#i just immediately clicked the not interested button lol

[pansexualhousecat]

why did i just saw the worst take ever on zukka's relationship and it was even combined with autism stereotypes .

[fallowtail]

i try not to let it get to me but the knowledge i am always going to be The Stupid One in every situation i’m in just…really, really sucks. sigh. oh well. i stay silly :3c

[cock-ainee]

I'm fairly surprised with how fast I wrote it (it's because it's short af lol)

The Night Guard

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Word count: 1607

Category: smut

• fingering • orgasm denial • mentions of blood (not in the sex part though) • slight violence • robot/human intercourse?? •

Characters: Springtrap x afab reader

Enjoy!

Dusty hallways, rusty vents, everything dirty and nasty. That's what the job YN accepted looked like. She didn't even have a clue why she agreed to that. Maybe because it was her only choice, and it was easy enough.

She walked down the corridor, that lead to the office she was supposed to spend 6 HOURS in. 6 motherfucking long, boring hours. At least nothing would happen, right? This place was abandoned, and it was night. Nobody would get there, aside from some kids that would try to act like some silly explorers, or something.

Could YN blame them though..? The place was pretty interesting, creepy even. It was her fault that she was just too eepy to even look at the advantages of working at such a place.

And she started hating it even more after the clock hit 2am.

Till then, she was just clicking random buttons on her tablet to fix the occuring errors, or was looking over the cameras.

Until she saw the shit that was lurking in one of the vents.

A fucking enormous, yellow rabbit, that looked like it has been thrown into a shredding machine.

And the thing moved just before her eyes. It pointed it's empty, dead gaze right at her, making her heart stop.

No, it wasn't any "romantic" moment. It was a moment of deep, breathtaking fear.

Afterall, all the animatronics were supposed to be shut, not moving the fuck around, especially not trough vents. Who the hell would've taught them that??!

YN immediately stood up, scanning the room for any possible weapon she could use against the animatronic. She spotted a baseball bat standing in the corner and decided to just note the fact in her brain, in case she would need it. For now, she intended just to see what the fuck was happening in there.

She went out on the corridor, with a flashlight in her slightly trembling hand. The ambiance in the hallway was dark and off-putting, YN felt a need to curl herself up in a ball and stay like this till 6am.

And when she turned around the corner, she let out a frightened shriek and dropped the flashlight, that broke, making YN get surrarounded in absorbent darkness.

- S-shit! -

She quickly picked the object up and tried to turn it on, to no avail. Now she started panicking. But she then just decided to look for some "off" button in the animatronic if such thing even existed. She took a few, fearful steps towards the animatronic, and let her hands wander over the torn, broken plastic plates of it's body, that felt a little furry under the pads of her fingers.

And then her hands landed on something.. unexpected. Unpleasant. SLIMY.

A yelp escaped past YN's lips, as she took a few steps away from it, falling down on her butt. And there she was, down on the ground in front of massive animatronic, that's eyes now lit up.

And it did something that made girl's heart die in her chest. It SPOKE.

- Oh, what's wrong? Did the remains of my flesh scare you off this much, young lady? -

He took a step ahead, the metal grumbling and whirring with each movement of his robotic legs.

YN quickly scrambled up from the floor and backed away, meeting the wall with her backside.

- No use in running. You can't escape me -

The creature took a few more steps towards the girl, paralyzed with fear. Hot breath fanned over YN's neck, warm, despite of the owner's cold demeanor. The girl could feel her whole body tense at the smell of the animatronic's breath - and it lowkey smelled like rotting flesh.

How could it even breathe-? It was a machine.

YN snapped back to reality and tried to think fast, wanting to find a way to protect her life and dignity. She looked at the animatronic and seeing that it wasn't in arm reach yet, she took her chance and sprinted down the hallway, back into her office. She locked herself in it, quickly shutting off all the cameras, not to scare herself even more.

But then a loud bangs came from the door. They were creaking as if they were just about to break down. And just when YN stepped away from them, they did. The wood broke, sending parts of it flying until they hit the floor too. YN gripped the baseball bat she found earlier, intending to protect herself with it. But one powerful swing of the animatronic's arm was enough to throw it out of her grasp, and making the girl fall to her knees. Springtrap rose her up by her chin, reaching his free hand out to smear her blood over his fingers. Only now did YN realise that there was a splinter stuck in her cheek.

- Tsk tsk. You're bleeding. What a silly little girl you are -

His voice was dark and enticing, and YN strangely found herself kind of.. responding to it.

- W-what are you? -

She asked fearfully, her eyes darting over the animatronic, looking like a prey who has just been caught by a predator.

- "What"? Oh dear, don't treat me like an animal -

He spoke and another dark chuckle left his.. mouth?

- Most call me.. Springtrap. You can call me however you'd like.. but it still doesn't change your situation -

YN gulped, feeling his plastic hand trail over her throat.

- Are you.. going to kill me? -

- Kill you? That would be too easy, don't you think? I'd rather use you.. the other way -

Girl's heart sank. What could he mean? She felt terror making it's way up her spine, sending chills over it. And then, she was thrown across the desk, on her back, as Springtrap towered above her. His big hands trailed over her waist, as the realisation slowly hit YN. This was his "other way".

- I haven't seen a woman for so long... Let alone a woman.. not to mention me having a touch of a woman -

- Please.. I'll do anything you wish, but just... Please not this -

Springtrap immediately shut her up, with a glare that seemed..alarmingly sharp.

- If not this.. i can simply kill you. Would you like that? -

Silence and a shudder from YN answered him.

- That's what i thought -

Moments later, YN's clothes were ripped and discarded to the floor. Girl's nipples stiffened from the cold air hitting them, and Springtrap just stayed silent, looking over at the girl's body. His cold fingers kneaded the flesh, soft and plushy under his touch.

- Fascinating.. -

He muttered, turning the girl onto her stomach, making her let out an unintended moan at the way her hardened buds rubbed over the desk. Springtrap chuckled.

- Don't worry.. soon enough, you'll be.. making these sounds louder -

YN felt plastic touch on her thighs and couldn't help but whine at the way the digits brushed over her pearl and sensitive folds. She felt embarrassed, because she wasn't supposed to be reacting to it this way.

Springtrap laughed as his finger circled over YN's entrance, finding out that she wasn't necessarily all dry.

- You're starting to like this, aren't you? That's such a shame -

The girl let out a yelp as suddenly Springtrap's finger pushed inside her, stretching her inner walls just with it. It was scary how much it filled her alone. The animatronic marveled over the female, taking in notes of her reactions. Every whimper, every moan, every squeeze of her velvety heat on his finger. And as her thighs started shuddering, he pulled his finger out, denying her an orgasm.

YN whined pretensionally, looking at him over her shoulder just to get her head pushed down forcefully.

- Don't you even dare think it's about you -

He grumbled, as he reached to the pad of his pelvis, and YN could hear a metal click before something more humanly, oddly warm pressed over the curve of her rear.

The female gasped, understanding flooding her senses as a shiver of fear and excitement got goosebumps forming on her skin.

Springtrap's cock slid down, to rub between her legs and collect her arousal on it.

And soon, he was pushing into her, tight heat, earning a muffled moan from her.

YN cursed herself for thinking he could ever have mercy with her. She whined pathetically as he picked up the pace immediately, hitting all the soft spots inside her repeatadly, with no care for YN of the way it could hurt her.

But it only got her core gushing and sweet sounds escaping her as she neared her end once. Springtrap could feel her climaxing on his cock once, tightenjng around him and spilling juices over his cock and plastic pelvis, making the coupling more fluid.

He was mostly quiet, only letting out grunts and little groans as he pounded into her relentlessly. And soon another intense, shaky orgasm ripped trough YN, as she fell limp on the desk, too exhausted to keep her head up.

After a few more minutes of the rough session Springtrap let out a primal growl, pinning the girl down with his weight, as he released thickly inside of her.

He then pulled out his member halfly out of her, as YN tried scrambling off the desk. Springtrap chuckled darkly and pinned her down agressively again.

- Where do you think you're going? It's barely 3am -

And that were going to be 3 more long, long hours...

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Sorry for any mistakes or for not using colorful language, but english is my second one, so.. yk.

Anyways thank you for reading and the likes too 😭😭

[rottenpumpkin13]

I just wanted to say (bc I saw the problem with ppl being attacked through asks) I genuinely love your posts. They cheer me up. At first I saw your acc bc my friend thought huh strange someone has the same name, age, interest, and pronouns as me and legit asked if it was me. Since being introduced (for context I work a corporate 9-5 job) every time I see notifications of you posting I’m running to see. You’re honestly one of my favorite accounts. I hope you’re doing okay. Taking the necessary rest/recovery.💗

I randomly clicked on a blog that liked one of my posts one day and saw "Elle, 22, she/they" in the bio 😚 I wonder if it was you, because if not we need to make an "Elle, 22, she/they" club immediately because there might be more of us lol

I've gotten my fair share of rude anons this year, but nothing recently. I try not to reply to them both for my sake and that of the people who come onto my blog because they want a mini escape from whatever it is that they're going through, so maybe that's why it's cooled down a bit. People tell me this blog cheers them up, so I take it seriously and try to make it a fun place, and that's what it was for me up until a while ago.

Lately it seems that everyone is having to deal with what looks like one very pathetic person who is so desperate for attention that they feel the need to try and disrupt everyone's peace. It's sad—sad for the person who has such a disgusting personality that they feel the need to do this, and mostly sad for people I care about getting hit with this wave of senseless hate.

And it shouldn't be like this. People should have the right to exist in their safe space without armor and a sword to fight off trolls and people who make fandom uninhabitable. I should have the right to post my stuff without being told to "stop polluting the tags." Person X should have the right to post without fearing they're saying something wrong. Person Y should be able to share what makes them happy without feeling unsafe in their own community. Person Z should be able to enjoy fandom without dealing with drama spurred by hateful people. And yet here we are. The block button is there. If you don't like someone, you don't have to interact with them. Plain and simple.

I started feeling burnt out a while ago, but it has nothing to do with anon hate or anything of the sort. I guess it's a culmination of my irl problems spiralling out of control this year coupled with stuff I've experienced on here ever since I started this blog. I think the only thing keeping me here is people still sending asks (because talking to you guys is so much fun), and the really great friendships I made through this fandom.

Thanks for checking in 💚

[nightcolorz]

What do you think Armand’s favorite video game is? Or perhaps favorite genre. ((If he had a movie phase, I feel like a video game phase isn’t too far fetched.))

lmao omg I love this question 😭🙏I agree 100% Armand absolutely had a video game phase, that is so him

I think Armand would rlly mf like mobile games 💀 like those really mundane repetitive sensory games, where u stack layers of cake or tap balls through hoops. He’d do that shit for like multiple days straight without getting bored 😭. I feel like the thing Armand would be most enamored by with video games would be the coding and technology aspect rather then like, story or entertainment value, so I feel like he’d be into games that most ppl would find pretty boring. I think he’d play online chess and care wayyyy too much. He’d be more fascinated by the Ai chess player function than the actual game tho (yknow where u can play a single player round against the app), bcus the whole concept of playing chess against a computer would be mind blowing to him. I think Armand would also like basic puzzle mobile games, like candy crush and tetris (once again, would be hyper fixated on that for multiple days straight). The issue Armand would run into with mobile games would be always, without fail falling for the clickbait adds and then immediately downloading whatever he clicks on 😭. His iPad data is absolutely devastated by how many shitty mobile games it’s trying to support 😭

my potentially controversial opinion is that I don’t think Armand would be interested in violent/fighting games. He explains in queen of the damned that he doesn’t understand what is cathartic about violence, and he finds the concept of seeking out violence disturbing and confusing. I feel like Armand would have a similar reaction towards shooter/war games as a conservative mother with a gaming son would 💀. “Why would u enjoy that 😦?? War is not fun 😦”. Lmaoooo. He would definitely try those games out to try and understand the appeal (endlessly curious and desperate to understand other ppls perspectives as he is) But I think Armand would be immune to any catharsis that comes with game killing, bcus of how often he experiences real killing💀 The only appeal he would find in violence based games would be the competitive aspect and the visuals + technological components. he is so easily stimulated that I feel like if Armand were to play like, Red dead redemption for example, he’d end up spending hours and hours riding the horse around and looking at the visuals instead of participating in any of the game play 💀 yknow? If he were to try Fortnite or Dead by Daylight or smth like that he’d be so focused on the running around and jumping functions that he’d die immediately 💀

I think Armand would be captivated by story games and visual novels, part of me thinks that he is so easily entertained that he would be too busy staring at a single environment or clicking around buttons to engage in the actual story 💀. Armand would 100% be obsessed with video games, but I think he would not play or engage with them in anyway conventionally, just bcus of how he experiences his fixations and what things he takes interest in. Armand is so invested in sensory experiences that I think if he were to play a large scale game he’d spend tons of time fixating on tiny little aspects of the features instead of working to finish it😭. Armand plays like, life is strange for a year and never gets past the first scene bcus he enjoys listening to the sound design so much 💀

Thank u SO MUCH for the ask I love this question I was smiling and giggling writing this 😭 I hope my response was enjoyable, I honestly don’t know much about video games so I have a sort of limited perspective, but I hope my Armand knowledge makes up for it 🙏lol

[ooeygooeyghoul]

How to make a child model in Anam/Ktisis!

Disclaimer: I am NOT an expert in the use of these mods! I'm still very new and learning the ins and outs of them! This method worked for me, and maybe there are better ways to do it, but I'm just explaining how I created my baby Shiun. If you know of a better way, or have any tips and tricks, please feel free to comment or reblog with your advice for the sake of other gpose newbies! :D Link to Ktisis's download page | Link to Anam's download page Guide and Tips/Warnings below the cut! Hope this helps <3

Summon your partner in crime. So first off, I equipped my summoner job stone and summoned my trusty companion, Carbie.

2. Add your Carbie to your actors. Open up Anam and add your carbie to your list of actors, by clicking the plus sign at the top of the menu next to your character's name (remember that with Anam, you can only edit appearances OUTSIDE of gpose). Click on the little button labeled "Carbuncle" to add them.

3. Turn your Carbie into a person. With your Cabie selected, go to the "Import NPC" at the bottom right and pull up the list. Find an NPC that is the same race as your desired character and select it. In this example, I just chose the first au ra NPC I saw in the list. (You can also directly choose your desired race in the customize menu and start from scratch, but I just do it the Import way, lol) ⚠️As far as I've experienced, it's a 50/50 chance on whether or not you can alter the age of your character's actor directly. Every time I've tried this, it breaks the model and never works the way it should. For simplicity's sake, I've always just used my friend Carbie.

4. Change the age of your new actor. Now if you look at the top left of the Anam window, there's a series of dropdowns next to "Race."

What you want is the bottom right menu. Click it and you'll see "Old," "Normal," and "Young." Clicking "Young" will turn your carbie into the child version of the race it's currently disguised as!

5. Customize and boot up gpose! Now you can customize them to be the adorable mini version of your beloved WoL/OC!! The bones are compatible with Ktisis and should be as easy to manipulate and pose as adult models. If you use the Carbie method as I have in this explanation, you can simply hide your main model in the default Gpose menu for pictures.

Some things to keep in mind! ----

⚠️Not every race has a child model. The only races that have child models are:

au ra - male & female

hyur - male & female

elezen - male & female

miqo'te - female only

⚠️It is very likely that the models will break or look a little funky when you first spawn them. They have a very limited number of faces, and a limited number of available hairstyles. If you choose an option the game does not have, it will create some... interesting results. Most other customizations beyond skin color, hair color, and eye color will also likely not work (tail type/length, jaw type, etc.).

Left: invalid face selected --- Right: invalid hairstyle selected

Usually, faces 1 & 2 are the only viable options, and hairstyles 1-5 are okay. (Note: the pictures of the hairstyle icons will NOT match the hairstyle on the model.)

⚠️Clothing is also fairly limited! I'm not sure what dictates what child models can and cannot wear, so as far as I know, it's just a game of trial and error. You'll know immediately if an article of clothing isn't compatible lmaoo. Hats... rarely ever work...

✨Don't forget that you can save your model's data! When your model is customized to your liking, click "Export" at the bottom right of the menu to save the data to Anam. That way, you can load the appearance immediately without rebuilding it every time!

It's a mixed bag of what will and won't work on the model. My best advice is to experiment and play around with it! It took me a little bit to figure all of this out, so hopefully this silly little explanation helps out all the other new gposers out there :)

If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to reach out and ask! I'll do my best to help! I may edit this as I go to correct things and/or add onto it!

[mycomfortblanket]

Publicist Set Up

Chapter One

Sokka is lying in bed scrolling through Instagram when a message request notification bar appears at the top of his screen. Not thinking too much of it, he hits the bar and it immediately takes him to the message.

From: KateLoftinFireStudios 9:46 pm Hi, my name is Kate, I am Zuko Sozin's Social Media Publicist and Manager. I noticed that you've commented a few times on his posts and was wondering if you would be interested in a Zoom Meet and Greet with him..

Sokka rolls his eyes. Another spam message, although this one seems more realistic, is probably an actual person messaging him and then will somehow manage to get his social secruity number from some special encryption bullshit. But still, it's always fun to mess with these people and see how far they are willing to sell their lies.

From: Sokkas_B00merang 9:48 pm Oh, Zuko's publicist, huh?

From: KateLoftinFireStudios 9:48 pm Yeah, I know, there are a lot of scammers out there, but this is a legitimate offer. It's completely free, you would just have to log onto a Zoom meeting after I set up the times between you two.

Sokka furrows his brow. He's never had a scammer openly admit to there being other scammers on the internet, nor them saying 'completely free'. Usually, they'll throw in a 'small payment' or something along those lines.

From: Sokkas_B00merang 9:50 pm Is there any way for me to know you're real?

From: KateLoftinFireStudios 9:51 pm Oh, I'm so sorry about that. I usually lead with that. Yes, here is my card, I blacked out my phone number for obvious reasons. If you would like, you can request to follow me on Instagram and you can see some personal photos I have with him.

The picture that comes in is crystal clear and it's what she says it is: a business card. Sokka clicks on the photo so that it comes up bigger and he inspects the card. There's her name, and underneath it says Social Media Specialist and Publicist, the scribble of what looks like a Snapchat coloring over the phone number and email.

Okay, this shit is weird and actually kind of real looking. Before he actually starts to get his hopes up, Sokka goes to Kate's profile and hits the Request to Follow button, and within thirty seconds, his request is approved and he is able to go to her page.

The majority of the pictures are of her and several of her at the pool drinking some frozen alcoholic drink. But, every so often, there's a picture with someone famous. There's that girl from that K-Pop group he hears so much about, or that actor from the newest James Bond movie, and a little further down, is Zuko. The caption reads Great night with great company. He clicks the photo and the top comment is from Zuko's official account. It's just a heart, but still, this shit is weirdly realistic.

He goes back to the messages,

From: Sokkas_B00merang 10:02 pm Okay, I'll give you this, your stuff looks legit. Just waiting for the other shoe to drop and for you to ask me to input my credit card number.

From: KateLoftinFireStudios 10:03 pm Lol no, nothing of that sort. I just need to know when you are free within the next two weeks so I can get a meeting set up between you two.

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Even though Sokka still has a sliver of a doubt about this whole thing, he is also having that rush of excitement at possibly meeting a celebrity. But not just any celebrity, the hottest model that Sokka has ever had the privilege of masterbating to. He started appearing in magazines a little bit before the pandemic, and once everyone was confinded indoors, his image seemed to be everywhere.

Sokka has a few magazines that Zuko is featured in scattered about in his apartment, and even though the majority of the time, he is fully clothed, there is that random picture of him in underwear or swimsuit. His lean body has the perfect amount of wiry muscles and his abs are defined but not overly in your face. His scar, although Sokka is sure was incredibly painful, gives the man a sense of mystery and ruggedness.

When it's finally time for the meeting, Sokka pulls out his old laptop from the back of his closet and powers it on. He'd rather be safe than sorry just in case it is actually spam and they give his computer some sort of virus. He has it set up on his coffee table and with him on the floor, his back pressed against the couch.

He's still waiting in the Zoom calls 'lobby' waiting for the host- or Zuko- to start the meeting. Sokka checks his reflection in the little square that shows his picture and he quickly reaches up and adjusts his hair and checks for eye boogies one more time.

The computer makes a sound, letting him know that someone has started the chat and his heart freezes for about .5 seconds as the screen changes. The person he's supposed to be chatting with still doesn't have their camera on so he can't see if it's actually going to be The Zuko or some ramdom guy from a different country trying to steal his identity.

"Bloody hell, you would think I would know how to do this by now," a woman with a British accent says. "Sokka- am I pronouncing your name right?"

"Uh..." he hesitates, but nods his head. "Yeah. You pronounced it right."

"Great, this is Kate," the British woman says. "Zuko is in the other room, said something about his shirt. I can't seem to understand why- Ah!" the camera finally comes on, "There we go!" and a beautiful woman comes into view. She's sitting in what appears to be a kitchen; there's a stove and the edge of a stainless steel fridge behind her. The breath is actually sucked out of him. That's the lady that was in the Instagram posts... which means...

"Is that him?" a raspy voice sounds from off-camera and Sokka's eyes widen. He would recognize that voice anywhere. From all the interviews that Sokka has watched, he would be able to pick this man's voice out of a lineup any day. Kate glances to the right of the screen and gives a small nod and a smile.

"Okay, Sokka. So the way this works, you and Zuko get to chat for about thirty minutes before it automatically kicks both of you out. For legal reasons, Zuko won't disclose any personal information like where he is, phone number, or things of that sort and you also don't have to disclose any information that you don't want to. Sound good?"

Sokka can't even really bring himself to say anything, but just nods, his eyes still as big as dinner plates.

"Great, well here he is." Kate turns to Zuko who is still offscreen, "I'm going to be down the hall in the office, I'll come back a few minutes before the time is u p to give you a warning, okay?" She turns back to Sokka, "Bye, Sokka. It was great chatting with you!" She walks off the screen and a tall figure takes her place.

If it's even possible, the breath is sucked out of Sokka again at the fact that Zuko fucking Sozin, the most beautiful model his eyes have ever laid upon, drops down into the chair in front of the camera.

"Oh my god," Sokka whispers.

"What?" Zuko asks, his brow furrowing.

"I didn't actually think- I mean... you're real!" Sokka says, his voice cracking slightly.

Zuko huffs out an awkward laugh, "Yeah, and you're real, I mean, of course, you'd be real. I just didn't believe Kate when she told me about the Zoom meeting because, I mean, who does this sort of thing? I- I don't mean that I don't want to talk with you, I just- I'm totally new to all of this-" he cuts himself off, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

Sokka cant' help the smile that comes onto his face. God, this guy is cute. In the magazines, he just radiates confidence and sex appeal, but in real life, he is so painfully awkward that it's cute. "You don't talk to fans often?" Sokka asks, deciding to help him out a little.

"I wouldn't necessarily say I have fans..." Zuko mumbles, running a hand through his shaggy hair. "I mean, sure, there are people who like me, but fans- I think that's being a little generous."

"Nah, man. I'm definitely a fan," Sokka gives him a charming smile and Zuko gives him a small one back. "You say you're new to this, but I've been seeing you in magazines and stuff for years now, since before the pandemic."

"Oh, yeah, no. I didn't mean new to the modeling thing, I meant new to the talking to people who... like me?" he finishes awkwardly with a shrug.

Sokka can't help but snort a laugh out through his nose, "I'm finding that a little hard to believe that you- mister beautiful famous model man- is nervous talking to me, a guy who ids barely surviving working at his dad's mechanic shop."

"I don't know about the beautiful part," Zuko grumbles and looks down, his blush deepening just a little and starting to spread down his neck. Sokka can just barely see his fingers picking at something on the table he is at. This is the second time he has been self-deprecating and Sokka can tell he's not doing it in a way of fishing for compliments, but rather, he genuinely believes what he is saying. He also notices how Zuko didn't deny the fact that he is nervous talking to him, but rather, denied that he is pretty.

"Well, what made your publicist choose me for you to talk to?" he asks curiously. Sokka does not expect the full-on bright red blush that overtakes Zuko's cheeks even more and goes down his neck, disappearing into his shirt. His eyes go wide and he quickly looks off-screen and then back at Sokka, trying to stammer out a response. There's something about making Zuko blush with every other question that is really getting to Sokka. "What?" he asks, his mouth quirking up into a smile as he tries fighting off his own blush.

"It was random, Kate just pulled someone from the comments and- set it up," he doesn't look at Sokka when he says this so he knows that Zuko is partially lying, but he won't call him out on it... yet.

"Ah, well, what comment did I leave that made her click on me?" Sokka thought this was an innocent enough question, but the way Zuko's blush deepens, he can only guess. Actually... he doesn't even need to guess, he knows what comment it was. "Oh... yeah, I know which one, don't say that out loud, uh..." Sokka starts. In his defense, he was incredibly stoned when he posted that comment to Zuko's Instagram account.

The picture in question was of Zuko lying on the edge of a pool, his drenched white shirt pulled up to expose his stomach. There were artfully placed droplets of water scattered about on his face and the way the sunlight- or artificial light, whatever- brought out his light brown eyes, making them look like dripping honey.

The comment that Sokka had left isn't exactly something he is proud of and to be honest, he completely forgot about until now. What I would do to have this man underneath me isn't exactly something that screams 'strike up a conversation with me'.

His ex, Suki, had beat manners into him and how awful it is to degrade women by talking like that, and of course, the sentiment extended to men. But, Sokka was never very good at keeping his mouth in check while under the influence, so he knows what he said wasn't exactly 'chivalrous'.

Zuko finally looks back up at the camera and gives a small laugh at Sokka's sudden awkwardness, "Now who is the one that's nervous?"

Sokka snorts, not expecting the joke to come from him, "Oh, he's got jokes?" he asks through his laughter. It's weird how easy it is talking to Zuko, they're talking like they're both normal people instead of half the party being incredibly famous and the other half being incredibly not famous.

Zuko's smile brightens just a little and he visibly seems to loosen up the longer they talk. They start poking fun at one another as if they've been friends for years. It's only when he hears the familiar British accent off-camera that he knows their thirty minutes are coming to a close.

"it was really great talking with you, Sokka," Zuko says, his voice lowering slightly and making a warmth settle in Sokka's belly. God, the way his name sounds on this man's lips.

He gulps at the same time he tries to say, "Yeah-" he coughs a little, clearing his throat, "Yeah, I can't believe I actually got to meet you, it's unreal. You're unreal."

Zuko laughs a little, "I'm really glad we met, hopefully we'll talk again soon."

Sokka's eyes widen, "Wait, what do you mean-" but the Zoom call ends before he can even ask what Zuko means by Hopefully we'll talk again soon. How would they talk soon? There's no chance of them meeting in public, mostly because he doesn't even know where Zuko lives, but also because, what is the fucking chance that he would meet a celebrity when the only places he go4es to are the coffee house down the street, work, and the community college a town over?

He stares at the Zoom home page for a few minutes longer, trying to process the whole encounter. At one point, he thinks they were flirting, but he couldn't be sure, because, like, why the fuck would a fine-ass model flirt with him?

Shaking his head slightly, sure that he will wake up in a few minutes from some coma that he's been in, he stands up from the coffee table, scooping his phone into his hand, and starts down the hallway towards his bedroom.

He flicks on the light when he gets two notifications, one after the other, from Instagram. Opening his phone and navigating to the app, a smile breaks across his face.

Zuko.Sozin followed you

A new message from Zuko.Sozin 7:48 pm And yeah, I'd like to be underneath you, too.

Read the rest of the series on ArchiveofOurOwn.com

[blues-sues]

Lifegen mod with Owlkit!

One of these pieces of art has minor blood. Be wary if you proceed.

This will be me describing the journey of him in this post. He and his clan were generated randomly in Clangen. (If you dunno what Clangen is but you like Warriors... I definitely recommend playing it.)

This lil guy is my heart and soul. His name is Owlkit and his parents are Silverneedle and Robinstar (as seen above)! It's actually quite fascinating considering Silverneedle is deputy. So, Owlkit was just born into importance LOL. He was lucky to have such loving parents too, they're absolute sweethearts!

So, besides Owlkits status announcing his parentage, it also immediately announced that he had been scolded for trying to sneak out of camp and that Lionkit was scheming with him. So obviously I had to draw the two being mischievous...

At this point, Owlkit was only a moon old... So he shouldn't look like he's 4 moons in this but ey! Hush.

Lionkit was also about 5 moons when the clan began, so he's just about ready to become an apprentice! Decided to be a lil brat before the ceremony though for whatever reason. Troublemakers.

In moon 2, Owlkit heard a hoot in the distance. When he looked up, he spotted its silhouette! I found this incredibly interesting, wondering if it was on purpose (doubt it) but decided to ponder on it being an omen.

He also was nudged out of the nursery and saw his mother, Robinstar, waiting for him with a freshly killed shrew ready to eat! It was super cute reading Owlkit thinking how appreciated he felt. Robinstar and Silverneedle are good parents and I love them.

... I was right to be worried because in moon 3, an EAGLE tries to swoop up Owlkit and take him! Luckily, a warrior nearby, Oakbillow was able to jump in and save him!

While injured, his parents tried to stay supportive and help him be prepared for his apprenticeship by offering him pieces of prey so he can tell the difference between them by scent and taste.

On a lighter note, on moon 4, Owlkit is shown the apprentice den and is reassured, knowing his parents will be there to support him on every step of his journey. He and Robinstar also play some Mossball!

I have never had a Clangen cat have such a close bond with their parents and it absolutely delighted me seeing these three be all cutesy and happy. Their family makes me happy beyond belief...

Unfortunately, he also had an argument with a warrior named Conkerglide for whatever reason. Luckily his parents were there to keep his mood up!

Moon 5! Owlkit trails after the deputy, Silverneedle, with his chin and tail held high! Seriously, this made my heart clench when I read it. Silverneedle and Robinstar also encourage Owlkit to speak to the elders to learn all there is to being a warrior, healer or mediator.

A warrior named Mudfur also tells Owlkit to count on them when there's a difficult situation. Not too important but again, I found it cute! Owlkit has never done anything wrong ever.

...

...

But then, as soon as I clicked the timeskip button for him to become an apprentice...

Owlkit was swept away, drowning, while trying to save Oakbillow whom also drowned.

This absolutely shattered me. I was so excited to see him grow up only for his life to be swept up so quickly...

He was also trying to save Oakbillow, the cat who saved him from the eagle. It's just... Hrghh...

And then this status too?

Ough... My heart.

...

But perhaps the story isn't finished yet.

I suggest you look out for part two ;3...

[bluesylveon2]

for the 500 follower special, idia + 75?

I love how all of my gamer knowledge reappeared as I was writing this lol.

Prompt: 75. I’m an insomniac who calls my best friend at 3am except I misdial on my landline and I tell you all about my nightmare before letting you talk and now I’m mortified but you don’t hang up (I changed it a bit)

Note: Modern au. Fainaru Fantajī XV is Final Fantasy 15 but in Japanese. I was gonna use FFXVI but idk how the story goes and I might just watch it on Youtube lol. I DO know the story for FFXV and I love it so much

Word Count: 959

Warnings: not beta read and possible OOC characters

500 Follower Event

Idia's day typically goes as follows: 1. Wake up, 2. Collect his dailies, 3. Stream in his room for hours (while snacking during it). 4. Use the bathroom. 5. Eat sweets, 6. Stream again. 7. Stream. What's sleep anyway?

Idia sighed after setting his headphones down. He just finished playing the latest Fainaru Fantajī XV game since its release. His body ached from the long sitting position, but it was all worth it for him. The story was good, and the gameplay was phenomenal! Idia needed to tell someone about it!

Usually, he would rant about it to Ortho. Still, his little brother was currently out of town because he was starring in a movie with the Vil Schoenheit. Idia was proud of his brother and wanted to keep his much-needed rest. 

Idia grabbed his phone and sorted through his list of friends.

Azul? No, he would only talk about board games. 

Riddle? No, they both had a mutual dislike for one another. 

Cater? HECK NO! NO NORMIES! (Idia made a mental note to delete his number later. How his contact information got on his phone was a mystery.)

Lilia? Idia's eyes widen. Yes! Lilia was perfect! They both share a love of games and often play co-op together. Surely he would be awake at, Idia glanced at the time, 3 am! Idia quickly typed his number, too excited to click on Lilia's number, and brought the phone to his ear. 

"Hello?" A clearly feminine voice replied, but Idia had already started his passionate ranting.

"Lilia! Did you get to play the newest Fainaru Fantajī XV game?"

"Who is-"

"I love the open world concept, and did you see the Regalia? That car screams luxury, and it has to be my dream car. I need to get one ASAP. That would show those lame normies I deal with, ugh."

"Lilia" laughed but continued trying to speak, "That's nice, but-"

"And the chemistry between the main characters! Luna was pretty, I guess? Lowkey women still scar me after the whole Eliza incident." Idia shivered at the memory of his "self-proclaimed" (and crazy) girlfriend (it was one-sided, and Idia didn't consider her his girlfriend anyway) in high school. Never again. "But the bond between Noctis and the other guys was top-notch! It made the gameplay even better!" Idia sighed and leaned back in his chair. "If only Noctis survived to the end, ya know? I guess the developers loved angst. The song choice at the end was the cherry on top. I actually shed a tear."

"Uhh, that's very interesting, but who is this?" "Lilia," asked, and Idia frowned. Now that he was partially done with his rant, he noticed the strange pitch in his friend's voice.

"Lilia, it's me, Idia. You know? The super cool guy who you spend playing League with. Are you sick? Your voice sounds off."

"I don't know a Lilia. My name is Yuu, and no, I am not sick. I am very healthy." Yuu's voice replied, and Idia froze. OH NO, NO, NO

"YOU'RE A GIRL?"

He could imagine the stranger frowning and thinking he was some creep. "Yes?"

"Eep!" Idia squealed and immediately pressed the big red "end call" button. He threw his phone at his bed, jumped face down on his bed, and groaned loudly. "Stupid, stupid, stupid! You just embarrassed yourself in front of a stranger! In front of a girl!" Idia was ready to bury himself in a hole.

Idia's phone rang just as he made the decision to do it. He groaned at the annoying ringtone, picked it up, and brought the phone to his ear without checking the caller ID. 

"Hello?"

A female voice laughed. "You hung up on me, Idia."

"Ah!" Idia screamed. He looked at his phone and raised his finger to hang up the call.

"Wait! Don't hang up!" Yuu exclaimed, causing Idia to freeze. He slowly brought his phone back to listen. The girl sighed after a minute passed. "Look, before you hang up again, I wanted to say that I love that game too."

Idia blinked, and his mouth opened in shock. "Y-you do?" he managed to say and wanted to facepalm.

Yuu laughed. "I'm not far into the game, though. I got distracted by fishing and playing with chocobos."

Idia felt himself relax, and he laughed with Yuu. "They are adorable. I liked racing them."

"Me too! Hey, Idia, can I ask you something?"

"Uhh, sure…What is it?"

Yuu sighed, and Idia could hear some shuffling on her end. She was probably adjusting herself to get comfortable. "Can you tell me more about the game? I need some help getting through it and would like some advice."

Idia felt a smirk grace his face. "Of course, you would need my help. I'll help you beat all the bosses with 0 deaths. You're good to talk for tonight?"

Yuu chuckled. "Yeah, I don't have anything planned. Oh great, Idia. Give me your wisdom." 

Idia ended up not sleeping that night but made a new friend instead. 

Bonus:

"I heard the Child of Man made a new friend." Malleus looked up from his Gao Gao Drakon-kun to speak to his father.

Lilia paused his game and turned to Malleus. "Oh? Did she say who?"

Malleus nodded. "It's actually your friend Idia. The one you often play games with." He said and gestured to the monitor that currently had Fainaru Fantajī XV. 

Lilia smiled, feeling happy for his friend. "What a coincidence. It is a small world, after all."

Malleus nodded and smiled, thinking about Yuu's happy rant that morning after staying up to talk to Idia before passing out from exhaustion. He was also delighted for her that she had met him. "Indeed it is."

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

[yorshie]

can I be extra extra nosey 👀👀👀👀 ?

otherwise feel free to pick and choose hehe but these ones interested me to know the answers to ✨️

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best? 

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately 

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Hi Keisha! Please uh.... please just ignore how long it's been since you asked me this lol. I'm so sorry.

And of course! you can always ask as many emojis as you want :p

A playlist that i love? right now I've been listening to Lucky's Leo playlist :3.

a five, but that's because i hate editing my own work but I love editing for other people lol

💜🐢🎧😱🥺

i've got an amazing group of friends! I'm starting to not hate exercise again! and my garden is chugging along nicely!

weirdest topic is probably how different type of wounds actually affect the human body and how adrenaline actually works and it's limits :3

personal wisdom.... hm.... if you're stuck on a project step away from it a bit and try something else! Come back with fresh eyes.

dream theme for a plot or fanfic would would probably include pining and hopeless fools in love :3. as to would write it best, i really can't pick, because i like to see how different artists approach a story.

my favorite type of comment to receive on a fic is any comment! keyboard smashes, "h", or long thought processes, any type of comment is a good comment

I really want to just remind everyone that fandom is exactly what you make of it. Your writing is YOUR writing, your art is YOUR art. Don't worry so much about what other people Want to see you do, do something that makes YOU happy. Write the self indulgent story, whether it be more comfort or more hurt. Draw the self insert art. Dabble with Y/N, reader, or create your own OCs. Don't let someone else set boundaries for how You enjoy creating for a fandom. Someone is always going to have an "opinion" on it, but at the end of the day it's not Their decision. and you know. the block button is right there lol. Just have fun, please remember fandom is suppose to be Fun.

The baby fine hairs at the base of her neck lifted when she stalled at a red light crossing, and without thinking Winnie rubbed the thin skin, frowning and regretting once more her decision to forgo the jacket. The light changed to the little green walking man, and she stepped - :3

@hitwiththetmnt drew a comic for one of my fics a little while ago, and I love it SO much. I go back and reread it probably more than I do Cistern lol. Link to the comic here.

hm honestly not much? there are a few stereotypes that i don't really like but usually i tough it out because everyone has a different view of the world..... oh. I can mention a pet peeve though. If you have something that's a pretty common trigger in a story, and you purposefully leave it out, I don't like that. I've seen it discussed a few times and I just don't think the people understand that they're likely to drive people away from their stories if they keep doing this as a "shock value".

[itookyoudown]

🏜️🧩 for science

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

it really warms my heart when people copy & past the lines that really resonated with them in some way. it doesn't matter if it's just a smash of capslock or a string of emojis or them describing their thoughts & feelings or hearing them outline what connections they made from it -- whether it made them think of some other media or how it relates to something earlier or later in the fic itself or even them theorizing some deeper meaning from it. or even just people admitting what was really hot to them lol.

idk it's really special when someone takes the time to cut out a particular line or paragraph. it's always interesting to see what hit folks hard. i think tossing fic into the void sometimes feels like blinding swinging a few punches so it's a treat to learn where you metaphorically knocked someone out <3

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

a chunk of text without any breaks is an immediate no thank you for me. anything too heavily formatted with a lot of excessive bolding or italicizing in every paragraph i'm also probably going to back button on as i find it too distracting to read.

i've also become pretty picky on sexual dynamics and pairings these days. if a fic introduces something i don't enjoy in that regard i'm likely to click away quick if i'm not in the mood to read the fic with my scholarly glasses on.

(Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game)

[dausy]

Ok, so Im using a doodle I drew of Cloud just to represent video games in general.

I finished Xenoblade2. It was on my list of games to entertain me while my husband was deployed. Honestly thought Id make a bigger dent in that backlog but alas, my spouse has been gone for 9 months and I only played 1.5 games. I started Zelda:totk prior to him leaving and it took me half his trip and 220 hours to finish. Been playing XB2 since finishing Zelda. Well, I lie I haven’t been counting Disney Dreamlight also which has an absurd amount of hours on it too.

Other games on my list to play are Octopath Traveler 2, Xenoblade 3 and possible Red Dead Redemption 2 (my only one for the ps4)and I had another possible for the switch also. I didn’t necessarily want to play XB2 and in fact the internet suggested to skip it but I felt guilty having played 1 and skipping to 3, so I gave it a try. For the record, my spouse returns home within the month and I’m not making it through my backlog.

So I have thoughts about XB2. In a way I don’t know if it was as bad as the internet says it was. Probably seems ok because I haven’t played 3 which is apparently one of the best modern jrpgs so my opinion will probably change. My biggest gripe was traversing the map. I enjoy a good, open world and stumbling upon hidden nooks and crannies but this game did not make it easy to get to certain locations. I was trying hard not to google information but sometimes I had to just to get to some of these tunnels. Particularly in Gormott. Nothing pissed me off than trying to get around main Gormott area and then if you weren’t just lost the game punished you by having random level 90 monsters swoop down and murder you. I guess the murder isn’t exactly new. XB1 had similar but exploring was so much easier. It may have also been a switch problem but keeping the character in auto run was a challenge itself. I almost quit this game because of it. Rex would be in a sprint and then get stuck walking stupidly slow.

That reminds me too of the controls. It took me a long time to get used to opening the correct menu. I kept accidentally opening the settings/save screen instead of the main menu or the map screen. Also on the world map I would keep accidentally opening up controller help button. This is fine except they don’t make it super easy to back out of them. You have to click through multiple screens. Again, some of this might be because I was pushing certain menu buttons for Zelda for so long it took a while to get used to backwards controls.

Other control problems were my fault. I do not want to read a manual to play. I don’t like tutorials. I feel like the buttons should always be obvious. I did not read any instructions. It took me far too long (90 hour mark) to realize if I press start, a chain attack would occur. I learned this while trying to pause during a boss fight, which I don’t even know if you can pause still. Also, around the 120 hour mark I learned that each blade had little mini quests to unlock power ups. I just assumed you used them to level them up. I never actually clicked around in the screen (which also had stupid controls) lmao. /failgamer/. This one’s kinda annoying because I had to run around the world again to excavate and open all these chests I couldn’t before because nothing was leveled lol.

All of these things were very frustrating when trying to set and perform regular quests and missions. Some of the quests were very vague and difficult to follow without a guide.

Then we have the story and characters. The giant boobs I could ignore as they usually come with jrpgs but the story and characters lost my interest almost immediately. The gameplay being more fun despite being clunky. I honestly don’t know if I could name every character. The final boss was also just meh. I don’t necessarily need a challenge but he was no more amazing than any regular fight. I felt nothing when the credits rolled.

I will say I liked the atmosphere of the game and the voice acting except for tora. Dude..shut up..the mini game tiger tiger wasn’t so bad either. Thought that was going to be painful but they were pretty lenient.

Overall I think it was maybe just under Tales of Arise. I played SEs Harvestella last year and XB1 and 2 are both far superior than it. I wasn’t expecting to get almost 140 hours in this game tho and I didn’t even complete some of the side quests. I tried to go for completionism but I just couldn’t get lost on the maps anymore.

I’m considering dropping immediately into XB3 but the new FF7 is about to come out. I don’t know if I should get invested when I’ll have to stop in the middle to play another game. I won’t be able to play ff7 until my husband comes home next month tho because he has the ps5. I also never got to play ff16 and I’m considering baldurs gate…all the cool people played it already tho and I’m behind.

But ff7. Rebirth has sparked a resurgence in an old obsession.

[yonpote]

consensual cannibalism

Dan and Phil have a chat about a reddit thread.

WARNING FOR DISCUSSION OF SLIGHT GORE AND CANNIBALISM BUT NOTHING ACTUALLY DEPICTED LOL

read on ao3:

read on here under the cut:

Dan was rocking lightly in an uncomfortable rickety wooden chair, editing a gaming video on his laptop, and Phil was lounging on the bed scrolling through Reddit on his phone. While they made the decision to book separate rooms while on tour, they still made sure to spend a little bit of time together before going off to bed on their own.

“Dan, have you seen this thread?”

Dan rolls his eyes. It’s probably something about a dog saving a pedestrian again. “What thread, Phil?”

Phil crawls upward on the bed, lying on his stomach, and holds up his phone to show a Reddit thread with a blurred out image reading, “I am a man who ate a portion of his own amputated leg, AMA.” Dan grimaces at the thought of it before even clicking to view the photo.

“Why the hell do you look at this stuff? Does it not make you lose your lunch?”

“It was just at the top of the homepage! It’s really interesting.”

“Do I even want to see the picture of the leg?”

“Uh.. probably not.”

Dan of course clicks on the view spoiler button anyway, he figures he’d been traumatized by worse on the internet. Dan immediately winces and groans in horror and sympathetic pain at the image of this online stranger’s gored leg, nearly falling off his chair.

“I said you wouldn’t want to see it!” Phil giggles uncontrollably, bringing both hands and his phone to cover his mouth.

“And people said my nightly Wikipedia dives were strange. You’re clearly twisted, Lester.” Dan turns back to his laptop.

“Hey I need to look at several dog videos to scrub that out of my memory.” Phil says this, but keeps reading the thread anyway. They remain silent for a moment. “Would you ever eat my limb, Dan?” He was a bit quieter when he asked.

“Fucking excuse me?”

“I just mean like- if I were ever in a car accident and had to be amputated, would you want to have a nibble on my leg?”

“A NIBBLE on your LEG?” As always, Dan was left stunned at the words that seemed to just spill out of Phil’s brain and mouth. He stares as Phil tries to stumble his way out of sounding too weird but doesn’t think he can get out of this one.

“Like- okay like, if something like that happened to me, I think I would want to honor that part of my body, otherwise it would just go in the bin wouldn’t it. And I think of all the people that could eat a part of my body, I guess I wouldn’t be particularly comfortable if it were my mum or my brother.” Phil goes silent again. Yup, absolutely no way to make that not sound weird. But it makes Dan think for a moment. Would he eat a part of his friend to honor a lost piece of him?

“How would we cook it?”

“Dan!”

“I’m serious! I’d like it to taste good, Hanniphil Lecter.” Dan can’t help but chuckle, which of course makes Phil laugh, as dark as the thought is. “Would you eat my leg, then?” Phil takes a moment to catch his breath and to think.

“I would.”

“I’d have to be a five star meal. I’m not letting just anyone eat a piece of this.”

“So it’s a deal?”

“Is what a deal, the Dan-and-Phil Consensual Cannibalism Pact?”

Phil sits up on the bed and extends his hand toward Dan, looking a bit stern. “God willing it never happens, but in the event one of us were to get in a horrific accident and need a limb amputated, we would both eat a part of said limb.”

“God willing, Phil, I can’t imagine a scenario in which I got in an accident where you weren’t right there next to me.” They both stare for a moment, and Dan finally grabs Phil’s hand and shakes on it. “It’s a deal, you weirdo.”

Phil smiles, and they both can’t help but burst into a fit of giggles again, still holding each other’s hands. Phil finally lets go and stands from Dan’s bed. “I should go to bed, we still have a show tomorrow. You still editing?”

Dan closes his laptop. “I can just upload it tomorrow. Try not to have any Hannibal-esque nightmares, will you?”

“I’ve already got plenty of dog videos queued up,” Phil waves his phone gently as he steps out the door. “Night, Dan,” he calls, closing the door behind him.

“Night,” Dan calls back, still chuckling to himself at the bizarre conversation they just had. He places his laptop onto the bedside table and crawls into bed, still a bit warm from Phil having sat there. He manages to drift off with no cannibal dreams that night.

[an-honest-puck]

a collection of highlights and viewing notes from 'Fools' because I don't have the time to liveblog while watching but I do have thoughts

HUMPHREY CAUSING MISCHIEF?!?!!?! WE LOVE TO SEE IT!!!!! <333

~and other bbc ghosts s5 ep1 spoilers ahoy!~

I love that Larry is the lone writer of this ep and Humphrey therefore gets to have the spotlight XD

fr tho, watching Humphrey giving Alison ideas was so deliciously cheeky and fun to watch!!!

that one camera movement where Humphrey plays the angel and devil on Alison's shoulders was *chef's kiss* brilliantly well played!!!

when the Captain realises that Alison's picking them off one by one and then immediately falls for her prank lmao

look! they let Ben run in the woods again! huzzah! he must have been so pleased they let him lol

we love a Ben Willbond take on the classic "clever girl" line 👌🏼

Thomas's prank was absolutely ruthless but the little shit (mostly affectionate) deserves it LMAO

actually as a sidenote, with any other characters (or perhaps in another show lol) this is potentially a rather romantic scene lol

but yeah nah the little shit deserved it XD

I love when the Captain describes Alison's 'next victim' as being "guileless, gullible, open-hearted to a fault" (patcaps stans were fed with this line alone lol) and cutting to Pat, as if Cap isn't sitting in the room with the most gullible ghosts of the crew- i.e., himself, Thomas, and Kitty XD

I'm sorry but Pat reacting to Alison's first attempt at pranking him by pulling out the word 'veracity' and how he describes how to cross-check your facts????? king shit XD

but also, that was lowkey the most intimidating thing I've ever seen Pat do wtf?! like the way he says "I'd hate for you to have the wool pulled over your eyes." and then the "ok?" freakyyyy lol

oh Julian you nincompoop lol I love all the time Alison's invested in these pranks btw- like making that video and somehow rigging something up on a laptop so that when Julian clicks the specific button, the video starts playing? is there an app for that or is that just Alison flexing some coding skills??? XD (I am personally fully on board the 'Alison flexes her coding skills' train lol)

0/2, Cap is not making any good calls in this ep XD

my fam and I like to play the game 'how many takes?' and that scene where Alison tries the finger-chop gag and Pat gives her a talking to is prime fodder for that game XD

ayo, gotta give a shoutout to the B-plot of Mike with the insurance investigator for recapping the end of season 4 because I was rusty tbh lmaooo

Fanny's two-part-prank was so good but also gotta love the permanency of permanent marker XD

OMG Humphrey's idea for Robin's prank - i.e. Larry just talking to himself LMAO but the way Humphrey showed Alison his plan was so deliciously devious XD

"DAMN YOU, COOPER!"

yo the way the A-plot and B-plot crash into each other is hysterical XDD

Alison, caught red-handed lighting a fire: *in the most level voice I've ever heard come out of Charlotte Ritchie's mouth* Hi, I'm Alison-

"Sorry. Sick in a bush..."

good onya, Joy Kielty! you da real one! and props to the soundtrack composers for that beautiful little piano interjection :')

ah man almost got all of them...

BUT OH MY DAYS SHE PREG-AN-NANT!?!!?!?! I can't believe the fandom was right on that one!!!!!! I'm anxious for her!!!!! pregnancies are scary!!!!! (I mean, I'm probably projecting because a friend of mine is pregnant and currently dealing with all the appointments, equipment, and physical symptoms of pregnancy, but still!!! growing new life is hard!!!!)

very very interested to see where them there are going with this...

but anyways this is a Larry episode and so of course the last word comes from Humphrey:

"did we get him?"

(my poor boi, someone pls pick him up :') )

[khiphop-discussions]

Drop the Bit Ep.1 Part 2 Thoughts

Part 1 thoughts HERE

Subs on showmethesubs.carrd.co

I WAS thinking Homies are hitting the button WAY too soon (and I still think that's a bit true) but I also remember either P.Diddy or someone on his team saying on one of his shows back in the day that execs only listen to a song for ~8 seconds to see if its a hit or not. So maybe it's not too fast? Memory is a bit unreliable of course so the number might be a bit bigger. Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that Homies are hitting the button REALLY fast. Like as SOON as they say 2 words LOL

Cherry Boy 17 was the contestant. He's alright but didn't leave the strongest impression tbh

I think this is one of the best contestants so far besides Khan. Takuwa was who it was. He's obviously improved over the years. But weirdly enough...HE WAS AT RISK OF ELIMINATION?!?!?!

Honestly, this show is relying too heavily on style. I'm sorry but you have to be good as a rapper too. Style gets famous really quick, I understand that but when you don't have the fundamentals down as a rapper? Those people always fade out really soon. All the top people are people who have at least enough of the basics down such that their style can really shine. There's nobody popular who is JUST style.

Brothers is another duo. I think they have a bit more skill and polishing than the other duo but they are still rough. I think the guy with the longer hair has a really interesting voice.

Also, worth noting that this show has way less applicants than SMTM so the judges can't be as nitpicky as the ones on SMTM. That thought just hit me. They can't be SOO picky that they don't have enough contestants left lol

Brothers said rapper should have a criminal record (or something along the lines of that). The shorter haired brother has been to jail before.

2 more duos get eliminated and then there's a 3rd. OK they are talented. One has a high pitched voice and one a lower pitched voice. They also have a style. These contestants look a bit older than most of the others though so it makes sense they are a bit better. They are called Goldskinz

I thought it was Swings at first. No lie LOL especially when he started speaking English and said Super Bee's name? I thought Swings came to be funny and show support (if you guys remember, Swings was Super Bee's rap teacher before Bee was famous). The contestant was Max Kim, apparently he's a bodybuilder. He was really solid and has a nice energy in his performances. His rap and performances comes off really cool, calm, and collected.

So Uneduc didn't just choose female contestants. Such a fake ally LOL. But when this specific woman came up he did immediately clicked his button on her. A LOT of female rappers sounds just like this so it's gonna be hard for her to stand out in the scene tbh (she'd be damn near indistinguishable from Soyeon if you gave them both a blind evaluation) BUT she does have a lot of talent and potential. Her name was yumewanaii

This contestant is good as well but again, there's already someone who is very similar to this, Lee Young Ji. this contestant is probably the best on the show so far. The rapper was Veni.

AGAIN, ANOTHER female rapper who sounds just like someone else. this one is Ash-B. LOL it was Kerrigan May. Her hair style is reminiscent of Ash-B as well. I think she might wanna look into changing colors. I think darker hair suits her better anyway. She has done multiple TV show (earlier this year she did the show Bloody Game which Yun B and Xitsuh were also on. The show is a competition but isn't rap related. Side Note: I haven't finished this show cause the episodes are long so IDK how far any of them made it. I'll update you guys some other time. I'm only on the end of episode 2).

Anyway, cause I got carried away, Kerrigan May is very talented. I think she's one of the most talented contestants on the show so far too. Very clear, very impactful, and she can do interesting things even a very popular instrumental. She used Future's "Mask Off" but her version is completely different to what he did. she didn't try to mimic his style or vibe.

Back to male rappers. I've seen this type of male rapper like a MILLION times omg. None of them have EVER gotten that famous but this SAME EXACT COPY of a rapper shows up on EVERY season of a show like this LOL. He's very energetic and fun. Rap isn't the worst but not the best. Good performance skills, voice is kinda comedic so it comes of kinda playful and funny. The contestant's name was Astral Swaggy

So we get out first singing rapper. His voice is pretty nice. He has a bit of "soul". Kinda blues-y, r&b-ish. He got eliminated but he was really so talented. I think because he didn't show enough rap. I was waiting for him to show a bit more of his "rapping" instead of just the singing but it never came. I think the judges felt the same way. Its unfortunately cause he's really talented. I think he should try for SMTM but I think it'd be hard for him to get past the first round because he really relies on rhythm, pitch, and just everything that goes into singing. Doing his style without the instrumental would be a lot harder for a judges to see the full picture. He'd have to incorporate more rap. He's kinda Wonstein-y but with even more singing and less rap elements if that makes sense? You'd have to watch the episode (Side note: idk how people even read it when I make these types of posts. Do you guys read it alongside the episode? After the episode? Before the episode? Or do you guys just not watch the episode at all and just read these types of posts to see what happened?)

His name was Joseph Kang. Super Bee said, pretty much what I said. "It would have been better with more hiphop"

So this contestant is Noh Yunha. I think he's the most well-rounded contestant so far. He's very talented. He seems really familiar but the same time I can't put my finger on who he reminds me of. It's not him cause I don't listen to him at all LOL. Something about him is familiar. I wonder if who he reminds me of will hit me later. Oh it did as soon as I finished typing that. He slightly reminds me of D.Ark somehow. It's not SUPER strong but there's definitely some D.Ark in there LOL. they were on HSR4 together.

Ohhhhh Actually, it is himself haha. I forgot he was on the GWTM remix. I love that song and listen to it so much LOL That's why he feels so familiar. But yeah, it's also D.Ark too (also on the GWTM remix).

There's another contestant who does the sing song thing but it more rap influenced and his voice isn't nearly as good. It's a bit grating but I tink that's the style they are going for. I think it's Implanted Kid but they don't show it until the next episode.

So see you guys when the subs for ep.2 comes out!

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Cold (Be The Young 26)

GIANT TW which will be valid for each episode for suicidal thoughts, SELF H*RM, violence, cursing, relatives dying, mentions of s*x, s*xual assault

All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will break canon (mostly from the S2 finale) but will try to get back into it for the sake of ✨ lore ✨ .

Summary: Emily's life used to be normal. Until one day, her family died, leaving behind just one letter.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

A/N: sorry. lol.

MASTERLIST

Cold 

From the hell of this city This life has already almost killed us But we can get out of it if we stay close God, thank you for these few friends. Angry eyes under the moon, It’s in the darkest hours we’re alive. Frames of pure violence, Torture scenes: that’s how we grew up

Emily opened her eyes and felt warmth on her face. She had not felt it in a long, long time. Her first reaction was to take a big breath. The deepest she had drawn in a long, long time. So long she didn’t even remember how much. The last thing she remembered from being alive was taking a dozen pills and laying on the bed. Then there was hell. The realization she was not in hell anymore, at least not the one she had been experiencing for for what felt like years, decades, even, slowly settled in. How could it be over? She was dead. She had been in hell. She remembered it. Like the residual memories from a dream, the more she thought about it, the less she could remember. She looked around: squares and squares of headstones. She turned. Behind her, a white piece of stone. It looked new, clean. Way too clean. It said: “In loving memory of Emily Reed.” She stood up and clean herself from the dirt she was covered in. And then she walked, for what seemed like hours, until she saw a bar, entered and asked to make a call.

“Hello?” Said Bobby’s voice on the other side of the line. “Bobby, it’s me.” “Me who?” “Emily!” click “Oh, come on-” She whispered, redialing the number. The barman looked at her, nervous. She probably looked terrible but it was not the time to care for aesthetics. “Who is this?” Asked Bobby, upset. “Bobby, listen, it’s me!” “Yeah, good try, but she’s dead.” “Bobby-” click

She sighed and asked directions for the nearest bus stop. The bartender looked at her, his own phone already in hand, probably ready to call the police on that weird, thin, dirty girl who was stinking his bar, but did, eventually, give Emily the directions. About an hour later, she heard a voice calling her name behind her. She turned around, not recognizing it. Staring at her from a couple yards away from at her was a tall, pale man that she was sure wasn’t there before. He was wearing a gray, slightly reflective shirt which was loosely buttoned at the top. “Can I help you?” She asked, ready to attack him. “No, but maybe I can help you.” He said, with a very strong Italian accent. Emily immediately took a step back, whispering profanities. She was just back from hell and a creep was already trying to get to her. “Sorry pal, not interested.” She started walking again, hoping he would lose hope. “Are you not curious to know how you got back?” The man appeared in front of Emily, startling her. She stopped walking. “How-” She looked back. “I thought you would be happier.” He enquired, tightening his eyes. “Who the fuck are you?” Said Emily, bitter. “My name is Ramiel.” Right. Like the Evangelion angel. Very funny. “And I care why?” “Because I saved you from hell.” Emily raised her eyebrows. “Nobody asked you to.” She tried to overcome the man and keep walking. When she realized there was no way getting away, she crossed her arms. “Listen, I have a long way to go. What do you want from me?” She sighed. “You were destined to be brought back. God has work for you.” “Right.” She scoffed. “So you’re what, an angel? Are you going to drill into my Geofront of something?” “Not a believer. I see.” “Not a fan of Jesus, no. So, what are you?” “I am an angel, as you said.” He gestured. “Right. There’s no such thing.” “Then how do you explain this?” He smiled, flashing Emily a sight of his wings. “Nice trick. Gotta teach me how to do it.” She smirked. “Can I go now?” “Well.” Sighed the man. “It's not my problem if you believe me or not. My orders are just to keep you safe. Here-” He reached for her and she didn’t have time to react when she found herself in front of Bobby’s lot, alone.

“Well, here goes nothing.” She walked up to the door and knocked and waited. What was she expecting? She had been in hell for so long, she was lucky if Bobby was still alive. And Dean? He was probably dead as well.   She turned, but as she took a step back towards the street, she heard someone open the door. She turned. “Sam?!” “Emily?!” Then, Sam tried to attack her. “Woah, stop right there.” She said, trying to avoid getting punched. “Sam, it’s me. I’m not a monster.” You know a monster wouldn’t be able to do this, right? She communicated telepathically. Sam winced, surprised. “Oh my god, how-” Sam’s words were interrupted by Dean appearing behind him, about to ask who it was. A bad flashback from hell stranded her for a split second. Dean was there. He was in hell with her. The two stared at each other for a second. He knew. He remembered her as well. She could tell. As he tried to lead towards her to attack her, probably thinking she was a monster, Sam stopped him. “Sam, what’s going on?” Dean asked. “It’s her, Dean. It’s Emily.” Nobody spoke for a second. Emily took off her jacket. “Are you going to invite me in or- What…” She stopped, looking at her arm. Something she had not noticed before was that her wrist was a purple-ish color, swollen, even if not painful. ”...what is that?!” She tried touching it, but she didn’t feel any pain, even though it looked broken. ”...is this a handprint?” She looked up. Dean had a similar looking mark on his shoulder, which he was also inspecting. “Holy- Dean, what’s going on?” As if he was suddenly roused from a dream, he extracted a silver knife from his pocket and gave it to her. “You really don’t trust me?” By the time she was cutting her arm, showing to her brother she was not a shapeshifter, Bobby appeared next to Dean as well. Emily smiled at him. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days.” Then, it was time for the holy water. She drank it and looked at Dean. When nothing happened, she shrugged. “Told you, Dean. It’s me.” Sam smiled and he looked at Dean. He looked at Emily, still clearly suspicious, but gestured to him to go ahead. Emily jumped to hug Sam. “Wait!” She said, pulling back suddenly. “How did you come back?” She saw Dean and Sam look back and forth between each other, clearly trying to come up with an explanation. “Damn, I missed you.” She hugged him again. “It really sucked being here without you.” “I missed you too.” He said. She let go of Sam and walked over to Bobby to hug him. “It’s good to have you back.” He said to her. In the end it was time to say hello to Dean. She looked at him and tightly smiled before walking past him. They sat down in the living room and Bobby brought everyone a beer. The house looked dirtier and messier than the last time she was there, but everything else had remained the same. The piles of books surrounded by beer and liquor bottles, a linen for someone who had been sleeping on the couch and notebooks all over the place. Sam had not changed too much since the last time Emily saw him, which was still fresh in her mind, even if a lot of time had gone by. Dean, however, looked older. His gaze had become harder, colder. He was also missing a scar Emily distinctly remembered him having on his left cheek. “So. What did I miss?” Asked Emily, trying to hide the amount of questions she had. Bobby handed her a newspaper and Emily read the date. “2009?” She raised an eyebrow. “Wait, a year? That’s…” She hesitated. “That’s a long time.” She lied and threw the newspaper back on the table. She was expecting much more time. Of course, she had figured out the time outside of hell had passed differently than how she had felt, but she was not expecting that big of a difference. “What about you, Sam?” “I’ve been back 6 months, give or take.” Emily looked at Dean, her suspicion growing stronger. Dean accurately avoided her gaze and that was her cue to confirm her thoughts. “Interesting. So, about six months after I called it quits?” Sam seemed surprised at her question, but Dean, instead, sighed and traced his face with his hand. “You brought him back, didn’t you?” She asked him. “I did.” Dean admitted with a sigh. “Goddamn-” She sighed. “So. Let me get this straight.” Emily pointed at him, accusatively. “I kill myself and your first idea is to bring back Sam? The thing we spent literal months fighting about?!” The thought of Dean having sold years and years of his life to bring back Sam after all those months they spent trying to get over his death made Emily almost nauseous. Or maybe it was the hell flashbacks. “You said-” “I know what I said! And I believe my exact words were ‘go live your life’, not ‘throw your life down the drain’!” She finished the rest of her beer in one big gulp. “God, you’re an idiot.” She sighed. She dragged her hands down her face, trying to recollect herself. “How much do you have left?” She asked. “Nothing, I- I died 3 months ago. Came back yesterday.” “How?!” “I don't know, I- There's this guy, Castiel, he says he raised me from perdition or whatever, but-” “Did he tell you he's an angel?” She asked, raising her eyebrows, trying to connect all the dots. “Yes- How did you know that?” “I met a guy this morning. His name is Ramiel. He told me the same thing.” Sam interrupted them. “Emily, sorry, wait. Backup a little.” He looked back and forth between her and Dean, who rolled his eyes and stood up. “Did you just- did you just say you killed yourself? As in committing suicide?” Asked Sam. Dean walked behind his chair and leaned on it, letting his head dangle in between his shoulders. “Well, yes.” She said, confused. “That’s how…“ She dangled her words, slowly realizing if Sam didn't know how she died, it could only be because of the lies of one single human: “Dean?!” She turned to him and stood up, angry. “What did you tell him?” he sighed, but did not answer. Emily looked at Bobby, who raised his hands, asking to be kept out of it. She then looked back at Sam. “Demons, that’s what he told me.” He explained. “He told me you died while fighting with some demons!” Emily took a big breath, trying to not go all out punching Dean their first day back together. “Why?” She asked. “Why would you lie about something like that?” “I don’t know, okay? I guess it was easier than-” She cut him short. “Right.” She sat back down. Sam looked at her and swallowed all of his questions. For a second she made the mistake of thinking about the hours before her death. The pain, the inability to move, the confusion. People coming and going as they liked and using her an object, just made for their pleasure, for their entertainment. The humiliation and the panic making their way inside of her. The realization that escaping was putting all the people she loved in danger. That the Russians were going to look for her. The traveling across the country, not caring about leaving or not a track, landing into a motel. Her hand shaking while she wrote a letter to Dean and the realization that she was really going to die that night, slowly settling in. She felt her heart racing and her mind getting foggier and foggier, when she looked at Sam, her eyes filling with tears, she realized that if her powers were still working, he could probably still see and feel what she was thinking. She gazed at him, which was staring in front of him, visibly scared. Sam, don’t- Sorry. She was interrupted by a gag and had to run to the bathroom, where she vomited her panic away. She wasn't able to cry, it felt like her tears got stuck somewhere behind her eyes, the pressure growing stronger but never being released. She felt a hand on her shoulder and instinctively shoved it away, trapped in a memory loop. “Emily, it's me.” Said a very muffled and familiar voice. “Emily!” She turned and it was Sam. She immediately reached for his hand again, begging with her eyes to help her. “It's alright, kid, you're safe.” He stroked her shoulders and helped her hair off her face as she gagged one final time.

She took a shower. She realized it was her first shower since she got assaulted, the first shower in at least 18 thousands days. She had lost count after that and all memories were foggier. She enjoyed every single second of the shower, letting the water drop down her body and in the shower. She took her time to comb and dry her hair the right way. Just as she was doing so, Sam passed in front of the bathroom door, which Emily had left opened to let the steam out after she had dressed. “Hey.” Said Sam, leaning on the doorway. “Are you okay?” “Need the bathroom?” Emily ignored Sam’s question and looked at him, who shook his head. “I- Actually I wanted to say I’m sorry. The things I saw in-” He pointed to her head. “Well-” She tried her best to not feel sick again. “Let’s say it was a long year without you.” He nodded. “Well, if you want to-” “I know, just- not for now.” She tightly smiled and he did the same. She left Sam in front of the bathroom and headed back downstairs with her hair still slightly wet. Dean was sitting at the kitchen table. The same table they had fight after fight, without ever solving anything. “Hey.” she said, grabbing a glass and filling it with some alcoholic substance Dean had already helped himself with. “Everything alright?” “More or less.” Emily made an impressed face. “That’s the most sincere answer I’ve heard from you in years.” She sat on the counter. “Come on, give me a break.” He took another sip from his glass. “Alright. Then I am guessing you don’t want to talk about it?” “Nah.” “Okay.” “Actually there is something I would like to talk about.” Exhaled Dean. Emily raised her gaze from the indefinite point she was staring at and looked at her brother. “It’s about…“ He trailed off and sighed again. “What, Dean?” “It’s about what you wrote here.” Emily noticed a piece of paper on the table. She focused on it: it was the letter she had sent before she died. “Come on, I was literally about to die. Are you really going to hold that over my head?” Dean exhaled again. “I’m sorry.” He said unexpectedly. “What?” "What you wrote.. you were right. I should not have come to you." Emily stood there, in silence, looking for an appropriate response. Truth was, she had a long time to think about her life in hell. Still being conscious of time passing, of everything that had happened to her, that was the true torture. "Yeah." She sighed, shaking her thoughts away from her mind. “Really, I should have never come looking for you.” Emily rolled her eyes. “No, that’s not-” “Let me speak- You had it, man, you had the normal life you wanted and-” ”...are you serious?” Emily pushed herself off the counter. “Are you really trying to make this about you?!” “I’m not-” “You know what you should not have done?” She said, angry. “You should not have pushed me so far Bobby thought we couldn’t live under the same roof anymore. That he had to send me somewhere safer. You- We could have gotten over it, Dean. Instead, you chose to be a dick.” “Right.” He exhaled. “We spent months fighting to get over Sam’s death, and you threw it all out the window!” “You were dead, what was I supposed to do?!” “ANYTHING BUT THIS!” Emily walked towards the door and stopped in front of it. “ANYTHING! I did all I could to take care of you, but you never-” “I never what? You were gone, Emily, but I had to endure it. You have no idea what it feels like!” “I DON’T?” She scoffed. “I- I felt Sam die! I felt his heart stop beating while he bled to death on me, Dean-” She ran her hair through her hair. “Whatever.” She exhaled. “Nothing has changed, I don’t know why I ever thought it would have, you-” She gestured in front of her face for a while, trying to look for the right words. When she couldn’t find them, she finally stormed out of the room.