#if we can get a reservation slot anyway

[sollucets]

many thoughts head full

[mrrharper]

1000+ followers / Commissions

What's up, everyone!

First of all, the follower count for this blog seems to be glitched, so I'm only 95% sure that the following paragraph is correct. But anyway...

This blog has reached and surpassed 1000 followers, which is kinda insane. Never really expected this collection of my weird little stories would get a large following, and certainly not this fast. And I'm so damn grateful for that.

Especially for all the positive messages you bros sent me. It's such a great feeling when you realize there's a whole community of people that share interests and kinks with you. Thanks for every DM, it's really cool to see a notification about a new message, appreciate that very much.

So I come here with gratitude. Thanks for all the support bros, stay tuned for what's coming next! There are quite a few hot (in my personal opinion) ideas sitting in my drafts, there are sequels and longer stories and more musky jocks and soldiers coming.

I also come here with a proposition.

I am now doing writing commissions - if you would like me to write a story for you, you now have the option to make your wish a reality.

If you are interested, please contact me (through DMs) and tell me what you have in mind. We'll work together and figure out the details. But before we begin, please read the details below first.

What I will write about:

Of course, I am most comfortable with the stuff I've been writing about already - please check out my writing to see exactly what that entails. My interests include jocks, cops, soldiers as well as transformations, mental change, identity change, muscle growth or mind control.

But I am open to other stuff, although in that case I'd like for you, the person commissioning the work, to be more prepared to provide me with the kinds of details you'd like me to include in your story. I will not be able to help you figure the details out as well as with themes I'm more used to.

When writing to me, please be... fairly specific. Come with more than one sentence. If you want to give me a vague idea, you can just send me an ask. Try to also approximate the length of the story, check out my other writing to get a sense of how much detail and story can fit into 500 words.

What I will not write about:

These are my red lines - things, themes, kinks I will not write about because I'm not comfortable working with them. This is not a value judgement - I am not saying that any of those things are bad, that you should feel bad if you get off to stories that include them. With that in mind, the list includes:

Feminization/main focus on female characters

Bathroom stuff (watersports, scat, etc.)

Excessive violence, torture, rape etc.

Chastity

Real celebrities

Feet

Underage (duh)

Inflation/excessive size

This list is not exhaustive, and I reserve the right to say no to your proposal.

And about explicit writing: for now I will not write stories that include explicit scenes, that is characters fucking, you know what I mean. The reasons for this are twofold: I'm not sure in my ability to deliver writing that will be satisfactory in that regard AND it is a grey area when it comes to taking payments for that type of content. So for now its a no, bros.

Pricing:

My base rate is 3 EUR for every 100 words. That translates to 15 EUR for 500 words, 30 words for 1000 words, and so on.

The payment is upfront, the size of which will be decided before I begin writing based on what you'll want and what we will decide your idea needs. The payment will be made through the "commission" section of my Ko-Fi page (https://ko-fi.com/mrrharper). You can also go there and see if I'm accepting new commissions (I will set the number of free slots there and update it).

Other information:

Please, take into account that I have a life outside of Tumblr. I have a family and friends to foster relations with, classes to go to, papers to write. Because of this I might not be able to answer within seconds or complete your story as fast as you would expect or want to, and I ask you to take that into consideration.

After the work is finished I will provide you with the full file containing the story in a format of your choosing (but remember that I'm not paying for any professional word processing software).

I might want to one day post your commission on my blog (with credit). If you'd like for me to not do that, or not credit you, please tell me.

That's it for now, don't be surprised if I add (or ask for) some more details as we talk.

The Ko-Fi page is also open to one-off and monthly donations, if you really want to support me. I will really appreciate every single donation, but please - DO NOT feel pressured to support me financially. You reading my stories, liking and following, is completely enough.

Thanks for everything bros! See ya soon and Fly Eagles Fly!

[girlbossnezuko]

The thing about stobin is that they only work as well as they do because Robin was originally supposed to be Steve’s love interest, rather than in spite of it.

Like, what do we love about them?

They’re each other’s best friend

They’re incredibly co-dependent

They can basically read each other’s minds

They’re together so often that you can essentially treat them as one entity

They have genuine moments of emotion

These are all things that are par for the course when it comes to writing romantic relationships. You see it with Jon and Nancy (though not quite to the same level, they don’t have the Stobin Mind Meld) where they’re also each other’s best and only friend, and they also do almost everything together, and most of their genuine moments of emotion are with each other or with family.

Stobin don’t have any family or friends, because Steve’s family just doesn’t exist for some reason, and Robin was introduced to fill his empty friend slot after the stoncy divorce. Robin doesn’t have any either, because why would they flesh out a backstory for Steve’s New Girlfriend when they need to spend all their screentime establishing a believable romance?

So what we end up with is the bones of a romance that they have to hastily cover with the skin of a friendship, and they’ve already laid all that groundwork so they can’t exactly start backpedaling now.

That’s why stobin are mostly comic relief when they’re allowed to be together in s4 btw, they genuinely don’t know what to do with them now bc they didn’t intend for their relationship to be platonic (surely there’s no interesting room for growth in a close platonic relationship, that would be silly). Steve still doesn’t have a love interest, which is catastrophic for a fan favourite main character (bc amatonormativity dictates that being single is a Bad Ending and they can’t give him a Bad Ending, he can’t be punished by the narrative when he’s supposed to be finished his redemption arc) which is why he was shoehorned back with Nancy (bc they didn’t have the space to add another character just to be his love interest). (Robin gets a hint of Vickie bc denying their only explicitly canon gay character a ‘happy ending’ (read: romantic relationship) is also Very Bad, both narratively and optics-wise)

Basically, if they’d started out with the intention of making Robin Steve’s friend rather than his girlfriend, well, for one she wouldn’t exist. But secondly they’d be a lot less close than they are now. They’d be more like what we see in s4: a comedy duo, except without the same level of emotion and intimacy behind all their interactions. They literally wouldn’t have been allowed to get that close, because the number one spot in Steve’s life would’ve been reserved for his girlfriend, because again: amatonormativity dictates your romantic partner is your first priority and your most important relationship. Robin got that spot through a miracle and some gay trickery, and I for one will always be grateful.

I’m probably not the first person to mention any of this, but I’ve been thinking a lot about platonic relationships in media recently, and a lot about stobin specifically. It’s kind of sad that one of the best examples of a close platonic relationship I can think of is just a romantic relationship in a wig, but I’ll take what I can get (and god I love them anyway).

[fallingdown98]

Shout out to Fantasy High Junior Year to get me to post original thoughts on here for the first time on years - Thought after Episode 15, The Last Stand, spoilers ahead

Based on what happened with Buddy, Brennan's callout of "what was loaded into that crossbow?", and Brennan saying in AP that killing Buddy was always on the table this is what I think Kipperlilly Clerickiller's plan was (Also ty Fandom I will be using this forever now)

1. Snuck in with Buddy when the Last Stand was being set up. (Saw some people questioning how she managed to get in, I truly think it's as simple as this)

2. Steal both Buddy and Kristen's diamonds to ensure no reviving can occur

3. I think the plan was to shoot the proctor with rage crystals, causing him to hulk out and depending on timing, no one to stop more monsters from arriving.

4. Based on where she was standing, I think the goal was to blame the crossbow bolt on Buddy and then leave still undetected with Oisin's prepped plane shift

4a. I still think Buddy dying was always part of the plan but I think the goal was to get the Bad Kids to have to ruin their own situation (Having to kill the hulked out proctor, seeing Buddy as an enemy and targeting him, being stuck because if Kristen had used her 7th level slot then they would at minimum be stuck for 8 hours assuming they all managed to survive if the monsters were still coming)

5. Theory here and we'll see if it proves correct but my immediate thought when Buddy died was that KLCK is planeshifting to the Celestial plane and hoping to use Buddy to sneak into Sol's office like when Aguefort snuck in through Kristin's backpack

6. Once in Sol's office, she would be where YES! Was originally created and the reason Bakur supposedly failed his ritual is that he needed to be in a place where a god had been created in order to rez a God.

7. Chaos ensues when corrupted Ankarna is brought back

8. Profit??? I guess??? Tbh the exact reasoning of the Ratgrinders is still the most elusive thing to me. I think my current most likely thought is that Jace is serving as manipulator and that KLCK is the most "lost in the sauce" as it were what with her pre-established anger issues.

Since we only saw a hand I'm reserving judgement on Oisin as he may have only been aware of his part of the plan and not the rest of what Miss ClericKiller has been up to. Not attached so I'm also down for him to be full evil but I'm just not sure yet.

Another thought I had is that the Ratgrinders may yet mirror the Bad Kids not just in class, but also in personal problems.

Ruben and Fig both having identity crises but Ruben has isolated himself so much he's turned to being a lackey

MaryAnn just doing what she's doing because she's good at it, not because it's something she's passionate about

If Oisin's dragon relative is evil and he's going along with the plot because of that, that would mirror Adaine breaking away from her own evil parents

Don't know enough about Ivy to have thoughts on her really, buddy and Lucy could probably be their own post tbh, and as I can't get a lock on Kipperlilly.

Jawbone seemed convinced she was just misunderstood and jawbone usually has a pretty good read on people. But then she's smiling while murdering Buddy and teleporting away. Why does she hate Riz specifically? Is it something he did or is it more generic jealousy (or a crush but I don't care for that theory personally and doesn't feel super supported currently)?

What's the deal with the rage soil and how did they place a rune of Ankarna's name on Yolanda/Lucy if it was unknown at that point?

Anyway, feel free to reblog or tag with thoughts, I'm so excited to unravel more of this mystery.

[heliotropehotch]

from eden - a.h. x fem!reader

a/n: Like a phoenix, I have reemerged from the ashes of what was one my fanfiction writing career. I feel like I do this every time, I get super into writing for a couple of months, and then dip for what feels like years. So many things have happened! And I can't wait to catch up!

Please enjoy this purely fluff, purely sweet spring fic. (i'm not sure if I like it or not, any feedback is appreciated)

author: once again, finally, abby<3

words: 978

warnings: allusions to sex, almost fondling, cheeky hotch

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The sunlight shined through the pollen-dusted window in the late morning of the day. The pane was cracked at the bottom, an ambient rustling of the trees in the wind echoing into the bedroom. Her skin welcomed the warm rays that bled into the room and spilt across the bed she rested on. Her bent legs had tangled in the crisp sheets that comforted her the night before. In her hands rest a book with well-loved pages and spine. It was soft and pliable against her fingers. She hummed against the wind, mouth twitching upwards as she read over a favorite line.

“You look awfully lonesome,” Aaron’s voice cut over the soft music playing throughout the house. She eyed his smirk over the top of the book, a small smile of her own playing against her lips. “I can’t have you looking this tragic and tempting.” 

“Get closer to me, then.” Her focus shifted back to the text in front of her, smile unwavering. She attempted to maintain that focus, even as she felt the mattress dip beside her, and even as he scooted her body forward just to slot himself behind her. She began to lose it, though, just as she felt his breath brush against the nape of her neck, and just as his fingers dusted across her arms to wrap themselves around her waist.

“How’s your book?” his chest rumbled as she spoke, lulling her like a siren away from her reading. She hummed as she reread the last sentence for the 5th time.

“It’s good, as always.” One of his hands released her to brush a strand of hair away from her cheek, where he rested his lips momentarily. His volumed lowered itself as he spoke into her ear. 

“I was thinking I could pick up a copy and read with you.” She turned to face him at this. His eyes were light now that they were in the sun, similar to the warmth of whiskey, and they were focused on her lips immediately. 

“You would want to do that?” She almost asked in disbelief, but only because she knew his free time was limited, and reserved for his favorite people. “Wouldn’t that take up your time on your off days?” 

He rested his forehead against hers, smile unwavering. “Well yes,” he chuckled. “But it’d be time I’m taking with you, it’s your favorite book. Plus, Jack is about to go away with his grandparents for spring break anyways.”

Her smile grew, leaning up to peck his lips quickly. “Then I’d like that very much.”

He tightened his arms around her and rested his lips on the crook of her neck. “Good,”

He sighed out of fondness, not tiredness. “I’m sure there’s other things we can do together to take up time.”

Her hand dropped to her lap, an amused eye roll gracing her face. “I knew there were ulterior motives, you little snake,” she giggled as he pinched her side. “You’re an evil one, Aaron.”

“Hey!” He feigned offence. “There’s something wrong here if you think me wanting to love on you is evil.” He pressed another kiss to her skin, right behind her ear. “Besides, we can do both things together.”

She scoffed, as she picked up the book and attempted to read yet again. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t think I can multitask that well.”

He barked out a laugh underneath her. “I didn’t mean at the same time, sweetheart. Though, now you’ve given me an idea.” She laughed against him, nearly giving up on her task as his fingertips rested just under her breasts. 

Aaron took a second to take in the sight before him. His love laying in the sun like this precious work of art only he ever got to lay his eyes on. He felt its familiarity, its effect causing a mirror image of his happier younger years. 

“You’re going to corrupt me, you know,” she reached a hand up to rake her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. Aaron smiled as he turned her around in his lap to face him. He placed a gentle hand on her cheek that she nuzzled into. 

“You mean I haven’t already? I thought I was a snake.” He pulled her closed, their chests nearly touching.

She combed her fingers through his hand once more, before trailing her fingers to graze his lips. “Maybe just a little.”

He grinned at her and tugged her mouth to him. She kissed him slow, as if the moment would never end. She kissed him as if there was nothing else in the world to do. Her air filled his lungs, and he accepted it as if it would be his last breath. When they broke apart, their own little world remained undisturbed. Their forehead pressed together. “It seems I have some work to do, then.”

She scoffs once again, in love with the thought of him consuming her. “I think I can handle it.” She leaned forward as she wrapped her arm around his torso and rested her cheek just under his chin. His arms found their way back around her, just as his lips found their way to the top of her head. She hummed against him, the same sweet melody flooding through their home. 

“You are quite distracting, you know.” He chuckled under her, fingers brushing along her back. Her lips found his chest and placed a soft kiss wherever she could reach. His hand flexed against her hip each time she did. 

“Yeah, I know.” He sighed, pinching her side again and eliciting a giggle. “But you love it.”

The next weekend, the sun once again slithered its way into the room. Aaron’s new copy of the book sat unread on his bedside table, next to her loved copy and two cups of forgotten coffee.

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tagging some friends who I hope remember me and are still active lmao: @spacecowboyhotch @thedancingnerdmermaid @rousethemouse @ddejavvu @ssahotstuff @ssamorganhotchner @genevievedarcygranger @sleepyreaderreads

[alexmeeksmartin]

don’t be afraid to jump then fall

part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/alexmeeksmartin/716114654174314497/enchanted-to-meet-you

pairing: chad meeks-martin x gn reader

synopsis: the one where y/n fully joins the friend group. also the one where quinn accidentally meddles, anika and mindy deliberately meddle, and sam puts her advice out there.

a/n: i’m kinda feeling like making this a cute little miniseries, open to any suggestions ofc !i definitely feel more comfortable writing even now, also i am open for requests !

wc: 2.7k

it had been just over a month since you’d met anika’s friends, and you had pretty much become an integral part of the group already. you and mindy realised you had your film studies class together, and ethan’s free periods aligned perfectly with yours, allowing for a lot more studying and hanging out together. you had to admit that it was nice, the regular dinners at tara and sam’s place, mindy frequently coming in and out of your apartment, and going to the gym with tara. you slotted perfectly into the group. but, nicest of all was the opportunity to see chad.

ever since meeting him, you and chad had constant laughs with each other. he was a spark that could brighten up your gloomiest of days, and you felt the tension between the two of you rising more and more as the days pass.

it was a friday evening in your apartment as anika and you were getting ready to go round to tara & sam’s apartment for movie night. anika made her way into the bathroom, seeing you delicately fixing your hair and checking your overall appearance.

“y/n, babe, it’s a movie night. you do not need to be doing all of… well this. chad is still gonna stare as soon as you walk through the door regardless.” anika states with a playful tone, removing you from your transfixion on your appearance.

“i am not doing this for chad, anika.” you retort, turning around and making eye contact with anika, your roommate staring at you with raised eyebrows. you throw your hands up in defeat before looking back to the mirror. “okay, it is for chad. but i can’t look bad, ani, like this is very important!”

anika gently pulls your hands away from your hair before directing you out of the bathroom. she sits you on the couch and then starts speaking again, “y/n, that boy is like the definition of enamoured and infatuated when it comes to you. he is obsessed, and will continue to be.” she continues, making her way into your kitchen, “so, stop stressing about how you’re going to look for a movie night of all things, and just relax.”

“fine.” you huff, “but also, ani, that is complete hypocrisy, we both know just how much time you’d spend getting ready just for one night at mindy’s place before you guys were official!”

“now that is different!” anika replies, beginning to laugh. her infectious smile makes its way into you as well, and before you know it the two of you are giggling with each other. anika was right in fairness, you always stressed before seeing chad, it was a habit that needed to stop. “anyways, i need to shower.”

tara opens the door, a wide smile across her face. “hey, guys, come in!” she says, “that’s anika and y/n here now, sam, you can put the popcorn on!” tara yelled through to her sister.

“sorry for taking so long, but a certain someone takes thirty minutes in the shower.” you say, playfully blaming the two of you’s lateness in anika.

“hey, just because i like to perform in the shower.” anika mumbles in response as you put your coats away and take your shoes off.

“it’s a shower, not a theatre, babes.”

the pair of you walk into the living room, seeing mindy situated on one end of a couch, and ethan on the other, mindy having clearly reserved a spot for anika. beside them, tara makes herself comfortable in a bean bag and sam’s blanket wrapped over the armchair, leaving the only open seat in the room beside chad on the two-seater. a seat you‘re very grateful to have exist.

after greeting everyone else, you make your way to sit down beside chad. “this spot taken?” you ask jokingly.

“yep, saving it for my lovely friend, y/n- oh wait.” he responds, the two of you laughing at his lame joke.

you sit down beside him, curling up in the corner of the seat. “had a nice day?” chad asks.

“eh, it’s been okay. just been studying for my exam pretty much so i’m deadly tired. what about you?” you politely answer.

“pretty good, better now that i’m seeing you.” he flirts, and you hear a giggle erupt from where anika & mindy are sitting.

sam makes her way back into the room, greeting you and anika with a hug before sitting herself down. “so, what are we watching?” she asks, turning on the tv.

“wrong turn!” mindy exclaims from her seat, receiving confused looks from across the room. “what?”

“wrong turn?” tara repeats as a question.

“wrong turn. you know, the one where those college students and that doctor get lost in west virginia and are hunted by mutated inbred cannibals?”

“no, i don’t.” tara laughs, as everyone else begins to agree.

“i’ve never watched it, but i have actually heard of it.” you chuck into conversation. “thank you, y/n! i’m glad i’m not the only cultured individual in this room.” mindy replies, tara sticking her tongue out at them.

“i say a romcom!” chad butts in, only for ethan to also give his input, “but you guys said you’d watch star wars with me!” earning a laugh from you.

eventually, mindy convinces you all to settle on wrong turn. you watch the first third of the movie, but quickly finding yourself falling asleep, exhausted from revising all day. chad notices, and without you noticing moves himself along the couch slightly so that you fall asleep on his shoulder.

after a while, the movie finishes, and both you and chad have nothing to say about it. after you fell asleep on chad, he barely took his eyes off of you the entire movie, constantly checking that you were comfortable, and that none of the loud noises were startling you.

“so, who’s up for some pizza?” tara asks, receiving nods of agreement from the whole group. the group begin to organise themselves to go down to the pizza place, but chad remains seated. mindy and anika make their way over to you and chad, clearly on a mission.

“chad, i’m gonna need you to come with us.” mindy demands. “why? tara and ethan are already going too.”

“anika and i want to have a conversation with you.” she states with a very serious tone of voice.

“but y/n is sleeping. like sleeping on me.” chad protests, “do you not think i can see that?” mindy bluntly asks.

“well, i can’t fucking move, can i?!” chad whisper-yells at his sister as anika cuts in, “if y/n can sleep through the screams that we heard in that movie, i think you can move yourself off of the couch, chad. also, this isn’t a request. you’re coming with us.”

“fine.” chad sighs, then beginning to very delicately move you off of him and putting all of your weight onto the couch. chad leaves with mindy, anika, tara, and ethan, but not before a final glance to you.

only minutes later, you wake up to a redhead girl standing in front of you, seemingly studying you and giving you a jump, causing you to let out a small scream.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry, i did not mean to scare you!” she says, also having jumped at your startled wake.

“who are you?!” you shout at her, as sam rushes back into the room. ”um, you’re the one in my apartment.” the girl retorts.

“guys, calm down. y/n, this is our roommate, quinn. and quinn, this is tara’s friend, y/n.” sam explains, your breathing finally steadying.

“wait-“ quinn begins, her eyes wide with excitement. “like, chad’s y/n? anika’s roommate y/n?!” she asks sam.

“quinn!” sam says with a glare.

“was i not supposed to say that or-“ quinn continues, but you finally process what was just said. “what do you mean by ‘chad’s y/n’? also, where is everyone?”

“she means nothing by it, y/n. and they should be back in about twenty minutes, they’re just getting pizza. you like just basic cheese pizza, don’t you, y/n?” sam asks, clearly evading your first question.

“yeah, but still, what did you mean by ‘chad’s y/n’?” you ask quinn again. the redhead looks to sam, who sighs and nods at her. “you might as well, quinn.”

“well, i just meant cause y’know, you and chad kinda have a thing going… from what tara said at least.” quinn tells you. of course tara had told her, tara, like anika, had been constantly badgering you with support to get with chad. however, you were reluctant for a multitude of reasons: was he serious about things, were you sure of your feelings or were you just caught up in a guy paying you attention, and most importantly, can you coexist with his grief for liv.

“that adds up, i guess.” you say. “wait so what is going on there? is it a thing?” quinn asks.

“i mean, i’d like to know as well.” sam chips in from her armchair.

you begin to gather your thoughts. “so, anika and mindy both say that chad has a bit of a crush on me, and both ethan and tara seem to agree. but, i don’t know what to do about it. of course i’m attracted to him too-“

quinn adds, “who wouldn’t be?”

“-but i don’t know if he’s serious. or if i am for that matter. i also don’t know if he’s dealt with his grief for liv enough to focus on me. i don’t know, i’m an overthinker and i stress myself out about this stuff-“

“just go for it.” quinn says, getting up from the couch. “a wise man once told me ‘you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take’. so, just go. you like him on a level, he likes you. anyways, i should probably get back to paul. nice to meet you!”

“you too.” you reply as she leaves the room. “she’s a bit of a character, isn’t she?”

“she means well. also, i agree with her. go for it, chad’s a super sweet guy. he wouldn’t take you for granted in any way. don’t be afraid to jump then fall, y/n. you both deserve it.” sam advises.

“thanks for the tips, really sweet sam,” you begin sarcastically. “but i don’t know if you’re the best person to give romance advice on considering tara says you’ve been staring at ‘cute boy’ across the hall for months.” you say, laughing at sam’s predicament.

sam sighs. “i feel like i can trust you, y/n. i can trust you, right?” sam asks.

“of course.”

“swear to me that you will not discuss this with anyone. not even tara.” sam says with a stones expression.

“i swear that i won’t disclose this to anyone.”

“i’ve been sleeping with ‘cute boy’ from across the hall.” sam says, your mouth dropping open. “oh my god, it feels so nice to finally tell someone.” sam sighs in relief.

“seriously, sam?” you say, mouth still agape.

“seriously.”

“she shoots, she scores.” you say, walking across the room to give her a high five. you sit closer to her, both of you getting ready to delve deep into your love lives.

outside of the pizza place, chad, anika, and mindy wait for ethan and tara to emerge with the food.

“so…” chad starts, “what did you ‘need’ to talk to me about?”

“y/n, duh.” mindy bluntly answers.

“what about y/n?” chad asks, defensive.

“chad, we’re not idiots. we can all tell that there is something going on there.” anika states. “plus, mindy knows you like y/n. like you like like y/n.”

“i don’t-“

“you do.” mindy cuts in. “and knowing you, it’s weird you haven’t made a proper move yet. so, what’s going on?”

“i don’t know if y/n likes me back like that. i mean, sometimes i feel like we’re flirting but y/n also talks to ethan in the exact same way.”

“that’s why you haven’t made a move? seriously? y/n adores you, chad. you realise that, right? y/n spent almost an entire hour picking out what to wear tonight and sitting in front of the mirror, just for you to be impressed.” anika says, mindy nodding along to her girlfriend’s words.

“fuck, mindy, you couldn’t have told me this earlier?” chad questions his sister.

“what? it’s not my fault that you can’t pick up on very obvious social cues. in fact, so obvious that everybody else picked up on it.” mindy retorts, with tara and ethan exiting the pizzeria.

“did you sort whatever’s going on with him and y/n?” tara asks the girls.

“come on, it’s not that obvious.” chad says, receiving looks that say ‘are you serious?’ from the girls. “ethan, back me up.”

“sorry, man, they’re right.” ethan shrugs.

“…i mean, i just don’t feel like i’m ready for a relationship yet.” sam says, telling you about danny.

“well, like you said, ‘don’t be afraid to jump then fall’, sam.” you respond as the rest of the group re-enters the apartment.

“so, who do i owe?” you ask.

“it’s fine.” chad answers.

“yeah, chad already paid your share.” mindy says, her eyes widening, chad also becoming a bit flustered.

“oh, thanks! i can still pay you back, though?” you ask, feeling slightly guilty.

“nah, don’t worry about it.” he says. you send a smile of gratitude his way before you all sit down to eat.

“so, y/n, enjoy the movie?” tara asks sarcastically.

“oh, shut up.” you say, laughing.

“i thought that you’d have some real insightful comments and analysis to add.” mindy playfully adds.

“you wouldn’t have fallen asleep if we watched star wars…” ethan mutters under his breath.

“oh, please, star wars would’ve had me passed out within the first ten minutes.” sam chips in, having heard ethan’s comment.

as the group devolves into nonsensical chatter, chad taps you on the shoulder. “you wanna go for a walk?” he asks.

“sure.” you say, with a smidge of anxiety creeping into your mind, unsure of what he wants to speak about.

you two make your way out into the cold night air, making small talk until you reach a bench, sitting down.

“um, so i wanted to talk to you…” he trails off. you’d never seen him like this, he was always in a very confident and relaxed state. not this kind of shy and awkward guy that was sitting before you.

“about?” you ask, encouraging him to go on.

“i like you.” he says, waiting to gage your reaction before continuing. your eyes light up and he continues, “i like the way i can’t keep my focus around you. your laugh might just be the best sound i’ve ever heard. when you speak it’s like i hear the words, but all i’m thinking is that we should be together. i know it’s cheesy, but every time i see you smile, i smile. above everything, i guess i just like the way you’re everything i’ve ever wanted.”

it’s like you’re in a trance, absolutely speechless. “shit, i shouldn’t have said anything-“ chad’s doubtful words snap you out of it, finally processing what was being said to you. “it’s fine, can we just stay-“

you cut him off with a kiss, pulling him in. your lips make contact, and you passionately embrace each other for a moment before breaking it off.

“the feeling’s mutual.” you say, feeling like a weight has been lifted off of your chest. chad was serious. all the doubts that had been clouding your mind had been blown away.

you two walk hand in hand back to the apartment, chad giving you his jacket on the way back due to you shivering. you open the door to the apartment, seeing five hopeful and expectant faces on entering.

“what are the faces for?” you ask, confused.

“so… what did you guys talk about?” anika asks, trying to cover up a giggle.

chad looks to you for approval before giving the news, you nodding in return.

“well, we will both be unavailable on wednesday night.” he says, “because we will be on our first date.”

the group erupts in cheers, as you give chad a little peck on the lips. sam was right, you thought to yourself. sometime the best thing to do is to is jump then fall.

a/n: i don’t think i like this anymore but practice is good i guess, hope you enjoyed !

[modelbus]

Yk, library love is a really good fic... So a part 3 wouldn't kill anyone right ?

Right right…

I’m so glad people enjoy it though, it’s possibly my favorite thing I’ve written!

Pairing: Cc!Wilbur x Gn!Reader

Library Love Part 3

“What do you mean you didn’t even read the books?!”

Wilbur laughs at your outraged look, following you around the library while he waits for your shift to end. He tends to do this now, show up thirty minutes before you get out and bother you.

You love every second of it.

“I read some, but most I just randomly grabbed to keep talking to you.” He repeats.

“Wil!” You yell. “Other people could’ve wanted those!”

He just shrugs, still grinning at you. “Worked out in my favor anyways, didn’t it?”

Running a hand through your hair, you sigh. He’s right, it did work. But still… how long was he chasing you before you noticed?

Wilbur takes a book off your cart and places it back on the shelf for you. You go to grab the last one, but he beats you to it and also slots it into its place.

“Now that you’re done, we can go, right?” He asks, checking his watch.

“Why do you come if you’re so eager to leave?”

“I’m not eager to leave! And I like seeing you. So you’re good to go?”

“Yes, Wilbur. I’m good to go.”

“Great!”

He grabs your hand and starts tugging you along with him as you try not to trip over your own feet. His legs are longer than yours so he’s practically dragging you, but you’re both laughing like lovesick idiots.

Wilbur continues to drag you even when you’re outside of the library, leaving quite the sight for bypassers.

“Okay! Slow down! You’re going to kill me!” You finally say between laughs.

He exaggerates his sigh but slows his rushing. “I can’t believe I’m slowing for a tiny thing like you.”

For the record, you're not tiny.

“Hey! You’re the goddamn giant!”

“I will start running.” He threatens, and you hold your one free hand up in surrender.

The two of you lapse into a comfortable silence, where you enjoy the weather. Although you love the library with about half your heart (the other half was reserved for the guy next to you), you hardly ever got to enjoy the nice weather. Today it was perfectly sunny with the faintest of breezes ruffling the leaves of trees.

It’s a perfect day for whatever Wilbur has up his sleeve. Speaking of, you have no clue where he’s taking you. A week ago had been your one year, so you knew nothing special was happening today.

You’ve also been keeping up with his band after he introduced you, and there’s definitely no show today. Actually, you’re pretty sure you’ve met all his friends by now. Tommy was the first one he introduced you to, and you quickly realized why. The two were practically brothers. Thank God Tommy liked you.

Really, where is Wilbur taking you?

“Wil, where are we going?” You finally ask.

“You’ll see.” He hums.

“When?”

“When we get there.”

“Come on, where are you taking me?”

“Patience, darling.” His eyes sparkle with humor. He’s enjoying this! “You’ll love it, I promise.”

That doesn’t clear anything up. You love most things when it comes to him, even that time you had to help him patch a hole in his bedroom wall. It absolutely ruined your jeans that day, too.

But you go quiet, trusting him. He might lead you astray, but at least you’re going astray together.

Wilbur takes you down a path in the park, a place you two have been to a few times. You can’t really think of a reason he’d drag you here though. There’s nothing especially special in here.

A pond with some ducks might be the extent of the place. A well-loved pond, but just a pond.

“You’ve really confused me now.” You laugh.

“Good. Now I need to cover your eyes. You love me, right?”

“Right.” You immediately agree, but then grow suspicious. “Why are you covering my eyes?”

“For the surprise. Just go with it.”

So you do, allowing him to move behind you and cover your eyes gently with his hands. You’re a little hesitant when he tells you to start walking, but you do. Very slowly.

“Okay, pick up the pace.” He finally sighs.

“No! You’re covering my eyes!”

“Do you really think I’d let you walk into something?”

“Yes.”

“I’m telling you, I didn’t mean to let you walk backward off that pier!”

“And I don’t believe you!”

He huffs out a breath from behind you, making you laugh.

“Stop walking.”

You do, and he removes his hands from your eyes. The first thing you see is the pond. Obviously. It’s kind of a large pond.

But second, you see a blanket on the grass with a little picnic basket. He’s also set a deck of Uno cards out for the two of you to play. It was the first game you two played together, and it was a full-out war.

It’s adorable, and your jaw drops at the little haven he’s created here.

“Wil.” You breathe.

“Good surprise, right?”

“Best surprise!” You exclaim, turning around and pressing a kiss to his lips.

When you pull away, he’s grinning like an idiot. That smile he gives you hasn’t changed over the year, and you love it.

“Our one-year celebration was basic, so I one-upped it. A week after, so you wouldn’t suspect anything.” He explains, leading you to the blanket. “Will you do me the honor of eating with me?”

“Of course, Wil.”

(Later, you make the mistake of throwing a duck some lettuce while you two are eating. They descend upon you, chasing the both of you out. It’s still the best picnic you’ve ever had.)

[cawthorntales]

This is a temp pic of him for this post until I can do a better one. Story intro and info to send your sim is all below this.

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Producer: Ready when you are Johnny.

*Johnny deeply sighs.

Johnny: Hi my name is Johnny Zest. I’m twenty nine years old and a recent resident of Moonwood Mills moving here nine years ago from Oasis Springs. I didn’t want to bring up much from my past in this tape, but was advised that I had too for transparency sake.

I’m a member of the Landgraab family. I know what you’re thinking and yes I do mean the extremely wealthy Landgraab family. However they disowned me a long time ago so if you’re planning to enter this hoping for a way into their circle. You’re out of luck I am afraid.

Why am I doing a bachelor challenger? Among other reasons, I’ve been unlucky in the love department. When I was younger I used to chase the fairy tale idea of love. The type of love we see in books, movies, tv shows, etc. I thought my prince charming would sweep me off my feet.

However I’m older now and know that fairy tales are just that. Tales.  I know now my prince charming isn’t out there. But I’m not looking for a perfect flawless prince anymore. I’ve not been in front of a camera since I moved here as shortly after doing so I had a life changing incident that took some time to recover from. But I am better now and looking to give this a chance. I look forward to hearing from you.

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Contestants must be male.

Contestants must have a picture.

Contestants doesn't have to have a bio. Just need a name, age and why they are entering the BC. If you do want to do a bio you can.

Contestants must have at least one “negative” trait. The trait can be any of your choosing.

I own Werewolves and Cats and Dogs so please stick to those packs only.

CC is fine. Just no skin defaults or eye defaults and please don’t go overboard.

In a private message tell me your guys motive for doing the bc. Is he doing it for fame? Is he doing it for love? Is he doing it hoping to get his hands on money? Note your answer will not affect outcomes in anyway. It is just to help me write characters and build the world around this.

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[bleachbleachbleach]

Could regular souls in Soul Society turn into hollows? Like I know most souls get their memories erased when they arrive through Konso but they could still either carry some memories like the Fullbringers did or they get new regrets that lead them to become Hollows?

ippoddity: When regular souls arrive in Soul Society, it’s because either 1) they died and were ready to move on from the Living World so they were transported to Soul Society, or 2) a shinigami konsou’d them and the process of konsou cleanses a soul of their sins, so they get to go to Soul Society. This means that I think just about all souls get to start with a blank slate. I believe there’s a Klub question that Kubo answered at one point, where he said that souls lose the memories of the Living World life over time. All of which is to say, I don’t think any souls are carrying over memories or regrets from past lives. However, the prospect that a soul might get new regrets during their time in Soul Society is a very intriguing notion. 

Hollows are the souls of deceased humans who have lost their heart due to regret/despair, or some kind of unfulfilled business. So the two things we need to make a Hollow are (deceased) human soul + loss of heart.

We know that souls in Soul Society have “hearts.” They can feel regret and guilt. Hisana feels immense regret over abandoning baby Rukia. As far as we know, Hisana didn’t turn into a hollow, but maybe that’s because she trusted Byakuya to do the right thing, so she was able to come to terms with her regret before death. Perhaps if a soul acquires regrets in Soul Society, they aren’t able to “die” until they come to terms with it anyway, so if they can’t die in the afterlife with regret, they can’t turn into a Hollow.

For the other part of the equation, we need to start with a “human soul.” And I’m not entirely sure if a soul is still considered a “human soul” by the time it arrives in Soul Society? Early Bleach tells us that human souls (pluses) and Hollows are opposites, while Shinigami and Quincy are opposites. But I don’t know if the souls in Soul Society are ever referred to as “pluses” by anyone. So maybe they’re just (generic) Souls at that point, and aren’t even the right kind of “stuff” that gets turned into a Hollow.

Or perhaps anything that happens in Soul Society stays in Soul Society. It’s like the neutral zone, so even acts of extreme evil/violence or loss of heart don’t get measured into a soul. Those souls have to be pumped back out into the Living World anyway, so it’s more like a stasis, and the mechanism for turning into a Hollow gets turned off. 

I guess after all this, I must conclude that I don’t think a soul in Soul Society can turn into a Hollow, however, I would really like it if they could?? It’s such a juicy premise to play around with. I’d love to hear anyone else’s thoughts!

whipplefilter: I hadn't considered it, but I'm also intrigued by the prospect! Kaien is a shinigami rather than a Rukongai soul, sure, but his soul ended up fused with a Hollow. I wonder if the energy required to move a Rukongai soul into a frenzied/Hollowfication-vulnerable state is greater, so is perceived as being less of an issue than lost souls in the Living World. (Which might explain why the Gotei mostly seems to think of souls in Rukongai as data points--part of a stoichiometric equation--moreso than as meaningful entities at the individual level, which seems mostly reserved for human ghosts. Though I don't then know where this would slot in with the process of becoming a shinigami/cultivating the reiryoku level of a shinigami. Maybe that's a different set of existential math equations entirely, though? and unrelated to the energetic potentials/baselines of konpaku in the Living World vs. in Soul Society.) The conversation probably ends up slippery-sloping its way into Aizen's Hollowfication experiments at some point, but WE'LL STOP HERE TONIGHT.

[darling-i-read-it]

Rings

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.2k 

Warnings: smut. Smut. 

Author’s Note: i seriously SUCK at writing smut i am so sorry but i couldn’t pass up this idea because it made me feel some type of way <3 

Requested: by anon, hiii i hope you're doing well! i have a request. after the hellfire club defeats vecna in d&d, i noticed eddie doesn't leave with the rest of the party, instead he stays behind probably to finish cleaning everything up in the room and stuff but i was thinking hey this would make a GREAT fic about how reader stays behind as well and yano... :-)

Summary: the request 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

No one would have noticed how boring the actual room was. It was actually just a smaller classroom, one that different clubs could reserve for different slots of time. 

There were four slots. 

Usually it was 2:30-3:30, 4-5, 5:30-6:30 and then 7-8 before the doors were officially locked for the night. Hawkins High didn’t have that many options for rooms to use. Some days it was the film club followed by the spanish club etc etc. 

When Eddie wanted to reserve a room he just wrote ‘Eddie Munson’ four times for an entire day. That was usually how long the campaigns lasted anyway. They had actually given Eddie a key because they got so tired of having to kick him out at 8. 

It was 8:15 when the campaign actually ended for the night. Mike and Dustin looked like they had taken actual physical hits. It had been a rough one. 

“I told you to just back off,” Eddie said, smirking, raising one hand to wipe off nonexistent dust. 

“And why should we listen to you?” Lucas asked, rolling his eyes. “You’re the one trying to kill us in the first place.” 

“I never said I was trying to kill you,” Eddie said, scoffing. You leaned back in your chair, smiling brightly. It was always fun. These were the highlights of your month most of the time. Eddie made it so immersive that you couldn’t help but look forward to it. 

“We’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Mike said, running a hand through his hair. They all had their backpacks slung over their shoulders, ready to return back to their humble homes. 

“You coming?” Dustin asked, holding the door open. You shook your head. 

“Gonna help Eds clean up,” you said. “Get home safe you guys.” 

Dustin looked between you, sitting and Eddie, standing. He squinted a bit, trying to decide what he thought was going to happen. You and Eddie had been flirting with each other for weeks now. He cleared his throat and nodded slowly. 

“Okay…see you later.” 

The door shut behind the other guys and clicked. The room was a mess. Eddie usually got here right when school ended. He always brought things in in the morning and thought about it the whole day, getting geared up for a real fight. Then he decorated the whole room just to take it down later that night like he was never there. It’s a transformation you would never quite get used to. 

“You know I can do this by myself right,” he said, grabbing his folder full of things off the table. 

“I know you can. I just always feel bad leaving you by yourself. It’s scary here at night,” you teased, standing up. He smiled brightly, rolling his eyes. 

“I’m a big boy.”

“Prove it.” 

“Tsk tsk, I knew you had ulterior motives.” 

“How dare you accuse me of that? You know I just like to be helpful, Eds.” He was walking towards you. You slid off your chair and onto the table where plenty of papers and things were strewn about. 

Eddie put his hand on your knee. You could feel his cool rings on through your pants as he spread your legs open so he could stand between them. He used his other hand to hold your cheek. 

“Sometimes I swear you put those rings on so I get hypothermia,” you whispered, breathlessly, trying to tease him but failing. He took your breath away when he was this close, his lips slightly upturned. He knew he had you right where he wanted you. 

You and Eddie had been secretly dating for a couple weeks. 

You could let Dustin and company know in a good time.

“They’re not that cold.” He tilted his head. “Unless they’re inside you.” 

“Eds…”

He kissed you, lips molding together. You felt him moving against you, desperately trying to be as close to you as possible. You wanted to kiss him harder but you knew that wasn’t possible. He was clawing at your clothes already and you both knew this had to be quick. Security guards would likely come and make sure you were gone at 9 if the doors weren’t locked. To make things easier you scooted back onto the table and laid down, pulling him down with you. His ripped jeans were loose around his waist already. 

Eddie was grabbing at the hem of your shirt. 

“Are you wearing my shirt?” he muttered against your lips. 

“Mhm.” 

“Sexy.”

He took it off you. You would have crumpled papers in your hair at the end of this but he was worth it. You grabbed his belt so he could shimmy down his pants. He was kissing your neck, hungrily clawing at your own pants. 

“You ready?” he whispered. 

“Very very ready,” you muttered back to him. He smiled, kissing you as he pushed himself inside of you. He usually liked to draw everything out, really getting you wet before he got inside but you two still needed to clean up after all. 

He didn’t even start slow. You gripped his back, breathing heavily, head tilted back. Eddie licked from your chest to your chin and then forced you to look at him.

“Eddie,” you whispered. 

“Hm?”

“Eddie.” 

“Yeah sweetheart,” he said, voice low and gravely. He was thrusting but holding your hips, the coolness of his rings contracting the sweat radiating off his body. “You gonna cum for me?” he whispered cooly into your ear. 

“Mhm,” you moaned. He smiled. 

“Good. Good girl.” 

You arched your back, feeling the heat in your chest bubble. You gripped his back, digging into his skin, your hands under his shirt. 

You smiled drearily as he pulled out of you, finishing off on your bare stomach. You breathed out heavily, smiling. He helped you sit up but stayed between your legs, kissing your lips with the taste of his passion on his lips. 

“We should clean up,” he muttered. 

“Ha. You got towels Eds?”

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[lilyliveredlittlerichboy]

anyway shoutout to ocado for having sooooooooooo many features that make grocery shopping easier for the permanently distracted and hating grocey shopping autistic adhder. i can choose which products to add to my cart automatically each week. i can make multiple different shopping lists for different needs. there are soooooooooo many dietary filters. now i learned you can also ask them to reserve the same delivery slot each week oh my GOD i almost forgot to book our shop this week due to stress and distraction (stresstraction) so this feature would probably actually really help in ensuring we have food in the house that we can eat. its more pricey than getting all ur basics from lidl and asda but its paying the adhd tax upfront cus i actually have more energy now from not having to fit my life around when do i need to drive to the shops next. i have more of an incentive to eat fresh fruit and veg and integrate them into our routine cus i know i have another packet of berries coming next week. they also take plastic bags and give you 10p off for every bag you give them which is SO USEFUL in not getting your place cluttered with tons of bags. and their selection is ridiculous. a lil overhwleming at first cus sooooo many things decision paralysis but with my partners help we got it set up really nicely now and it just solves soooo many groceryshop related problems for us. easily the most accessible online grocery shop experience

[iknow-thisisallinmyhead]

The Holiday Lie | December 20th

How about some anxiety, obliviousness, and christmas magic! - 14k - read on ao3

It’s the ungodly pressure in my bladder that wakes me.

Everything’s bright, far brighter than I’m used to this early. Rays of light are dancing across my face, blinding me. I squint against it, shutting out the unfamiliar room. I’m too cozy to bother moving, bladder be damned.

The previous day comes back in flashes; the flights, my family, the huge lie I asked Eddie and Chris to tell. Guilt floods me as I think about the upcoming week and the way the lies are just gonna get bigger and more uncomfortable. Why did I have to drag Eddie into this dumb plot? Eddie, who always tells me yes, who always has my back, who always wants me around. At least I think he does. Most of the time.

The bed shifts, jostling me. My eyes fly open just as I realize the weight against my chest must be Eddie. He’s soft and warm and snoring quietly, thick brown hairs tickling my nose. He’s got a hand shoved under my shirt, fingers curling around my waist, and a heavy leg thrown over mine, pinning me in place. He fits against me like a puzzle piece, limbs slotting together like they’ve done it before.

But we’ve never done anything like this, always keeping a line, thin though it is, between platonic touches and this. This- this- this snuggling. I feel myself blush as the word rolls through my mind. Snuggling. Is this even okay? I’m already asking him for so much, what if he wakes up and gets uncomfortable? He really didn’t seem okay after we found out the reservation was messed up and he certainly didn’t seem like he wanted to share a bed with me. What if this is what tips the scales and I finally lose him for good? What if this whole stupid week becomes something that we can never come back from? I couldn’t have just offered to sleep on the floor? Eddie probably would prefer that and he deserves the bed anyway because of what I’m asking him to do. 

I’m spiraling enough that I resolve to ask Josh for some more blankets. I'll just set up a nest on the floor for the rest of the week. Our friendship is too important to lose. The carpet is plush anyway, it won’t be too harsh on my back.

My thoughts drift back to the bed, to Eddie; peaceful, beautiful, untouchable Eddie, sleeping in my arms. He’s pressed against me from chest to knees, breath rolling over my neck. Every inch of contact makes me feel like I’m on fire, scorching and sizzling across my skin.

I never let myself think about this; the touch, the comfort, the intimacy of waking up with my best friend in my arms. Years ago, when I first realized that maybe my feelings for the brunet weren't quite so platonic, I worked very hard to shut them down, pushing and shoving and kicking everything I felt so far away from my conscious thought until they faded entirely. I would rather have Eddie as my friend than risk the chance he and Chris would wash their hands of me forever.

Eventually, the pressure of my bladder is too much. Sighing, I begin the process of extracting myself from Eddie’s grip. I’d hate waking him up when he looks this peaceful. With a few minutes of complex maneuvering, I manage to free myself. Unfortunately, this means tumbling from the bed head first and whacking my hand against the leg of the nightstand. A knuckle pops in the worst way, causing a curse to fall from my lips, breaking the quiet of the room.

I climb to my feet, pausing to look down at the other man. My shout doesn’t seem to have disturbed him; he’s still asleep, sighing as he curls further onto my side of the bed. There’s a crease in his forehead that wasn’t there before, like he misses my warmth already. Seeing him like this, wrinkled and flushed in the early morning light, has my breath catching, has a gentle fluttering tickling my chest. Absently, I rub at my sternum until the feeling fades.

The bathroom is cold, tile freezing against my thin socks. I don’t bother with the light, quickly relieving myself and washing my hands. It only takes a couple minutes, but when I get back to the bedroom Eddie’s already sitting up in the bed and looking at his phone. His hair is sticking up in a million different directions and there’s already a frown marring the serene face I was just admiring. The sight fills me with an impulse to kick whatever’s causing it. To make sure Eddie never frowns again. I sigh internally. It’s not the first time I’ve felt the need to rush to Eddie’s aid; I realized long ago that I would do anything for him. 

“What’s up?” I ask, crossing the room to where I left my phone on the window bench. 

Eddie yawns before replying, stretching his arms up over his head. 

I catch a peek of tanned skin as his shirt rises a little with the motion and quickly avert my eyes back to my task. The phone isn't sitting on the bench, but I think I remember slipping it back into my bag before I changed last night. 

Eddie’s voice is gravelly, still waking up.“There might be a big snowstorm this week.” 

I find my phone just as it buzzes, a text from Maddie coming in. “Why the frown? That just means we’ll get a white Christmas.” I grin over at him to see he’s already looking back with a small smile on his face. His eyes are all squinty and he’s got an indent along his cheek from the way he was sleeping. My chest flutters again at the sight. I drop my eyes back to my phone, pulling up the message from my sister to distract me from the way Eddie looks just after waking. It’s nothing I haven’t witnessed before. There have been many nights spent on Eddie’s couch, many mornings that started with a bleary eyed brunet glaring down at me with a cup of coffee in hand. 

Eddie grumbles under his breath, but I’m too absorbed by Maddie’s message to ask him to repeat himself. It’s a video of a breakfast table across town: Chris and Jee are sitting together, each with a stack of pancakes in front of them. Chris is telling the girl something, his voice too low to be picked up by the camera's microphone. Jee tosses her head back in uncontrollable laughter, milk spraying out of her nose and only making her laugh harder. Chris joins in too, his toothy grin popping out fully for the first time I’ve seen in a while. I can’t fight my own grin that pulls my lips up as I listen to the cackles. 

When I look back towards the bed, Eddie drops his phone looking faintly embarrassed. He ignores the quirk of my eyebrows, tossing the quilt off. “We should get dressed.”  Rolling out of bed, he heads over to the closet door to rifle through his clothes. 

I send Maddie a reply of emojis before digging through my duffle. Pulling out a light pink sweater and a clean pair of jeans, I get to my feet. “I’m gonna take a quick shower. Do you need to use the bathroom first?”

He looks over his shoulder, arms still reaching up to his clothes on the shelf above him. “I can wait, but I need to take one too.”

I nod, rooting around in my bag to grab fresh underwear and socks before heading off to the en suite.

[alstroemeriadissonance]

hellooo i rly enojoyed seeing your thoughts on vyn's personal ssr (sickly one) and i was wondering if youve read chp 3 of his personal story? if so, what are your thoughts on it :00

Vyn's Personal Story Chapter 3? Otherwise known as Vyn's Friendzone Boogaloo?

Vyn getting hit with multiple instances of "he's just my friend!" "you're my close friend!" is really hilarious but really who was even surprised at this point? Vyn's chosen method to break through Rosa's reservations towards him was going through the "Lets be close friends" routine. And he did this several times himself, too.

He sure dug his grave lol. But, to be fair, all things considered that was probably the only way he could get closer to her. Otherwise Rosa would just automatically filter out his overtures as wishful thinking on her part because he just appears to be too good for her.

Way to go for being too perfect, Dr. Sexy.

More serious, spoilery stuff under the cut!

This chapter the best to date imo (barring romance-wise, most probably) because it touches on Vyn's hottest topic: his being a red flag.

Let's admit it: he does check all the tick boxes of potentially doing a 180 in terms of allegiances. But him being one of the main LIs in an otome game makes that as likely as, say, Luke having a 3-year shelf life.

Improbable, but not impossible.

The first few parts of Chapter 3 were bits of exemplary writing: they did a good job of inserting that little bit of doubt of 'what if Vyn is really the bad guy?'

Now, that effect may be diminished for Global players because we have the privilege of knowing what happens in Tears of Themis for the next months or so, given that we're behind CN by a year...

But put yourself in CN player's shoes back when Ch 3 was first released, not knowing about what happens in the Anniversary, or that there would be Vyn cards where he and Rosa are a couple, etc...seeing how Vyn slots in quite perfectly in the perpetrator's profile. It's enough to plant that small seed of doubt of "what if?" and simply entertaining that possibility of Vyn being the perp can throw someone into a loop (for Vyn stans) or completely turn them off (for non Vyn stans).

Not to mention how Vyn effortlessly used PUA techniques on Rosa last Chapter 2 to make a point, as an example.

In any case, fact is Vyn has the capacity to be a bad guy...if he wants to. The clause "if he wants to" is very important--will talk about that in a bit.

We already know how morally grey/neutral Vyn can be by the end of Near and Far, if it serves his goals (goal in this case being prompt, unobstructed justice...just in his own terms).

I wouldn't even touch on False Tears, that hot potato of a card, since a lot of Vyn stans like to wave off his capacity for manipulation, totally neglecting his dictaphone monologue by the end of that card.

Anyway...

IMO, Wesley Dunn was actually correct when he said that he and Vyn are the same. Objectively the same.

Yes, I know that's a hot take, but bear with me.

Barring specifics, both have the same background (we already know just how special Vyn's is, but that doesn't negate the fact that they were both moving in privileged, oppressive circles during their youth), same skills, same level of charisma.

But one thing spells out the difference in how they turned out. This is where I come back to Vyn having the capacity to be a bad guy if he wants to.

See, the difference between him and Wesley are the choices they made; how they used their life experiences and skills. Wesley, we finally learn, used his skills primarily to take revenge at those he deemed wronged him, and he eventually went off the deep end and started harming innocent people to get his jollies. He didn't need to, really, and he didn't do harm directly--he just taught others how--but cause harm he did, lashing out as a way to distract himself from the cold, hard fact that he pushed the only person he loved to suicide.

Now, Vyn. He used his talents to dig himself out of the gilded, fancy hellhole he came from, made himself a totally new persona (and possibly naming himself after his favorite thing, natch), carved a new life with a fulfilling career and devoted following. This is all aside from the fact that he is also devoting much of his effort towards NXX and finding a cure for it.

His choices are never mutually exclusive to the fact that he possesses the very same qualities that enabled Wesley's depravities; we just know that Vyn chose not to go that path. Now, what he did in the ending of Near and Far may be toeing the the line a little bit, BUT let's give our favorite fucked up little man the benefit of the doubt and believe that he believes he did it for the good of everyone involved.

Whew. I sure said some words.

That said...might as well say my hot take about Dr. Sexy: Vyn can be a red flag. Vyn can be sus. But imo that's not a bad thing, really. Because I trust that whatever Vyn does, he truly believes its for the good of everyone involved, somehow. No matter how his choices appear.

I have that much faith in his writers (Hoyo writers), at least.

uggghg sorry for blathering so much. My brain-to-keeb diarrhea is such when it comes to Dr. Sexy. Thanks so much for this ask!!!!!!

[system-of-a-feather]

(CW brief cannibalism joke)

So recent talk in the system has been that Chunn's really genuinely kind of over his stuck points and feels being around is pointlessly redundant and taking up space (or in less I - XIV - guess disparaging phrasing, he feels he's hit a wall on his personal development as a seperate part and doesn't see much work he has left; only when writing that out did I realize Chunn still uses self depricating language like Data used to but hes genuinely not self-hating internally) and has flagged an active interest to fuse

And so the two large candidates are me and Lin due to our synergies; generally we disagree with him and Lin for the same reason Riku and I don't fuse; their dichotomous energies need to currently stay seperate to reach a positive middle ground rather than a crash wreck of one

So in all actuality its probably best for me to eat him for dinner, and I am open to it, but I don't think I am currently grounded in our life rhythm to feel comfortable doing that atm so I respond with a "Closed for Maintence" sign on XIV's Butchery (I don't actually have one, its a genuine metaphor cause I dont fuse with alters, a cannibalize them with consent and thats a factual reality this system accepts /hj) and leave him in the queue for when I am back in my rhythm of things now that things with Lin and a new direction have been mobilized

But the thing with planning fusions that I find a bit unproductive but hard to avoid is thinking too much about the potential resulting fusion and doing that has me having reservations

Either way, I don't think it'd be as much of an issue once I am more out of my head again cause I've literally been mainly co-con for the past two or three weeks and while that's fine, it's very easy to loose sight of my life principles when Im not directly engaged in said life and it screws with my judgement

Anyways I think we are gonna initiate "Aight lets get XIV back on the field" which is proven to work and once we do that we can talk a out fusion but like damn

Unfortunate thing is, if Im slotted to eat Chunn, Ill probably have to go back to work (at least part time to support Lin if he needs a break) which is so

[miloscat]

[Review] Starlink: Battle for Atlas (NS)

An Ubisoft open world... in space! Also Star Fox is there!

Lylat Wars is one of my childhood favs, so I'll play anything if they put Star Fox in it. It just so happens that the Switch version of this open world toys-to-life game included a bunch of Star Fox side content as an extra, so here we are. Now it's taken me a few years to recover from Star Fox Zero, but the characters are handled very well here, enough for me to open my heart to them again.

At the very tail end of the Skylanders/Lego Dimensions/Disney Infinity craze, when shops were cutting back on the shelf space they had reserved for plastic figure after plastic figure of dubious usefulness, Ubisoft decided to launch their own entry in this space... for some reason. This being a customisable space ship game, their implementation involves large ship models that attach to a controller mount. The ships then have slots where different weapons and pilots can be attached, and each component can be swapped on the fly depending on the situation. In practice this is clunky and cumbersome, but luckily the physical models are entirely optional. Instead you can buy the components digitally and switch them around in a menu, and I was pleased to score a version off the eShop that included all wave 1 components at a good discount.

Locking weapons that have situational usefulness, or suit your playstyle, behind a purchase feels a bit scummy; especially when I stuck to just four of the 27 available (double gatlings and double missile volleys). Ships are helpful to have a handful of, as they essentially act as extra lives. The pilots are more understandable as optional DLC, but you do need ones from certain factions to unlock global upgrades and I think questlines. So there's a big FOMO component that feels exploitative, but it does make extra purchases feel helpful in-game. Beyond the "digital deluxe" set I also got the Star Fox team pack that adds Falco, Slippy, and Peppy to the base game's Fox (plus a new questline), and the monkey-like pilot Startail because she looked cool... sadly she had an annoying voice (she's not alone), but I still used her and Falco for most of the game thanks to their abilities.

But how does Starlink actually play? Funnily enough it feels a lot like a follow-up to Star Fox 2, Argonaut's SNES sequel that Nintendo cancelled then finally released 22 years later. You have a big star system map with various planets, where the baddies spread to over time. Strategy elements are present but light, where most of the progress comes from the player's direct action. Most of your time is spent ranging over planet surfaces, doing tasks and activities that get you resources and push back the army of robots. These build towards climactic battles with space battleships which you fly inside to destroy (again, very like Star Fox 2). Then follows much rinsing and repeating: this is an open world game, after all.

On the surfaces your ship becomes a sort of hover-speeder. I had more fun with the planet-bound sections than the space stuff, mainly because there's a much greater density of things to do there, and movement and combat is also more manageable when it's constrained by gravity and dimensions. Special mention must be made of how almost seamless it is to transition between ground and space by simply flying up; especially impressive on the Switch which handled the whole thing remarkably well, only chugging when there was an abundance of enemies on screen. The other platforms probably have better overall performance, frame rate, etc., but Star Fox is the winning draw (the other platforms don't have any equivalent extra content of this sort either).

Anyway, in the first few hours you'll get an idea of the loop: zipping around, building up outposts to get map information and resources, and fighting enemies to capture points of interest. All of this builds up a planetwide meter that represents your control vs. the evil alien robot whatevers. I settled into this groove and found it quite fun, never getting too bored of it, although this may vary with your tolerance for repetition. A scant few sidequests can give you some different things to do (and let you hear more voice lines from the actors other than the very oft-repeated expositionary chatter) but a lot of the time it's the ol' open world grind.

The plot is your standard YA sci-fi stuff, not much to write home about. The main team, a set of largely unlikable human schmoes, have uplifted themselves with alien technology to help an alien buddy, and in medias res arrive in the Atlas system. There's some uncomfortably heavy colonial vibes here, as the planets are all some variety of wilderness teeming with settlers, explorers, prospectors, and bandits, and your role as outsiders is uniting these folk under your banner—ostensibly to fight some monster guy and his robot army—and make big decisions about how the system is run before presumably jetting off again after the credits roll. Hmm.

The personal stories of the characters, especially the alien friends you make in Atlas, were the highlight for me, although I feel like they aren't always introduced effectively. As both a game where characters can be spawned in any time from the start and one with some open-ended elements, developments can feel abrupt and the pacing uneven. The Star Fox team and their story is actually integrated very well, although Wolf as the antagonist of this sidestory was, I feel, acting quite out of character from what I would expect. I see him as an amoral mercenary, while here he's set up as a would-be galactic conqueror. Ah well.

Otherwise the Star Fox stuff is excellent: you get a spiffy Starlink version of the Arwing, there's some nice covers of classic music tracks, and the team chatter is top-notch (again, when it's not just open world exposition). The voice actors have mostly carried over either from their original Lylat Wars appearances in a few cases, or the recasts that have stuck since the 3DS remake, and they nail it, especially because they're not just doing weird alternate takes on a reheated script (Zero still hurts my soul so much...). The team are integrated into prerendered cutscenes and there's unique events and missions, plus having them as an addition only makes the overall roster stronger. It's not a full new Star Fox game, but it's pretty much the next best thing. My only complaint is having the characters still trapped in this Lylat Wars/Zero-era setting, continuing the writing-out of Krystal, Sauria, Panther, the Aparoids, everything that Command introduced, etc... but I guess that wasn't really Ubisoft's decision. It's better than nothing, I suppose.

Anyway, Starlink was a pretty good time. As long as you resign yourself to spending more than the normal cost of a game to get a full experience. And you don't think too hard about the themes of the setting. And you don't mind a bit of open world repetition, or the uneven weapon balance, or that obnoxious influencer kid who's on the team for some reason. But let's not focus on the negative; there's a lot to like here. It's a cool sci-fi space game that integrates planet surfaces well, the core gameplay loop is solid and satisfying, and it has a very good crossover with my favourite rail shooter series. I wouldn't get my hopes up for a sequel though, as the retail toys underperformed and five years later the developer is now making Watch Dogs and Far Cry games (as if Ubisoft didn't have enough of those) or assisting on every other Ubisoft release.

[cawthorntales]

This is a temp pic of him for this post until I can do a better one. Story intro and info to send your sim is all below this.

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Producer: Ready when you are Johnny.

*Johnny deeply sighs.

Johnny: Hi my name is Johnny Zest. I’m twenty nine years old and a recent resident of Moonwood Mills moving here nine years ago from Oasis Springs. I didn’t want to bring up much from my past in this tape, but was advised that I had too for transparency sake.

I’m a member of the Landgraab family. I know what you’re thinking and yes I do mean the extremely wealthy Landgraab family. However they disowned me a long time ago so if you’re planning to enter this hoping for a way into their circle. You’re out of luck I am afraid.

Why am I doing a bachelor challenger? Among other reasons, I’ve been unlucky in the love department. When I was younger I used to chase the fairy tale idea of love. The type of love we see in books, movies, tv shows, etc. I thought my prince charming would sweep me off my feet.

However I’m older now and know that fairy tales are just that. Tales.  I know now my prince charming isn’t out there. But I’m not looking for a perfect flawless prince anymore. I’ve not been in front of a camera since I moved here as shortly after doing so I had a life changing incident that took some time to recover from. But I am better now and looking to give this a chance. I look forward to hearing from you.

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Signup info

No elimination challenges. Just reward challenges and such.

Contestants must be male.

Contestants must have a picture.

Contestants doesn't have to have a bio. Just need a name, age and why they are entering the BC. If you do want to do a bio you can.

Contestants must have at least one “negative” trait. The trait can be any of your choosing.

I own Werewolves and Cats and Dogs so please stick to those packs only.

CC is fine. Just no skin defaults or eye defaults and please don’t go overboard.

In a private message tell me your guys motive for doing the bc. Is he doing it for fame? Is he doing it for love? Is he doing it hoping to get his hands on money? Note your answer will not affect outcomes in anyway. It is just to help me write characters and build the world around this.

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