human in real life, it’s stupid. And all of you should also keep every dark shit fictional content in fictional world. We do not need anymore crime irl thank you very much. Think before you act or talk. Fandom is not that serious to a point you wish death and suggesting violence upon someone.

For my Haikyuu or Naruto art those are mostly safe as hell (my opinion) just loving caring and tons of smooch smooch!😭💖 OMFG I MEAN BOKUAKA HOW YOU GONNA LOOK AT THEM AND THINK OF ANYTHING DARK HELLO EXCUSE ME

Generally I’m open-minded to all ships and kinks (even with complicated relationships where abuse are mentioned for plot reasons, or larger age difference), but l0lic0ns and ped0s you can do us a favour go fk yourself🖕😘🖕While I’m in horror movies fandom, I do not support real life criminals. If you do or even a delulu fan of them please stay away from every living beings, also fk you too🫶💓 I don’t engage with inc3st contents, however will bear it for past trauma, but will not read purely inc3st stories. Pseudo/step c3st sometimes okay (depends on context really). Also I draw& read& reblog dead doves, which contains different TW like abuse/non-con/dub-con, you have been warned!!!! If it’s dark content with NSFW, please only recommend me with characters at least over age of consent but much more better if they are of age coz tbh I’m more into adult relationships really ahem. DO NOT SEND ME CREEPY PED0 (UNDER AGE OF CONSENT) SHIT THROUGH “ASK ME”. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED AND REPORTED. Also usual DNIs coz I’m traumatised by how stupid they are considering I am the most stupid people on this planet— c0mmies/ z!onists/ transphobes/ TERF/ homophobes/ biphobes/ typical fujoshis who complains about hetero but do same shit if it’s gay, do not interact.

ABOUT NSFW OR COMMISSION— In all circumstances, I cannot and will not create NSFW art piece regarding minors under the age of consent. PLEASE DO NOT EVEN ASK COME ON DUDE…

Also I DO NOT accept any NSFW commission, even it’s purely about adult characters. Adult characters with a bit of suggestive content, maybe um okay base on context. If it’s a pairing or character(s) that is at the age of consent (not an adult), and is from NSFW story/series, but you wish to make SFW art, please check with me before commissioning. Coz sometimes I read darker content but really do not have the heart to draw it if it’s too much for me…However let me be clear again— ANY NSFW OR SUGGESTIVE ART OF MINOR CHARACTERS UNDER THE AGE OF CONSENT IS NOT OKAY FOR ME. I’M NOT COMFORTABLE DOING IT. DON’T EVEN BOTHER ASKING. PLEASE. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

I don’t post NSFW art directly (artistic nudes, maybe; explicit nudes? Nah). However, I talk nonsense/ adult jokes/ head canon on my socials, so please DNI if you are not comfortable with. I can’t check every single account before I reply, so minors and people who are not pleased with NSFW topics: if you see this post, do not engage with my posts even they are SFW. Sometimes posting slightly NSFW (aka suggestive) art or head canons directly, but will still tag it as NSFW.

I create art for my inner peace and needs. I cannot babysit and accommodate everyone, so, if you don’t like, don’t engage. The definition of “problematic ships” differs from person to person coz fk me people nowadays overuse this too much to a point idk what is & what is not…

Fandoms and ships

Dead by Daylight

Ghostface centric, Ghostface x OC/ x reader, sometimes GhostFrank, GhostMeg and GhostFrankMeg-the-daddy-issue-trio-poly

⚠️IMPORTANT: It’s totally okay to consume my version of Jed Olsen X OC content and imagining in your brain it’s you or whoever his S/O is, but I block people who draw my version of Jed with themselves/self-inserts/OCs, or generally drawing him. It’s a culture here: impolite to draw someone’s design without permission😭💦 So please don’t take it personally, it’s just me not comfortable with sharing my design of Jed with other people’s self insert/OC. Also I have many plans for him so when people draws him (even not a ship art), it might actually interfere with my WIP sketches and ideas which makes me so awkward like “should I continue when someone drew it already???” However I am glad many people like him! Thank you for giving him love he really doesn’t deserve it he belongs in the trash💥

PS. There are some designs out here alike which of course is fine, I do not own the character himself, but I‘ll stay away or block if it’s too alike/ overly referenced. I stay quiet about things I don’t like so unless shoving it in my face, I will just walk away🧍‍♀️💦Need not worry!

Haikyuu!!

BokuAka, sometimes Tsukishima centric and SunaKita

Harry Potter (Wizarding World)

Tom Riddle centric, Tomione. Casual: Tomarry, Drarry/Harco, Voldantonin, Antonmione, GGAD, SebOmi/OmiSeb, Sebastian Sallow x MC, Ominis Gaunt x MC, Seb+Omi+MC trio friendship.

⚠️I DO NOT SUPPORT JK ROWLING’S TRANSPHOBIC SPEECH. TRANS WOMEN ARE WOMEN. IF YOU CAN’T ACCEPT OTHERS HAPPINESS AND RIGHTS, THIS IS NOT A PLACE FOR YOU. FK OFF.

ALSO THAT ONE TOMIONE ANON WHO KEEPS ANNOYING WRITERS WHEN THEY WRITE FOR OTHER PAIR— DO NOT INTERACT.

Don’t follow me for ships. See me as a cheap ass £10 all you can eat cushion buffet please. No quality of art here. Just pure delulu and bad drawing skills.

Naruto

KakaSaku, ObiRin, ObiKaka and InoSaku.

⚠️Note that my main ship in this fandom is KakaSaku, but only when Sakura is of age and usually I ship them in same age AU. And I don’t ship them if they were very close as student and teacher before Sakura of age (it’s really weird). I also love them as platonically best friends, the way their personalities work together if they were born in the same generation, not the teenage-creepy-forbidden-love-in-classroom-gro0ming type of shit, in case you start wondering. If there’s no KakaSaku tag or it is described as “platonic”, it means that art is not a romantic ship art. There might be some head canon etc about teenage SKR having a crush on KKS or both of them feeling butterflies in stomach, but I will always prefer Kakashi not stepping over the boundaries in some close to canon AUs. He is a very nice person and would never take advantage of SKR, I think. It’s true crushing on older people like this happens irl, so I admire the storytelling, but OOC af if KKS lets himself be this low. If you are still concerned or feeling uncomfortable about this ship, please block me. ALSO DON’T RECOMMEND REAL FKED UP CONTENT TO ME that was the reason I stopped drawing coz mentally grossed out I had to stay away from the fandom for at least a while💀 I swear those KKSK doujins from like 15+years ago grossed me a lot if you know which ones you know… hell I don’t wanna spread those out no one should ever read that… would do anything to unsee the cover of those doujins MY FKING BRAIN WAS DAMAGED FK

Other games, films and anime

Who’s Lila?, Cube Escape & Rusty Lake series, Year Walk, Disco Elysiumc, Good Omens, Hotline Miami, Chainsaw Man, Golden Kamuy, Dorohedoro, any Kon Satoshi/ Ito Junji/ Wong Ka Wai’s creations, Horror and thrillers, Sci-fics

Fic recommendation lists

(Most of them are dark, dead doves and NSFW. Some are light and cracks! Read TW and tags. Read at your own risk.)

Danny x You/OC/SO

Tomione

#about my blog #about my art #not a safe blog for minors #but I can’t tag minors dni or else they can’t see this post and thought they can interact lmao #seriously minors dni

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riordanness · 2 months

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hey dear! Can I have ‘When Emma falls in love?’ For Pjo

Hello! Hello!

Here is my information!

Name: Anna Lee

Pronouns: She/her

Preference: Male

Age range: Any

Personality: I am an INTJ Slytherclaw, Aquarius and a Type 6 when it comes to anagrams. Lawfully Neutral. I am a huge overthinker and stress a lot with anxiety. People tell me that I can be blunt which results in people thinking that I can be cold but in reality I try to be a kind person when it is needed. I am a realist and many consider me to be intelligent, often asking me to help with their work. I’m incredibly passionate about things I like to do and have a thirst to know everyone’s opinions as I feel that if someone is left out. I’m a creative person but sometimes my brain just goes blank, I hate when it does. I have a really dry sense of humour that usually is a mix of sarcasm, fandom jokes or self degrading jokes. I'm an extremely stubborn person and have to be right about everything. From a young age, my parents were extremely strict and had expected the best out of me which resulted in me being an overachiever. I have to get things perfect or be the best at what I’m doing. I'm really sensitive, even some small harsh words are enough to make me teary. I’ve been called a crybaby because of that and to be honest, that is true. I give too much to other people since I’m afraid of saying no since what if they hate me? And I'm too scared to ask for help or to have something cause I think they will think I'm selfish and worthless. Not the best self esteem 😔 I love to listen to other people since I think not a lot of people have others that they can tell what they wish to say without getting judged or outcasted. But the problem is that I judge too easily too. As much as I want to show a good image to others and help them, I tend to focus on my own needs and how everything can affect me for the better or worse. I hate repeating things, especially in front of a big crowd. I daydream too much, my head always in the cloud. When I get excited, I speak really quickly and stumble over my words which I get embarrassed by and stop talking. I have a rosy view of how the world works—or more specifically, of the people I love. Like sometimes I point out the negative things in life but when with other people, especially those I love, I always see the goodness and beauty in everything. I am very sensitive, especially when it comes to my appearance and personality. I’m always afraid that people are constantly judging me or hate me, which is why I tend to avoid public spaces or being around people in general. When I get familiar with someone or a crowd, I’m not that afraid to state my opinion. I get jealous and possessive easily, like I mentioned my parents are strict meaning I got very few things of my own and those things only came to me because I tried so hard to get it. So when I see someone else with it, it just irks me off. I always make plans but I know I’m not going to complete them, I just like to imagine the future if I actually had motivation and energy to accomplish things. I can never start new things while completing old ones. I am also the oldest child and have 4 younger ones, another reason why I stress too much. I don’t think I mentioned this, but I get angry really easily. The slightest mistakes just pisses me off. I suck at short talks and starting conversations, it’s much easier to have lengthier conversations. I can never do presentations, I always get too nervous. Plus, my friends say my voice is really soft so no one ever hears me much, especially since I’m uncomfortable. When I get angry, my judgement is clouded. I am terrible at holding grudges. I would be upset at someone but the second I see them again, I feel normal and happy in a way. Probably said this before, but I’m a huge day dreamer and stubborn. I can’t concentrate on my work because I always get distracted and daydream about things I will never have. I normally appear composed but have a fiery temper. I really want to be a lawyer. My parents never let me use the internet much as a kid so I pretty much live under a rock but I am incredibly book smart.

Looks: Half-Korean and Half- White. I’m slightly chubby and curvy with a pear-shaped body (Double D cups). Upon seeing me, many people point out my eyes which are hazel with slight flecks of many colours such as green and amber being the prominent ones. Almond eyes that are doe-like and slightly turn up at the end but barely noticeable. I have a button nose and thin heart shaped lips. My face is round and my eye shape is almond. I am approximately 5’3. Two small moles are fixated on my right cheek and underneath my lip. Long dark brown hair that almost appears black but that solely depends on the lighting. My hair reaches my hips and is kinda wispy at the end. It’s usually on a ponytail with a few strands framing my face. My clothing style tends to be anything comfortable and classy. I prefer to wear black and colours that are darker, you will never find me wearing orange or neon colours.

Likes: Chocolate, Anime, Music, Food, Being right about something, Reading, Drawing, Strawberries, Smell of Rain, Sleeping, Being the Best, Baking and cooking (even tho I’m not that good at it) Daydreaming, Murder Mysteries, Romance, Long walks, Making Ocs, Fiction, Name hunting, Suits, Me, Pinterest, Spicy food, Sweets, Lavender and Indicolite, Aesthetics, and Flower Languages.

Dislike: Loud noises, Jerks, Prejudice People, Slow Walkers, People who chew loudly, Getting look down on, Insects, Studying, Fake People, Self-pity, Getting below 90% in a test, Snow, Overlysweet things, Going outside, and the feeling where your brain is blank and can’t tell what you feel like, Doing nothing all day and Tomatoes

Love Language: Physical Touch and Quality Time

Ideal Type: Pretty Eyes. Will always be there for me and not afraid to speak their mind. Honest and loyal. Someone I can call her best friend, I can be weird around them and they won’t mind at all,Yet they would still help me see the light at the end of the tunnel and tell me it’s okay, that everything is gonna be okay. I wouldn’t like ‘innocent’ people nor ‘kind’ people cause I feel like I won’t be able to connect with them based on my morality level. Will be attentive to my needs. Not necessarily loud but not quite, somewhere in between. I want someone who I can feel okay around, as if everything was fine. Someone who would help carry a burden with me, we are together in everything. A type of person who would wait for me when I’m tying my shoelaces.

Congratulations on the 400!

hii anna lee! tysm for this,, i instantly got my answer who’s i was reading and it’s clear as day to me that your ship is…

you + jason grace !!

you guys totally understand each other, both of you are a little bit too strict with yourselves and are overachieving, but when you’re together you can both take down those walls and just be yourselves. you both have the same kind of dry humour, but can easily switch between jokes and deep discussions. he’s your best friend, but he’s also your confidante. you just get each other. you both have the same love languages and you’re an a soy sucker for his pretty sky blue eyes.

here’s y’all’s playlist,, hope you like it <3

reading and daydreaming with jason grace

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multifanderwrites · 4 months

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| Previous Scene- Ruminations |

[I can’t fucking believe how long this took me to get to a place that I actually felt satisfied with, and made sense, and didn’t have so many OOC moments. Not sorry in advance for all the references to stuff that isn’t Star Wars. And you’re welcome to those who came from the fandoms that have been referenced here. But also sorry for the cringe and insane confusion]

{Palpatine’s Office}

(Enter four Jedi. Amongst them is Mace Windu, who leads them through the hallway towards the Sith Lord, who turns to face him) “Master Windu. I take it General Grevious has been destroyed then.” (As the four Jedi get in position) “I must say you’re here sooner than expected.”

(Master Windu takes his lightsaber out, prompting the other three Jedi to do the same) “In the name of the Galactic Senate of the Republic…” (Igniting the blades) “… you are under arrest, Chancellor.”

*anger* “Are you threatening me, Master Jedi?”

“The senate will decide your fate.”

[a meme. Once again, we have another meme] “I am the senate.”

“Not yet.”

(Palpatine stands… and uses the Force to pull out his lightsaber) “It’s treason, then.”

(He ignites his red blade… and does a fucking corkscrew spin through the air before slaughtering Agen Kolar. Then Saesee Tiin. For only a brief moment, Kitt Fisto is still alive… before he too is killed by a red blade. The fight is now between Windu and the Sith Lord. They duke it out through the hallway, having a brief moment where they struggle. It’s during this period that the Everdeen-Skywalker Extension arrives. As they run inside the building, Windu and Palpatine continue their duel. Even though Palpatine is far older, Windu is far more experienced with a lightsaber and knows several different ways to combat the attacks. They reach the window, which ends up breaking. They pay no attention to the wind, continuing to duel. And Windu gets the upper hand when he kicks his opponent in the face, causing Palpatine to drop his lightsaber. Palpatine acts cowardly, but Windu sees right through his ruse. Katniss and Anakin arrive just in time to see Windu pointing his lightsaber at the chancellor’s face) “You are under arrest, my lord.”

(Katniss can see through the ruse too) “Ani-“

(Anakin shakes his head, doesn’t want her to see him like this. Palpatine is ready to manipulate the situation) “Anakin… I told you it would come to this.”

(Katniss shakes her head) “Anakin-“

“I was right. The Jedi are taking over!”

(Katniss sees her brother grabbing his lightsaber, goes to stop him… but she suddenly keels over in agony. Like before, Katniss feels her brain being poked and prodded. But this time, the pain is much worse) “Ugh!”

(Windu doesn’t care for this drama) “The oppression of the Sith will never return. You have lost.”

(On Katniss, still hellbent on ensuring that her brother is safe from the evil in front of them) *Palpatine OC* “No. No! No! YOU WILL DIE!”

(Lightning shoots from Palpatine’s fingers, causing everyone to shield their eyes. Windu uses his lightsaber to deflect the lightning. Katniss forces herself to stand, still absolutely desperate to keep Anakin safe. The pain in her head is lingering) “Anakin.”

(He helps her stay upright) “I got you.”

“HE’S A TRAITOR!”

“HE IS THE TRAITOR!!!!!”

(Palpatine glances over at the extensions, knowing how risky it would be to separate them from each other) “I have the power to save the ones you love! You must choose!”

“Don’t listen to him, Anakin!”

“Your sister’s life doesn’t need to end! You volunteered to save her life! I can show you how to save her from her fate!”

(Katniss shakes her head) “No.”

“Your mind may change one day, my dear!”

“NO!”

“Anakin! Don’t let him kill me! Don’t let him kill me!”

(Katniss sees the lightsaber in Anakin’s hand, tries to grab it… but she is suddenly met with that awful pain in her head) *suffering* “AH!!!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

(Anakin’s eyes fill with tears, frightened by the prospect of losing his sister without even trying to save her) [it’s like poetry. It rhymes… but you’ll understand later] “Katniss?”

(Palpatine forms another idea in his mind. But he focuses on this moment) “Please! Don’t let him kill me!” (Apologies. I forgot to mention that Palpatine’s face is now scarred and deformed by his own Force lightning) “I can’t hold it any longer.” [🙄] *💀?* “I- I can’t- I- I am… weak.”

(Katniss fights through the pain in her head, looking at the man whose face is no longer recognizable. But she does recognize what’s happening here: a game) *President Coriolanus Snow Archive Audio, The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part One* “Miss Everdeen…” (Katniss knows for certain that she’s not projecting anything on this situation, but she doesn’t know why this memory is coming up right now. She didn’t even want it to come right now… but how could it possibly happen without her- That pain returns, stronger this time) “… you couldn’t run from this…” (She grits her teeth, gripping her head) “… any more than you could have run from the Games.”

(Anakin is torn between three sides: Master Windu, Palpatine, and Katniss. His protective instincts are stronger than ever- practically shrieking at him to get his sister out of this place and run away from here- but he’s increasingly concerned about the fact that the Jedi have been keeping secrets from him. And the man who has been a very important part of his life is about to die… with the secrets that could help save Padmè) *Palpatine OC* “I’m too weak. Anakin.” (The old man finally gives up, putting his hands down. The lightning disappears) “Help me.” (As he slumps) “Help me!”

(Katniss is running out of options, finding herself getting increasingly weak from the pain in her head. That… and her nose has started bleeding- No. That’s not blood, right? No. That is blood. It’s not a fatal amount, but it’s certainly a cause for concern) [absolutely not foreshadowing for Eleven or any of the other characters from Stranger Things. This is something else. We’ll get there] *🤕🤒* “Anakin… please.”

[sir, read the room. Read the fucking room] “I- I- I can’t… hold on any longer.”

(Anakin looks between the chancellor and his sister. He sees the blood coming from her nose, feeling the fear and confusion coming from her) [listen… I let the intrusive thoughts win here. I’m sorry. Please don’t get the wrong idea] *Erica, help* “Katniss, just hold on.”

(Master Windu is certainly wanting to get this whole thing over with, but it’s very clear that Katniss’s well being is at risk. Alas, the priority is the very dangerous man in front of his purple lightsaber) “I am going to end this, once and for all!”

*Anakin OC* “You can’t.” (On Katniss, feeling her body move on its own accord… but she doesn’t like where it’s going) “He must stand trial.”

*unknown feminine VO, in Katniss’s mind* “Watch… for the sake of reality.”

(Katniss’s back is now against the wall of the office, and she’s unable to get her body to listen to her own brain. So she’s forced to use her voice… the only thing she still has control of) *as much strength as she can muster* “Anakin.”

(Master Windu senses the intense pain and fear in her mind… and it’s not the same fear coming from Anakin, who says only two words…) “Trust me.”

“He has control of the senate and the courts! He’s too dangerous to be left alive.”

[lies. Lies everywhere] “I’m too weak. Ooh… don’t kill me. Please.”

[did I mention… the impact that can happen to the environment in which our characters visit/ reside in? I feel like I did] “Then we’ll have to put him on trial in a different court! One where he doesn’t have any control!” (On Windu, listening to this but still keeping watch of the Sith on the window sill) *Anakin OC* “We can take the chancellor to District Thirteen, in Panem! The people there will have no choice but to be impartial because they have no idea-“

(Katniss stops Anakin from making any more impulsive decisions, wanting to protect him from being punished by… well, it really doesn’t matter) “No! Anakin, that’s not going to work!”

“You negotiate with Coin, like you did for Peeta!”

“She won’t listen! She’ll just kill him anyway!”

[yes. I did this. But not to be funny] *these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane* “Enough is enough! I have had it with this discussion! I have had it with your interference in the ways of our world, Miss Everdeen! You come from an entirely different world than ours! I have been too lenient with you and your family, and this is clear to see! Anakin has been too attached to you, and it’s time for it to end!”

*weak Sith noises, question mark* “Anakin… remember… who the real enemy is.”

“Master Windu, it’s not the Jedi way!”

(Katniss groans, finally getting the strength to fight back against this unknown force that took over her body) “Anakin, we have to go now!”

(Windu really has had enough) “Stay out of this, Katniss!”

(Anakin has already made his choice) “He must live!”

(Katniss is halfway to her brother’s side when she feels her brain getting poked again) *unknown feminine VO, in Katniss’s mind* “This is what must happen. You can’t interfere now. I am sorry… but after this moment, your brother will no longer require you as his backer.”

(Windu is ready to put an end to the enemy. Said enemy cowers) “Please don’t.”

(Katniss grabs onto Anakin’s arm, but he pulls back) “I need him!”

“Anakin, don’t do this!”

(The purple lightsaber is raised, ready to slice Palpatine) “Please don’t!”

(One final time, Katniss tries to take Anakin away from this… but the whole scene suddenly starts to slow down. All… except Katniss. The pain in her head is now even worse than before, and the fabric of reality is beginning to break. Katniss suddenly realizes what she’s really been doing… and it makes her feel even worse than she ever did before. She decides to give up on trying to help her brother stay on the right path, which instantly causes the scene to return to normal. Anakin sees that Katniss is no longer by his side… which gives him the freedom to activate his lightsaber and make the most important but detrimental decision in his life) “No!!!”

(Just before Windu can slay the evil monster with his weapon, his hand is sliced off by Anakin Skywalker! It causes him to scream in agony. Katniss watches as Palpatine goes from weak… to insanely strong in seconds. The lightning shoots from his fingertips, aimed at the now defenseless Jedi who tried to kill him) *Ian McDiarmid, winner of both Olivier Award for Best Actor and Tony Award for Best Featured Actor in a Play, intensifies* “POWER!!!!!!!!” [interesting fact you might not have known: Ian McDiarmid was in the Shakespeare Company. So… no fucking wonder he murdered this role. You’re welcome] (Anakin and Katniss both watch this incredible display of the Dark Side of the Force, all the while feeling the sense of regret for their own actions that led to this moment. Darth Sidious, however, is indeed grateful for their decisions. He thrives upon the euphoria of being free to show his true colors. His evil, unapologetic, wretched, unforgiving self. His eyes are yellow, and his skin- still so distorted from his own Force lightning- only adds to his incredibly horrific appearance. It’s sure to give Katniss a new nightmare to dread having in the nights to come. Anakin glances over at his sister as he deactivates his lightsaber, then turns back to look at the vile scene before him: Master Windu is looking increasingly like a corpse as the Force lightning strikes him with a vengeance) “UNLIMITED POWER!”

(And with that- and this is not a pun- Jedi Master Mace Windu goes out the window, falling to his death [in the script, the office is twenty stories above the ground. It’s safe to say that this is definitely a canon death]. Satisfied with this, Sidious sighs and stops shooting lightning. Katniss is horrified, the blood from her nose is dried now. The pain in her head is gone, but she feels a pain even worse now. And this time, it’s not in her head: it’s a wonder I haven’t turned to the Dark Side. Meanwhile, Anakin is absolutely horrified by the things that happened just before now) *hayden Christensen intensifies* “What have I done?”

(As Sidious stands and walks to the Jedi traitor, he sees that the Mockingjay is still here. He doesn’t mind, of course. In fact… he prefers that she stays in the room. Anakin lets his lightsaber clatter to the floor, slumping in the chair behind him. Darth Sidious stands before the twenty three year old man, and his words make Katniss’s heart break even further) “You’re fulfilling your destiny, Anakin.” [ladies, gentlemen and nonbinary friends, introducing the conductor of the toxic gossip train. A groomer, a loser, and Satan] “Become my apprentice. Learn to use the Dark Side of the Force.”

(Anakin Skywalker’s heart pounds, feeling the shame washing over him: I’m sorry, mom) [listen… I’m sure this is not what he had in mind when he made that “I won’t fail again” eulogy. It’s not a head canon… it’s a fucking fact. That being said… Snow is an evil piece of shit] “I will do whatever you…” (Is that vomit coming up? No. No, he’s just out of breath, that’s all) “… ask.”

(Sidious grins) *ew, what the fuck is this tone??! ew!* “Good.”

“Just help me save Padmè’s life.” (On Katniss, feeling her head getting poked yet again… even though she has no intention of trying to stop this moment) *Anakin OC* “I can’t live without her.”

(Katniss grits her teeth, clutching her head as she feels her brain being messed with by some unknown force) *unknown feminine VO, in Katniss’s mind* “The damage here is incredibly bad. I’m so sorry, my child.”

(Sidious’s breath is raspy, almost demonic) [

listen: I needed to reference my silly angel demon hunter romance show, okay? Also, I should mention that Destiel gets a reciprocal love confession. You’re welcome. Also, the gays aren’t buried forever. Again, you are welcome] “To cheat death is a power only one has achieved, but if we work together…” (On Anakin, getting on his knees with an expression that really shouldn’t give me itty bitty butterflies in my tummy and sunshine in my heart… and makes me feel other things-) *Sidious OC* “… I know we can discover the secret.”

*sir… stop making me a thirsty bitch* “I pledge myself… to your teachings.” [I swear to god, I’m trying my hardest not to be so fucking thirsty… BUT THIS MAN!!!! 🥵😭]

(On Katniss, her nose bleeding again, but from a different nostril now) *Sidious OC* “Good.” (On Anakin, deep shame and guilt on his face. He looks away from the yellow eyes of his new master) “Good.” (Sidious is proud to say…) *incredibly demonic* “The Force is strong with you.” (On Anakin, completely submitting himself to the Dark Side) [seriously, look at him. He looks submissive as fuck! WHAT WAS THE REASON??!!!!!!!!]

*Sidious OC* “A powerful Sith you will become.” (On Katniss, trying really hard to ignore the pain in her head. She is desperate to save her literary brother) “Henceforth, you shall be known as Darth… Vader.”

[dum dum dum dum da dum dum da dum] “Thank you… my master.”

(Katniss sobs silently as the realization hits like a brick wall: she failed to keep her brother safe from turning into something that he wasn’t… just like Peeta. Sidious thrives on her pain, and he is looking forward to using her to his advantage) “Rise.” (Darth Vader, fallen Jedi Knight, stands. He looks over his shoulder, checking in on his sister. He notes the new blood coming from her nose, feels concerned immediately) *Sidious OC* “Because the Council did not trust you, my young apprentice, I believe you are the only Jedi with no knowledge of this plot.” (Sidious is now at his desk, now wearing a red robe) “When the Jedi learn what has transpired here, they will kill us… along with all the senators.”

[Shakespeare in the park. Doth mother know you weareth her drapes?] (The Sith Lord puts his hood up as Vader speaks for the first time since his dark baptism) “I agree. The Council’s next move will be against the senate.”

“Every single Jedi, including your friend Obi-Wan Kenobi, is now an enemy of the Republic.”

(Katniss’s face is pale, her eyes are barely able to stay open from all the blood coming down her nose. Vader can feel her strength wavering) “I understand, Master.”

[dude. Fuck you. All my homies hate you] “We must move quickly. The Jedi are relentless. If they are not all destroyed, it will be civil war without end.” (Vader feels the weight of this decision on his shoulders, but he listens carefully to his master) “First… I want you to go to the Jedi Temple. We will catch them off balance.” [the fucking irony here… BECAUSE YOURE TALKING TO THE CHOSEN ONE, WHO IS SUPPOSED TO BRING BALANCE TO THE FORCE!!!! I KNOW WHAT YOU DID, IT MAKES ME SICK!] (As his apprentice walks to him) “Do what must be done, Lord Vader. Do not hesitate. Show no mercy. Only then will you be strong enough with the Dark Side to save Padmè.”

(Vader’s heart is pounding with worry over his sister, who is now barely clinging to consciousness) “What about the other Jedi spread across the galaxy?” [like Ahsoka Tano, for example? Does she get to live? SHE DID NOTHING!]

“Their betrayal will be dealt with.” (Sits) “After you have killed all the Jedi in the Temple…” [minus two younglings. 🤫🤭😏 Was an accident but whatever] “… go to the Mustafar system. Wipe out Viceroy Gunray and the other Separatist leaders. Once more, the Sith will rule the galaxy! And… we shall have… peace.”

[oh, no, no no no. We’re not yet transitioning to the very triggering scene which I think it would be wise to skip if that bothers you. We need to address the little bird in the room] “Master… my extension is dying.”

(Oh. This would definitely ruin his plan for universal domination) “Yes. I would hate for her life to end here. Her family… and her friends… are too important. We cannot cut them down. The world nearly tore apart around us. That is why they are here, to protect us from that.” [to quote Mark Fishbach: You shut the fuck up (x4)! I hope you die in a fire! Shut the fuck up!]

“I don’t want to lose my sister-“

“And you won’t. Before you leave for Mustafar, confront her father. I have a feeling that he is behind her pain.”

“What do we do about the Doctor?”

“Nothing.” [wise choice, my evil guy] “I suspect he is merely a puppet in Peter Pan’s game… as are the rest of Team Mix-In.” [you motherfucking asshole. How dare you]

(Vader’s eyes fill with tears as he walks to Katniss’s weakened body, gently lifting her from the floor and holding her in his arms. He then turns to his master) “I will not fail you, Master.”

(Darth Sidious smiles, nods. He has no doubt about that) [🤡]

| Next Scene- The Execution of Order Sixty Six |

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