#frankly i’m glad i was able to draw this

[aloesarchives]

Can You Not? (JJK Oneshot)

Warnings: 18+ (jic), Suggestive adult content, Swearing, Female pronouns, Sexual touches but nothing too explicit, Toji being frisky and hella horny, Megumi cockblocks Toji, slight ooc Megumi, Megumi being a menace, the word ass being mentioned like 3 times.

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Megumi Mom!Reader

Word Count: 1943 words

Pronouns: She/Her

Au: Reader is Megumi’s mom, is alive and well, Toji is alive and good too lol, reader is also a sorcerer but doesn’t go on many missions since she had Megumi but helps around Jujutsu Tech.

(A/N: Lastest oneshot to post in a while. I have another work that will be releasd later, hopefully. This is my first work for Jujitsu Kaisen. I apologize for any mischaracterizations with the characters!)

[Has been edited and proofread as 11/18/23 8:43pm. Banner credit: @cafekitsune]

As always, please enjoy!

It wasn’t unusual to have the house to yourself. With Toji going out on missions, and Megumi being in school for most of the day, you often found yourself always being at home by yourself. During this time, you would run some errands, some chores, or even go out for a bit to get some fresh air. Though you loved your husband and son, you also loved some alone time and it wouldn’t hurt to have it once in a while. 

Today was a little different. Toji was on a solo mission to wipe out a few curses in a town that was far from the city. The estimated completion of the mission would take about two days because of the distance and how the curses terrorized the town individually instead of in groups. But Toji being Toji, he got the mission done within six hours. For a regular grade sorcerer, it would take at least twelve hours to deal with two of these curses as these would any normal sorcerer a difficult time. But Toji doesn’t play games when it means getting a hefty paycheck for the job. With Toji's lack of a curse technique, he seemingly made himself an easy target for the curses. So he was able to draw them one by one from the specific areas of their known sightings.

Once the fifth curse dropped dead, Toji’s paycheck was secured. After receiving it from a wealthy business owner, the one who called about the town’s situation, all Toji could think about was getting home to you. He did his best to clean himself up from the stains and fluids of the now deceased curses. But there was some remaining residue and a small pungent odor that he couldn’t get rid of. Toji knew he would have to shower at home but he didn’t care because he only really thought of coming home to you. After getting dropped off home, it was around 4:30pm and he just went inside. He hears your humming in the kitchen and sees you chopping away at some vegetables, which he assumes is for dinner. As you cut away and put them in the pot, Toji can’t help but admire you. The precision in your cuts and the focus on your face as you slide the vegetables into the pot. Ugh, to him, you looked so good. Just like how he met you all those years ago when he saw you fight, you still were as beautiful as when he first laid eyes on you. And frankly, Toji thought you looked delicious as well.

After a few moments, you suddenly felt eyes on you and swiftly turned your head to meet Toji as he started walking towards you. 

“Toji! You’re home! Earlier then I was told. I thought you wouldn’t be home for at least a day or so.”

“That’s what I thought too, but the curses weren’t bad. Nothing I couldn’t handle.” Toji says nonchalant as he twists his head up to crack it.

“Oh okay, Mr. big shot. We get it, not all of us have superhuman strength and heightened senses.” You joked which caused Toji to smirk. But your laughter died down and was replaced by a warm smile. You looked at him as you placed a hand on his right cheek and caressed his lip scar with your thumb gently.

“But I’m glad you came home in one piece. Well, that’s what it at least looks like on the surface. You’re not hurt anywhere, are you? I know how you are when you hide your injuries from me, Toji.” Looking at him apprehensively. 

“No, trust me. I’m not hurt. The red stains on my clothes are not my blood anyway, Hon.” He says with sight sincerity as he leans into your hand and holds it in his own. He looks at you before suddenly wrapping his strong arms around you, causing you to suck in your breath in a little bit. 

“I just wanna come home to you. That’s all I ever wanted after today. The mission wasn’t hard but I’m tired and I only wanna come back to you and this life we have together.” Leaning his head on yours softly and he slowly rubs your sides up and down.

You hum at his actions and let him relish in this state. You’re no stranger to Toji’s cocky and somewhat condescending personality. It’s something you couldn’t forget about him ever since your first encounter with this man. But you grew fond of it over time, especially when he got vulnerable around you when he told you everything about him. Now, you couldn’t imagine your husband without his cocky smirk.

The both of you stayed like this for a bit before Toji decided he wanted to dip his toes in the water. As he slowly stops rubbing your sides, he wraps his arms around you again. This time, however, you felt his right hand behind your right shoulder and his left being placed on your lower lumbar region. He was caressing the areas, his left hand getting dangerously close to your ass. 

You knew where this was going.

“Um, Toji… can’t you wait a little bit longer until nighttime? I need to watch dinner cook before it gets late.” You said hesitantly. Your face starts to warm up as that all too familiar fuzzy feeling starts to emerge itself from its depths within.

“I don’t know, Honey. It’s only for a bit, I swear. It’s just you and me in the house right now. No one will know. None of Megumi’s dogs or shadows. Hell, not even Megumi will be here for another hour or so. Just for a bit, please.”

Oh yeah, today’s the day Megumi is coming home from school. He said he’s bringing his two classmates over, Nobara and Yuuji, for dinner and to hangout. You asked him why out of curious and as he said over the phone with you, " (*deep sigh*) Mom, it’s only because they have begged me for so long. I just said I would bring them to see you once I come home on Friday. They really want to see the house and you."

“Toji please, n-not now…”

“Baby please. Just a few minutes of your time, a quickie. I promise you.”

Promise, your ass. You know your husband, and you know him well. Once you let him loose, he’s going all in until done and satisfied. He won’t stop until he gets his fill, trying more than his own damn missions. Oh, you knew because you were 110% sure that was how Megumi was conceived and born in the first place. All because of Toji’s horny primal urges, and it got worse once he was married to you.

You tried pushing Toji but knew it wouldn’t do anything given that the man was built like a concrete dam. Toji chuckles at your efforts as his right slides lower to rest comfortably on your ass. The way it rubbed and played with your flesh, your breathing was getting labored and grows heavier by the second the more he continued to play with you. You were slowly starting to become putty in his hands, literally. Toji was having too much fun enjoying putting you in such a state. He always did, the sadistic prick he is. 

“Come on, baby~~ Is that the best you can do? You’re a lot stronger than that, where did it all go? Did you need me that badly, (Y/N)?” He condescendingly says to you as you slowly start to give in to him.

He was seducing you, tempting you just to give in. While it was harmless and consensual, the hazy feeling that came with it was starting to take effect. Slowly blocking off your senses as you fail to hear the front door opening and closing. Before the two of you would go from the point of no return, in this case Toji getting a squeeze out of your ass, you heard a loud grunt at the entrance of the kitchen. Snapping out of your trance, you escape from your husband’s embrace and face where the grunt came from.

“God, can you not do that when I come home every time? I can’t believe you, Old man.”

There, you were faced with your 15 year old son, Megumi, who had a deadpan look at his face as he stared at the two of you. More so at you then Toji. Toji looked as irritated as ever while Megumi looked completely done with him.

“Megumi, Sweetie! I thought you were coming at 6:30 pm? It’s only 5:45 pm right now!” Walking over to Megumi to greet him. You were trying to calm yourself from your flustered state and welcome your son home. It always made you embarrassed when Megumi had to encounter these types of situations with you two. And to be honest, you wished your son never had to witness any of them. Meanwhile, Toji was death glaring at his own son for literally cock blocking him. 

“Yeah, but we just got done with the mission early and Gojo-Sensei said we can leave since that’s all he did for us today. Plus, Yuuji and Nobara are here with me. They're taking off their shoes and are still at the front entrance.” Megumi rubs the back of his head and pocketing his hands as he was telling you. By the way he talked and the look on his face, you knew your son was exhausted from the day. Assuming his two friends are tired as well. 

“Well Megumi, you can go upstairs and freshen up for a bit. Take your friends up to your room as well. Dinner will be ready in 45 minutes or so, I’ll come get you and friends. If you or your friends need anything, please let me know, dear. And for you, Toji, go upstairs, shower, and change into some new clean clothes. Your curse stains are starting to smell. I don’t want the house to smell like it, now go upstairs please.”

“Thanks, Mom.” Megumi gives you a small kiss on your cheek before he goes to gather his friends and head upstairs to his room. As you smile at how much your son has grown, Toji couldn’t help get more grumpy and irritated. Especially when he saw Megumi flash him a shit-eating grin before leaving the kitchen. You didn’t see it but boy, Toji did. He knew that grin from anywhere because when Megumi grins like that, he always looks like Toji no matter the nature of the shit-eating grin.

As Toji leaves you in the kitchen to let you continue making dinner, he freshens up in your shared bedroom. When he was done, he came out and was gonna join you. His hair is a little damp as he walks down the hall. Funny enough, Megumi just left his room and ran into him before Megumi could go down stairs and get some drinks.

“Oi, Megumi.”

Megumi looks up from his phone and blankly stares at his dad.

“What?”

“Listen Megumi, you didn’t have to straight up fucking cock block me like that to your mother.”

Megumi just hums and stares at him.

“Well maybe I wouldn’t have if you have been successful. You didn’t have to do that to Mom. Plus, who’s fault was it that you continuously get caught? It’s definitely not me. Nor is it my problem. That’s a skill issue, Dad. Now excuse me, I need to get some drinks.” 

Megumi walks past Toji like he didn’t just scorch the hell out of his father. Toji’s mouth was agape as he stared at his son in disbelief. He sees Megumi’s figure disappear going down the stairs. Clicking his tongue, Toji mumbled under his breath.

“Little shit,” He says before he heads in the same direction.

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(A/N: Bro, I know the ending is rushed and short but I didn't really know how to end it. I like this work but I could make the ending a but better. I might edit this work later on when I get ideas.)

Thank you for you and hope you have a good day!

[hazbinhoteloc-ninlil]

(a message for the mod :D)

sorry if i'm bothering you with this ask, mod. it's fine if you don't answer this. i know that my words can't worth much to anyone on the other side of this screen, but my gosh i'll try to spread the positivity and my appreciation for all RP blogs, so i'll send this in, mod. there could be a better way of doing this, which i have learned is through the art of tagging (yes i'm slowly learning my way through Tumblr because i, myself, am still a huge Tumblr newbie, lol), and i'm too nervous and shy to do something like that haha, so here's a personalized positivity ask in your ask box :D.

first, i love seeing your OC. their design is such a cool one, both of the designs. they are just so cool. i'd wish i could have interacted more but i get crazy anxious with things that i'm not quite familiar with, but i wish to interact more in the future :D.

the lore that you have made with the other RPers is that even a word? i don't know and i hope that i'm not pulling that word from out of nowhere, lol. is literally so cool to see. but that last one before they ascended just tug at my heart strings T^T.

i do hope that those anons/people would stop sending everyone hate because frankly those people have no clue what they're talking about >:(. you all are frankly so cool and lovely people, so >:(. again, sorry i'm bothering you with this rather man, i didn't expect it to be this long ask.

and that i hope that you have a wonderful day/night/whenever you manage to read this ask. don't feel the need to respond if you don't want to, just wanted to send this positivity ask in :D.

you might be able to tell who this is, but in case you don't, i wouldn't want to expose myself, so i hope you understand this being on an account with literally nothing but a tracker of who i've been to already (yes, i made an account just to do this but without any identifiable information on this account :P).

luv you and all that you do for this community :D.

you do what you do best so keep on doing it, mod :3.

-spreading positivity anon :D (the anon account that only interacts with mods unless the characters are in need to raising their spirit :3, even if this is an account.)

(yes i see the contradictory notion of me having this sign off, lol, but i'll also probably be around the other RP blogs and try to spread some positivity with the same sign-off as an attempt to fight off the unnecessary hate that seems to be thrown around :D. and i will become a virus which spreads positivity if i need to >:3)

Ooc: // Hello sweetheart, thank you so much for your kind and thoughtful words.

This is what I meant when I said I am so proud of what this community has become, I’m so honored to be able to be apart of something that seeks to lift up and make others smile, while also gathering to support one another through hate.

Those Hateful anons haven’t come near me, and for that I am grateful, it makes me sad that they went after some of my friends however and I’m glad they seem to have stopped. Hopefully they will reflect on their actions and realize flaw in their own behavior.

I don’t expect apologies from them though it’d be nice if they do read this. “It Starts With Sorry” after all. 😉

I love story telling, writing and drawing. The fact I was able to Share Ninlil with you all and you all have been receptive and fell in love with her has made my heart full. I’m sorry I scared people with her almost death in the Last RP. I was not yet aware of the negativity being spread, otherwise I would’ve put a disclaimer stating her soon ascension. I have no plans to leave this platform anytime soon.

I love you all, and I hope you have a wonderful week, have plenty of food to fill your stomachs, may the weather be fair, and may you be surrounded and protected by joy and peace.

My heart bleeds and goes out to those who are unable to be in peace right now, and I hope they find peace soon.

[localobsta]

DGHRTUFETGS I keep on forgetting to post here! 😭

But regardless of which, I’ve decided to take a break on drawing Pokemanz to delve more into my other kiddos.

Meet Emmet the ant: A chill lad who loves arcades and laser tag! I’ve had him since last year quite frankly but I’ve wanted to redesign him since! I’m glad that I was able to recently!

[allister-1903929]

Hi sunshine!

I’m glad to see you in my blog :’D

About me

My name is Allister, but you can call me Al or Ali

I’m an artist, but I’m trying myself in writing too

I use she/he/they pronouns

For the current moment, I post a lot of content with Welcome home, neighbour!, ROTTMNT, but there might also appear NSR or some other fandoms I like, but im not sure about that right now

What I’m working on

right now

NSR x WH au

(This AU is based of the game No straight roads

Tag- #nsr x wh au

Wally Darling

Julie Joyful

Frank Frankly

Barnaby B.Beagle

[…]

Q&A

Asks?- anytime!

Requests?- sure, but they might take time! I have quite a busy schedule

Trades?- would love to! But same thing as with requests

Commissions?- not yet, but I hope that I will be able to take them in the future

Can you draw fanart of my characters or AU’s?- of course! I would love to see, as well as if you’ll draw your OC’s in my au or if you’ll be interested in interacting with my characters!

Well, I guess that’s all for now, folks. Thanks for visiting me!

[whollysensei]

Your art is so beautiful. I could stare at it for hours. If I had the time I’d write a poem about all the things I find awesome about it, because I cannot find the words in standard English to express what I feel. I’m so glad you’re part of the Pathologic community, and I really appreciate your contributions to the fandom through your works.

Oh my god, honey, you are so nice! Thank you for sharing such kind words with me. It really means a lot, that people find my art meaningful or simply cool! Even though i came to the tumblr side fairly late(was to busy replaying the actual game thousand of times lmao) i still want to share my brain rot with the world. (frankly speaking it was my only way to dissociate from everything that was going on in my shitty country and that is still sadly going on) Especially since i already have 600+ hours of pathologic(-s) in my repertoire as some might say 💅💅💅 And i sooo want to draw more. There are tons of people who share their theories about the story and culture of the kin. Hopefully, in few more attempts i'll even be able to post something with herbs bridesssss

[sunburnacoustic]

Matt Bellamy answers fan questions for the Australian Triple J magazine in 2007.

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Mighty Pomgolian rockers Muse have some of muse’s most hardcore fans, so we let them call the shots. Frankly, we were afraid not to.

WORDS: Samantha Clode

“Salt Lake City tends to be one of those places where people go berserk,” says Matt Bellamy. “Maybe it’s all the salt plains surrounding them…” jmag finds the prodigious 29-year-old Muse frontman in the US, where he’s just finished up a stint with the tour physio. “I’ve got mild tennis elbow, I was playing squash and I think I stretched my arm or something,” he says. “But it’s nothing serious, I’m just sitting here with an ice pack on my elbow. Not too many Pete Townshend guitar swings tonight, I don’t think.”

With a second tour in 12 months heading our way in November, the trio from Devon are bringing their huge, prog rock stage spectacular down under following a stint on the 2007 Big Day Out. Rather than us throw a bunch of questions on Muse’s frontman, we asked you guys to tell us what you wanted to know…

Muse have some obsessive, dedicated fans. Where do you think the line is between being in the spotlight and having your privacy invaded? Bronwyn, 17, Bungendore, ACT

Everyone should be entitled to be at home, relaxing away from it all and not have people knocking on their door. I get a bit, yeah, and that's the place to draw the line. When we're out on the road we try to meet people and generally be friendly, but I'm glad that we're not super famous people where we're chased when we're going to the supermarket. I expect to be able to go there without having any hassles like that. I don't want to be caught buying toilet paper!

Have you seen Museslash? (Fan stories about the band, usually involving sex.) Becky, 15, Woodford, Vic

Museslash? No, I definitely want to check it out though, it sounds good, entertaining. I haven't heard of it until now, but I'll definitely be checking it out now, that sounds very interesting (laughs).

Who's your fave pianist of all time? Lachlan, 16, Ashfield, NSW

Firstly [Russian composer Sergei] Rachmaninoff. It's a close call between Franz Liszt [Hungarian romantic], Rachmaninoff and [Polish prodigy Frederic] Chopin. Some people argue that Liszt is up there, but Rachmaninoff has some kind of weird, dark edge to his music, which I don't think I've heard with any other kind of music before. So for that reason I give it to him - he's got a dark heard.

Do you think your friendship has helped you three guys deal with your success? Rachelle, 23, Brookvale, NSW

I wouldn't say success has been a problem, but I'd certainly say that issues come up with being away from home for eight months at a time. Especially Chris, who has kids and a family. But having a really close friendship helps us through tough times. I wouldn't define success as being a touch problem; I've enjoyed it very much. It's more the touring side.

So, any fisticuffs?

(Laughs) Yeah, well... I'm glad I don't try it because Chris would probably take my head off with one hit. We've had a few chairs thrown around and a lot of drum kits being smashed, I think me and Chris both attacked Dom and his drum kit a few times... but with friendly intentions!

If you're in Australia and you've only got $20, how are you going to spend it? Luke, 16, Devonport, Tas

You should be able to answer that question better than me, what do you recommend I do? Can you get, like, a bus journey to the outback for that much money? I'll pretend to be on the dole and get a rail ticket to the outback and go and live in the wild for a couple of years.

What was your first trip to Australia like? Marina, 25, Brunswick, Vic

It was brilliant. We loved all the sunshine, it blew us away. We're used to the grey, miserable depression of England, so being there was a breath of fresh air really. I remember getting freaked out by all these massive bats that were flying around our hotel. We were staying on the top floor in Sydney, and we were hanging out on the roof having a gathering with a couple of bottles of wine, and we noticed we were surrounded by massive bats. That's the first time I'd ever seen bats in my life - we all shat ourselves and ran away.

Is there any specific place you would want to be at the end of the world? Orri, 18. Reykjavik, Iceland

On a yacht, actually. It would be nice to be on the sea, away from all the chaos, just chilling out an relaxing. Depends... if the end of the world was a massive tsunami, then you definitely wouldn't want to be out on a boat, but if it was carnage and chaos and everyone was going mental, then I think it might be nice just to chill out on a boat. Go round the Maldives or Indonesia, cruise around, swim in the sea and pretend everything's find. You could probably live off fish for a while. Get one of those little water purification systems so you could just chill out and get away from it all...

You've said seeing an image of Hendrix setting his guitar on fire opened your mind to what music could be. What was it about that scene that turned you on? Anthony, 22, Bundamba, Qld

I suppose it was the chaos and the edge, the new idea that you can do whatever you want in your life and in your music. When I was that age, being in a rock band seemed like it was going to give me that opportunity, to be loose and pretty much do whatever I wanted, both on stage in music and in my life. I always loved music, but it wasn't until I saw that that I realised it could actually change your whole lifestyle.

I heard a rumour about the recording of 'Plug In Baby' [from 2001's Origin Of Symmetry]. involving mushrooms, nudity and a sauna. What's the story? Tim, 20, Riverview, NSW

(Laughs) Uh, yeah. It was in between recording takes. In England every now and again, certainly when it rains, loads of mushrooms grow. You take them to open your mind up to a broader dimension - you get to see the world from a different perspective. I'm sure you get them over there as well, but in England they grow in fields, you can find them anywhere. They often grow near cow shit, unfortunately. We found ourselves... not full naked, but definitely partially naked, in a bathtub rolling around. The mixture between that and doing the takes... I can't actually remember recording the songs to be honest, but I remember listening to it and saying, "Whoa, man, this is cool!" But a week later we listened to it and thought it was all a bit crap, so we had to spend a week fixing it up. But for writing and exploring new ideas, I'd recommend mushrooms. God put them there for us to use! It's nature's drug, you shouldn't make nature illegal.

Is it true Muse once supported the Spice Girls? What was that like? Lucy, 27, Blackburn, Vic

I've no idea where this came from! I think someone stuck it on the internet for a joke and everyone believed it; it's completely false. I've never played with them or met them. I wish I did - I would've loved to have supported them... ideally on the same bus as well.

How does it feel to be the biggest little man in music? Andrew, 21, Koolewong, NSW

(Laughs) It's quite good. With the guitar on stage you get to feel quite: "Hey man, I'm not too bad after all! I'm 5'7 but I can play some good riffs so it's all right. Everything's okay." (Can't stop laughing.)

Are you easy to work with? Jesse, 18, Gympie, Qld

(Ponders) Um... no, probably not, I'd say. I'm easy to work with people who know me, but with strangers I'm quite difficult. Just because there are ways I'm used to doing things: it's probably the disadvantage of being in a band for so long, you become very connected together and have certain ways of working. I've noticed that when you bring other people into the equation they can misinterpret the way you are as being very aggressive or very forward. But when you're working with your own bandmates you're used to dealing that way.

Do you crack the whip, then?

We all crack whips with each other, depending what it is. They all crack whips with me when I'm playing the piano too much! I generally crack the whip at them when they're playing cheap drum riffs. Between the three, somewhere we find a balance.

Is the Paul McCartney song 'Mr Bellamy' written about you? (It depicts a delusional 'Mr Bellamy' sitting on a roof and refusing to come down.) Marty, 26, Hawthorn, Vic

I don't think so! I'll check it out. I seriously doubt it's about me but... I'd be very surprised if it was, that would be a funny situation.

Is it true you're thinking of working with an orchestra next? Amelia, 22, North Perth, WA

If Dom and Chris let me! No, I definitely wanted to do the whole "we've blown it and become a total pop band" and I'm sure we'll do some more bits that are a bit more groovy and more dance. More up-tempo. There's definitely a few bits and pieces lying around that have been unfinished for so long that I just think we should lay them down. We certainly wouldn't do a whole album but definitely a couple of pieces that we might be able to release outside of an album might be interesting.

How did your father's band (the Tornadoes) influence you as a musician? Jervis, 18, Mornington, Vic

Dad introduced me to music when I was very young, and played me a lot of '50s and '60s records that I probably would never have heard of if it wasn't for him. I definitely got that more sci-fi... well, not sci-fi, but I guess what people like to call the more "spacey" sound from his band. The band he was in before the Tornadoes did this song called 'Telstar' - that song was the most well known. [The instrumental, named after a satellite, was the first British song to hit No.1 in the US.] For the '50s it did sound very futuristic, and very kind of spacey, so that element of the band definitely came from him.

Is it true you live in the house of former opera composer Vincenzo Bellini and you're trying to conjure up his ghost? Amanda, 23, Ferny Grove, Qld

I don't actually live there. The band were building a place where we could rehearse and live while we were rehearsing, and it's in the grounds of an Italian opera composer's house. I tried to get some of his vibes going because I listened to some of his music and I think it's brilliant stuff. It definitely feels like it's got some kind of musical ghost hanging around. If I was ever going to get a house and it was haunted, I'd want it to be haunted by a great composer, that's kind of ideal for me (laughs).

Do Muse fall into roles in the studio? Chris, 17, Glenelg, SA

Dom tends to take the role of the pedantic devil for the detail; he goes mental for absolutely every little detail. Chris is more the person who moderates the vibe and says, "Look, this isn't happening, take a break and wait for a day, wait for a few hours until it's going to happen." Dom would play the same song 20 times a day and get it wrong 20 times, whereas Chris would say, "Let's just take a break and come back." Dom would be all, "No, let's keep playing." I pretend to be behind the desk. I'm always drawn to being with the producer. I should be on the other side of the glass singing and playing, but I'm always behind the desk trying to control things - I always end up getting told to fuck off and get back in where I belong!

So are you into recording other artists?

Yeah, definitely. It's frustrating when we're making our own records, because I want to be involved in the production myself but I can't do it when I'm actually playing, you know? It's something I'd like to do when I'm older, too old to tour or something. So maybe in about 10 years when I'm slowing down a bit and I've got tennis elbow - tennis everything! - I'll start producing records instead.

What's one of your most memorable moments visiting Australia? Dom, 22, Preston, Vic

There's been loads. The Big Day Out is always loads of fun, I got to hang out with a lot of great bands there. This year was good: it's a bit of a blur, but I remember trashing someone's house. We had an amazing party in this really expensive flat in Melbourne. Some crazy guy decided he would let a few bands part there. By the end of it I remember seeing Mike [Skinner] from the Streets holding a couch in the air - he was surfing the couch while taking paint off the wall! I feel sorry for the guy whose house it was, but he certainly should have known what was going to happen when he invited us!

If there's a colour for sex, what would it be? Caitlyn, 15, Chirnside Park, Vic

(Pause) Well it's got to be red hasn't it, surely? Blue's a bit too boring.

It's pretty obvious from Black Holes And Revelations you're disillusioned by the current political climate. Does public apathy get you down? Or do you hold out hope for a revolution? Tegan, 17, Banara Point, NSW

I'd say I'm generally optimistic about people, but I'm pessimistic about society, and the way it's all been put together. But generally I'm very optimistic that people will pull through and come out shining at the other side. I think w're likely to see some heavy shit over the next 50 or 100 years, but if you look forward 100 years there's going to be a group of people having a laugh somewhere.

A couple of big bands have joined together lately - Audioslave, Velvet Revolver. If you had to start another band who would you have in it? Josh, 22, Waverton, NSW

Speaking of Audioslave, Tom Morello would certainly be the guitarist; Flea from Chili Peppers on the bass. Drums... who's brilliant? Maybe Jimmy Chamberlain, the guy who played for the Pumpkins. Singing would have to be Tom Waits, I'd say. I think that would be an interesting grouping.

Everyone is impressed by the XY synth pad on your guitar in 'Invincible' Do you do all the work on your guitars yourself? Dan, 19. Armidale, NSW

I've just always fancied something and gone, "I can't believe no one thought of that before." I had this effects unit I was using, the XY controller, and I thought, well, why don't I just stick it in the guitar? Luckily I've got a friend who makes guitars, so I said, "Can you stick this in the guitar for me?" and he worked on it for a while. It took us a couple of goes to get it right but it was quite decent. So it's just a case of imagining something and having a mate who can built it. So a lot is custom made, not personally by me but invented by me, if you like.

How difficult is it to use a jetpack? Kieran, 20, Waurn Ponds, Vic

(Laughs) I wouldn't know, because I've never used a jetpack. I think I saw one once, didn't Michael Jackson use one to get on stage? I've got something that's a bit like that, but it's not actually a get engine. It's a 50cc engine with a propeller attached. You just take a sort of parachute to jump off a hill, and you use the engine to push you higher and higher, It's not really a jet, though - "jet" makes it sound a bit more exciting!

Will you be using this device on stage?

The problem is it's very weather dependent, so it could go terribly wrong. It's 50/50 that I could hit the stage - there's a chance I could accidentally go in to the crowd and the propeller would probably mince up about 100 people! So maybe I'll save save that for when we're playing a super massive outdoor venue. "Everyone stand back!"

Lastly, jmag wants to know what's the question you'd most like to be asked?

You're going to ask me that now, aren't you? I'm trying to imaging someone coming in to an interview and just saying, "Ah, fuck it - do you fancy a pint?" If you ever meet me, instead of doing the interview just say that and we'll go down the pub, have a drink and have a much more relaxed time.

Well, next time, that's what we'll do.

Sounds good to me.

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Track Record : Muse Formed: Back in the early ’90s, three students at Teignmouth Community College in Devon, UK, were in separate bands before forming Muse in 1997. Original name? Rocket Baby Dolls Members: Matthew Bellamy (guitar/keys/vocals), Chris Wolstenholme (bass) and Dominic Howard (drums) Albums: Four to date: Showbiz (1999), Origin Of Symmetry (2001), Absolution (2003) and Black Holes And Revelations (2006) Random facts: Gold Coast act the Sick Puppies covered ‘Stockholm Syndrome’

Justin Timberlake described Muse as “the best band there was” at the 2006 MTV European Music Video Awards

2004’s Glastonbury’s set would be described by Bellamy as “the best gig of our lives”. Sadly Dominic’s father, Bill, suffered a heart attack immediately after, and died

Muse’s ‘Space Dementia’ is the soundtrack to the latest perfume ad by cosmetics giant Christian Dior

[cetaceans-pls]

A Chips And Dips Kind Of Night

Bruce is working undercover at a 7/11.

Dick does not know this.

Gen fic with Bruce and Dick, written for @brucewayneweek for the prompt ‘midnight snacks’. why do i love writing them grocery shopping so much??

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Bruce mutters a dishonest “Welcome” when the door swings open, and assertively does not look up from some Facebook video on hot rods on his phone. Trying to distill the average convenience store worker had been both very hard and very easy; hard, because there’s an undercurrent of wincing dissatisfaction at working a full shift for not enough wages and it isn’t a feeling he can ever truly feel, and easy, because if you’re working the graveyard shift of a convenience store neither your co-workers nor your patrons expect you be in the least bit Regular.

There’s the quiet shuffling and rustling of a customer trying to decide the undecidable (which flavour of potato chips to go for tonight), and Brucec doesn’t lift his gaze. If there’s shrinkage because someone needs or frankly even wants a snack for the night, it’s 7/11′s problem, not his. He had to draw the line at the kid trying to steal an entire magazine rack, but only because it was too obvious and halfway through he’d been so entranced by the boy trying to fit a rack taller and wider than he was into his jacket that he’d be culpable on the CCTV.

So he leaves them to their own devices, switches to another video, this time about 1970s carburetors, and idly wonders if it really will take the full 2 weeks he’s expecting for Bulgar to finally show his face outside his safehouse on the other side of the road. Two weeks with minimal patrolling is not a very appealing prospect, but Bruce likes to treat himself to long, low-risk undercover missions once or twice a year.

Outside the armour and outside the tux he sometimes feels liminal, like 2/3rds of a man at best. Being a nondescript civvie doing something regular is an excuse to not be a whole person, but because it’s near impossible to describe this to his family, he tends to keep his more nondescript covers quiet.

A treat, just a quiet little thing that belongs just to him.

Unfortunately, the thing about being a parent is that very, very few things end up being just your own.

The customer plonks a selection of breakfast bars, a fistful of popsicles, and a half gallon of chocolate milk on the counter, and Bruce finally tears his sight away from a disembodied hand meticulously scrubbing a choke plate to finally do his job.

He feels like he earns his spot on the Justice League twelve times over, when he’s able to play it cool as he meets Dick’s eyes, and realises that the man absolutely does not realise it’s him.

Dick smiles jovially, even though it’s 3 AM and there’s a bruise right over one eye from unknown origin. “Hey,” he says, cheerful as all fuck. “Are you new? Is Marsha okay? I know I haven’t been in for a couple of weeks, but she’s been here years.”

Bruce starts scanning the items, and is glad that he’d foregone most of his tech, and had sprung for some dark brown lenses. All of them have handy little gadgets that are designed to give them a quiet little buzz if they register too much electrical activity, but all Bruce has is his phone and a comm piece shoved into the toe of one boot.

Bruce looks at Dick’s cheerful face, though, and is instantly confident that he doesn’t have one of those gadgets, or any of the thousand others Bruce has precision designed to keep them safe. Just walked literally 15 blocks over to some shitty 7/11 so familiar to him he’s friends with the cashier.

“I am new,” Bruce replies, voice a little higher than his usual speaking voice. “But I’m temporary. Marsha was training me all of last week, but she’s going to be away till the end of September. Said she won a trip, some weird trivia thing on a radio show.” He shrugs. “It’s just me on nights now.”

Dick, if anything, is even more cheery. “Oh wow, that’s great news! Hope she’s on a tropical beach somewhere, drinking a piña colada and living her best life.” He laughs to himself, but then starts to frown. “Also, this is totally my bad, but you 100% should not be telling random guys where your co-workers are or aren’t. You definitely shouldn’t be telling random guys that you’re the only one working the graveyard shift. It’s dangerous, big guy.”

Bruce makes an effort to very obviously look Dick up and down, before snorting. “I think I’m gonna be okay; you got kind eyes.” He scans 3 popsicles back to back, and worries for his son’s teeth. “And maybe I’m lying too. Maybe I’ve already killed everyone else on staff, shoved their bodies into the ice box, and I’m pretending I’m a new hire so I can cut off the faces of full-grown men who buy chocolate milk and wear it as a hat.”

A regular person, someone who hasn’t had a lifetime of violence and rescues, likely would have been pretty freaked out to hear all of that come out the mouth of an emotionless 6′3 man who’s almost as wide as the magazine rack, but Dick just bursts out laughing.

“Is being funnny and kinda weird a requirement for hiring here?” he says, a little breathless. “I don’t smell blood and I don’t see any signs of a scuffle. That shirt actually fits you, so it’s not like you KO’d a 45-year-old lady and then miraculously fit in her uniform. You didn’t have to look where to reach for the plastic bag, which I don’t need anyways, and,” and Dick looks so, so smug here, “you got kind eyes too. So I know you’re good, uh,” he squints at Bruce’s name tag. “Barty?”

Bruce is still too taken aback to be read to filth like that, and he’s too busy being proud of how good of a detective Dick is even at his most casual, to think about the words coming out his mouth.

“My parents couldn’t decide between Barry and Marty and split the difference.”

That has Dick cracking up all over again. “Oh man, wait, sorry, I’m not trying to make fun of you but that’s really, really sweet and really, really dumb. Hey, let me make this fair. Ask me my name.”

Bruce knows the set-up and the punchline to this, but Dick’s merriment is infectious even to made-up Barty who’s working nights because he’s going through a divorce and the stress has made him a bit of an insomniac. “What’s your name?”

“I’m a Dick,” Dick says proudly, chest puffed up. “Can’t even blame my parents for this one, it says Richard on my birth cert, but I’m definitely a Dick.”

Bruce doesn’t laugh, but he does roll his eyes good-naturedly. “I can tell.”

“Fighting words from my man Barty.” Dick’s still got a smile in his eyes. “Now that we’ve established you’re not a serial killer and we’ve bonded over our hilarious names, I’m gonna give you my number.”

That does make Bruce choke, and once again his brain goes offline while his mouth leans in. “Thanks, but I’m emotionally unavailable.” He listens to himself say the words, and takes a second to wonder if Dick’s somehow blasted truth serum through the AC to elicit that earnest of a statement out of him.

He expects Dick to laugh at him again, and Dick does, but it’s a lot quieter and much, much gentler. “Hey, now. Don’t we all get like that sometimes?” He reaches over the counter for an errant pen, and pulls out a crumpled up old receipt from his sweatpants. “Nah, I’d never hit on someone while they’re on shift. You guys have enough going on.” He writes down his number, and Bruce despairs to see that it’s his actual mainline. “No, it’s just that this area can get kinda sketchy. Most of the robberies are pretty chill so I always recommend you just go with it, but sometimes things can get a little violent.”

He writes D I C K in massive capital letters, and draws a smiley before passing the slip of paper over. “I live pretty close and I’m usually up late, so I’ll tell you the same thing I told Marsha. Anything happens, if you get worried or even if you just want some company, gimme a call and I’ll swing by if I can.”

Bruce looks at the crumpled bit of receipt like it’s a reliquary, and wonders how Dick came through the other side of a lifetime’s worth of interaction with Bruce to end up being this degree of unbearably good. “Why are you doing this?” he asks, uncomprehending. Has he been made?

Dick shrugs. “I’ve done it with pretty much every night-time clerk I run into, so it’s not that unusual. But also, uh, uhm.” He goes a little red in the ears. “You don’t look like him at all, but you kinda remind me of my dad. My second dad. Kind of. Uhm.” He rallies. “The point is, you remind me of him, and if he’s out working in the night and something happened to him.....” Dick smiles a little shyly. “I’d want someone to help him. And if I want that for him, I want to be that for other people, you know? No big deal.”

It is, in fact, A Very Big Deal. Bruce feels as half-melted as the long forgotten popsicles, a sticky puddle roasting in Dick’s presence. “That’s very kind of you.” He clears the frog out his throat with great effort. “Bet your dad is very proud of you.”

He’s rarely meant anything more.

Dick grins, tapping his card on the machine and shoving his wares into a shopping bag with the Superman emblem on it. “Maybe? Probably. He’s the emotionally unavailable type too, to be honest, but same for you as for him, Barty, I’m not gonna let your intense gloominess stop me from looking out for you. See, I was raised well after all.”

“I can tell. Have a good night, Dick.”

And he slips a little, in the manner and in the voice. Not enough to trip him out of Barty and back into himself, but enough for Dick to blink then blink again, before grinning and waving.

“You too, Barty. Don’t work too hard!”

Dick disappears into the dark night, and Bruce doesn’t work too hard, doesn’t work at all, because he’s too busy being bent over with his forehead to the counter, brain buzzing like a light bulb on the fritz because he’s no longer feeling detached and liminal, a fractional man.

He’s Bruce Wayne, he’s Dick’s second dad, and he’s unspeakably proud of his son.

(He’s even, just a little bit, proud of himself.)

[hyacinth-among-the-stars]

Where I’ve Been

Hi!

Uh it’s been a hot minute and I’d love to give an update on things.

Firstly, I have unfortunately fallen out of contact with HayleyB, and likely will not be voicing Bede in the audio adaptation of “Shattered” due to my lost account info for Casting Call Club. We went our separate ways rather abruptly but I am very glad she gave me the opportunity to have some semblance of contact and happiness.

Due to this, there will be no update to Lizzy’s story as she’s undergoing some heavy redesigning and story reworking to make her less of a Mary Sue. She’ll still be that funky little gremlin who annoys Leon, but her story will not take place in the same universe as Hayley’s works. Instead I’m working her into her own story and her own universe along side some other Pokemon OCs of mine, and hopefully I will be able to make some form of a story with them.

Secondly, while my hyperfixation for Pokemon has calmed, I do still have one, and that’s MCYT! I will sometimes post and ramble about things from that community and hopefully none of them see this (I’m looking at you Eret and Cleo). I don’t see myself as becoming this big creator here on Tumblr, so anything I post will (likely) go unseen. I dont expect my shit to go viral and suddenly get tons of attention; and I’m actually really ok with that (personally I’m hoping for it too).

Third, while it is widely known between my friend group(s) that I have mental struggles, I’ve come to realise that I have a mental disorder. For personal reasons I would like to keep to myself, and kindly request you respect and refrain from asking about it because frankly its not your business. While yes I am willing to talk about mental health, its also important that I have privacy to my own issues and life. The anonymity on this platform (and social media in general) can only go so far before you cross the line of no longer being unknown.

Fourth, I’m planning a massive rebranding for my blog, and will likely be moving my stuff to a private page. I appreciate every like my stuff has gotten, but I think it’s important to move on with life in a positive direction and not dwell on what my blog was. I’m settling on a new look and am very excited to show off how much I’ve grown not only as a writer, but as an artist as well.

Finally, any following I’ve had will likely be cut. This is due to not only the reboot of my own page, but also I’m following too many people. For the sake of my own mental health I want to keep low on the Tumblr Police radar (and out of the eyes of people who know me outside of the internet) so I’m going to try to rely on a posting schedule. I’ll have content some days and wont others.

With all that being over with, I think it’s time to re-introduce myself!

Hello! My name is Sky (or Mellohi) / Hyacinth Among The Stars! I’m 21 and I use He/They/It/Gore/Sun/Storm/Lunar/Light pronouns! I’m a trans man and MLM/Gay! I write, I draw, and sometimes I (attempt to) stream games! Its so nice to meet you!

[meanbihexual]

for the soft prompts, "kissing their lover’s knuckles"

Oh my god it's been 3 months since you asked this. I'm so sorry, I'm like a snail trying to escape from molasses. But I really enjoyed writing this, so thank you for the prompt! (Also, I wrote some of this from Theron's PoV and I'll probably post it later after I have time to clean it up because I think it's funny.)

Stupidity, or, How to Tell Your Jedi Girlfriend You Got into a Fistfight

Rating: E

Pairing: Theron Shan/Safiya Adraiel (f!Jedi Knight)

The light side of the Force did not breathe easily on Yavin IV. Centuries of darkness, of every centimeter of this jungle moon steeping in the hatred and madness of Vitiate and his most devoted, had transformed it into a gaping wound that oozed cold tendrils of dread into the very air that surrounded it. Even for a Jedi Master, experienced in both the ways of the dark side and the former Sith Emperor as Safi was, finding the light here was a long, slogging battle.

From the moment that Republic troops had landed in the section of jungle that had been selected to house their camp, it became apparent that something was going to have to be done about the ever-present darkness. Their side of the Coalition simply wasn’t used to this sort of energy, and after the first day planetside, when 38 fights, 162 instances of insubordination, and “a frankly ridiculous amount” of unprompted crying fits were reported, Grandmaster Satele charged the Jedi with doing whatever they were able to mitigate the effects on themselves and their comrades.

Which was why Safi now found herself, tired and stiff, sitting cross-legged on her camp bed and trying to shake off the aftereffects of several hours of largely fruitless meditation. Her attempts to soothe and sway the Force into something less oppressive hadn’t made much progress tonight, but she supposed that was only to be expected. Anything that was going to be easily influenced would already have been taken care of in the last few weeks, and what was left was going to take considerably more effort.

For now, though, there was no sense in continuing to throw herself at the problem; she had exhausted her mind this evening, and she needed to get out of her head, to exercise physical muscles instead of mental.

She was so drained that she didn’t even notice Theron’s approach until the security panel at the door of her tent chimed and he ducked under the flap, turning to secure it once more after he stepped through. Since their time on Rishi, when she had stopped fighting the attraction that had been growing between them since their first meeting, her awareness of him through the Force had grown quickly. If he was anywhere near his presence flamed across her senses like a supernova that she couldn’t ignore if she tried. That he had been able to surprise her at all was a testament to how thoroughly she had worn herself out.

“I’m glad you’re here,” she started, stretching her neck side to side as she spoke. “I need—” She broke off suddenly as Theron turned to her and she got her first real look at him. The beginnings of what would likely be a nasty bruise blossomed across his left jaw and cheekbone, and his lip on the same side was split and swollen. His jacket was off, draped over one arm, and the white shirt he wore was dirty and torn in several places. Splotches of blood stained the hem on the right side, Safi guessed due to his hand, which was wrapped in the fabric and pressed against his torso.

She stood hurriedly, crossing the short distance between them in a few quick steps. Standing before him, her hand came up to his face, fingers hovering just centimeters over his bruised skin.

“What happened?” she asked, concern and dismay winding through her words.

Theron lifted his uninjured hand and rubbed it across the back of his neck, looking distinctly sheepish as he spoke.

“I got in a fight.”

“A fight?” Safi echoed, raising a brow in disbelief and drawing back slightly. She moved to cross her arms, changed her mind halfway through, and motioned to the bed instead.

“Sit down. I’ll get the med kit, and you can tell me what happened while I patch you up.”

She could hear the change in her voice, the tone that had morphed from caring to something much less sympathetic after his admission, but she was at a loss to do anything about it. Of all the explanations he could have offered, a fight was the last thing she had expected. What could have possessed him…but maybe she was being unfair. It was possible it had been completely legitimate, she reasoned as she moved to the locker on the back wall of the tent, opening it and removing a small med kit. She should give him a chance to explain.

Returning to the bed and sitting down in front of him, she opened the case, removing a small tube of kolto gel and breaking the seal. Squeezing a dollop onto two fingers, she began to gently dab the medicine onto his bruised face.

“So?” she prompted as she worked.

Theron sighed, and her faint hopes for a reasonable explanation evaporated as she watched his face contort with embarrassment.

“Please tell me it wasn’t with an Imperial,” Safi continued when he remained silent for another moment.

He started to shake his head before seeming to remember that she needed him to stay still.

“No,” he said instead. “A Republic soldier.”

Safi squeezed out more kolto and moved from his cheek to his split lip. Theron hissed as the kolto made contact with the open wound and she winced.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, trying to keep her touch as gentle as possible. “I know it stings.”

Theron reached out and laid his good hand on her knee.

“It’s okay,” he assured her, self-deprecation heavy in his voice. “My fault for getting in a fight, not yours.”

“Can’t argue with that,” she answered, a tiny smile flitting across her face. “I’m done with your face. Let’s see that hand.”

Theron unwound the hem of shirt from around his fingers and held his hand out to Safi, who took it in her own and examined it closely. The middle knuckles of all four fingers were split and sluggishly oozing blood; the shirt seemed to have slowed but not stopped the bleeding. Bruises spread both up and down from the wounds, and his pointer finger sat crookedly in a way that she was sure meant it was broken.

“I thought you SIS agents would know how to throw a punch without hurting yourself,” she mused, rummaging through the med kit for cleaning solution and bandages.

“I know how to punch,” Theron huffed. He muttered a colorful string of curses under his breath as Safi began the arduous process of cleaning dirt and other grit from his knuckles before continuing. “How was I supposed to know that bastard had a durasteel plate in his cheek?”

Safi hmmed noncommittally, not looking up from her task.

“So why were you fighting with this durasteel-cheeked soldier in the first place?” she asked.

“He was running his mouth outside the mess tent for anyone to hear. I told him to go back to the barracks, sober up before he said something that got him in trouble. He didn’t like my suggestion and took a swing at me, so I returned the favor.”

“What was he saying?” she asked, moving on from cleaning to applying kolto. “Sorry,” she interjected again as the kolto made first contact with his fingers.

The hand that still rested on Safi’s knee gave a quick squeeze of reassurance as Theron answered.

“Nothing worth repeating. He’ll think twice about doing it again, though—I stopped to talk to his commanding officer of the way here. He’ll be on waste disposal duty on the Dauntless for the next month.”

Safi felt like she was missing something. She had seen Theron in action, knew how easy it would have been for him to disable the drunk soldier without harming him and leave the discipline to his commanding officer.

“Were you not wearing your bracers?” she asked, knowing the answer already as she stared pointedly at the pieces encircling his wrists.

When he didn’t answer her eyes flicked up his face. His cheeks were flushed and he looked distinctly uncomfortable.

“I…” he started, trailed off, and didn’t say anything more.

Safi kept pressing. “Or could you not have evaded him until someone arrived to help you subdue him? I’ve seen how quickly soldiers gather for things like that.” Her hands remained busy as she spoke, finishing up with the kolto and moving on to splint the broken finger. She made quick work of that, her hands gentle but sure, and began to wind a bandage around all of the injured fingers.

The two of them were quiet for a long moment. The silence seemed to drag on and Safi felt her jaw tighten and her shoulders stiffen as she wondered whether he didn’t know the answer to her question or if he just didn’t want to explain. A lifetime of practice had her inhaling a slow breath through her nose, visualizing her frustration fluttering away on the air as she released it from her lungs.

As she secured the end of the bandage, another thought occurred to her. “Or—”

She only got out a single syllable before Theron finally spoke, the words exploding from his lips as if he had just lost a heated battle to keep them inside.

“He was  talking about you, okay?” He let go of her knee to run his good hand over his face, cursed as he pressed too hard against his bruises, and dropped it again with a sigh. “He was talking about you, and I just…lost control.”

Safi stared at him blankly, still cradling his hand in hers, processing his confession.

It neither surprised nor bothered her that some of the coalition would have less than kind things to say about her. She was a very public, prominent face of a small group that had asked them to lay down their arms and work with their sworn enemies—enemies who, in many cases, weren’t just philosophically different. No, most of the men and women in this camp had lost family, friends, homes, and more to the Empire, and she knew the same was true in reverse. It was only natural that some people would take that stress out on her, and her mind skipped over that information with barely any consideration.

What did surprise her, though, what had her thoughts swirling and crashing like the waves on Manaan during a hurricane, was the fact that Theron had gotten into a fight to…what? Defend her honor? Her first instinct was to tell him it wasn’t necessary—this certainly wasn’t the first time someone had made disparaging remarks about her, and it wasn’t likely to be the last—but she couldn’t deny that something inside her softened at the idea of him standing up for her. That didn’t change the fact that brawling was not something she approved of, and frankly she was still shocked that Theron had lost his cool like that.

He had remained quiet while she took in what he had said, and she noticed now that he looked miserable. Aside from his injuries, he held his mouth in a tight line, his eyes were downcast with what looked like guilt—and she suddenly realized how stupid she was being.

“Theron,” his name poured from her lips, soft and smooth as shadowsilk, and his eyes flicked up to meet hers with surprise. Clearly, whatever he had been expecting her response to be, it wasn’t this.

Safi tried to continue, to put into words the storm of affection and concern inside of her, but nothing came out. How could she tell him all at once that she was both frustrated and undone by him, worried about and irritated with him, overcome with tenderness and disbelief and something else, something soft and warm and utterly terrifying that she no name for?

She couldn’t, so instead she raised his injured hand to her lips and ghosted a gentle kiss across his bandaged knuckles. Immediately his face softened, one side of his mouth tilting up into that little half smile that made her insides melt.

“It was stupid, huh?” he said laughingly, shifting so that he could pull her against his side.

“Very stupid, yes,” she agreed, leaning her head against his shoulder. “Next time, just start with the shit duty.”

[tokiro07]

Ch. 136 thoughts

[Bringing the Heat]

FINALLY

FUUKO

GETS

A SOLO FIGHT!!!

Short-lived as it was, it serves as a great introduction for how she’s grown; all of the experiences that she’s gained thus far (learning to draw in preparation to meet Anno Un leading to her using G-Liner, learning how to use her gun post-Unrepair arc making her a skilled shot, learning how to alter her Unluck from her time in Andy’s past allowing her to use it on objects, etc.) all culminate in a fantastic new moveset that really makes Fuuko feel like she’s as capable a fighter as anyone else

BUT WE STILL DON’T KNOW WHAT THE GUN ARTIFACT ACTUALLY DOES!

That’s not really as important as the revelation that Fuuko can impart Unluck onto objects though. It makes sense; people value objects in much the same way they do other people, often personifying them in the process, so for Fuuko to feel personally attached to the bullets that she took the time to craft herself feels like a natural evolution to her ability and one that frankly I should have seen coming. Just goes to show how engrained in the rules one can get!

Also very clever that God would send Heat to Gina’s cold town, knowing that he would go out of his way to “change” the temperature and prompt Gina to try to hold things as they are. Really explains how she used Unchange on the entire local atmosphere, she was literally trying to prevent the atmosphere itself from changing

Nico using his Pods to make a cube, thus altering the parameters of Gina’s “atmosphere” was also really clever, we love to see how the Rules can be manipulated at every turn

I’m especially glad to see Fuuko explicitly becoming friends with Gina, they established such a nice rapport right at the beginning that didn’t get to go anywhere. I wonder how that’s going to affect Gina’s feelings for Andy?

Finally, Feng being what was summoned by Fuuko’s Unluck is a really great transition to the next conflict; the fight with Heat was really short, so knowing that we’ll be able to see Fuuko face off against one of the strongest human enemies she’s ever faced really builds the hype for the next chapter!

I doubt she’s going to solo him since we’ve got Nico, Ichico and Gina around now, and considering that Undead Unluck itself is a very Friendship heavy series (I mentioned recently that there are very few one-on-ones), we’re bound to see how these three underused characters can contribute to a group-battle. Especially fitting that we’re seeing them fight against Feng, the most “I fight alone” character in the entire series

Now here’s my question: if this is 50 years before modern day, Feng should already be 120, meaning that he should have been stuck at age 70 for the last 50 years already, so why is he clearly in his 20′s again? Did he somehow get Unfade early? Did he somehow survive the Loop? Did he find Life is Strange already and use it on some unsuspecting person? ...Did Andy let him use it on him?

We are ROCKETING towards the final battle, and I. Am. PUMPED!

[warriorsredux]

tbh you’re kind of inspiring me to want to make a similar thing to this but like, coming in from the other direction? making things more supernatural and fantastical than realistic and whatnot. like, cats definitely do not eat plants as medicine, but instead conduct rituals with them. cats will have powers, but the vast majority are little things like having a somewhat better sense for prey than their peers, or being able to draw water out of plants, and so on- having a majorly useful, powerful ability is usually a clear sign that that cat is meant for big things. technicolor deviantart OCs are obviously too unrealistic, but more improbable fur patterns, etc, are known to exist. there is definitely at least one heroic red-eyed cat. sometimes a twoleg- er, human- comes by that they can communicate with*, that teaches them things about human culture. kittypets are known to swear. hauntings are not uncommon- usually friends and family being visited by a deceased prankster, but also murdered cats haunting their killer. though, the latter especially generally manifests itself as really bad luck, due to starclan cats having limited ability to affect the world and the average cat not being able to see them, which leads to something along the lines of “guilt is following Catname” being a phrase. though, it’s worth noting that it’s frowned upon in starclan for a casualty of war to haunt the cat on the other side that killed them- something something sore losers should have at least a little respect for the winner. some cats have a talent for magic, something like 1 in 9 (usually only one kitten per litter, but 2 isn’t unheard of), which puts them on the track for being trained to be a, uh mage** cat i guess instead of medicine cat. frankly while i get that it’s a role with gravitas i never understood why there’s only one senior medicine cat training one apprentice per clan at a given time, it just seems like there’s a lot of risk of either the apprentice being left untrained or the clan being left with no medicine cats at all due to untimely death. the clans are bigger due to generally living closer to 10-12 than 8-9 as well as higher survival to warriorhood, but are in turn more susceptible to things like plague, or magical maladies. i think they live at the lake here, because 1) i say so /lh, 2) as an american i’m more familiar with american geography (i dont know what a moor is lol), and 3) i think it would be a funny juxtaposition with your redux

*a human mage

**(ehehehe seer and mage. im really sorry, i couldnt resist)

i don’t think i’ll build this up quite as much as you have your amendments/redux, but it was fun to come up with things. regardless of if you read or like this, hope you have a nice day (PS: i would have sent this as an ask! but due to the character limit it wouldve been in like 10 parts)

Tumblr broke and wouldn’t let me edit this to respond, sorry. I’m glad this Redux inspired you to create! I say go wild with whatever you want to do, my man. This Redux’s whole thing is quite different from (and worse than) it’s current iteration, but if it’s still inspiring folks, that’s all I can ask for.

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (692): Wed 7th Feb 2024

I first watched the classic Rik Mayall / Ade Edmondson sitcom Bottom when I was…frankly far too young, maybe six or seven. I think it may have actually been the live show that my Dad let me watch which is far ruder than the TV series so Christ knows why he let me watch it. But I’m glad he did because it have informed much of my sense of humour since then and I still consider it to be a crowning achievement of comedy. For years and years I’ve been wanting to get a tattoo commemorating this collection of filth to my skin but I’ve never been able to settle on a design. A while back I decided that I wanted the tattoo to be Richie and Eddie dressed up as a devil and a banana from the Halloween episode but I can’t draw so I’ve been unable to manifest the idea. The was until a few months ago when I saw a T-shirt design on Redbubble which was like my dream design come to life and I decided to get it inked on me. The last two weeks has been agonizing as I’ve literally been looking at the clock and counting down the hours until it was time to get inked up but at long last I headed off to the tattoo studio this morning to get it done. This wasn’t cheap as I’ve shilled out £240 for this thing which is a lot of money to pay for something I’ll probably have to spend a lot of time explaining what it is since Bottom is quite a cult show but it had to be done. When the tattooist came over to me she “Are you ready for your Bottom tattoo” and I had to have a quick look around to make sure there was no one around to misconstrue the situation and think that I was getting a tattoo done on my arse. The tattoo itself wasn’t that painful but the skin on my elbow kept getting snagged on the stand I was resting my arm on while it was being done and my hand went to sleep a couple of times but other than that it was fine. The tattooist in the cubicle next to mine was talking to her customer about the unusual animals she’d eaten while she was in china including cockroaches and scorpions. Later on her customer was telling her about how she had bought a praying mantis to get rid of all the ladybirds in her garden and I thought she best not tell this tattooist this as she might try and eat it. The whole process took about an hour and forty minutes and when it was done I beamed with joy as I saw Richie and Eddie staring back at me in the mirror. I’m so happy with this beautiful bastard, it is by a long way the best stupid decision I have ever made.

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Merry Christmas, @angeedogee! I heard you like Fenro!

For the @ducktalessecretsanta2019 exchange.

This isn’t my best work, sorry, but I do like how Gyro’s eyes turned out. Actually, scratch that his whole face is priceless.

Lil’ Bulb’s on Manny’s shoulder holding the fishing pole with the mistletoe on it, as is tradition lol.

[heejojo]

enhypen when their s/o takes off their promise ring after a fight

a/n: to the anon that requested this, i hope you're having a swell day and enjoy it. my tummy hurt so it was a bit difficult to continue but i hope you like it. feel free to tell me what you think

find part one here!

members: jay, jake and sunghoon

Jay

You love receiving gifts, who doesn’t? But you draw a line when your loved ones use gifts as a replacement for their quality time and affection. It hurts your feelings and makes you feel like you’re easily satisfied by materialistic things. A locket with his initials is nice and reminds you that he’s still with you or a part of you. It’s helpful in situations where he’s not with you.

However that feeling of staying close with him and being able to touch him. Run your hands through his hair or trace the freckles on his face that no one else can see but you. Only you can see him when he wakes up and when he’s going to bed. The times where you can easily stay relishing in the company of each other.

This is exactly what you’re trying to explain to Jay. “It’s not that I don’t love you, we both know very well I do. I just want to be here rather than sending gifts all the time,” you demonstrate, trying to get your point across but the look on Jay’s face tells you he doesn’t think the same.

“I just feel you’re being ungrateful. I am busy so giving you gifts is my way of apologizing for not being here,” he says and you understand him.

“I’m not saying I don’t like the gifts or I’m not thankful for them but I want you to be here. Even though you’re busy with work, a text would suffice. Just a simple ‘how are you doing?’ would really go a long way”

“Gosh, have you always been like this?” he scoffs and looks at you. The look in his eyes is not the Jay you know and are safe with. It looks like someone whose words has the ability to tear your esteem down.

“Like what?” you ask, internally dreading the response he would give.

“So clingy,” he begins and you swear you don’t breathe for a while when he says that. Has he always thought this way of you? How long has he seen you like this?

“Jay… you know I don’t like being called that,”

“Well sucks to be you, doesn’t it? You always want everything to go your way. The others were never like this” he says and at this statement, you get even more upset. He quickly collects himself and you can see the look of panic in his eyes when he says that. Trying to redeem himself; he reaches his arm out to you but you reject it and move back, stumbling slightly in the process. “Y/N, baby, I didn’t mean that” he starts but you raise your hand as a signal for him to stop.

“Just please, leave me alone. Go back to the others that you miss so much. While you’re at it, give them the promise ring that clearly now doesn’t mean anything to you. I’m hailing a taxi, goodbye” you announce and prepare to leave but Jay stops you.

“Please, stay the night. It’s too dark outside. I won’t do or say anything to you I swear. I just hate the thought that something might happen to you because I was a fool and let you leave when it was dark”

“I’m glad we both agree on something, then” you announce and retire to the room you both share. It should be common knowledge to Jay now that he shouldn’t overstep his boundaries and do all those cuddling things especially after the statement he made.

Jay doesn’t come to bed until much later and frankly, you don’t care. Your mind keeps replaying the statement he said. Your heart is telling you to forgive him because he looked remorseful after he did something wrong but your mind is living in the fear that he could say something like that again. Something that can hurt even more.

Jay comes in much later and falls in the space next to you. At his action, you shift further away from him and hear him sigh deeply. “Y/N, I’ve been thinking. You don’t have to respond but I am truly sorry for the things that I said. I didn’t mean them and I realize I’ve been selfish all this time. You’re always more than willing to help me and take what I say into consideration but I now understand that I rarely do the same. You might not forgive me, heck I don’t even forgive myself. But please do know that I am truly sorry for what I did”

You turn to face him after his apology and sit up earning a reaction of him doing the same. “Park Jongseong, you twat. Do this again and I’ll really leave for real”

“I’m sorry, I really am.”

“I’ve heard, now come here and hug me”

Jake

“Do you even trust me at all? Because it doesn’t even look like you trust me at all. You like keeping things inside and it’s not good. I doubt you’re even listening to me now. Babe, Jake!” you yell trying to get his attention.

However, it’s fruitless because Jake can’t hear you from the sound of music in his ears. Frustration builds inside you and you rip out the headphones from his ears.

“Hey what was that for!?” Jake asks, now fully aware of his environment.

“Have you been listening to me at all? Did you even hear what I was saying?” you inquire, feeling already invisible as it is.

“I did, it’s the same thing you always talk about, me not being able to express myself,” he confesses with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. His entire attitude is frustrating you because it seems as though you’re the only one in the relationship. You clearly care a lot about him to be telling him things like these but the way he’s responding.

“You know yourself that you’re doing the wrong thing. Why is it so hard for you to trust me? We have this ring just because we trust each other. It seems as though the ring is void now, seeing as you don’t trust me” you say slightly raising the hand where the ring is on as proof.

“You this, you that. It’s always about you”

“What do you mean it’s always about me?”

“Haven’t you stopped to think that one of the reasons why I don’t want to tell you anything is because you make it hard for me to do so?”

“You can’t just say something and stop halfway. Explain” you plead and he rolls his eyes.

“The problem is, you want to always be in control of everything. You want to know what’s going on all the time and sometimes I hardly even know what’s going on myself. I don’t know if I should even continue with anything because I feel so tired of everything. I don’t understand myself because I want to do the right thing and please you and treat you right but I can’t”

“Babe, I mean Jake; we should take a break,” you propose taking off the ring that’s evidence of your never-ending love for each other. A promise. “I think we should stay away for a while,” you say and move back slightly. Jake is clearly not in the right state of mind. Maybe some things are not meant to be. It hurts though, so many years only for you to say it’s not meant to be.

That night, you wished Jake could hear the sound of your cries but he probably wishes you would never hear his.

It takes almost a month before you and Jake see each other again and when you do, you both have to stop yourself from crying on the spot.

“Y/N, I am so sorry for hurting you. I don’t deserve you and I’m really sorry. I’ll try harder to communicate with you now”

“I did wrong too. I won’t be so controlling anymore, I promise”

“Me too,” he confesses and you both embrace each other in a hug.

Sunghoon

"You don't get to do this Sunghoon! You don't get to leave whenever you want just because the conditions aren't favourable for you. Life doesn't work like that! Stop being so selfish and listen to me for once in your life" you yell for what should be the third time that week.

Nowadays, it's not a new thing to hear you and Sunghoon fight again. Last time it was about his unhealthy habits and now it’s about his blatant resistance to criticism.

"You're not getting it Y/N! It isn't just the criticism, they're directly hating on me and calling me undeserving of my position. They're calling me a visual. I’m not just a visual. I practice for so long so that I can get more recognition for something other than my pretty face. It hurts being called the untalented one, it really does”

“I know, you’re working so hard baby. I can t-”

“Forget it, it’s not as if you would get it anyway,” he says annoyingly and you have to restrain yourself from slapping his face. Sure, you didn’t have a lot of achievements, but you are happy and he tells you a lot about how much he’s proud of you.

“Shut up. Just because I don’t have many accomplishments as you do doesn’t mean I’m worth less than you. If that is truly the case, you should find someone to give this to then,” you snap and throw the promise ring he gave you a few weeks back at his face.

You pick up your bag to leave before Sunghoon grabs your hand and stares at you with a remorseful look on his face.

“Look Y/N,” he begins ashamed but you could care less at this point. Your stubbornness usually gets the best of you at times so you hardly know how to control it. He looks cute but you refuse to let yourself be fazed by his charms. “I didn’t mean it that way. I was just stressed and it shouldn’t be an excuse to take ”

“Sunghoon, I get that the responsibilities of your job are weighing down on you but don’t talk to people that way. I’ll always support you because I know how hard you work so don’t forget that”

“Even when I’m a jerk face,” he asks, with a small pout and you swear your heart constricts a little.

“Yes, even when you’re a jerk face, you twat”

[bignosebaby]

I’m really glad to see how many people are enjoying the chimp quiz! I made it to draw attention to a great sanctuary (which can always use donations), but the reason in particular I picked chimpanzees is because, putting it mildly, chimpanzees are not cute.

Now this is not a universal opinion, but frankly chimps have taken a bit of an image hit. Many people associate chimpanzees with violence, and a lot of popular culture representations of them do not help. When chimps are taken out of their natural environment and made entertainers, pets, or public figures, they tend to cause irreparable harm. Baby chimps are raised as if they were human, and in adolescence when it becomes obvious they aren’t capable of continuing to assimilate, they have no outlet for their pent up stress, aggression, confusion, and pain. 

Many people are familiar with stories of pet chimps who seemingly ‘turned’ on their doting caregivers and maimed and killed them. On the one hand, it is very important that these stories circulate as people need to understand that primates are not pets, but the harm to their image goes beyond perceptions of them in captivity. 

The anthropomorphism of chimpanzees can be used to make them endearing to us, but it can also be used to attribute malice to them. Chimpanzees are not cute cuddly monkeys who are just like us, and they are not violent beasts who represent the worst of hominids. Basically, they are between a rock and a hard place. 

Stories of chimpanzee ‘wars’ and violence between chimps in the wild are becoming increasingly common, and coupled with their pet reputation this can lead people to believe that they are nothing but brutes even with humans removed from the equation. The problem is that in the age of the anthropocene, humans can’t be removed from the equation. Chimpanzees are far more versatile than gorillas or orangutans, and they live in groups over a wide range of territory. Under normal circumstances, chimpanzees may never meet other chimpanzees from groups foreign to them. Sadly, these are not normal circumstances. Due to habitat loss chimpanzees have been pushed into smaller and smaller areas and territory disputes are the outcome.

The chimpanzees at Save the Chimps (and other North American rescue organizations) have colourful and often tragic backstories. The 200+ residents at Save the Chimps are former biomedical research test subjects, actors, pets, and some are even descendants of chimpanzees that were in the space program. Simply put, these chimps have not had it easy. However, despite varying levels of trauma, these chimpanzees get a happy retirement. Even residents who spent the first 10 years of their lives in unnatural and cruel circumstances are able to relax, play, and be themselves. Not only is this amazing that these chimps get a second chance, but it shows that chimps are deserving of it. 

Appreciating these chimps is an outlook with long arms. When Dian Fossey began studying gorillas many decades ago, the popular image of them was that they were violent, brutish beasts. Consequently, their populations dwindled as people turned their backs to poaching. Fossey spent her life not only studying gorillas, but rehabilitating their reputation. Nowadays, people appreciate gorillas as gentle giants, intelligent, and even handsome. Gorilla populations have benefitted as a result.

Chimpanzees are intelligent, they have unique personalities, they are resilient, and they are important. If we can admire chimpanzees from afar and respect their value, their habitats, and their individuality without forcing them to conform to our anthropomorphic ideas of cuteness and palatability, who knows what could happen?

Donate to Save the Chimps here.

[miscelunaaa]

spin cycle 15 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: drabble series, slow burn, idiots to lovers, fluff, lil bit of angst, eventual smut

summary: This random guy has started doing laundry at your favorite laundromat each week (at the same time as you, no less!) and to be honest, it’s going to be a problem. You’re just not sure how yet.

rating: 18+ for eventual smut

word count: less than 500

warnings: Pre-event/holiday jitters. Academic Hell Week jitters. Jokes about Roomie’s sex life. A joke about Black Friday shopping if you squint. Honestly some of my favorite jokes in the entire series so far.

notes: Hello! I’m back! Thank you for your patience! We are homing in on the end. The next several drabbles are all going to be taking place on the same day, so keep that in mind for future postings. Note also that I think I may be able to have this wrapped up in about 25 parts so!! That’s exciting! Let’s see if it happens! 

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Regardless of if the university is off for Thanksgiving, you’ve been mired in prep for hell week. Final exams are easy. The several papers you have due before exam week are not. You may have been dragged away earlier in the week for a grocery run, sure, but the rest of prep was left to Roomie and her machine-like efficiency. You’re just there for silent emotional support, typing away at the kitchen table as she salts the chicken, preps and chops vegetables, and putters around, cleaning and tidying when she isn’t at work.

When Thursday finally comes, you wake up early to get coffee started and then do your handful of assigned tasks. You double check Roomie’s food prep list for her, as she’s asked. You scrub the toilet and make sure that the bathroom counters are in order. Finally, you dust everything, and by the time you’re finished, the coffee is done brewing. You check the time, and decide to go wake her up before she gets cranky about not waking up early enough.

The morning passes calmly enough. Roomie makes the pie in silence, humming idly to herself as she chops apples and rolls crust out. Your only job at this point is to “be available” which basically means that you keep filling her coffee mug until it’s time to move to wine.

Noon comes, and her stress level moves still higher as Namjoon’s arrival time draws near. You’re in the bathroom when you decide to try to more actively moderate her stress level.

“Do you know anything about his roommate?”

“No. He’s shy, but that’s all Joon’s really told me.”

“Probably don’t do much talking, right?” You tease as she stands in the bathroom, putting her mascara on.

“It’s not like that,” she pouts. “We talk. About stuff. Sometimes.”

“Being called baby girl while he jizzes on your stomach isn’t really talking.”

“Oh my god. If you’re like this when he’s here, I am going to crazy murder you.”

“Look, it’s not my fault I was subjected to this. I tried to block the noise, but the two of you are obscene,” you smirk. Frankly, you were glad one of you was getting laid. There’s only so much tension vibrators can eliminate.

She throws you a look. “After he had to dip Thursday, he wanted to make it up to me.”

“Yeah, but like four times?”

“I doubt he’d want to apologize for art though I’m sorry you had to hear it. I guess I know what to get you for Christmas though.”

“Sound proofing in your room?”

“Sound proofing in my room, yes—wait, it’d be way easier to just get you better headphones. Maybe there’s some wild sale on industrial hearing protection somewhere.”

“Yeah, maybe that’d block out all the jackhammering.”

“I’m glad you’re getting this all out of your system now,” she rolls her eyes.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door.

“Fuck, already?”

“I’ll get them,” you say.

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posted: 4.11.2022