#by an old mutual who I don’t think is active anymore???

[pepprs]

idk how to reconcile my new self with my old self. also i fucking hate waiting. GRAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[cyphertaehyungie]

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[carmenized-onions]

The Other Shoe | Consultation

logline; old wounds tend not to heal, if you don't let them. but, there is hot chocolate, and love. so perhaps that's enough.

[!!!] series history, this is the seventh; First, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth

Spotify Playlist, if you like to listen while you read. I listen to it when I write :) Constantly gettin’ added to. Finally got Hozier on here. Don't know how that took me so long.

portion; 3.1k

possible allergies; two absolutely garbage mental states of people who are NOT over Mikey or the way they've been treated. Bunch of self-loathin, the whole lot.

pairing; Carmen ‘Carmy’ Berzatto & Fem Reader (no pronouns!)

Took me a minute, new jobs goin' well though!! This one took a lot of stewing, lmao. Lot of staring and thinking. We'll talk after, but SO many alterations were made lmao.

It has been three weeks since you met Carmen in a freezer.

Six days since you were at his apartment. Ish.

Roughly forty-three weeks since the worst day of your life. Doesn’t feel like it.

In five days, you’ll have the second— Well, maybe third or fourth, worst day of your life.

But today is Monday, and you don’t know what’s coming yet.

It’s just after one in the morning, and you wake up to a phone call. Carmy. Yes, do not disturb was on. Yes, you’d set him on priority access— Which most people would find very cute and intimate, and it is— But he’s not the only one. It’s not a limited feature for people you want to kiss. There’s Syd, Richie, …Mikey…

Cause when is the right time to delete a dead friend’s contact info? It’s not right now. You know it’s not right now. And it probably won’t be tomorrow, either.

Phone call. You’re getting a phone call.

“Carm?”

“…”

You stir a little, bit, when there’s no reply, brain dehazing. “Carmy? Everything okay?”

You hear the beep of the phone call being ended. No way he butt-dialed you, right? You’re awake. You’re so awake. This feels all too familiar, and that's not a good thing. You immediately open your phone to text him, by the time you get to his contact, he’s already texted you. Actively texting you, in a rapid, manic succession.

‘fuck’

‘sorry’

‘you were supposed to be asleep’

Hm.

‘talking to a person hard right now?’

‘yes’

‘you’re so smart.’

‘easier to talk to robot you.’

‘wowwww’

It’s hard to write funny, right now. It’s hard to act like yourself, right now. You’re not sure how you’re doing it.

‘not what I meant’

‘I know. You’re you.’

‘you wanna send a voice message maybe?’

‘it’s fine. I’ll text.’

You give him time, you expect a paragraph since he’s taking so long, but instead you get,

‘can’t.’

‘carmen.’

‘I like you so much.’ Oh be still your stupid heart.

‘feeling is mutual.’

‘I can’t make my problems the only reason I talk to you’

Is that true? Fuck, that's kind of true, isn't it? But there's the puzzles! And there's been phone calls!

‘You talk to me for other reasons’

‘yeah. But it’s mostly problems’

‘with me.’

‘eh. Not really. Walk-in was you, toilet was Mikey, Nat had a baby, I’d consider the oven a shared problem of you and Syd’

‘oven was my fault’

He types for even longer this time. It’s hard not to interrupt him. When you start to type, he sends.

‘can I come over?’

‘I know it’s late’

‘I’ll come pick you up.’

‘no’

‘I’ll walk. I’ll be there in 20.’

‘it’s not a problem to pick you up.’ It's a problem if he doesn't let you pick him up.

‘I know.’

‘promise I just wanna walk. Get air.’

God, why are your fucking hands shaking he just wants to walk. He just wants to walk. Why can’t you bring yourself to believe people when they say that anymore?

Everything’s normal. It’s been a good six days for Carm, you know that it’s been a good six days. Everything's normal. You’ve kept a puzzle streak every morning, you’ve called him some nights, he’s called you some nights. He’s had a good week. He told you so. Everything's normal. You’ve vaguely flirted in that extremely sexual yet completely nonsensical way new situationships do, via text. People don’t do that when they’re on the brink of death, right? Everything's normal. Stop playing with your pendant. Relax. Put a shirt on. Stop being so fucking paranoid. Stop typing—!

‘can you do me a favour’

‘anything’

‘can you turn your location on for me’

‘not to be invasive. You can turn it off when you get here, I—’

Before you can even finish typing your explanation, let alone send it, he sends his location, trackable. He’s already walking.

‘be there in 18.’

You watch, with bated breath, his little contact photo bubble marching across Chicago to you. You make yourself mildly presentable and make hot chocolate on the stove—Gotta use milk, for Carmen— For when he comes to you, out of the cold. Because he’s going to come to you. He’s gonna be here. He’s gonna be here. You know that because you’ve been keeping your phone screen open and only look away to ensure you don’t pour milk on your stovetop and to blink.

He's here in eighteen minutes. You think if you had a stop watch going on, it’d be down to the millisecond. You open the door for him, before he can even knock. You watched his bubble walk up to your door. No point in waiting. You need to see him.

He’s breathing heavy. Held tight in his fist is a bundle of flowers— Importantly, not a bouquet, a bundle of flowers—Like, roots still on a few, visibly yanked out of the ground. Though seemingly from different gardens, since there's quite a variety. He looks at you, then down at the flowers, then back to you.

“I— I stole these.”

“Had a feeling.” You wave your hand for him to come inside, he does. “Are you okay?”

His steps falter, he seems downtrodden. You take the flowers, and then take his hand. He hesitates to speak, but he’s really trying to say fucking something. You squeeze his hand, it seems to help.

“I—” He swallows the spit caught in his throat. “I didn’t know— I— No. No, I did know— I knew the one place I had to come was, here. Had to go somewhere.”

You nod, you look over him. Silently doing a wellness check. You’re panicked. You’re so panicked. But he can’t know that. This is about him. You’re the one that takes care of people. He’s clean. He smells like Old Spice and you. He’s a little cold from the walk, he didn’t wear a jacket, but he’s warming up fast. He looks tired but not exhausted, which, for Carmy, is kind of as good as you’re going to get. He didn’t have the energy for a phone call, but he had the energy to come over and talk to your face; his social battery is wonky, but that’ll fix with time here. Is he hungry? That’s hard to tell on looks alone.

“You wanna talk about it, Bear?”

He nods, head down. Can’t look at you. You gently pull at his hand for him to follow you into the kitchen. “Made hot chocolate. You a marshmallow or whipped cream guy?”

His eyes are glassy, and his mood itself doesn’t change, but he does swiftly lift his head up to look at you with an incredulous, curious half smile. “You don’t do both?”

“I find it gets a lil’ busy. But I like the tiny marshmallows that come with the mix with whipped cream—”

“You gotta do actual cocoa.”

You roll your eyes. “I don’t like my hot chocolate to actually be rich. I want sweet.”

“You’re breaking my heart.”

“Good thing I’m a repairman, then.” You deadpan. He does actually seem to glow a little bit, at that. You repeat, hand full of flowers resting on your hip. “So both?”

“Both.”

He calms you down so easily, even when really, he was the oncoming stress— Or rather, your perceptions. He clears static for you, without effort. You nod, letting go of his hand— Slowly, withdrawing, like a silent promise that you will be back. You grab a paper towel and wrap the flowers in them, setting them down on the counter. You’ll plant them later. Honestly, kind of a better gift for you and your green thumb than a bouquet would be.

You turn to your oven to stir the pot of hot chocolate— Can’t have any fuckin’ clumps for Mr Michelin over here. Speaking of Michelin, he sidles up behind you and puts his head on your shoulder, hands hovering as if he’s going to hug your waist but simply cannot bring himself to.

He mumbles into your shoulder. “I lit my oven on fire.”

Ah. The oven was his fault. That's what he meant. When you pause and try to turn, that’s when he hugs you, holding you in place. “Please don’t look ‘t me.”

You take a deep breath, and continue to stir the pot. “Okay. I’m listening, not looking.”

“I did— I did it in my sleep. Not the first time. I think, I think they’re night terrors? But I don’t, don’t scream or nothin’— I don’t say shit actually. I don’t think.”

God, he’s insecure, even now, about how crazy you’ll think he is. Like telling your therapist everything that’s wrong with you except for the stuff that they might hospitalize you for. God, does he treat you like a fucking therapist? He’s awful. He’s awful for you. He’s awful for anyone. It doesn’t matter that you’re different— The common denominator is him. He’s a fucking piece of shit—

“I wake up screaming sometimes.” You reply, so softly. You feel his short nails dig into your sides just slightly for a second as he remembers where he is. He’s over your shoulder. No one’s over his. “Happens to the worst of us.”

You grab two mugs from the cupboard— Reaching with the arm he’s not leaning on. “Did you put it out or should I be calling my former C-F-D crew?”

“I put it out.” He notes your mugs. They’re mismatching. One is definitely handmade with messy floral patterns, the other a tourist trap Chicago mug.  They’re perfect. “I—I was cooking something, in my sleep— And then— Then the fire starts.”

You ladle the hot chocolate into the mugs— Usually you’d just pour it straight but you don’t want Carmen to watch you inevitably spill half of it on your counters. You nod, “Do you dream that you’re cooking?”

“K-Kinda? I’m not cooking, I’m the Head, the expediter— And, and my Exec is over my fucking shoulder and he’s— Just in my head.” He swallows, thinking of how to explain without explaining. “And then I wake up, and there’s a fire, and I watch it grow, and I think about what it would mean if I just let it, and how I’d want it to.”

“And then you put it out?”

“And then I put it out.”

“Do you wish you didn’t?”

“I don’t know. And it’s fucking with me. ‘Cause— ‘Cause things are really good right now.” You tense under him, and he knows it’s because you don’t believe him. “They are, they really really are. Sug bein’ away is… not easy, but, it’s, it’s okay—”

“Carm.” Your tone is so accusatory.

“It’s the same nightmare it used to be.” He doesn’t hesitate to correct as soon as you question it. He cannot lie to you. For one, you see right through him. For two, it’s you. You’d rather know he’s insane. For some reason. “It’s been hard. I— I know fuck all, about business, and, and we can’t afford to hire a fuckin’ replacement right now because we owe so much fucking money or the whole thing caves— But it’s— It’s been good.”

You grab a handful of mini marshmallows, splitting them between the two mugs. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nods into your shoulder. “Everyone is… happy, right now. It’s not always fuckin’ breezy but— Everyone’s, everyone’s okay. And I have somethin’ I can actually be proud of, right now. And I have— I — You’re around. N’ that, that has been good. For everyone.”

You hum. Heart full, at that. You awkwardly shift to your fridge, waddling like a penguin instead of turning, as not to disturb Carmen, he chuckles against your shoulder. “You can tell me to fuck off, y’know.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want you to.” You hug his arm to you. This makes him squeeze just a little tighter. You pull out a half-empty can of Reddi-Wip, shaking it violently, as instructed. “Say when.”

You hover the can over the tourist mug, he shakes his head. “Other one.”

He wants the handmade one. Your fingerprints are grooved into the handle. You ignore how insane this makes you feel, and spray whipped cream into the handmade mug. You’re waiting for him to say when.

It’s getting to a concerningly tall pile, at this point. You feel him swallow. He finally says the quiet thought out loud.

“I think I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. Even in my sleep, I know it’s coming.”

You nod, you stop spraying. You think on it for a beat. You opt to be honest. “I am, too.” You nod. “I am, too.”

“What’d’you think it’s gonna be?”

You feel your neck flare red and hot, guilty. Horrifically guilty. Lifesaver. You spray whipped cream into your own mug. You don’t really want both whipped cream and marshmallows, but it’s a good way to disguise how shaky your hands are. You take a deep breath.

“Think you’re gonna realize I’m not as good as you think I am.”

He kind of, tugs at you, pulling you closer to him, as if to rebuke thee. “You’re very good, Tony.”

You just hum in reply, once again, the pile of whip cream grows— It sputters, and basically nothing is coming out, but you can’t bring yourself to move, so it continues to struggle. He lets you do this, for a moment, before softly, questioningly speaking your name.

You just hum, again. Everything’s fine. Everything’s normal. This isn’t even about you, this is about him. “I’m good.”

“You are.” He declares, like it’s law. He grabs the empty can from you hand and puts it on the counter, then turns you around to face him. You keep your head down, there’s every chance you throw up and die if you— “Look at me.”

“I know—” He does not give you the chance to excuse yourself, he grabs your chin, softly, but still, forces you to look at him.

“You’re very good.” Too much eye contact. Too close. Too sincere. Too much— “Too good, too good for anyone.”

Too good for him. You, of course, don’t think that. But that’s exactly why you’re too good. “I’m not gonna change my mind ‘bout that.”

“…Hope so.”

Carmen can see it, now. The way your jaw clenches, how you’re looking past him, not at him. The way you mirror how he imagines he looked in the walk-in, to you. He decides to take a page out of your book, and hugs you close. “Know so.”

Your chin hooks over his shoulder. You stare down the hall of your apartment, brain somewhere else. He stares over your shoulder at the hot chocolates, whipped cream slowly melting and overflowing onto the counters.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asks, and you can’t help but smile at the ridiculousness of it.

“I—It’s not—This about you, not me—”

“It’s both. It can be both.” The shared burden.

You sigh, putting your arms around his shoulders. “…I’ll talk about it eventually, I promise. Just not… Ready—Right now.” You’re not ready to risk him no longer liking you. You need a little more time to be selfishly avoidant. “Eventually, though.”

He nods. He gets it. He does it.

“How do you think the other shoe’s gonna drop? If it does?”

This was the exact question he didn’t want, but you answered it, kind of, and that means he has to answer it, kind of. He relaxes his hold on you. “Think you’re gonna see me when I’m— When I’m not me— When I’m— I’m like, like my fuckin’ family.”

When he’s angry. When he yells. When he’s mean. When his crises don’t take the form of hibernation. When he’s frightening.

“Think once you realize, you’ll leave, and it’ll all leave with you.”

When he said that everyone’s happy at The Bear, he knows it’s because you’re back in the atmosphere. You bring a lightness that he never could, that he always envied in his brother. He honestly needs to break something at The Bear to get you to come in soon, because it’s been two weeks since you made everyone coffee, and your presence is only finally starting to wain in power. He really needs to start paying himself so you can get on bar.

“I don’t love being yelled at, certainly.”

You know what acting like his family means. Mikey used to do it. When things got bad. And while you got better and better at being understanding, still never managed to keep yourself from tearing up. “But it’s nothing that would make me leave. Nothing that’s not worth it.”

Jesus Christ. Jesus fucking Christ. His bad side, his anger, his violence, his teeth, the parts of his functionality that he hates, you consider worth dealing with, for the sake of the rest of him.

It reminds him, of a question that’s been on his mind for a while now. His chin digs into your shoulder, a little bit. He swallows.

“Do you really not think taking care of people is a lot of work?”

You frown, thinking about it. It is a lot of work. It’s exhausting work, rotten work, to take care of people.

“It is a lot of work.” You tilt your head, kiss his clothed shoulder. “But it’s just pure instinct, to do. “I care therefore I care, or somethin’.”

“What a poet.”

“Fuck off.”

You both laugh; then comfortable silence. He’s the first to break it. “You’re good.”

“We’re both good.” You pull back to look at him. Nothing has truly been resolved, and yet he looks more at peace. Thank, God. You’re doing a good job. You’re not failing again. “You wanna go drink these barely warm hot chocolates in my bed and pass out?”

“Please.”

Carmen never turns off his location, and he never will. He doesn't ask why you want it. He takes advantage of the whipped cream on your nose and the severe lack of napkins in your bedroom when he can. He replaces the Cubs jersey wearing bear in your arms, that night. He hopes he will forever, he's pretty sure he won't.

In five days, this Friday will be the worst Friday of your lives.

But neither of you know that yet. The painting is still not finished, he hasn’t yelled at anyone around you yet, Carmen still doesn’t know about the necklace you’ve tucked under your shirt every day for the past year.

The other shoe still hangs in the air; but not in your bed.

You pray it’s fall will not wake the bear.

FUCK bro.

It was tough writing in a way that was coherently incoherent. Like, neither of these two want to talk about their problems, so they are vague, but I know what the fuck is going on-- And hopefully you kindddaaa get what's going on?? There's still a little mystery I'm holding on for myself, hehehe. I'm very curious if anyone has theories by now tbh. What's this hidden part of Tony's life!!! They're usually so open!!! So what's this shit!!!

I cut out like a WHOLE 300 words of them doin' a smooch because it just made no fuckin' sense. They're both in emotional hell, couldn't force it, even if I wanted it. But there was the cuddlin' and nose kissin' in bed. So I think that's a good caveat.

But the most insane part of this chapter for me, and you'll see later, THIS chapter and the next,,,,, 3 chapters? Were all gonna be ONE. I know. Nuts. I was essentially gonna format it like all snippets of this one week, because as we know, Fridays gonna be the worst friday! But I realized like a quarter way through writing this one, that it simply couldn't just be a snippet. It needed to breath as it's own full thing. As did the next 3 chaps. I think they'll be a lot more digestable this way and also it won't force me to hole away for a fuckin month writing it without giving you a single morsel of content.

Anyways, tell me what the fuck you THOUGHT!! I'm excited to hear thoughts, hopefully all good ones~~~

Next Part

[eddiediazismyhusband]

Buddie in S8 and Slow Burns:

so those of you who follow me or see my posts popping up in the buddie tags know that i am still apprehensive of believing that we will actually get buddie canon in s8. tim has done too much to destroy my trust in him as a writer, and the show has baited us with buddie far too many times for me to easily take anything as a “clear/obvious sign that buddie is happening” when it is just as likely that we are being clowned yet again

that being said, IF we get buddie canon, it needs to happen fairly quickly. I have seen a lot of people saying things like “I don’t want buddie to go canon until the s8 finale” which, i disagree with.

I know a lot of people are saying this because they want a mutual pining era, but i don’t think these people are grasping the fact that if they waited until the finale, that is 18 episodes of tv to fill with something of substance for buddie. Another eighteen episodes; almost eighteen hours of tv. Even with a mutual pining era, that is far too long for them to continue dragging this story out.

Yes, i know that if they are going for a slow burn, that that takes time, but good lord it’s been 6 seasons of actively building up to a relationship… they’ve had six years of stalling, they need to go ahead and fucking commit to it, not take 18 more agonizing episodes of them dragging their feet. If you commit to them having acknowledged feelings for each other, they don’t need more than one or two episodes of mutual pining before it would start getting old.

realistically, we could have a fully fleshed out queer arc for eddie AND mutual pining leading to buddie canon within 8a. 8 or 9 episodes is MORE than enough time to build up to that with what they have to work with— they’ve reached the point for conceivably going canon so many times that it feels like there isn’t any build anymore; it feels like they’ve parked the bus a half mile from the station, and have started doing a thorough inspection on all the parts after driving almost the whole distance.

i know we love drama and angst and slow burns— that’s the appeal of buddie as a ship; but this slowburn has been way beyond fully cooked since s4, and there is no need to keep cooking it (unless they’re just baiting us, which in that case we need to decide when enough is enough and call it a day on this show)

this is not a fanfic that has no expiration date. this show isn’t going to last forever. i ship buddie because i want to actually see them navigating a relationship— i don’t ship them to be edged for 7 years just for them to go canon for one singular episode. i want to see them bask in each other’s love, i want to see them living together with the happiness they’ve been chasing their whole lives, i want to see them encounter speedbumps, and go through hardships together. That is why i ship characters. The chase is fun for a while, but I actually want to see what happens once the chase is over, and them going canon in the last episode is not narratively satisfying to me, and at this point feels like a copout for the writers.

We don’t know how long past s8 this show will last. we don’t even know if we’re getting a s9, let alone more. it’s already unheard of for tv shows to reach this longevity post-2016, we can’t just go into each season assuming that we still have all the time in the world for them to give us buddie. the reality is we don’t have all the time in the world, and this is the make-or-break season.

we don’t need 18 more episodes of stagnant growth. if they’re going to give us buddie, they need to stop dragging it out and just give it to us if they actually intend to, not cop-out and give us a last minute kiss in the season/possible series finale.

anyway, getting off my soapbox for now, but i just wanted to get those thoughts off my chest.

[curlyangelsblog]

✿ Yandere!Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader ✿

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„Aww come on ten ten don’t be such a sore loser“ you giggled into his headphones.

„yeah whatever“ was all he mumbled back with a blush on his cheeks which you couldn’t see. You and Tomura, or Tenko as he introduced himself to you, have been gaming together for 2-3 months now. You guys met in some sort of chat room and have been hitting it off ever since. You not only game together but also talk on the phone for hours on end about Friends and Family , personal stuff and obviously gaming. Well you more then him. He love listening to you ramble. Your cute voice and addicting laugh.

„It’s getting kind of late ten ten (you’re the only person that gets to call him that) I have work early in the morning but it was nice talking to you“ you giggled. It really was you always felt like he was the only person that understood you. And he felt the same maybe even more but he wasn’t ready to admit that.

„Sleep well ten ten !“

„You too“

Was all he said and that was enough for you. You always knew what he was intending on saying and what he meant.

—————— next day—————————————————

From [y/n] : Hey Tenko you ready to play r/g (random Game) again ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა♡ ?

To [y/n] : sure

You were actually really good also a reason why he liked playing with you besides your cute voice. It was getting kind of frustrating that you were so good. Not to mention you were enjoying yourself quit a bit and making little remarks about how bad he was.

„Ok now your not THAT good“ he said

„I only won four times in a row didn’t I“ you said cheekily.

„Yeah yeah whatever“

„Well maybe you can learn a couple of things from me if you would watch me play“

What did you mean watch you play. Did you stream ? You guys have been talking about all lot of stuff but jobs and other hobbies have never really been topic. You did send him pictures before so he kinda knew what you looked like. You were the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. But all he said that he didn’t need to watch you.

„Here is the link to my channel if you ever change your mind“

Tomura could feel how his heart sped up and a blush was creeping on his skin. He had to suppress the urge to click on the link and watch you stream. He had recordings of your voice which he listens to every night and the pictures you send him which he looked at when he felt down or when he did other things… But it wasn’t his fault that he got hard looking at you. You were just so beautiful to him.

„Buuut let’s finish this round I’m getting kind of tired ten ten“

„This time I’m gonna beat ya“ he said chuckling. The excitement and the images of you streaming shot right to his member. He wondered if you were one of those who wore slutty clothes and took money from old men. He was gritting his teeth trying not to make a sound. It excited him being able to see you more often it wasn’t enough to just see your pictures anymore he needed more. He won the round and he let out an excited “yes!” Which made him blush a little bit he was still a little awkward about showing so much emotions. You like it tho it was cute the way he got excited. You grumbled in response to loosing against.

“Well I can’t lie that was pretty good ten ten”

You guys logged off for the night. And as soon as the call ended Tomura clicked on the link as fast as possible. The link led him to your stream account it was as he imagined all pastel and pinky it was so you . The brightness stung in his eyes but he was too eager to look away. You were at almost 350k follows how has he never seen you. Well looking through you content you did play games you two liked to play but the majority of you content was games he wasn’t too familiar with. He clicked on one of your videos. The latest one of your streams. You greeted you viewers with a little wave and that cute smile of yours. He couldn’t look away. He had to have you…

[yaimlight]

Pairing: pro hero Bakugou Katsuki x gender neutral reader

Warnings: a hand full of swear words and the briefest most non-descriptive mention of sex having happened at some point

A/N: happy mandatory declaration of love day, here have some fluffy goodness just to show how much I care about you 😘

Katsuki is naturally suspicious of the box that’s been left on his desk.

It’s small, the box a dark green, so dark in fact that it’s borderline black and wrapped in a burnt orange ribbon that had been neatly tied into a bow. There’s no name, no card attached to say who it’s for but it’s got to be for him. It’s on his desk and in his hero colours so who else would it be for. What he can’t figure out is who would be stupid enough to even attempt to confess to him.

He’s not exactly been quiet about his dislike for the overly romanticised holiday, even going as far as blowing up the heart themed decorations the office manager had tried to put on his desk. It was a well known fact that Katsuki didn’t go in for all that romantic crap at the best of times so why someone would think that he would be into the whole Valentine’s Day, declaring who you like with chocolates was beyond him. Especially considering they hadn’t even stuck around for Katsuki to tell them where they could shove it. Now he was actively going to have to go look for this person so he could turn them down unless they think his silence is some form of acceptance.

“I see someone’s got an admirer.” Katsuki flicked his eyes up at the familiar voice, watching as you perched against the edge of his desk and clearly amused by the situation Katsuki found himself in. He was glad someone was finding the funny side of things because Katsuki most definitely wasn’t. Grunting he turned his attention back to the box, glaring at it like that would get it to reveal its secrets. “Oh come on, don’t be like that. It’s just a bit of fun and I know you’re not against having a little bit of fun, Kats.” Your slightly suggestive tone had him glancing up at you again, just in time to catch you winking at him. He hated that he could feel himself blush at your teasing reminder of what the two of you had been doing just that morning.

The two of you had been sneaking around for a while now. It had been a mutual decision to keep your relationship a secret, neither of you wanting to complicate things at work and considering it had started out as a friends with benefits deal it had seemed like a logical choice. The problem was that the two of you had genuinely liked each other and what had started off as just something physical had quickly become one of the most important relationships in Katsuki’s life. Hell, he even wanted to introduce you to the old hag and if that didn’t say how much he loved you then the only thing he had left was to propose and considering he couldn’t even get you to agree to go public that might be a step too far.

He had asked you a couple of weeks ago about it, the two of you curled up on his couch and watching some rubbish low rent horror movie that neither of you had been paying attention to. You hadn’t said no but you hadn’t said yes either, just asking him why he wanted to make it official now. Katsuki had done his best to explain but he wasn’t exactly good at talking about his feelings. He thought he had gotten it all out there, the fact that he was ready now and he didn’t want to hide anymore. That he was fed up with people asking you out and flirting with him like neither of you already had someone to come home to. He wanted to be able to walk down the street holding your hand, wanted to go to parties and get togethers and actually stand next to you instead of having to pretend you were nothing more than friends from work. Most importantly though he wanted you in his life, always and not just when the sun went down or you managed to steal an odd moment together amongst your busy schedules. He just wanted you and he didn’t care how sappy and love sick that made him sound. It was the truth and that was all that mattered.

He had thought you had understood and were on the same page as him from the dopey smile you had given him before crawling into his lap and proceeding to kiss the air out of his lungs. The two of you had made love that night, holding the other close and whispering your devotion into the other's skin. It had been nigh on perfect and Katsuki had woken up the next morning feeling happier than he had in a while and already imaging the shocked looks on his idiot friends faces when he told them you were his. Except he had never gotten to witness that because nothing had changed between the two of you.

There had been no big revile, no declarations of intent, not even a subtle kiss and ‘I love you’ in front of your friends. There had been nothing to even suggest you wanted to change how things were between the two of you and Katsuki was at a loss at what to do now. He didn’t want to push, especially if you weren’t ready but for the first time since you had started this thing between you he didn’t feel like you were on equal footing and he really didn’t like it. Add to that the fact you apparently weren’t all that bothered by the fact he was getting confession chocolates on Valentine’s Day and he was starting to think he really had misjudged how serious you were about him.

“So you opening it or what?” You nodded towards the box, looking way too relaxed for his liking and Katsuki wanted to throttle you for it. Did you really not care that someone else was interested in him or were you just that confident that he wouldn’t ditch your confusing ass? Would deserve you right if he made a big thing out of it, looking for his mystery admirer and giving people the impression that he was actually I trusted in them. Maybe then you would take all this seriously and actually give him a definite answer about going public or not. It was fine if you didn’t want to. Well, no, it wasn’t fine but Katsuki was willing to deal with it. He liked you enough to wait for you to be ready to take that step, just for a little longer anyway.

Grunting Katsuki leant forward, snatching the small box off his desk before sinking back into his chair. He doesn’t look at you as he tugged the ribbon off, throwing it carelessly to the side so he can yank the lid off the stupid box. He’s expecting to find some crappy store bought chocolates, maybe a card that would tell him what idiot he needed to put back in their place. That wasn’t what he found though when he pulled the lid off and chucked it back onto his desk.

Katsuki takes the shiny and new looking key out of the box, a plastic heart shaped keychain hanging off it with a photo of you and Katsuki on it. It’s from one of your first dates, you having convinced Katsuki to go to a rage room that required him not to use his quirk for once. It had been a surprisingly fun night and the first time Katsuki had stayed the night at yours instead of sneaking off after the main event. You're both dressed in overalls, safety goggles on top of your heads and ear protectors hanging around your neck and a scene of disruption behind you. You’ve both got your tongues hanging out of your mouths, eyes scrunched up slightly as you flip the camera off. It’s a good memory, one Katsuki hasn’t really thought about in a while but that doesn’t stop his chest getting uncomfortably tight at the reminder.

Face blank and still struggling to process the implications, Katsuki turns to look at you only to find you looking down at the floor and rubbing nervously at the back of your neck as you start to ramble. “I thought as my place is closer and bigger it made more sense for you to move into mine. I know it’s not ideal but I figured for now it would be fine and then maybe we could look for a new place next year, you know once we were sure we aren’t going to kill each other.” You continue to prattle on, something about having needed to get Katsuki added to your lease and your landlord taking forever to send the new contract over but Katsuki’s only half listening. These last couple of weeks Katsuki had thought you didn’t want to be in a public relationship with him amend had just been ignoring the matter as you tried to find a way to tell him when in reality you had been making plans for your future together and just hadn’t bothered to tell Katsuki about them.

“You asshole!” Katsuki yells as he jumps to his feet and slams his hand down into his desk. The sudden outburst startles you off the desk, finally looking at him with wide surprised eyes. He was well aware that the office had gone deadly silent, Katsuki able to feel all the pointless extras eyes on him but he didn’t care, all his attention focused on you. In a couple of quick strides he made it around to the other side of his desk, gripping a fistful of your top and shoving you back into his desk until you were practically sprawled over it with him looming over you. You're not scared but Katsuki can see the uncertainty in your eyes behind the surprise, can feel the way your hands are pressed against his stomach, not pushing him away but ready to do so if it came to that. Not that it ever would.

“Do you have any idea what you have put me through with this bullshit?” Katsuki shakes the keychain at you as he speaks, watching the way your eyes snap to it briefly before realisation dawns on you. He gets to watch the worry slide away as you smile knowingly at him, you're practically sparkling with whatever mischief you're about to unleash on him. “Oops,” you say simply, trying your best to shrug despite the position you're in. Sneering Katsuki leant in further, bringing your faces close together. He can see someone moving out the corner of his eyes, most likely Eijiro combing over to try and defuse the situation before it can become a full blown fight. His friend had a good heart but it really wasn’t needed right now, Katsuki knew exactly what he had to do. “I’ll give you oops,” he growled before jerking you up and slamming his lips against yours.

There’s a collective gasp from everyone watching but Katsuki’s got more important things to focus on like the feel of your lips against his and the way your whole body seems to melt into his. Katsuki knows he should probably feel embarrassed by the fact he’s making out with you on his desk in the middle of the crowded office with twenty odd people watch and latter when he has time to actually think about this he probably will be but right now he’s just too happy to care and from the way your clutching at his shoulders and kissing back like your life depends on it Katsuki doesn’t think you care that much either.

Eventually though the two of you do have to pull apart to breathe, the sound of catcalling and clapping accompanying your heavy breathing. Groaning, Katsuki pressed his face into your neck, already able to feel how red he was getting with embarrassment. “Well, if they didn’t know before they definitely do now,” you laugh, clearly finding amusement in Katsuki’s embarrassment. “Shut up,” he mumbled as he pushed himself up, pointedly not looking at anyone else but you. You're grinning like an idiot when he helps you to your feet, cheeks just as flushed as his but clearly not feeling any of the embarrassment he was.

There’s a few awkward moments as the two of you righten your clothes and the office manager disperses the crowd that had gathered due to your little display. Katsuki gave it less than an hour before his phone started blowing up with messages from every hero he knew, the gossip mongers probably already doing their part to let the world know what had happened. Good. At least this way he wouldn’t need to go around telling everyone to back off.

“So I take it that was a yes then?” Katsuki looked up from where he had been readjusting his belt, that nervous lilt back in your voice again. You're at least looking at him this time, expectantly waiting for an answer that Katsuki had thought was obvious but clearly not from the way you're looking at him. “Obviously,” he scoffed, making a show of snatching up the key off the desk and putting it in the draw with his own set. It was going to be a pain in the ass moving all his stuff to yours and putting his furniture into storage but with the help of his idiot friends Katsuki was confident he would be calling your apartment home by the end of the week.

The tension in your shoulders eased noticeably, that smile he liked so much back on your lips and lighting up your face. “Good. That’s, yeah, good. Brilliant actually.” Katsuki couldn’t help but smile at your dope rambling, temporarily forgetting you were at work as he pulled you in and placed another kiss on your lips. At least you were as happy about this as he was. Yeah he was being one of those romantic idiots he always made fun of but he was allowed to be considering he had just taken a rather big step in his relationship.

“I should, erm, get going. Patrols about to start,” you rushed out as you stepped backwards and out of Katsuki’s hold, festering defined you and towards the lifts. He didn’t make an attempt to stop you, knowing full well that if you didn’t go then you were both going to end up getting in trouble. He was a professional dammit and he wasn’t about to tarnish his work record because he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

“Oh and Kats?” you called back to him from a few desks over, getting the attention of a couple people but thankfully most of them had gone back to minding their own business. “What?” he grumbled, trying to school his features back into his usual scowl but unable to get the stupid smile off his lips. Your smile widened, that stupid mischievous glint back in your eyes. “I can’t wait to see how your going to top that on white day.” Katsuki’s smile fell instantly at your words as dread filled him. He hadn’t even thought about that.

Fuck.

How the hell was he going to top this?

Now with a part 2!

[hwanswerland]

ATEEZ @ MAMA 2020 (Inception + Answer) ↳ aka my second Atinyversary 

Summary in case you don't want to read all this: it's been two years since I got into Ateez, I ramble about it, then I tagged my lovely mutuals. I can't believe it's already been two years since Youtube recommended me this video out of the blue and because I was bored and San and Honjoong looked sp pretty on the thumbnail I watched it. Instantly fell in love with Answer and decided that well, if they have one song this good, there have got to be more right? And so began my descent into the kpop (read: Ateez) madness. I didn't expect on December 6th 2020 that two years later I would run a tumblr blog dedicated to the one guy that I actively did not want to bias at first, spend who knows how much money on albums and other merch, go to one of their concerts and scream along with all those other fans despite me thinking I would never have a boy group phase in this life (lol), least of all one starting when I was 21 years old. Not that I regret anything about it :D I realise that these gifs are not actually the most giffable moment for some members, but as this is a very self indulgent set I chose to gif what are moments I still remember reacting to when I saw the first time. Honorary mention to Hongjoong shouting "1, 2, 3 lets BURN" into his mic. If I could gif a sound that would be the first I'd gif because Answer is special to me and I absolutely came to life when he did the same thing at my concert. I started giffing on this blog way later in 2021, around the end of Deja Vu promotions, and for the most part I did not feel very welcome here on Atinyblr lol, for reasons that have nothing to do with anyone I interact with these days. This only very recently changed when I finally joined the atzsource team and actually talked to the people on here. So thank you for being so cool and talking about some things that mean I can finally chill and not feel like an imposter on here anymore. So in no particular order tagging my lovely mutuals that I love seeing on the dash/talking to/admire from afar ♡

@sanchelinz (thank you forever for the file!) @woosansang @jonghho @jeong-yunhoes @jjongho​ @sanhwaiting @woosanhui @jngif @guerrila @yunhogifs @applejongho @xuseokgyu @blueberrysan @jeongyunho99 @chwejongho @strhwaberries @cruellajoong @song-mingi @hwatermelon @seonghwaminho @yukuz

[patrickztump]

canon talks (reactivity, vet visit, general thoughts)

i talked about this last year, but quick recap: our vet of 20 years retired last spring, and last summer was canon’s first visit to what was possibly going to be our new vet. due to higher than normal costs, we didn’t stick with them and have changed to another clinic where the tech from our long term vet is now working.

this morning was canon’s first official visit there and i’m happy to report he did quite well considering.

canon is (as my long terms mutuals know) reactive towards dogs. with age he has gotten much better, but he will never been a social butterfly because let’s face it, he’s a german shepherd and his dna says he has to be the most obnoxious animal in a 50 mile radius (vocal and a master eye fucker). i am grateful this clinic has side entrances for this exact reason. our friend (prev-vet long term tech) knows this and instead of going through standard procedure of “we take your pet back for weight, etc” immediately said, “alright, we (you and i) will go back for weight and bloodwork.” knowing she trusts me enough to handle him in a possibly stressful situation in a new environment vs having another tech take him, it really meant a whole lot.

he was excellent for the weighing (always is) and for blood collection was…wormy, but good. zero intention to react negatively, just hates sitting still. minus he’s whistle whine (that’s engrained into him at this point), he only had one (1) moment of Absolute Noisiness: rounding a corner and coming face-to-face with another dog. i mean absolutely nose-to-nose. the initial sight he was perfectly fine, when the dog passed in front of him, he was fine, only once the dog had been in his sight for more than those few seconds did it click there was another dog. so barks ensued. however, it was only 3-5 barks and once exiting the room into hall, he immediately stopped and didn’t look back to obsess – that is MASSIVE progress considering we kind of, don’t actively set out to work on reactivity a lot anymore.

back in the exam room he whined, mainly because he wasn’t allowed to shove his nose in everything. the vet (who treated patches earlier this year) was super kind and understanding, immediately stating “oh the classic shepherd whine.” he checked out with a clean bill of health, and the vet was very pleased with his overall weight, condition, alertness, and energy for his age. “he doesn’t even look nine years old,” and he certainly doesn’t act like it.

again, discussed gastropexy + neuter and she seemed comfortable that he wasn’t at as high of a risk, but understood my concerns and fears after going through bloat with rooney. so it’s not off the table, but not urgent. her main concern was his age + anesthesia. i don’t want to put him through anything unnecessary, but i don’t know if i will ever be able to shake the fears of bloat as long as i own a dog for the rest of my life.

in conclusion, i was very happy with the visit, even with the momentary outburst. over the last year i would say i think i have improved as not only an owner but as a handler of canon when it comes to keeping my cool in new and uncertain situations. i don’t mean this in sense of carelessness and i really can’t think of any other kind of analogy, but he’s essentially a furry suitcase with a squeaky wheel that i have to navigate life with. i don’t have time to be embarrassed when he reacts, and in return i’m not giving him time to escalate. do we still need to work on these things, yes, it will never end, but ultimately i think all those years are finally adding up.

[after-witch]

Okay, hold on because this?

You’re spitting nothing but facts. I’ve said this exact same thing on both of my previous blogs (not this one, not yet xmdkxkdnd) about how x reader just was not a thing in Ye Fandom of Olde. I don’t know if people really believe me or if I just sound like a hunch backed crone standing on her front porch waving her cane at the neighborhood kids, yelling at them to appreciate what they’ve got because back in my day … but it really was such an incredibly different landscape. There are certain aspects of it that I miss for sure and others I’m glad to leave in the past.

The completely random conversations between the author and the character(s) among them, GOD, the way that still activates every single one of my cringe reflexes. 😂 Actually my all time favorite fic had those for the first dozen or so chapters, but she thankfully left them in the fore and afterword, not haphazardly placed in the fic itself, so it was easy to ignore haha. I can laugh at it and maybe even look back at it fondly, but I don’t think I want that particular trend to make a comeback any time soon xmxmdnd

It’s kind of surreal in a way, finding someone who knows exactly what I’m talking about and sharing that mutual experience. I know there have to be more of us out there but I feel like a good chunk of them have probably moved on from anime fandom content so I’m very glad to have found you like this. 💕

I unfortunately got busy with one of my own projects yesterday and didn’t get a chance to read anymore of your stuff, but I’m really looking forward to diving in once I’m done. When I tell you I am 👀 eyeballing the hell out of your Sesshomaru fics cmdkxmdmd

Also, if I may ask, are you by any chance a fan of Yu Yu Hakusho? 🥹

"I don’t know if people really believe me or if I just sound like a hunch backed crone standing on her front porch waving her cane at the neighborhood kids, yelling at them to appreciate what they’ve got because back in my day … but it really was such an incredibly different landscape."

We can both be crones, in that case! But no, I completely get what you're saying. It was SO different. I am genuinely appreciative of the fact that "reader fic" is so popular and the distaste I see for it is mainly "it's clogging up the regular tags" rather than the absolute nastiness that used to be associated with any OCs or inkling of "hey I like these characters, wouldn't it be neat if they wanted me?"

OCs in general were considered taboo enough, but reader fic was just… not a "thing" back in the early 2000s, really, not in the style we know it today. When second person was used, it was usaully meant to be stylized (rather than today where the intent of second person is "reader fic," to pull the reader into the story in a different, visceral way) and second person fics would fall into the OC bucket.

Gosh on that note, I remember "Mary Sue Hunter" groups that would find any OCs on ye olde fanfiction.net and leave reviews with forms to determine how much of a "Mary Sue" someone's OC was.

If you were going to attempt an OC, it felt like you had to make them Super Super Boring and Normal and Ordinary and No Actual Characters Ever Fell in Love with Them (except maybe non-important side characters) in order to get people to leave you alone.

Not that there's anything wrong with writing characters who are ordinary but it rarely felt it was an organic decision from the authors, but rather a reflection of what was "okay" to write.

Fandom is so different now. As you said, there's some things I miss ("don't like, don't read" and "you're responsible for what you read" being the standard etiquette, for one...) but plenty that I don't, too.

Also, if I may ask, are you by any chance a fan of Yu Yu Hakusho?

Yessss. I love it. I have so many discarded OCs from my teenage years from YYH, they were all ridiculously self-indulgent ofc. I do want to at some point write a few yandere YYH characters, but I haven't gotten any inspiration for it yet.

[tooweirdforyou]

Will u not come back? :((((

hello, anon! hope you’re doing well and apologies for the late response. I hope you see this! ❤️

so, I guess this will be my answer and also my first post in about a year or so.. Im not gonna make any excuses or whatever, and cut straight to the point.

Bit of a long post but it will explain most things without being too personal just because it’s been a long time and part of me feels as though I lost that respect and privilege of being comfortable and being myself around you guys. Anyone and everyone who stayed or is a newcomer to my account.

It’s the new year. Here’s how I’ll answer you.

Do I wish to come back? Yes.

Have I been actively attempting to come back? Yes and no. I have been attempting to work on chapters for my Quotev books, but lots of writers block and just pure unmotivated to continue with where I am. Knowing it can be better if I were to redo it, continue with force or if I simply make a new book, (( which due to my imagination and inspiration by things I’ve come across, I keep wanting to start new books. ))

Have things drastically changed for me as I’ve been away? Yeah, kinda. I mean, things are getting a little more difficult for me, I won’t go into too much detail but it’s been really difficult for me personally the last several months. I’ve never been consistent in my feelings and almost always ended up more numb, empty and sad. And some days it would be so bad that I couldn’t be alone and had to be in a room with another person I knew. I’m really working on it but it really isn’t something that just goes away, as most of may or may not understand.

Am I still dating? Yes! I’m still very happy with the guy I’ve known and started dating last year and in fact, we’ll be hitting our two years very soon. I know this may be personal but I kinda just wanted an excuse to talk about him, haha.

Now, am I still writing? / interested in writing? Definitely. I just have huge motivation problems but I definitely still love that creative form of expressing your imagination into words and making a story. The problem is that I have all these ideas and it just sucks to have to do all this beginning stuff instead of making the reader or OC in love with the person already!! 😂 but yes. I honestly do love to write still and my boyfriend tries to encourage and supports me but it’s really my own fault.

do I still Roleplay? I remember mentioning this and then making an separate acc for this but never really interacted with it often because at the time I was busy. And now, I don’t anymore because it makes my boyfriend jealous, haha. I do miss it though :)

Do I still go on tumblr? Every once in a while, which is like every two weeks or so? Or just under two weeks or sometimes longer. It depends. But yes, I do check and I do love to read every new comment and message I get, I just don’t respond to it because I’m honestly a little scared.

Will I come back? I want to. I really do. But there’s a few factors that come into play-

- so much time has passed that I worry I no longer have like a mutual bond with you all and that it’s too late for me to come back and just pretend like everything is fine. It’s not. I’m worried it’s too late to just start writing again, I guess I’m nervous? I missed being able to be comfortable and be myself on here but I don’t know. I think my time has passed.

- not only that, I don’t quite know how to use tumblr anymore.

- I can’t stick to one fandom, just like my mood swings, my current obsession changes so often that I’m worried I won’t be able to keep up with certain works or keep everyone happy with my work.

- I don’t know if I should continue mt old works ( ones on Quotev )?

Start new ones?

Go back to scenarios and oneshots like I used to?

Refresh on tumblr and continue here again?

Move to AO3?

It’s the new year and I do want to better myself and change and I really hope that that means I can start over with myself and my writings once again.

I missed all my comments and messages and having mutuals and interacting with everyone. It makes me feel connected and honestly little less lonely when my boyfriend has his long busy hours..

But to finally answer properly. Yes, I want to come back but I honestly don’t know where to start or if I can.

I’ll be checking tumblr so if anyone has any questions, comments or suggestions or whatever you wish to tell me, I will be here. Maybe by next month I’ll have an answer of what I’ll be doing in regards to writing. Whether I take any advice from you guys or make my own decision.

im very deeply sorry for my absence. I hope this answers everyone’s thoughts.

sending lots of love. ❤️ thank you to everyone.

[solradguy]

hello solradguy! as someone who is interested in learning how to translate japanese, i was wondering what your approach was to learning japanese! did you go in knowing you wanted to translate writing, and focus your efforts on reading? or did you try to learn all aspects of it at once (ie audio recognition, speaking, pitch accent, etc)

I started learning it because, at the time (2015), I was still doing art in mostly analog formats and a lot of really good inking supplies came exclusively from Japan with fully Japanese packaging. It was really frustrating having to rely on machine translation to figure out things like replacing pen cartridges or pen nibs upkeep/maintenance. My focus then was reading and I never really shifted from that; I can't verbally speak it and my audio recognition is only marginally better haha

Translating Guilty Gear stuff sort of happened by accident, and improved my Japanese more than anything else I was using to study with (which was mostly Duolingo, Wanikani, and Tofugu articles 😬). I couldn't find anyone else that was actively working on getting stuff into English and there was a massive backlog of official literature that hadn't even been so much as scanned, so I was like "Well, if no one else is gonna do it..." lmao It later turned out that there was stuff that had been translated, it was just kinda stashed away on niche websites or Discord servers.

Artworks of Guilty Gear X 2000-2007 captions were my first non-Japanese workbook translation project and got me to really start taking my Japanese studies seriously. There weren't files of pretty much any of the illustrations in that book online that were in decent quality. It was actually faster/easier just scanning a page (at the time) than manually cleaning and upscaling one.

This was the very first Guilty Gear thing I ever scanned (March '22) and the caption that went with it:

They’re half-realistically drawn here. At the time, I wanted to pursue texture in my drawings and used many thick layers of Copic markers to try to achieve that. I don’t think it was pointless, but if it’s going to take too much time to do such things, acrylic paints would be better. - Cover of the August 2000 issue of Arcadia Monthly.

It's a lot clunkier than how I would translate it now haha I've improved so much since then...

I used to physically write out the captions and translate them in a notebook. Here's how the first pass of this caption went:

They were only half realistically drawn. At that time I wanted to pursue texture in my drawings, so I used a thick coat of Copic marker. I don't think it's "pointless," but if it's going to take too much time to pursue such things, I think acrylic would be better.

It's fun going through this notebook and seeing these old translations. Eventually I got good enough at doing it in my head that I stopped writing them out, but sometimes really long sentences still trip me up. Japanese word order.......

These days I get most of my practice by doing Renshuu flashcards/games and reading posts by my Japanese mutuals over on Twitter. Even though I'm still actively translating GG stuff, the projects have gotten much bigger and there isn't anything left that's like the Artworks 2007 captions that I could whip out in about an hour anymore, it's all long paragraphs or manga dialog.

I still don't have much desire to practice speaking or listening skills because I would never get any use out of them where I live in the Midwest USA—they'd get rusty fast if I didn't practice religiously. But I do handle Japanese text very often and am fine with focusing 100% of my study time on just reading/writing instead.

[andrevasims]

Sims Tag

Tagged by @ho3sferatu​! Thanks ^_^

Readmore’d cause it gets a bit long :P

1. What’s your favourite sims death?

Probably fright, cause the animation is so funny like they have time to pause and check their pulse before dropping dead

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

I can tell this is aimed at TS4 haha I had to google Alpha CC to check I knew what it meant - So semi-realistic? I mean obviously I lean towards Maxis Match, but if I like how something looks I’ll use it even if it’s not from the same style.

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight?

No, that actually happened to Klothilde because she kept eating fish and it takes so long for them to eat fish that she got fat after eating it once lol - But TS2 fat meshes aren’t even really fat, so it doesn’t make much difference to me heh

4. Do you use move objects?

Only for placing deco things, cause I don’t want to end up placing a chair or something that’s actually inaccessible and not find out until after I’ve built everything else around where I placed it

5. Favorite mod?

No Red Pause Lines, cause it’s 500x more annoying if I have to crop that out every time I take a screenshot

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got?

University, I pretty much got all the TS2 stuff as it came out heh

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?

aLIVE, but I think about it more like how a TV show says “We’re live” or something since that’s where the game actually progresses in time

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

Cirrus! There’s some close seconds, but Cirrus actually has history in my game versus just being a face I liked, and the way her parents’ genetics created the little side smirk she has that I don’t think I could recreate in CAS

9. Have you made a simself?

I did when I was 13 - I was exactly at that age where child sims felt too young to represent myself, but teen sims felt too old. I went with a child sim just for the proportions lol but yeah that was the last time I was interested in making a simself.

10. What sim traits do you give yourself?

Well to keep it TS2 themed, I think it’d be something like this:

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color?

Um black? That’s always the default color I pick when doing any sort of dress up game

12. Favorite EA hair?

fhairshorttuckin:

It’s the only hair I’ve never fully replaced with a default, I just do a texture default

13. Favorite life stage?

Adult I guess, they just have the most stuff available to do

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

Both, I like building but I like to play the lots I build. And when I’m playing, I think of what kind of builds would be fun to play, and so the gameplay also inspires my building.

15. Are you a CC creator?

Kind of? I’ve made clothing recolors, makeup, hair recolors, etc. but I haven’t done anything besides sharing lots/sims in a while.

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad?

Not particularly, I have mutuals that I always like seeing on my dash/activity but I’m not the most talkative person on tumblr lol

17. What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4)

2 of course ^_^

18. Do you have any sims merch?

No? lol

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims?

Technically yeah, it’s my “personal” YT account but 90% of my videos are of The Sims.

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing?

I used to do more semi-realistic CC, just based on what I’d accumulated and liked the look of at the time. I still have a lot of that CC in my Downloads, I just don’t use it as often anymore as more recently downloaded Maxis match stuff.

21. What’s your Origin ID?

idk, I think I have one but I’ve never shared anything for TS4 so it’s kinda useless lol

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator?

Ooh that’s a tough one, @platinumaspiration​ comes to mind cause I really love how bright/colorful a lot of their CC is and I like a lot of the clothing/hair styles :)

23. How long have you had a simblr?

2012.............. lol

Here is the 1st post I ever made on here, it’s for TS3 and has way more straightness than my game has had in years lmao

24. How do you edit your pictures?

I explained it here sort of a few years ago, but I have a newer version of Photoscape and I don’t have access to Photoshop anymore. I still do the highlight/shadow tweaking stuff, but I use Photoscape to do that now.

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next?

Well obviously that’s not a question for TS2 lol but something that both TS3 and TS4 have that would’ve been cool in TS2 is careers that you can actually play/interact with instead of the sim disappearing for 8 hours.

26. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far?

Nightlife, I love everything about the themes/aesthetic/gameplay, it has objects/features I use more than any other EP to this day, it’s just exactly my style.

Tagging: @krabbysims​​ @potentialfate-sims​​ @aondaneedles​​ @simmer-until-tender​​! Feel free to ignore if you’ve done it already haha

[rockybloo]

Frequently Asked Questions!

Please give this a read, or at least a skim through, before sending in an inbox question!

Q. Why didn't you respond to the question/message I sent into you inbox?

Reasons vary but often it's a question I've already answered, the answer is a spoiler, or I don't have all the lore ready yet so to avoid flooding my blog with a bunch of "I dunno" responses I just don't respond. Other times it's personal reasons like I have no response to a comment, I don't think a joke made was funny, I feel uncomfortable, or I don't vibe with the message. Don't take it personally if I don't respond to you, I'm just a random person on the internet and I can be pretty picky occasionally.

Q. What programs do you use?

I use a lowkey glitchy Huion Kamvas 13 and Clip Studio Paint Ex (it lets me sort through comic pages way easier)

Q. Do you take commissions? Requests? Art Trades?

I don’t do commissions anymore, I do not take any requests (including people asking me to make a specific OC, draw more of a specific OC, or draw more of a specific story), and art trades are friends and mutuals only. 

Q. Do you have any boundaries?

I have a boundary list that you can read over here. Please respect them.

Q. Are you ok with fanart and if so, what kind?

I LOVE FANART! Fan art, fan songs, even inbox messages of people saying a specific thing reminds them of an OC of my makes me happy.

I’m also okay with people having their own OCs interact with my own (so long as it stays platonic tho Husky is an exception to this rule) . I only ask that you keep my OC couples (Red Beans, Licorice, Blackberries, etc.) together.

I used to be fine with fanfics but have since changed my mind on them due to personal reasons.

Q. Can we make fancharacters for your stories?

I am totally fine with fan characters, so long as no one pressures me into including them into my stories. 

When it comes to Glitter and Guilt, I ask that you do not make any fan characters if you aren't 18 or older due to the more mature content in the story.

Q. Do you have any Webcomics? 

I have TWO that I primarily update on Comicfury

Beanstalked , which follows a farm boy named Jack who lives on Lore, a world where a celestial centennial event assigns people with the roles of fairy tales from our world, and his life after discovering he is part of the newest generation.

A generation that is especially unlucky when a petty ink fairy decides to mess with the natural order of things.

During the struggle, characters run into the conflict of deciding if their happy endings are worth the sacrifice compared to the happy lives they’ve made for themselves while off the story paths assigned to them. In Jack’s case, he winds up falling in love with a lupine girl in red known as Nana who has been assigned Little Red Riding hood, actively going against the predetermined ending of his own story.

⚠️For the second, Glitter and Guilt, I preface that this story will touch on more mature themes such as violence, gore, and sex so keep that in mind before you continue reading.⚠️

Glitter and Guilt , which follows Sweetheart, a 20-something magical girl in college, who’s dealing with working solo as a hero while coping with the guilt of her team breaking apart during high school after the death of their team member, Angel.

Life has been super stressful as the landscape around being a hero has shifted until one day, her old arch nemesis and secret childhood friend and crush, Bitterbat, returns after years of being separated from her due to a barrier placed between their dimensions.

After a heartfelt reunion that escalates to a one night stand, the two wind up picking up their relationship and dating in secret.

Q. How many OCs do you really have in total?

TBH way more than toyhouse has listed but not all of them are super active. The ones that are the most active are the Beanstalked, Bondwidth, and Glitter and Guilt crew.

Q. How many stories do you have?

I have 3 that I really spend the most time on (which are the top 3 listed) with the others being stories I occasionally work on. I do just have little OC concepts floating around that have their own tags but are more for fun and less for story. 

Beanstalked

Glitter and Guilt

Bondwidth

Bride of Bats

Sharks and Kisses

Star-Crossed Lovers

Anvil Wings

Corroded Treasure

Q. Do you have any LGBTQ+ OCs

All my OCs are Bi or Pan as I am a Bi disaster that desires for my own food. 

I like writing them flexibly and from my own experiences so I myself can focus more on their adventures and dynamics

AND I struggle taking the unique experiences of every OC that live in a fictional and fantastical version of our universe and applying labels to them as someone who truly struggles with their own in OUR universe.

I just know for certain I am Bi and Nonbinary so I have a lotta both in my line-up as  prefer writing from experience. An experience where I tend to have to squint just to acknowledge gender because an enby be forgetting sometimes. 

If you want a more specific answer, ask me for a specific OC and I can give a run-down about them, their experiences, and their preferences.

Q. Do you have any Neurodivergent OCs?

Similar answer to the above question. Ask me for a specific OC and I will give a run-down. Chances are, many are open to interpretation as I just be writing them and giving them the same quirky behaviors as me…and lord knows whatever I am. 

Q. What stories take place where?

All my stories, main and minor ones, take place in a single universe I have dubbed “The Rockyverse”, meaning there are points characters make crossover and lore may over lap. They do take place on different worlds though. 

Stories taking place on Earth

All are located in fictional locations

Glitter and Guilt - Decking City

Star-Crossed Lovers - Safe Haven

Anvil Wings - Unnamed Town

Sharks and Kisses - Unnamed beachside town

Stories taking place on different planets

Beanstalked - Takes place on a planet called Lore parallel to ours

Bondwidth - Takes place on a manmade planet

Bride of Bats - Takes place on a Halloween-Based planet

Corroded Treasure - Takes place on a toybox-based planet

Q. Do you have any voice claims for your OCs?

I have a list of all voice claims right here.

[fantomette22]

*bonk*

Heyo! Have you got any thoughts on what Djura's past was?

I hc that he was once a resident of old yharnam and the reason he refuses to kill the beasts there is because they were once his friends and family.

Bimbom ! :D *get the bonk*

Well i didn’t really have many ideas about Djura’s past (especially before he was a hunter)😶 i need to think about it or steal borrowed idea from my dearest mutuals 😂

Like, i have more thoughts about Henryk’s past for exemple and it’s not much really xD

But i think he might be from a foreign origin at first (as a kid) but then it made sense he would grow up/ live in Old Yharnam afterwards.

He probably had some dogs while growing up.

He would have joined the Oto workshop at some points, who was in parallel of the church hunters (the old workshop wasn’t that active anymore ? Perhaps he joined quite some times after Maria passed away) but perhaps he joined before idk there’s so much parallel to do with Maria & Djura it’s possible they meet each others. Or at least Gehrman is making quite the connection and feel the too are really similar as well. Like Djura can be really kind and he’s really empathic too.

And i guess along the way he meet the other hunters like the powder kegs, (he will became their leader when the church took under themselves all hunters and the Oto workshop i guess). So probably meet Ludwig, Laurence quickly, and of course, Henryk, Eileen, Paarl and the more exentrics hunters like Archibald before they really sides with Mensis. Oh and i’m wondering now but perhaps he met Izzy too?!

I also think he joined the hunter’s dream really early (perhaps one of the first after Gehrman).

I do have some idea i want to share ! at the really beginning of the hunter’s dream too 👀 basically Djura, Henryk, Eileen? and maybe Paarl? take down a Darkbeast in Yahar’gul (or close to it). And well it’s not Paarl :) it’s another one. (And that would explain what happened to some character…) (but don’t ask me where it take place compared to old yharnam burning and i have no idea)

[justkpopjokes]

JKJ 6TH ANNIVERSARY

I’ve disappeared again for a hot minute due to finals but WOO HAPPY PRIDE MONTH Y’ALL!!

Which also means that once again I missed the 6 YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF THIS BLOG GFHHS BUT WOOO!!! 🎉🎉🎉 (it was May 18th 😭)

I’m not super active on here anymore (I always forget that I can post whatever I want and I’m not restricted to only proper content), but running this blog really influenced my early teen life back at its peak. So it’s crazy to think I’ve been here over half a decade now!!

I don’t think I’ll ever reach that point of activeness with the community ever again (🥲)…it’s crazy thinking that some people who like my posts now might’ve read my old fics but don’t realize, while there’s also people who are completely unaware of my heyday by skz

REGARDLESS I will still be here making content once in a while ^^ I have so many fics to finish even though there isn’t hype for them anymore lol

Thanks to everyone who has stuck around~~ (to my mutuals: miss y’all 💗)

[saviourshope]

I was tagged by @potentialheartofdarkness, my forever mutual ☺️

3 ships: Captain Swan, Caskett, Bones x Booth (look… I basically ship only one kind of ship and it’s always a no-nonsense kind of woman with an absolute dork who occasionally can also kick ass… Deckerstar and Jisbon also fit) (and then I have occasional short-term ships that I ship from afar like Nick x Charlie or any other of my gay bbs from books I’ve read…)

First ship ever: A couple from a German soap opera called “Verbotene Liebe” (Forbidden Love). She was married to his father… And Harmony

Last Song: we’ve just been to watch HTTYD in concert so I’ve been listening to the soundtrack non-stop. Actual song would be Hips don’t lie by Shakers cause I’ve been listening to her old albums

Last Movie: HTTYD but in concert with live orchestra

Currently reading: Percy Jackson: The Titans Curse

Currently watching: Bones

Currently craving: nothing really… it’s morning, I’m never really craving anything in the morning…

Feel tagged if you wanna. I don’t think I have a lot of active followers anymore, let alone a lot of active mutuals 😅