#just got sidetracked and forgot to post

[curious-blupee]

It took 3 months but I am finally finished!

[a-deed-without-a-name]

Damned Ch. 3

Here we are: Chapter Three.  Aren’t you excited?

(What do you mean, ‘why did it take so long?’  This is a book .  The speed is determined entirely by you, and it’s hardly my fault if you never made it past a second-grade reading level.  I realize we’re all about decaying sanity and snapping minds down here, but do make an effort to stay at least a wee bit tethered to reality; you’re not terribly much use to me if you don’t, which means you’re not much use at all, which means…well.  Nothing good for you.)

(And besides, have you written a book?  …Yes?  Well, that’s probably why you’re in Hell, then, isn’t it?  Shut up anyway.)

Time to answer that age-old question: what will you be when you grow up?

Keep reading - AO3

[sweetcircuits]

OC-tober Day 22: Charm

from this prompt list!

I wanted this piece to be about the things that Lucy and Delphei find charming about each other - so Delphei is charmed by Lucy's keen eye and caring heart, and Lucy is charmed by Delphei's musical skill and sweetness.

[lover-of-mine]

Fuck it Friday!

I was tagged by @prince-buck-diaz and @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy thank you!!!! Here's another snippet of the trauma fic 🫶 because it's the only doc I looked at this week aoskaoskoaksas

"Thank you," Eddie says because he doesn't know what else to say and right now, he feels like he doesn't say it enough.  "For what?" Buck asks with a chuckle. "For trying to come and get me. For actually coming and getting me." Which time? Eddie is not sure, he feels like Buck has been catching him ever since they met. He's been there even before Eddie fully allowed himself to trust someone else. Steady and caring and constant.  "Always," Buck says, voice earnest and serious all of the sudden.  And Eddie knows.  It messes with his head sometimes. He knows Buck will always come. He's proven that so many times. Eddie is sure Buck doesn't even realize just how many times he saved him. And in how many ways. All the times he did it since day one.  Maybe not day one. He doesn’t really think about the one shift Buck hated him for no apparent reason. He now knows why. Knows him enough to know that Buck was scared of being replaced and acting up. But he never thought to hold it against him. Even while it was happening it was more entertaining than anything, to watch as he tried to prove himself.  And, God, did he. 

It's past midnight here, so it's no longer Friday here so I'm not gonna tag anyone, but this is fun.

[tj-crochets]

This pattern is by CholyKnight and it comes with patterns for four different sizes of poison apples (this one is the smallest)

I tend to forget my follower count is not static and that a lot of y'all weren't here for the frantic month of monster making last year, so explanation! For pretty much the first time in my life I am living in a mostly-walkable neighborhood with a lot of kids in it, so I get a lot of trick-or-treaters on Halloween. As someone with pretty severe food allergies* I want to give kids with allergies or other food restrictions a non-food option (also I enjoy being the weird cryptid of the neighborhood) so I hand out monster plushies for Halloween! This year I am branching out a little and not just doing monsters *I always feel weird saying I have severe food allergies because I don't have the "instant anaphylaxis" kind of food allergies? But my allergies can and have landed me in the hospital more than once because they interact very badly with my heart issues, so I guess they count as severe? Not really relevant here I just always feel like there's a caveat lol

A poison apple plushie for the Halloween plushie stash!

[slapthosewilliessilly]

Got a dude feeling brainwashed

AN; You guys have been waiting so patiently and I seriously appreciate it with the shit going on in my personal life! I really hope you guys enjoy this I’ve always been a huge fan of this song and the idea of stoner!josh yearning something fucking awful lol

Blue is Josh’s thoughts!

Green is texts between Josh and whoever is specified!

I totally imagine Josh crushing on a reader who’s a bit alt tbh. Wearing horror movie shirts, has a couple piercings- loves watching movies with him.

Requests are still open! Plz give me some time to get to them

Warnings; Drug use, jealousy, lowkey internet stalking, Josh is pathetic, Josh definitely smokes cigarettes, AFAB reader, Reader in a committed relationship, Yearning!Josh, Stoner!Josh, Reader has facial piercings, Alt!Reader, cigarette smoking, Nosferatu mention because idc it’s my newest fav movie

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The room was quiet except for the sound of soft mumbled music playing from the tv speakers, paired with gentle taps on the window from the drizzle of rain outside. A faint reminder of the world around him. Josh didn’t pay any mind to it, he was preoccupied to say the least.

He was scrolling through your page again. Something he seemed to be doing more and more even though he promised himself he’d stop. It’s almost like he wanted to torture himself.

Nothing wrong with a little bit of sleuthing from time to time. He’d justify to no one but himself.

A faint smile tugging on the corners of his lips as he looked at your selfie posts, sometimes with mutual friends, more often than not by yourself. Josh’s fingers twitched slightly, he forgot he even had a lit cigarette between his fingers in his other hand. It was easy for you to get him sidetracked- even if you didn’t know it.

Even if it was just your picture popping up on his phone.

Bringing the cigarette to his lips and inhaling, exhaling the smoke through his nostrils before reaching over and putting out his cigarette in his little ashtray on his bedside table. He didn’t look away from his phone screen, focused on your instagram posts covering his screen.

He really didn’t know why he teasing himself like this- just endlessly scrolling your page and looking at your pictures that he’s already seen damn near a hundred times. His heart beating just a little faster as he came across the only picture you posted with him in it- effectively pausing his doom scrolling.

It was at some party at Mike’s house some months ago. Josh honestly couldn’t remember what it was for but he did remember how the only reason he really wanted to go was because you were there. You were smiling and laughing, dressed in something like a cute pair of jeans with a baggy Carrie shirt and an oversized flannel that was definitely Josh’s- one he was all too eager to let you borrow the moment you said you were getting cold.

The flash from the camera made your silver piercings glint in the photo. Josh was holding your phone to take the selfie, big grin on his face with his arm around your shoulders- his hand holding his red solo cup by your shoulder.

Josh remembered taking the selfie with you hoping for a million more.

Safe to say it didn’t happen.

Josh would literally never tell anyone, but he secretly took a screenshot of that selfie together and printed it out. He keeps it hidden away in his wallet, he likes to think of it as his good luck charm.

Josh’s thumb absentmindedly continued to scroll to the previous post and to the one before that, it was almost ritualistic for him. Whenever he missed you he went to your page, the feeling of comfort and warmth building in his chest as he looked at your captured moments in time.

The feeling quickly went away when the next photo appeared on his screen.

His lips absentmindedly forming a frown as he practically glared at his phone. As if he wasn’t the one to scroll down to the photo himself.

It’s not that it was a bad photo of you- no no there were no bad photos of you. Josh didn’t think it was possible for there to be a bad picture of you.

You were sat on some bathroom counter, one of Eric’s hands were placed on your waist. You were half turned around, peering over your shoulder with a big grin and tongue poking out. Your tongue piercing evident and those pretty eyes he loved were hazy red. Eric had matching red hazy eyes, holding your phone with a big toothy grin as he took the photo of you two.

Josh couldn’t help but think bitterly, a scowl carelessly forming on his face. He looked over Eric in the photo again, hyper focused on looking for any details that could help add fuel to his one sided hatred.

How could you not see what a fucking tool Eric was?

Josh hated thinking like this but he lost that fight when he pulled up your instagram page 20 minutes ago.

Dirty ass fingernails? Seriously Eric? Even Mike knows better than that dude.

At least she looks great in that pose.

Josh tried not to pay any mind to the feeling of frustration building in his thoughts before quickly scrolling away. Silently thankful that you didn’t really post anything else with Eric on your main page- mostly you just had your Eric content on Snapchat instead.

He scoffed to himself. Turning his phone off with a click and tossing it down onto some random spot on the mattress, Josh ran his hands over his face. Sighing hard through his nostrils. He felt pathetic like this, stalking your online accounts regularly- hyper attentive to anything you posted.

He needed to do something, anything to stop him from going down the rabbit hole that was you again. He did it too often anymore.

Muted buzzing from said phone made Josh immediately reach for it and unlock it quickly. The name Sweets 🍫 made his heart beat just a little faster.

Speak of the devil.

; Hey! Wanna hang out? I got two tickets to Noesferatu, if you’re busy it’s cool just let me know! ☺️☺️

Josh smiled a little. His thumbs typing a quick response before he could fully comprehend what he was about to send.

; Sounds sick lol want me to bring some 🍃 ??

; Yes plzzz 🙏🏻 that’d be perfect lol

Now he had to actually get ready.

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Getting into your car was almost surreal every time Josh did it. It was always so clean, smelled like something that was uniquely you. The dashboard sticker-bombed and graffitied on with sharpie.

“Whats goin’ on girl?” Josh asked playfully as he seated himself in the front passenger seat, quickly buckling himself in.

“Hey!” You couldn’t help but greet sweetly. He loved it. “You got the green? I already got the movie tickets.” You smiled, both hands on the wheel as you started to pull out onto the main road.

He loved moments like this. Just the two of you.

“Yeah you wanted the gummies right?” He asked.

“I was thinking we could hot box actually.”

Oh?

“Since when do you like hot boxing? I thought you preferred the gummies lately?” Josh couldn’t help but ask. Either way he always had a couple gummies wrapped up in one of his pockets and a couple spliffs in a different pocket.

You rolled your eyes, grin never leaving your features. “Eric hates hot boxing, I’ve only been refraining for him.”

Oh yeah- Eric.

“He prefers edibles but they get old after a while.”

Josh dryly chuckled. “Noted. Either way I got us covered.”

“Sick.” You replied cooly, the atmosphere between the two of you was always relaxing. Even just in the car. The only sound was the music playing on the radio quietly, that and the patter of rain paired with windshield wipers as you both cruised down the familiar road of town.

The ride wasn’t a super long one, parking more towards the back of the movie theater parking lot. Somewhat of a packed night then. You unbuckled your seatbelt, turning to face Josh and in turn he did the same. Pulling the spliffs out of his pocket and handing you the first one. He always made sure you got to smoke first.

Josh spoiled you like that.

“Smells good.” You commented before reaching into your pocket and grabbing your lighter. Some old one with pac-man on it that Chris left in your car forever ago.

“I only have the good stuff.” Josh joked weakly, bringing the other spliff to his lips and holding it there, crumbling up the bag he had them in and shoving it in his pocket.

“C’mere.” The way you spoke held a special reserve of sweetness, one that Josh knew you only really used on Eric.

Josh almost did a double take when you said that, he hoped the faint flush on his cheeks wasn’t too noticeable. It felt so good to hear you use that tone with him.

Josh nodded before leaning closer to you, slightly hesitant when he noticed you leaning in closer as well. His air half way caught in his throat when the ends of your spliff touched his, your hand flicking the lighter and lighting both of them at the same time. You were so close.

Josh’s eyes couldn’t help but be focused on your face. Your features basked in the warm orange glow of the lighter flame between the both of you. What he would give for a photo of you like this, with this lighting, in his wallet.

Just for him.

You pulled back once both were lit up properly, taking a deep inhale before moving the spliff away from your lips. Exhaling the smoke through your lips, Josh was quick to follow suit.

“Not that I mind it just being you and me but I gotta ask-“ Josh started to speak, fiddling with the rolled slightly burning tube between his fingers. “I thought you were gonna watch the movie with Eric.” Josh said, his eyes giving you a sideways glance. Hoping that his curiosity wasn’t too much. “What made you want to go with me instead?” Josh asked almost a little too quickly, bringing the spliff back up to his lips and quickly inhaling.

You pursed your lips, taking a slow drag before flicking the ashes into the ashtray that seemed to be glued to your cup holder.

“Honestly he’s been pissing me off a little bit lately.” You answered genuinely. Josh’s eyebrow twitched.

“How so?” He asked. His voice almost mellow sounding.

You shrugged. “It’s just that like- ugh.” Your tone sounding a little more frustrated before leaning your head back against the drivers seat. “I don’t know man. Just seems like every time I want to go out and do something with him he’s just not that interested anymore unless we’re going out to eat or we are going to a store we’ve been to a hundred times before.” You admitted, glancing at Josh once more.

“Sorry. There’s more to it and I don’t want to waste our time bitching ya know? Just frustrated.” You tried to laugh it off, Josh’s hand absentmindedly reaching forward and touching the middle of your back. Rubbing soothing circles.

“It’s okay.” He spoke, tone sweeter than before. “You could never waste my time- you know that.” Josh reassured with a small smile.

You nodded almost meekly, “Thank you.”

Silence settled between the two of you again, smoking the rest of what you each had and your car filling with the smoke. Evidence of what you two were doing.

Josh never moved his hand. His large hand was stilled, no longer making slow circular movements to soothe you but instead it was now resting on the small of your back. He didn’t want to chance moving in case you remembered exactly where his hand was.

Until Eric came along you two were always pretty physically affectionate. Josh would never admit it out loud but god he missed it so bad. Chris however never failed to give him a hard time when the two of them were alone and you were brought up in conversation.

It wasn’t until you put out your roach in the ashtray did Josh realize how little of his own he had left. Cracking the window open so the two of you could fully breathe again, Josh quickly put the rest of his out as well.

“Ready to go?”

Josh nodded in response to your question, despite his soft expression he begrudgingly moving his hand away from your back.

“Let’s go.”

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AN; I REALLY HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED! I threw my whole puss into this bruh 😭 depending on how good this goes I WILL make a part two! Please don’t hesitate to let me know what you guys think! Thank you again so much for your patience 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[steviewashere]

To Be So Mundane

Rating: General CW: Brief mention of Covid-19 (as this is set in 2021) Tags: Post-Canon, Post Vecna, Future Fic, Set in 2021, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Older Steddie, Domestic Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Teacher Steve Harrington, The Intimacy in a Bowl of Soup, Emotional Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Soft Eddie Munson, Soft Steve Harrington

Thought about finishing up the fourth chapter of my merman Steve fic. And then I got sidetracked, so here's this. Also, I don't know where they live or what Eddie does for work (maybe mechanic, if you feel so inclined to imagine him that way). Pick your flavor <3

🥣—————🥣 At the end of the day, Steve realizes it’s not the horror he’s experienced that will linger. Sure, they persist and he is frightened and he shakes sweating from it all. But when he comes home, exhausted to his core and sluggish to the soles of his feet, it’ll never be the agony he finds in his kitchen. It’s the warmth.

The sweet musk of vanilla bourbon candles bought from the home aisle of the neighborhood Walmart. A singular orange bulb in a second-hand floor lamp, tucked cozy by the couch, in the corner between the back door and the right armrest. Bookshelves of knick knacks and framed photos from 2003—when he finally tried the college route and graduated. The sprawl of mini-figure painting equipment on the coffee table: half-open paint jars that he closes up tight, still drying clean paint brushes, paper towels and yellowed newspaper, and magnifying goggles.

It’s to music. Soft crooning through the—now considered ancient—record player from 1988. Sometimes Jim Croce. Sometimes John Prine. Sometimes the goddess, Dolly Parton. Something familiar and nearly worn out from playing the records over and over and over. Tonight, it’s Jim. It’s coming back to the floating husking rasp of Eddie Munson’s fifty-five year old voice, not all that great but always sweet from by the stovetop.

To where Steve migrates, shoeless and briefcase free and his teacher’s badge hung up. Where soup simmers on the low heat—smelling of paprika and roasted carrots and chicken bouillon. The oven heating up a loaf of French bread, basted in garlic butter, sprinkled with shredded mozzarella cheese. Where Eddie stands, stirring and singing—his now silver hair pulled up into a bun, dressed down in a plain white t-shirt and black sweatpants, and his scruff not shaved—he must’ve had a lazy day. Steve wraps his arms around Eddie’s waist, his body warm and his tummy a little pudgier. Eddie hums, reaching down with a free hand to cover the back of Steve’s, squeezing. And Steve’ll never be used to their wedding rings clinking together.

“Long day?” Eddie murmurs low.

Steve grunts. Digs his chin into Eddie’s left shoulder. His glasses going crooked from the angle. Peers down at the bubbling pot of dinner. “Kids kept threatening to take their masks off. Nearly started a coughing fight,” he answers at the same volume. He sighs, long and genuine. “They’ve officially turned Covid-19 into classroom warfare. Whatever happened to spitballs and globs of food?”

Eddie chuckles deep in his chest. “Don’t give ‘em ideas, Stevie.” He smiles softly down at his cooking, dimples deep and smile lines deeper. Steve kisses under his left ear just because. Because he can. Because this is what the world is when it doesn’t end, thank god. The soup is stirred slowly for a few more beats. He scoops up a spoonful in their beat up ladle. It’s got a few char scars from when they first learned to cook meals for one another—Steve believes it’s from the time he forgot to turn off the stovetop when making macaroni and cheese. Lesson learned.

“Here, taste this for me, baby?” Eddie gently requests, holding the ladle to Steve’s face over his shoulder. Hand cupping the underside. Face turned slightly to try and make eye contact, he’ll give himself a knot if he does it too long. Steve knows, having given many massages over the last decade.

He leans forward slightly, accepting the soup as Eddie tilts the ladle. Makes an obnoxious slurp that Eddie snorts at. Smacks his lips and hums. “Ooo, that’s good,” Steve mutters close to Eddie’s ear. “Got a little kick to it. You put a little bit of that new chili oil?”

“Mm and chili flakes,” Eddie hums. “Thought it would pair nicely. Remember that chicken I began marinating last night?”

“The chicken you told me I couldn’t make for my lunch today?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, turning back to the soup pot, shutting the burner off. “I told you not to take it all,” he points out with pleasant tease. “Because you’ll do that if I don’t stop you. And then you come home and complain that your stomach hurts because you ate too much. And then I have to put you on bed rest for the night.”

“I’m not that bad—“

“Anyway,” Eddie cuts in. “I marinated it in this ginger, coconut sauce that I saw a few nights ago on uh…What’s that app that Robin’s always sending videos from?”

“The…The TickTick app?” Steve guesses.

Eddie snaps his fingers together. “Yeah! That app!” He exclaims softly. (They’ll learn later it’s definitely not that, but it doesn’t matter.) He shrugs Steve off to grab the bread from the oven. Steve just moves around to their bar countertop, not a complaint on his tongue. Eddie continues, “I also added a little bit of coconut milk to the base broth. So, hopefully, this’ll be good. With the leftovers, I was thinking you could make your cauliflower rice for lunch and put the soup on top? Only if it’s good, though. If this sucks, I’ll pay for pizza tonight.”

Steve laughs from his belly. “If you do, make sure to get the gluten free crust. Stupid stomach has been acting up again,” he says softly.

Standing up, Eddie hisses. “You’re lucky that the bakery section at the grocery store only had gluten free baguettes then,” he teases gently once more. He sets the finished bread on the countertop, grabs the bottle of chili oil from by the pot of soup, and drizzles it lightly overtop the cheesy, garlic goodness. When he finally dishes up their dinner, he settles next to Steve at the counter. Bowls and small plates of bread in front of them. Glasses of crappy Barefoot red wine, because this is what they can afford—and it doesn't really suck, not when it's served thoughtfully like it is tonight.

“Thank you, baby,” Steve murmurs. He leans in close to Eddie’s side, presses a chaste kiss to his cheek, and then promptly digs in.

And it’s good. Everything’s so good. Jim Croce is singing about time in a bottle. The soup is warm and fresh and homemade. Every light is a careful amber. He’s tired and happy and…complete.

Eddie’s got soup in the scruff under his lip. But Steve doesn’t say anything. Just admires the fine wrinkles and lines to his face, where they’ve begun to really deepen. Admires how his eyes are just as big and soft and expressive as they were thirty-five years ago after Vecna. Where his body is soft. His endearingly white hair.

How he’s alive.

“Hey, Eds?”

Immediately, Eddie looks onto him. Eyes wide with trepidation. The corners of his mouth pinched downward. “Is it not good? I can go get my wallet if it’s—“

Steve lays his hand on the back of Eddie’s forearm. The right one, closest to him, where scars swamp the bats. And that says something, too, he’s sure. About how Eddie fought the bats and came out victorious anyway. His thumb runs soothingly over Eddie’s malleable, aged, warm skin. And his eyes prickle with tears—it would’ve been embarrassing if he were nineteen still, but what a wonderful thing to be alive and cry at all.

“I’m so fucking happy you’re here with me,” Steve breathes out all at once. He sighs through his mouth, a gentle sob escaping.

Eddie drops his spoon into his bowl of slowly cooling soup. And he reaches up, dislodging Steve’s hand on his arm completely, cupping his face between his hands instead. “Oh, baby,” he coos. “Baby, are you alright? Where’s this coming from?”

Steve shrugs because he doesn’t know. Not really. But it’s here. And he’s got a therapist in the aftermath of everything, and feelings deserved to be felt—so they’ve said. “I just—“ He wetly exhales, leaning into Eddie’s soft hands. “—I don’t know. It’s so fucking…I’m so happy to just be boring. To do the same mundane things every single day. To just come home.”

“Oh,” Eddie coos again. He tugs Steve closer, burying his face into his shoulder. Pets a hand through Steve’s own white hair. A hand between his shoulders. Letting him dissolve safely. “I am, too, Steve,” he states like a promise. “You have no idea how my heart just soars in the morning when I look over and you’re…God, you’re drooling all over your own forearm and snuffling deep into the pillow and your hair is all spiky and you’ve got creases all over your face from going to war with the top sheet.” Steve chuckles just as Eddie pulls him back. Hands back on his cheeks, thumbs soothing tear tracks. “You have no idea how relieved I am to look over and see you at peace, sweetheart. Every day—I don’t know how you do it—but every day you let me discover a new part of you to love.”

They smile at one another, softly, eyes shiny with tears. Their soup is going cold, but it doesn’t matter. They’ve got all the time in the world to reheat it.

“I love you,” Steve breathes, states. Just because he can.

“I love you, too,” Eddie says immediately. Because it’s that easy.

It’s easy when life is nothing more than this.

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[midnight1nk]

How crazy would it be if we got a birthday episode tomorrow? (Since canonically SMG4’s birthday is the same as Luke’s)

It would be absolutely crazy if this were the Team's plan this whole time, to make a birthday episode for 4!! I can already imagine it already. I mean, if I were to write it myself:

4 being so busy lately that he forgot about his own birthday, which is SO relatable for adulthood truly (I would know). So it would start off the usual shenanigans, but you can tell something's special about this episode. Then, for most of the episode, a few of the Crew would try to distract him/move him away from a certain area while the rest try to set up the surprise party in the Showgrounds. Distraction candidates? Well, I definitely want Mario, maybe also 3, to have the whole star trio in here!!

Anyway, as they're setting the party up, I want 4 to look back at the memories he had, how much he's done. The memes and fun adventures they went through together. And y'know me, I gotta have some angst (and a sprinkle of goop!4) into this and make it emotional. 4 would have some doubts about himself and some bad memories starting to overshadow the good silly ones. If he was a good friend. Ofc his friend would affirm that he is, how much he means to the rest of the Crew. Speaking of which, by the time they're back at the Showground, the Crew surprises 4 with the party. "You... remembered my birthday?" Ofc they did 🥹, and he was moved by that fact.

The rides from WOTFI 2024 are lit up, everyone in previous episodes is here. Throw in an FM and X cameo in the background. Now, while I would reserve this until post-IGBP 2, I would let Mario give the Best Friend Award to 4 as a present here. No matter what, they will always be besties. And you can tell 4's getting choked up from the way he said thanks. And there's one more surprise. With a button, the Ferris Wheel lights up and starts to run (for the first time) as fireworks go off to light up the night sky. Truly, a birthday to remember

.....whoops, I got sidetracked there haha. Well, that is to say, if we get that episode, I really hope for someone to pop out of 4's giant birthday cake just cuz. "Who?" idk, choose the funniest option lol

thanks for the ask, anon!

[kanmom51]

Ahm... HAPPY BIRTHDAY JK

And happy JK day Jikookers.

What a morning to wake up to!!!

You open your eyes and this is what you are hit with.

The black and white couple in BLACK & WHITE.

Happy birthday Kookie indeed.

Yes, that was JM's hashtag: Happy birthday Kookie or Kookie's birthday, depending on your translator.

I am definitley still processing.

Well JM, you have definitely out done yourself.

Better than even this:

Ok then, did I not say that JM will not disappoint us? He NEVER does!!!

And yes. JM posted it to his account. Not a story. Not something that will be deleted or go away within 24 hours.

No.

JM posted this photo of the two of them in Connecticut on his IG timeline for forevers!!! Right next to his hot boyfie's Hot 100 post.

Yes JM, we know your boyfie is Hot and he's all yours. And you have now told us all just that. You claimed him!!! He is definitley yours.

Had a hoot reading the comments, lol. Someone asking if they are together, and the answers. Many answer yes (surprising), but then, the denial some people are in. Besties. Brothers. Ok then. 🤣🤣🤣 Those calling them besties are probably same ones that ignore Jikook moments, ot7-fy them, dismiss them, but now they are besties... Well, my partner is also my bestie, so...

Good thing my timeline is curated, lol. I cannot imagine the way the fandom is imploding. I think this is kind of a good description though:

So yeah, JM did not disappoint.

And dropping it at the start of the day for all of us to go nuts for the whole day too, lol.

Now, doing that, posting so early on (may I remind you that the last couple of years he posted toward the end of the birthday or even just after the day ended?), I cannot help wonder if there is more coming for us today...

I mean, JK's live, well an 9 minute live, an all new record for him. Funny how his records are how short his lives are, lol.

What do we know so far?

JK was out to dinner with others that he was practicing with.

Took photos with fans that saw him out.

Posted for his birthday on 31.8.23 at 23:55 or 11:55 pm.

Coming home, still in same outfit as he was eating out, JK goes live for 9 minutes. A new record low (well, apart from his Mingyu live), lol. Shorter than his panty folding live.

He was a man on a mission. Coming to say hi.

Showing us the 2 aces. Army. Yep.

Doing a card trick.

Saying love ya, a term used multiple time by JM.

And diving out of there.

So, I wonder.

First of all, was there someone there already or someone he was expecting to arrive?

Same someone that posted that mind blowing pic to set the fandom on fire.

JK's live was at 00:55 am KST. Going for 9 minutes approx. JM posted at 1:33 am KST. I wonder. I wonder if they picked out that photo together, lol.

Oh, I got sidetracked, didn't I?

Because my point was meant to be: Is this all we are getting this year?

No cake? No long karaoke live? No long live period? No TikTok post from our birthday boy, who told us he is now a TikTok content creator? No Jikook live?

I mean, JM's pic, well it's a gift. But is it gift enough?

And no, I'm not being greedy here talking about a gift for us. I'm talking about a gift for JK. Because JK wants that damn live together. Giving him that live together, that would definitely be a worthy gift for his birthday!! Lol.

Just saying...

Did I mention everything I wanted to? Probably not. I'm writing this off the top of my head rushing to post, cause I need for this to be out there, like 2 hours ago, lol.

Kind of hoping that as the day goes by there will be more to talk about. Kind of counting on it, lol.

Oh wait, did I mention JK was wearing same brand as JM?

Ooh, and forgot to mention that PolyC reposted JM's post:

And last thing before I go:

I just loooooove seeing that JM, can't help myself.

Ok, so this gif does not do the JM justice. Watch the live and see just how pronounced it is!!! LOOOOOOOVE it.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KOOKIE!!!

[helluverse-rewrites]

Hi there! I just stumbled upon your cozy blog thanks to your honest post about Viv. As a writer myself, I can see she has potential and talent yet I can't help but get the vibe that she hasn't grown out of her amateur teen artist phase yet. It is indeed disappointing to see all of those amazing show ideas came from her ol' friends while she gets to earn a lot of money from it.

Basically, her shows felt like a high schooler's attempt to make an adult cartoon and messy concepts of random OCs with whatever backstory or personality she could think of in my eyes. I also agree that other people (myself included) would've wished to be in her place where we have all the money, connections and opportunity to give support to others who've helped us reach our dreams.

I wonder what her parents think when they find out she's being just as problematic as her OCs.

I doubt Viv is gonna get Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss On Ice similar to Disney because those shows don't have the same universal appeal as Mickey Mouse or any of the Disney Princesses. If there were, it'd just be her stans in the audience.

Ayyyee glad you like the blog 😎

Anyways yeah it is extremely disappointing. This show is horrible and offensive, something I legit forgot to bring up was the rape scenes that are played for laughs

Yeah with Angel it's horrible and disgusting but when it happens with Moxxie and Pentious it's funny???? The sex club was literally named Consent. Why make Husk say that line if you're just going to contradict it five minutes later?

And don't even get me started on that one scene in Unhappy Campers. You know the one, where it's revealed Barbie has been grooming a teenager and literally says "Teenagers are so easy to manipulate." because grooming minors is ha ha funny I guess

I hate Unhappy Campers for a lot of reasons.

Ruining Moxxie. I hate that he's just a punching bag for the show. The fat jokes are not funny.

Forcing in Millie's character development with no priors buildup or anything like that. No mentions of her insecurities, just bring it up suddenly because she literally wasn't important until this episode it feels like

The Barbie thing which I previously mentioned

Having Millie and Moxxie fuck in front a bunch of teenagers. Wtf I thought we were supposed to like these characters

Releasing on my birthday

Yeah Unhappy Campers released on my fifteenth birthday last year :( it couldn't have been any other episode????

Sorry anon I got a little sidetracked. Anyways, yes. You're right. Vivzie sucks

[youcouldmakealife]

If it were to get the votes on patreon/Kickstarter, are you open to writing James or Finn (or Holden? 👀) pov of any of SAIT now that COTT is fully underway? (Apologies if you have already posted other whaler!pov of SAIT and I just forgot) It feels weird to try and prompt for it without asking beforehand since I assume it would be hard to do without COTT spoilers.

I could probably swing some Finn (Logan, other Whalers) POV, but realistically I'd have trouble doing James or Holden right now without spoiling COTT and/or stepping on my own toes -- already a delicate balancing act.

Robbie not knowing anybody has significantly helped with said act, but that won't last, since Robbie Lombardi befriends people wherever he goes, and unlike with David and Jared, I cannot use 'he literally was not paying attention'.

While Robbie's just as unreliable a narrator as any, and more than some, that does not extend to not noticing social dynamics around him, and he's already bickering with Holden, and officially was won over by James being bitchy, so it's only a matter of time before the clue bat gets to him.

I got sidetracked -- Finn and other Whalers, probably possible! Holden or James -- could be possible down the line, but not right now.

[laquiet]

So... I forced my friend into watching Stranger Things (pt. 3)

Hey, I'm back! Just posting the other half of my friends reaction for s3. If you didn't see the other post, here's part 2

4. About Billy and the mindflayed)

"THIS BILLY COMES STRAIGH FROM HELL" "WHY DOESN'T HE DIE ALREADY?"

A few moments later, by the last episode:

"HE DIED?" "HE DIED😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭" "BILLY YOU DESERVED TO LIVE😭😭😭😭" "I KNOW I SAID THAT THEY HAD TO KILL YOU BUT YOU WERE ALREADY TURNING BACK TO NORMAL😭😭😭"

Furthermore, she thought the mindflayed people literally exploding into dead meat were gross.

5. She forgot Holly existed, and remembered that this season lol

When Holly noticed the trees were moving:

"Holly, the only one with coherent worries" "But really, I've never pictured Mike as an older brother. He has young sibling vibes" "Never mind I almost wrote Mike Byers instead of Mike Wheeler"

To that I replied, "Well, he really does spend more time at Will's house than his own🤡." Then she said that Mike's and Will's name is similar and that Mike Byers and Will Wheeler sounds better???? I really did not understand, but it was a funny moment.

6. She thought Hopper was alive since the very moment he "died"

I didn't have to say a word, she just saw it and thought "Hmm, guess he lived". The post credit scene just proved that for her.

"I'm gonna tell ya, now I think Hopper really didn't die"

7. Final thoughts about the season:

"Dude... First I got really mad with Mike for not genuinely apologizing to Will, I was sad that Billy really had to die, and very upset that Hopper died." "But I have this suspicion [that Hopper survived], but maybe it's just me reading into things that aren't there." "AND THEY [The Byers and El] MOVED😭😭😭😭" "And Mileven is back, right? That's sad news for me"

She loved s3, but criticized the fact that the writers didn't give Will more protagonism. In fact, she got incredulous. We discussed a lot about that, and we both agree that Will's traumas should get more addressed and he got really sidetracked after episode 3, being turned into a plot device only, it seemed.

She criticized that Mike didn't have much of a storyline besides his relationship with El (especially since his fight with will was forgotten)

She also tought El and Mike were both immature to have a healthy relationship, and got very annoyed everytime they kissed or talked lol

After all of that, we went straight into s4! So... stay tuned

You know what, I give up on making her wait. The poor girl really wants to see more about Stranger Things community here on Tumblr lol.

[swiftsaltsweet]

Yokoya Days Ch 1: Kyoshi and the Little Red Terror

Characters: Rangi and Kyoshi (RoK characters tbh)

Pairing: Rangshi (Mostly Rangi crushing and Kyo showing signs of attraction) and also showing Kyoshi's crush on Yun (as little as I can cause I'm biased~!)

Rating: T

Summary:

Ever wonder what Kyoshi, Rangi, and Yun were like before the whole Iceberg incident? How they first met? And so on? Aka, little episodic adventures of 14/15/16 year old Yokoyan Trio.

Canon compliant, end game pairings in the actual novel u_u

(note/update for this chapter: the first few paragraphs didn't copy over for some reason *sobs* I've fixed it now)

Other Sites: AO3 

A/N: “I thought you weren’t gonna post new fics” This is different. 1) I am a liar and forgot I had this, 2) I am a liar and I sit on a throne of lies, 3) I have a problem and I should seek help. I’ve been wanting to write this fic for awhile ngl TT0TT I ended up doing Two Knives before this but jfkdsajf There’s a lot of overlap with this and Two Knives ngl. (partially cause I use some of Kyoshi’s “references to the blank days” towards this jfksajf) Basically this fic involves events I think happened during the “blank period” days, aka specifically during the 2ish years Yun was first announced as the Avatar. It’s more episodic tho I’ll try to keep it roughly in chronological order so I won’t just go from year 1 to year 2 on you. That being said, I do want to start somewhere a few weeks in and then maybe jump back to their first meetings. Regardless, you should get an idea where it takes place based on the text. I mostly wanna explore Kyoshi/Rangi/Yun’s friendship, with a focus on Kyoshi/Rangi’s growing feelings for each other (but obvie no ships cause Kyoshi doesn’t realize what she’s feeling and Rangi is too chicken to say anything). Because I’m Rangshi biased uwu Kyoshi’s crush on Yun with be touched but again, Rangshi bias. No “ending plan” (aka final chapter) planned. Again, episodic. We’re here for a fun time.

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Kyoshi was going to be fired. She was sure of it. Only two weeks in. At least, she thought it was two? Time was flying by so fast since she started working at the Avatar’s mansion. 

The Avatar was found, the building’s skeleton was basically sprung up the very next day, and at the same time Kelsang informed her she had a job! And a bed! And prepared meals! Everything she could ever hope and dream and ask for!

But now she was going to lose all of that! 

“Please be too busy to notice, please be too busy to notice!” Kyoshi chanted to herself, hoping that if she repeated it enough times, she could will it into the universe.

She was sprinting back to the mansion after retrieving a package in Yokoya, unfortunately she ran into Aoma and her cronies, who gave chase. She really didn’t have time to deal with the likes of them, but, alas, fate was never on her side.

The entire ordeal sidetracked her by nearly twenty minutes. Twenty minutes of having to dodge rocks and dirt! Twenty minutes of running through the nearby forest to lose them! Twenty minutes she didn’t have! And now? She was a mess, and as if coming back late wasn’t bad enough, she would also have to deal with Auntie Mui’s lecture on her attire!

Kyoshi could only hope Auntie Mui, amongst others, were too busy to pay her any mind as she snuck back in and changed.

As soon as she saw the top of the gate that led to the mansion, Kyoshi breathed a metaphorical sigh of relief. Her lungs were too pained and preoccupied to actually waste energy sighing. The guards at the gate nodded at her upon recognition, but did nothing else. Kyoshi nodded at them in return as she dashed through the doors.

Despite her instincts, here she couldn’t help but hold her breath as she passed underneath the gate. Only stopping her run where she got to the other side, and braced herself.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four moments passed and nothing. She quickly looked around. There was no little red terror nearby. She was safe!

Kyoshi got her lungs back to work, and made her way around the back. Her next obstacle was sneaking around Auntie Mui to the laundry area. Luckily, the estate was bustling, in part because the construction workers were attempting to finish another big part of the mansion, the other was because they needed to get things ready for a trip the Avatar was about to take.

I’ll just drop the package off, then I’ll grab a change of clothes. I’ll sneak the dirty ones into the laundry and no one will know! She thought to herself. A fool proof plan!

Making her way down to the kitchen. She quickly and quietly bobbed and weaved through the bustling servants and cooks to drop the package off. Thankfully, everyone was nose deep in their own tasks and worries. Even Auntie Mui was too busy with a giant pot to notice her!

She quickly grabbed a spare uniform, but repressed a swear when she realized the bin of used laundry was already taken to be washed. She’d have to sneak her load in there when the other maid wasn’t looking. With her task done and new bounty in hand, she ran up the stairs as she formulated the strategy in her head.

Rin’s probably near the river. Which means I’ll need to go to the front gate again, and then go around back… But first I need to quickly change in my room before I–

“Where do you think you’re going?” a steely voice asked as Kyoshi passed it.

Kyoshi froze in her tracks and closed her eyes in despair. Dammit. Just… dammit !

Kyoshi turned around to face her demise. Her eyes landed on a Fire National girl around Kyoshi’s age. Rangi .

Rangi had a beautiful face and pretty porcelain skin, one could mistake her for a living breathing doll if not for her attire. Donned in her blood red armor, sleek black hair pulled back into a professional topknot. She was as fierce as any soldier could be. She was also tall, taller than most girls, but not as tall as Kyoshi. Thus, she was still forced to look up at the taller maid. And oh boy, did she have a look . A killer glare that never left her face, only made possible by her piercing bronze eyes.

She was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. Surely lying in wait to surprise Kyoshi like she tended to do. Though the posture was the most casual Kyoshi had yet to see the military trained Fire National don. Kyoshi briefly wondered if trying to give Kyoshi a scare was becoming something of a casual event for her.

That idea greatly irked Kyoshi.

“ Miss Rangi , what a pleasant surprise,” Kyoshi said with an uneasy smile. She really didn’t know how to deal with the young firebender, and as usual, prayed for the interaction to be over with quickly.

The girl glowered at Kyoshi in response as she stood up straight and approached Kyoshi.

Friendly as always. Kyoshi thought to herself. But she didn’t let it get her down. Maybe she could talk her way out of the conversation? Her chances were as great as watching a cow pig fly, but she was out of options. “What brings you over here this fine afternoon?”

Why are you hanging around me instead of the Avatar?

Despite Rangi’s moniker of being the Avatar’s bodyguard, Rangi seemed to hang around the staff more than her own charge. Kyoshi tried to piece what little knowledge she had on the other two teens that resided in the mansion with her, which wasn’t a lot and she had made attempts to keep it that way. It seemed that Rangi would be left to her own devices when the Avatar was in the middle of training, which appeared to be often . Which meant she had a lot of free time. Much to Kyoshi's displeasure.

It appeared that Rangi had taken a special interest in Kyoshi. She was always just around the corner, waiting to yell at her about some task she needed to do. Or how her uniform wasn’t up to code. Or vent her grievances about Kyoshi’s (lackluster) performance. She seemed to have thoughts on just about anything .

Maybe it was because they were the same age? Or because she reigned higher than Kyoshi in status? But like Aoma, Rangi didn’t seem to have the ability to just leave Kyoshi alone .

Kyoshi supposed she should be grateful Rangi was just bossy . She’d yet to lay a hand on Kyoshi like Aoma or the other children in the village had done in the past. But, Aoma had been like that too. Started off as a mouthy brat, but when she realized she could get away with a slap or two? Well… Kyoshi didn’t have the best childhood to say the least. Because of that, she refused to let her guard down around the firebender. No matter what Kelsang tried to convince her otherwise…

As she approached, Rangi’s ever keenful eyes glanced down at what Kyoshi was holding. Kyoshi tried to hide the clothes but she was too slow.

“Why are you carrying those around?” her eyes widened as she took in Kyoshi’s appearance. “Why is your uniform dirty ?!”

Kyoshi repressed an eyeroll. Of course the military brat would be aghast about her dirtied uniform. Yes, she’d become dirty because of Aoma, but it’s not like she wouldn’t get dirty after a hard day's work anyway! With the mansion still incomplete and not open to visitors, Kyoshi just didn’t understand why Auntie Mui and Rangi were so hung up on clean attire… It just felt like a waste of resources to be so anal about having the cleanest clothes when they’re all in the middle of doing hard labor.

She heard the girl was from an esteemed clan in the Fire Nation, she was probably so well off she probably didn’t have to worry about dirt ever existing near her. Maybe that explained it? Rangi probably had everything handed to her too. Like this job, thanks to her mother’s connections with the previous Avatar…

“Well?!” Rangi glared brought Kyoshi out of her thoughts, the look stinging like she was being cut by a thousand knives. What was the saying? ‘If looks could kill?’

“If looks could kill she’d be more like an assassin than a bodyguard,” Kyoshi mumbled to herself. The girl would be better suited on the frontlines of some battle than hanging out in a calm place like this.

“ What was that?!” Rangi looked at Kyoshi like she was about to set her on fire.

Apparently she didn’t mumble softly enough. And it probably wasn’t the best idea to equate a bodyguard to their biggest threat.

Still, you’re only proving my point even more! Ugh, me and my big mouth. “Nothing! Just wondering why you’re hanging around here instead of bodyguarding!” Kyoshi said with an anxious smile, attempting to come off as friendly. Despite never having a friend before…and also despite fearing for her life.

Rangi’s mouth fell open, and Kyoshi realized what she said. What it sounded like: ‘Why can’t you do your damn job? You slacker.’ Or probably something insulting like that…

This was why Kyoshi didn’t want to be around her. Rangi had the power to screw over what little lot Kyoshi had in life. And Kyoshi was too much of a clod when it came to talking to people of high status, let alone talking to someone from another Nation. She was sure to piss off the firebender, even if it was accidental.

And she was proving herself right! Talk about a walking self-fulfilling prophecy.

Kyoshi put her palm up in a stopping position. A meager barrier between her and a fiery spirit of vengeance reincarnated, but a barrier nonetheless. “No I mean! I–I, uh,” Come on, think of something before she blows up! “Not that you aren’t a good bodyguard! I just think it’s a little weird you keep following me around–”

Rangi’s face reddened as bright as a fire lily and her mouth snapped shut. Her jaw clenched so tightly, Kyoshi could see the veins bulging from it.

“Not that–that’s an issue!” Kyoshi said hurriedly. Apparently she’d just dosed the flame with gasoline. Was it her phrasing? Yeah it probably was. “It’s totally not annoying!”

Despite Kyoshi trying to sound reassuring, it came off as more annoyed with Rangi. Which she was, but that was still the exact opposite tone she wanted to sound in this situation!

Rangi’s eyes bulged wide as she took a step back. Kyoshi noticed Rangi’s fist balling at her sides. Today was apparently the day she’d pissed the firebender off to no return.

This isn’t working. Maybe I should be a kiss ass? Compliment her? “I mean it! It’s not! It’s actually kind of charming how you’re always biting…at my…heels…”

A cold wind blew past the girls despite it being a warm summer’s day.

Kyoshi could physically feel all the blood draining from her body. Cursing that damned callous tongue of hers. She wondered if she should bite it off. It was too late to salvage the situation, but maybe it’d help her in the future? Assuming she lived. Either from the blood loss of such an act, or from Rangi somehow not killing her on the spot…

She looked back at Rangi who was looking at the ground. Entire body shaking and pissed off looking. Her face was so red it blended in perfectly with her armor. If Kyoshi didn’t want to die by fireblast, she should probably make her escape now.

“I’mjustgonnago!” she said hurriedly, before sprinting off.

“Wha– Hey! Get back here!” She heard Rangi call after her, but thankfully the firebender didn’t give chase.

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Kyoshi nodded to the guardsmen again as she raced out of the mansion with her laundry. Rin was probably around back where the nearest river was. With the amount of clothes needed washing for the servants and workers of the mansion, they usually just did it by the river. Though, Kyoshi was sure once the mansion was open to visitors, the visitors would rather their clothes be washed under the safety of the mansion’s roof. Which would mean lugging buckets full of water up the hill from either the well or river nearby.

Kyoshi didn’t look forward to that future.

Swiftly and quietly, she made her way down the path, quickly diverting into the forest to where the river resided. She used her new silent stepping technique she learned from Auntie Mui. Well, more like Auntie Mui drilled it into her like a drill sergeant. She was so strict sometimes, Kyoshi wondered if the woman used to be in the military. Perhaps the cook for the military?

She ducked under a branch and saw Rin, scrubbing a pair of pants on the washing board, back turned.

Kyoshi held her breath as she approached, and dropped her clothes into the dirty bin before slowly easing back. Rin didn’t hear any of it. Mission success!

With a large, pleased grin, Kyoshi made her way to the path and back to the mansion. She was now free to… Well, she didn’t know what to do. She’d finished all the tasks they’d assigned to her today so far. She supposed she would keep busy and clean up around the mansion? That’s what she usually did with her free time. At least, until someone, usually Rangi, came running up to her to assign a new task for her.

“Hey, Kyoshi! Whatcha doin’?” a friendly voice asked behind and above her.

Kyoshi jumped at the sound, and then inwardly groaned when she recognized who the voice belonged to.

It was the other pain in her ass.

She turned around to see the devilishly handsome Avatar Yun, laying flat on his stomach on a nearby roof that peeked over the mansion wall. He had his elbows propped up so he could hold his head in his hands, kicking his legs in the air as he observed Kyoshi.

“You seem hard at work!” he grinned at Kyoshi. Kyoshi fought the blush that rose in her cheeks. It was the world's cruelest joke that he looked so good when he smiled.

“Kyoshi?” she heard Rin’s voice call out through the trees. “Wait, why are you here?”

Kyoshi felt her heart race, realizing that the Avatar had seen the whole thing and that Rin knew she was there too. Needless to say, she booked it out of there.

“H–hey! Wait!” Kyoshi heard the Avatar call after her, but she didn’t stop.

It wasn’t until she was at the gate that it dawned on her, not stopping would mean disobeying the Avatar…which was probably a fireable offense.

Dammit! But I can’t be near him! He and Rangi were both bad news. She upset either one of them? Fired. Instantly. It was better to just avoid them.

Which was harder than it looked. Fate seemed destined to put them in her path, whether she wanted it or not. Like right now.

She gazed up and saw Rangi waiting at the entrance for her. As usual.

Does she really not have anything better to do? Kyoshi griped. Nevertheless, she approached the entrance. Ready to face whatever punishment the firebender had ready to deal out. She was probably still steaming from the earlier interaction.

She greeted Rangi with a deep bow, like she did with every person who was of higher status than her. Which was most people. She hoped that it would help lessen the firebender’s fury, at least by a little.

“Miss–”

“You have duties in the kitchen you need to attend to!” Rangi commanded, in a strong voice like she usually did.

Kyoshi was both surprised and not. It looked like Auntie Mui wasn’t done with her just yet.

She bowed at Rangi again. “Thank you Miss Rangi, I will take my leave.”

Kyoshi passed by the firebender and started walking back towards the kitchen. At least her clothes were clean, so she was sure to avoid a scolding from Auntie Mui… Unless Rangi tattled on her while she was away, which was a possibility.

As she walked, she heard the near mute steps of the soldier behind her. She turned around to face Rangi. “You don’t have to follow me.” She tried to say it as neutral as possible, just a statement of fact. But even Kyoshi knew her voice came out a tad harsh. She didn’t have the energy to feel bad about it, however.

Rangi glared at the ground, and mumbled, “Auntie Mui asked me to fetch you…”

Kyoshi felt her expression soften. Like her, Rangi did have to follow orders. Not that she thought Auntie Mui was her superior, but she did run the kitchen as the head cook. So it gave her some commanding status.

Kyoshi thought back on the other times Rangi came by to deliver a message and follow her to Kyoshi’s next duty. Perhaps the firebender was in a similar boat as Kyoshi? A lot of freetime to help around the mansion?

Regardless, Kyoshi felt her expression soften just slightly at Rangi. If Auntie Mui personally asked Rangi to escort Kyoshi…then Kyoshi couldn’t complain.

“Fine…” Kyoshi sighed and kept walking with the little red terror not far behind her. 

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A/N: The novels mentioned the first few weeks were a bit……weird. She was supposedly still getting used to Rangi who just…..yelled at her. TT0TT Between Rangi probably being at her least chill (and having chilled out A LOT over the past 2-3 years, aka RoK/SoK), and Kyoshi having the worst track record at reading her (and her REALLY wanting to keep her job? Oof the combo) jasklfjd I figured we’d have some tension. Anyway *points at myself in the mirror* We are going to have these be short chapters. We love ourselves! Ok? Got that? Good! We’re only here to have fun adventures with adorable babies! uwu

[thefrenchfryturtle2]

DAY FIVE OF ECHOES OF WISDOM

Spoiler alert!

1. I FINISHED THE GAME WOOOO

2. To start, i left off yesterday in the holy mount lanayru temple

3. The temples are so fun, they’re somewhat puzzling and i love fighting mini bosses!!

4. CONDES BROTHER WILL COME HOME OR I SWEAR I’LL GO GET HIM MYSELF

5. Ok so getting turned into an ice cube is not very fun…

6. Turning people into ice cubes… cough cough freezard monster….. not very nice

7. Its goron time!

8. Sidenote this is gonna be a long one since i finished the whole game-

9. Is it racist to think this one goron looks like yunobo-

The one in the green scarf

10. They’re all so cute!!!!

11. Elder Silv and Gol… i see what you did there- this game is VERY creative with names- (like Wright and Lefte)

12. SWORD LEVEL THREE! BOW LEVEL THREE! BOMBS!!!!

13. LINK I AM SO CLOSE TO SAVING YOU

14. I hate it when you fall into lava-

15. Makes wall climbing potions that i only need one- the boss shouldve had something to do more with climbing-

16. SPEAKING OF THE BOSS- VOLGARIA WAS SO ANNOYING OMG- like it was easy and straightforward but was it just me or was it so freaking long- i did it again in the dream dojo and it took me like 6 minutes-

17. For reference- all the other boss battles i do are like 3 mins

18. Of right! NUGGETS OF WISDOMMMM! HAHAHA theyre so adorable-

19. I love the goron cheif. Silly little goober

20. I GOT DIN’S SANCTION MWAHHAHA. Which means i got all- one yeha cuz i got lanayrus and farores already

21. They love us! Yipepeee

22. Zelda looks so happy :)

23. STOP IT! NO! IMPOSTER! EJECT EJECT EECT AMONG US!

24. Sidequest from the heart was so wholesome :3. I GOT FANCY PANTS SUIT NOW! YIPPEEE! My desire to cosplay zelda is growing- I JUST CUT MY HAIR TO COSPLAY LINK THO 😭

25. Title drop boom sound effect-

26. See, I knew this forest was importante-

27. We’re nearing the end- so ima get sidetracked lol

28. I HAVENT FINISHED THE STAMP RALLY NOR GOTTEN EVERY HEART WAAAAAA

29. I did get all the tech monsters, teku-baba is my ffav name. I gotta try them all out later

30. I am fabulpus. I have every accessory slot unlockeed. That fairy made me broke but it doesnt matter because i sell smoothies

31. BRO I MADE SO MANY ENEGRY UP SMOOTHIES AND DIDN’T FREAKING NEED THEM-

32. For context-

33. Link got his stuff back :(

34. Im getting ahead-

35. Shoot i forgot posts limit amt of pictures-

36. IMA MAKE A PART TWO LOL BRB

[britt-kageryuu]

Leo was a bit bored and rambling. Though the audience and chat were enjoying him talking. His model was dressed in a white shirt with a blue flannel overtop it, bluejeans, sneakers, and his mask with one gay tail, and one pride tail. His model is seated in a version of his train car.

"I don't really understand those ASMR videos, or those voice packs I heard other VTubers do. While I get that some of them are kinda like those audio dramas that are published for popular amime/manga, games and light novels, it's still just a bit weird." He pauses to grab something, which was apparently a book.

"Like in the back of this book is the scripts for a couple audio dramas for this one series. They're from the main girls fiance's pov, but when he talks to her, they didn't record her talking. You just have his thoughts on what she's saying. Actually give me a sec." Leo mutes his mic, and the audience can see he's doing something.

After a few minutes he turns the mic back on, and starts talking with a slightly different tone to his voice, "Hey, sorry if I kept you waiting! I got caught up in traffic... Oh you just got here? You're not just saying that to make me feel better are you?" Leo's model has a bit of a playful look, and he switches the background to a park with sakura trees in full bloom. "I hope you don't mind us having a picnic instead of going to that anime café. They were booked full. But hey the weather is nice, and I made us some lunch." His model holds up a big fancy stacked bento box.

"What?! You didn't think I could cook? Just because I don't do the fancy stuff like my brother, doesn't mean I can't cook. Trust me, you'll love this. But first let's find a place to set up our picnic... Oh you like this spot?" Leo pauses, and then switched back to his train car.

When he started talking again he was back to his usual tone, "Okay, that wasn't that bad, but it's got to be a pain in the butt to write this stuff out, or improve it in a way that sounds natural if a bit cliche. That was just me rehashing some popular romance story tropes, and I couldn't get very far before I started to kinda hit a road block." Leo pauses to take a drink of his tea, "Maybe I could get Dee to try reading some stuff like this. Maybe frame it as, 'I bet you can't read this in a non flat voice!' Or something." He starts to read over the chat, and scrolls back to about where he started to read off his quick script, just reading some of the reactions.

"While this will definitely not be a big thing, and we might never do this again, it would be interesting to see you guys reaction to us posting a couple videos like that. No Promises Though!! We may be creative, but we do have day jobs." Leo continues to read through the chat, before something catches his attention.

"What in the name of Pizza Supreme does that mean? Is that some new thing, or slang? I'm gonna look this up real quick." Leo then goes down a rabbit hole of searching, and kind of forgot he was streaming, and the audience if just listening to his random mumbling about whatever it was he looked up, and then got sidetracked by.

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Masterpost

Really I personally don't fully understand ASMR. The closest I ever got, was listening to a song while reading, and the song just kinda resonated with how I was reading the story, and I got a shiver up my spine.

[cuubism]

Not trying to be pushy or anything, take as long as you want/need, but I'm kinda curious if the next chapter of Michelangelo's Hands will soon be out? I'm so in love with it so far 🧡

oh man i got sidetracked and forgot to post it 😂 i will post it tomorrow 🙏 it's done i just... got pulled away by other obsessions

i'm glad you're enjoying it 🥰