#love these little changes in the localizations it makes me pay more attention to differences

[mintjeru]

are you normal or did you note down the puns in the act 1 event quest to compare between localizations

[georgiapeach30513]

Let Your Daddy See

Summary: Your boyfriend, Ransom knew you had a crush on the owner of the local bakery. He sees you practically drooling as you watch his hands kneading dough. Always making excuses to go to Andy’s work during his demos. Getting all flustered when he smiles at you, even offering a private lesson…if you want Andy, you can have him. For one night. But it’s Ransom’s choice. Enjoy.

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader X Andy Barber

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, teasing, dumb sex jokes, “surprises”, threesome, unprotected sex, PIV sex, anal sex, dumbification, degradation, double penetration, creampie, cameras, surprise! 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.7K

Ransom Drysdale Masterlist

Andy Barber Masterlist

You take a quick peek up, and are met with his beautiful blue eyes. Close enough to see the speckling of different hues of blue. His mouth turns up into a smile, and you quickly look back down at his hands. Pushing forward, and pulling back. His veins pop up on his arms and hands with the motion. Cords of his muscles ripple on his forearms. The man did more than bake pastries. He had to have a clear an amazing workout routine that you would love to sit and watch.

Since Andy had opened Butter & Buns you found every excuse to come here on a regular basis. It had nothing to do with Andy, but his goods, at least that’s what you told yourself. He honestly does make the most spectacular delicacies. And the way he runs his patisserie is so inviting. He had demos where he made the fresh breads right in front of you.

And he is even going to be starting classes. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about how he would teach. Would he be the type of man that stands behind you, hands on yours as he shows you how to properly make bread? Or would he be the teacher that stands in front of you while his eyes pay more attention to the curves of your body instead, and you learn nothing at all?

He told you about the classes first of course, letting you know you are his favorite customer. You gaze over his arms again as he pushes and pulls the dough. Developing the glutens, and mixing in the butter. It is heavenly to watch. A bit distracting, but only due to how effortlessly he did that. Like a skilled ballerina up on stage. It flows and has an odd beauty to it.

“Are you getting your usual, Sweet Buns?” a girlish giggle brushes past your lips, and the quick glance up at him sends heat to your cheeks. Andy has this way of making you feel like a schoolgirl. Even your hands are clammy, and your throat dries up. “Or can I suggest something different that I know you’re going to love?” You have to look at him, but this time he catches your eyes, and you linger the hold. You couldn’t look away.

“Yeah, of course,” your voice is a whisper as you nod your head, and switch the weight on your feet.

“Oh, give me a break,” Ransom rolls his eyes beside you, and you give him a little nudge with your shoulder. He is ruining this for you.

“Why don’t you grab our coffees, and I’ll get the treats?” He smirks, rolling his eyes again. It’s one of his favorite things to do, but he does walk away to go to the front of the counter, leaving you and Andy alone. “I’m sorry about him.”

“You’d think your husband wouldn’t come in with you if he’s so easily annoyed,” there’s a slight twinkle in Andy’s eye, but you can’t quite figure it out.

“We’re not married,” you answer quickly, showing him your bare finger. “Not even engaged. He’s…” Ransom peeks over towards you, pursing his lips, and narrowing his eyes before ordering the coffee. “What are you wanting to suggest to me?” Changing the subject off your relationship is the best course of action.

“I was playing around with croissant ideas. It’s not traditional, but it’s lemon meringue.”

“It sounds perfect,” almost as perfect as his ass walking to the sink to wash his hands. He meets you down at the register, handing over Ransom’s usual mini scones before giving you his newest creation. It looks amazing, and perfect. Just like him.

“I made this specifically with you in mind, Sweet Buns,” another giggle. You love that he remembers your first encounter with him, and it has since become your nickname. Your hand brushes against his as he hands you the receipt, and his eyes linger on you as you make way to Ransom.

“I made this specifically with you in mind, Sweet Buns,” he mocks what Andy says as you sit down across from him. “Why don’t you admit you got a crush on the baker.”

“I don’t, and he’s a pastry chef,” Ransom blinks at you a few times before taking a bite of your croissant. He doesn’t want to react, but he does. A soft little moan travels up his throat, and you shimmy your shoulders. “See.”

“You completely ignored what I just said,” of course you did. It’s a silly conversation that wasn’t going to get either of you anywhere.

“I ignored you because I don’t have a crush on Andy.”

“Ahh, you just want him to fuck your sweet buns, huh?” You give him a little kick under the table, smiling at him. It is fascinating to see him get a bit jealous. He knows who you go home to, and who you want to spend the rest of your life with. “If he gets your sweet buns, what do I get?”

“You can have the warm muffin.”

“I love it when you talk dirty. So I can have the warm muffin, he gets the sweet buns, what are we going to do with your mouth?” He raises his eyebrows in a suggestive way, and now it’s you that’s rolling your eyes.

“Shut up!” You playfully say, nudging your foot at him. “You know I love you, right?” Smiling, he nods his head, taking another bite of your pastry. Rude. “But I do quite enjoy your wheels turning. Are you seriously dreaming about him with us?” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Stop eating my food. That was made just for me.”

“Unless he’s got another sweet buns that he’s not telling you about,” you are his only Sweet Buns. Andy didn’t have others that he is like this with. You’ve watched him. “If we do this can I frost your muffin and turn it into a cupcake?” You burst out laughing, throwing your head back dramatically. He is silly, even if you love his play on words.

“What is wrong with you?” Or better yet, why did he have to wait to frost your cupcake?

“Or I can always call it a pie shell. Won’t you let me make a cream pie,” he’s saying words, and you’re not sure how serious he is. You’d let him if he’d ask.

“Alright, that’s enough. Let’s go home.”

“Maybe he can butter your buns,” he’s so obnoxious sometimes. “Knead your dough. Oh oh! Maybe frost your cake,” you give a quick little wave to Andy, trying to shoo Ransom out of the shop before Andy hears what he is saying. How embarrassing. Or maybe not.

——

“Ransom! Baby, I’m home,” throwing your keys into the bowl, you remove your shoes. Slowly undressing now because it is Friday, and you are tired of this bra. “Ransom?” You couldn’t smell any cooking, so you figured he must want to go out tonight, you’ll have to persuade him to order in. You just want him, the couch, and reruns.

“Ransom?” You say his name one more time as you pull your shirt over your head, and take off your bra. He’ll be happy to see your titties free. That’s how you make sure he just orders in, and you can stay with and watch television.

“Ransom? Oh my god!” Your arms fly over your chest as Andy smiles at you devilishly. “Why are you in my house, and in my fucking room?”

“It does look like a nice fucking…room,” creep. He was attractive in his place. Being alone in your house with you. And… “Ransom, she did make a great entrance,” your boyfriend steps out of the en-suite, and you look between the two of them. The little slut!

They are up to something, and you just want to rest. In between them. “What is this?”

“Angel,” uh uh. Anytime Ransom starts a sentence with that, he’s up to something. Needing you to forgive him immediately. And of course that makes sense since Andy Barber is in your bedroom with you and your boyfriend all while your arms are over your chest, covering yourself.

Rolling your eyes, you happen to catch a peek, and Andy is a full mast. Pants are completely tented, and you feel a rush of heat pool at your core. He’s as big as you imagined, bigger even. This is about that conversation you had Butter & Buns! Ransom brought this man here for a threesome, and both men are ready to go.

“I had some thoughts about our conversation the other day…”

“And I overheard everything,” oh my god! Andy overheard every stupid joking detail. This is too much. “And I approached Ransom.”

“No, you didn’t. I went back to the buttery buns, and approached you.”

“You stuttered, and couldn’t get the question out, so I proposed a deal. I get your ass, if you agree.”

“But I’m in control,” it is like watching a ping pong match as the two of them go back and forth. Each making sure you know that they’re more manly than the other with no regard of what you want. You didn’t ask for this. Ransom and Andy just assumed. They didn’t exactly assume wrong.

You have dreamed of this very moment. You didn’t want Andy in your life, you just wanted him in your body. Have a little fun with your boyfriend. He did say his fantasy was to watch you be destroyed before he joins in. Watch as your cunt is being refused stimulation, and he waits for you to beg before joining in. You just don’t beg. You never beg.

Okay, maybe you have dreamed about the man destroying you being Andy once or twice. But the principle of the matter is they didn’t ask. “Angel, if you didn’t want me to know that you have fantasized about this, maybe you shouldn’t leave your fucking journal open on the bed. With a very detailed explanation of what you want Mr. Butters and me to do to you.”

“You caught that, huh?” Ransom is far from being dumb, but sometimes he just needs a little nudging, especially since you found out that he wanted Andy to be the man that joined you. You gave him a little hint by leaving your journal on his side of the bed.

“You made it obvious. So quit playing coy. On your knees. I can literally smell your arousal. You know I know your cunt better than you do. On your knees, and let Andy fuck your ass. I won’t ask again. And be a good girl, and drop your arms. Go on. Let me see.”

He’s such an ass when he’s right. You let your arms fall, and you glance towards Andy. His eyes coast down your body as you start to pull your pants down. Andy licks his lips as he stares at your pebbled peaks. He’s ready to devour you. Ready to turn you into the mush, and become completely pliable like his doughs.

You came home tired, but a new sense of invigoration courses through your body as the bed dips down with your weight. Leaning forward you let your head rest completely on the mattress, and your ass full on in the air. Both men walk behind you, their eyes taking in your sex before Ransom’s lithe fingers move through your folds.

“She’s soaked,” he moans before slapping at Andy’s hand. “Nope, you can’t touch her until I say so. You must inspect the goods. She expects this from me. See,” he pulls you apart at the seam. Spreading you out fully for Andy’s hungry eyes. “The tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. But this…this pretty little hole,” Ransom spits down at your puckered entrance before rubbing it around your muscle.

“This is going to be all yours. You can’t have her needy little cunt. But her ass is just as greedy, watch,” you whimper as he presses a finger past the tight rim. Pushing yourself back into him. “Go on, I’ll warm her up, but you get nice and lubed. She has a bit of an attitude problem, but you fill her up, and she’s the most obedient little sex doll, aren’t ya? Such a little slut drunk on cock.”

Your brain goes fuzzy as you anticipate two cocks at once. Overwhelmed is a perfect word for it. Feeling all the feels, while Ransom pumps his finger in and out of you, and his sinful mouth never shuts up. “You can come in her or on her, but you can’t have that tight little pussy, okay?” Andy groans, coating his cock in lube.

He fists his thick veiny member a few times, starting to move closer. Ransom’s need for mirrors in the bedroom is paying off. You’re able to see Andy’s wide body and thick hands take in your holes. He looks massive behind you. “She’s so pretty when she gets stuffed, too. Look at her, ass in the air, and ready to be fucked so hard. In and out. Filled fully. Every little hole.”

Andy clears his throat, and Ransom reluctantly pulls his finger out of your ass. Smiling when you whine at the loss of him. Starting to rock on your knees because you need a replacement. “Easy, Sweet Buns,” his thick hands grab tight to your hips, digging into your skin with so much force you hope it bruises. Andy teases your tight hole with his cock. “You going to be a cockslut for us?”

“Mhmm,” mewling as his blunt mushroom tip breaches your entrance. Your fingers grip tight to the bed, and your eyes shoot open, trying to find your boyfriend’s handsome face. Staring at him with so much need as Andy slowly sinks into you. Doesn’t stop until he’s balls deep in your ass, and you're ready for Ransom to fill you up, too. You need him. It isn’t fair you can’t have him, too.

“Shh,” he sighs, petting your face. “Let big daddy Andy have some fun, okay?” You nod your head, but reach towards Ransom. Holding onto his hand as Andy slowly pulls out of you, and crashes back into your warmth. Yipping when he does it again quickly.

You never look anywhere, but Ransom’s handsome face. The way he’s adoring you even more for allowing your crush to own your ass. Rutting into you at such a steady pace, and yet you still feel empty. Ransom belongs in you as well. “You’re doing such a good job.”

“Sweet buns, you should really get on top of me. Let your boyfriend watch that neglected cunt as I fill every inch of your ass. He can see that pretty pussy weeping with need for him. Crying out for him because you need him so much. Doesn’t that sound good?”

“Yes! Yes!” Shouting because you need Ransom to see how empty you are without him. How much you need him inside of you more than some fantasy. “Please!” He nods his head, and Andy pulls out of you, and crawls on the bed. Letting you turn your back to him as you settle over top.

Able to watch every part of Ransom as you slowly sink over him. Moaning as your body swallows him whole, and Ransom’s eyes go to your core. Staring so hard at where he is supposed to be. You’ve already told him too many times that your body was made for him. “Do you like it, Ran?”

“Yes, very much so, kitty cat,” placing your hands behind you, and on either side of Andy, you start bouncing over top of him. Letting Ransom see a part of you not filled with him letting her beg him, because you won’t with words. Your body cries for him to enter you as your arousal leaks onto Andy. “You’re so perfect,” he moans, and you go harder.

Bucking on top of Andy, and ready to whine out Ransom’s name. “Make yourself come first. You needy little brat. If you want two cocks, come. Go on. You can do it,” you slam yourself over him harder. Enjoying the view even if it's torturous. “You’re almost there. You’ve got this. Keep going. Don’t stop. That pretty pussy needs my pretty cock inside of her, huh?”

“Yeah. Please. Ransom, I’m…” heat and pleasure rush to your core. It’s almost cruel to come like this. A big part of you is being ignored, and no matter what you do, Ransom isn’t budging. “Ransom, I’m…”

“Then do it, you filthy little slut,” that does it. Pleasure shoots into every part of your limbs as your eyes roll into the back of your head. Slowing down your movements, but Andy picks up where you leave off. “Clenching around nothing, and I got the front row seat to heaven,” his voice is so deep as he stares at your empty cunt.

Getting onto the bed before his lips meet yours. He tastes like sin and dessert as he swallows your moans, “You needed this,” he says before crashing into you. Both men pause as sounds you’ve never made before scream out of your lungs.

Giving you a grace period for you to adjust to just how incredibly full you feel. Stretched out in the most perfect way, and getting to have and feel Ransom finally. He fits so perfectly inside you. You’ve never doubted how he is made for you. He even feels just as much pleasure as you, just feeling how different this is. It’s overwhelming. Blinding. Makes you feel as if you’ve ascended to heaven.

Everything in your body ceases to stop functioning. You’re just there. Existing for nothing but pleasure. Obviously for them, but what you feel is like a religious experience. Floating in the air with the most beautiful high encasing your body.

“There she is,” Ransom coos down to you. “I thought I’d lost you to the pleasure,” what is he talking about? You’re just feeling. “I think you blacked out for a minute. Just kept saying my name, but barely.”

“Mmm.”

“Cockdrunk,” Andy is just a vessel. A tool to add to the fun. If it wasn’t for the severe amount of fullness you feel, you wouldn't know he is even there. All you care about is Ransom. Head rolling around on your shoulders. “Alright, let’s flip. You just lay there, and take care of your girl, while I fuck her.”

“You want that, baby? You want Andy to fuck you.”

“You.”

“You’re too far gone, baby. Yeah, we’ll switch,” you want to cry as Ransom pulls out of you. Already reaching out to him as he lays down on the bed. “Come on. C’mere,” it’s Andy that helps you move over to him. Guiding you to sink over Ransom, and you start kissing on his beautiful face. “I know. I know.”

The last words you remember as Andy slams into you, and you scream. Fuck it feels so good. So full. So very full. If you could float out of your body, and watch this experience you would. The world doesn’t exist. It’s just nirvana. You try and ground yourself with the touch of Ransom, because he is perfect. Rubbing over your face. Whispering your name because you forgot.

Andy’s movements are harsh and about him getting off; Ransom is about you and him. So sweet. So perfect. So in love with him. You didn’t think you could love him more, but a man willing to have another man in your bed because you’ve fantasized about it is the perfect man. “Ransom!”

“I know, just let go. Come on two cocks,” his hips drive up into you, and you collapse on his chest. Incoherently saying his name. “Come,” he whispers into your ears, and rockets go off in your body. Shooting endorphins and pleasure to every nerve ending as your body seizes up. This is it, the true escape of the world, and absolute bliss.

“She’s. So. Fucking. Tight,” Andy grunts, thrusting into you so hard your body lurches forward. “So. Fucking. Good. Ugh!” Growling behind you as his movements become irregular. “Right. There!” It’s like everybody’s body is synchronized. Your walls flutter around their cocks, and they each shoot warm ropes of thick cum into your body, and you’re buzzing. A high like no other.

Long weeks are meant for going dumb, and what better way to escape than this. Andy pants behind you, while Ransom’s fingers softly caress your body. His lips ghost over your skin, and you feel yourself start to drift. Feeling so comfortable and exhausted from the week.

“I thought I was supposed to come in,” you relax on top of Ransom’s body, soaking up the afterglow of his release. He feels so warm inside of you. His cum right where it belongs. He wasn’t ever going to waste a drop again.

“Shh,” Ransom says softly as Andy pulls out of your body.

“No, you said if I set up the cameras, that I could fuck her mouth,” Andy rolls his eyes, grabbing a camera off the tripod and points it at your used holes. “Oh, yeah, don’t forget the money shot. But you wanted all her holes to be dripping in cum. It was a gift before you propos…”

“Jake! Shut up!” Jake Jensen mumbles something under his breath. You nuzzle into Ransom more before you drift off to sleep. You’ve never felt more satisfied. “Yes, next time I’ll make sure she’s airtight, but we got to ease her into it. And besides…”

“We know, Drysdale,” Andy hands Jake the camera before going to his clothes, “You’re marrying the girl, but she is okay with being used from time to time. Did you even know she was interested in Jake before her journal?”

“Nope. Why would she be into him?”

“I’m right here, and I am lovable!”

“Alright, go on. Next time I’ll| make her watch herself being used first. Maybe over some sweet buns,” Ransom gives a little chuckle to Andy. “There there, sweetheart, these men are going to leave, and I’m going to give us a bath. The rest of the weekend is about you. You’ve had such a hard night.”

No. It was almost perfect. Almost.

Masterlist

@tis-thedamn-season @marveloustaylortot @pono-pura-vida @peaches1958 @seitmai

@smile1318 @andydrysdalerogers @cjand10 @midnightramyeoncravings @kmc1989

@pandaxnienke @donutloverxo @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @bambamwolf87 @rogersbarber 

@harrysthiccthighss @distractingbeth @musingsfromthemitten

[thewertsearch]

TT: It reminds me of when Dave and I were trapped in the doomed timeline, and he left to change the past. TT: The timeline ceased to exist, along with my dream self, who in a way became merged with my dream self of this timeline. I kept some of her memories. TT: Is the situation similar? Similar, but more severe. Since this timeline will undergo such a violent upheaval, such a merger of memory cannot happen.

Unlike Future Rose, we're not merely fleeing a doomed timeline - we're resetting the timeline, the real deal.

If you squint, it kind of looks like the Davesprite situation, but the rules are completely different. This isn't a rewind, it's a reboot, complete with entirely new incarnations of John, Rose, Dave and Jade.

It doesn't sound like the original Players are supposed to survive the process - but if you pay attention to Scratch's phrasing, he doesn't actually confirm that it's impossible. He asserts that this type of memory preservation is impossible, but that doesn't mean there's no way for the kids to reach the reboot. I strongly believe that our endgame here will feature both iterations of the kids, allowing us to develop their personalities from two completely different angles.

I'd love to speculate about what Scratched!John and his team will be like, but I don't want another theory that's dead on-arrival. Let's wait and see if Rose learns anything more about the reboot first.

TT: So if the Scratch isn't specifically meant to banish Jack from the session, TT: And our quest to destroy the sun is meant to kill him, TT: Why is the reset necessary at all, especially if it means oblivion for us? Because you cannot achieve the ultimate reward in this session. […] Don't you want to fulfill your purpose?

Whether they should actually want to make a universe isn’t exactly a trivial question. Rose is a little too emotionally compromised to consider it, but I’m not.

For starters, what if their universe is an awful place? Alternia is proof that Sburb's universes can be complete dystopias. We have no idea if Alternia's creators intended for the Empire to exist, but the fact that it's even possible should make any Sburb Player very, very nervous about releasing a new Genesis Frog into the cosmos, lest it become another host for an intergalactic empire.

I suppose the question is kind of moot. The kids still need somewhere to live after the session, and I doubt their own universe is still an option. Their planet certainly isn’t.

[…] if you are inventive, you may find a way to survive the reset and participate in the renewed session. It's up to you.

...hmm.

Do you think the effects of the Scratch extend into the Furthest Ring? Surely not, right? Surely they're localized to the session in which the Scratch was triggered, lest a Scratch reset the entire multiverse.

Could it really be that easy? I guess it would normally be dangerous to enter the domain of the Gods unprotected, but Feferi's alliance should keep them safe. Plus, Rose has an accord with them herself. This feels workable to me - provided the Gods are willing to let our heroes influence the reboot.

[threepandas]

Bird4Bird Part 2: Yandere Hawks

(Experimenting with tenses n povs, bear with me, will post the whole thing together in the one I/you guys like best, once it's done.)

His patrol is the exact sort of boring that he both hates and loves. On one hand? More time for flying. Freedom from the office. The watching eyes of... everybody, really. But on the OTHER hand? Boooooored. SO bored!

He's not MADE for bored!

Not that there WEREN'T distraction from said boredom below him. There definitely WERE. God, so SO many. Shiny, fascinating, fast moving distractions. ALL sorts of things to pick apart and hunt down. Rip apart and eat. And fans. So, SO many fans.

Noise and life and stimulus. Calculations and social masks.

He bet he could find a kitten in a tree somewhere.

There had to be at least ONE, rig-?

An explosion catches the corner of his eye. He snaps around, mid air, changing trajectory. Thank FUCK! Excitement fizzing even as cool attention calms him. Warm sunlight heating his back, the smell of smoke already starting to reach him, the rush of wind flying past? Is there anything better?

His eyes take in the scene as he arrives.

Botched takedown. Heavily armed combatant. Panicked crowd. He's already send feathers forward when? The combatant panics, seeing him arrive. Throws everything he has indiscriminately. Probably hoping to overwhelm him. Ha! Cute. Pointless, though.

He's already dragging civilians out of the way, when?

Children's voices. High and panicked. Screaming. The combatant had one last bomb. Is trying to run. Probably thinks he'll have to choose, as though he can't be-...

Wings...

Magnificent, powerful, WINGS. Massive and sweeping. Every feather an unbreakable shield. Catching the light, past smoke and fires, white and a brown so dark it bordered on black or grey. The patterns of a harpy eagle...

A mesmerizing golden sheen, almost impossible for anyone but those with enhanced eyes to pick up, surged from the base of them. Like the spread of smooth ink across paper, the slide of silk against skin. A glint covering those magnificent wings in GOLD.

Quirk?

No. No, concentrate. His Feather grabs the bomb from the air and flings it upwards. To explode harmlessly in open air. He catches the menace blindly behind him. Honestly, he's done far harder with far less. He can't look away.

Even as those wings, still domed up, shuffle to safety. Move ever so gently, like a grand reveal, to release a veritable HOARD of roughed up kids. Some of whom are still clinging to their savior for dear life. Snot and tears everywhere. They bear it with surprising grace.

They're... they're HUGE~

Not a Heros build, but..? Just STANDING there they look like a threat. They clearly can't help it. Clearly have made efforts to NOT look like one. Have tracked down the cutesiest Hero Merch available to slap on their body, like might help.

It's like looking staring down a pissed off alligator in a princess tiara. There WAS An Effort! He'll give her that!

His face threatens to break out into a VERY un-PR friendly, mean little snicker. It's... God it's so FUCKIN CUTE~. She's so big. Trying to make herself so non-threatening. It's never gonna work. Any PR team worth their pay would tell her to just give up and pick a different gimmick. But... but God, those WINGS!

He HAS to know her flight speed.

So he waves off the complaining newbies he wasn't actually listening too, makes appropriate noises to the appropriate people as he passes. And makes his way over. As he get closer? Oh~?

What a SUPRISE. She's getting ripped into by local law enforcement. Which, fair, she DID use her Quirk. But that's not what HE'S talking about. He didn't even see it. He's talking about her WINGS.

Well, well, well. He KNOWS he didn't just hear local law enforcement threaten JAIL TIME over a MUTATION, did he? That's an abuse of power! He can arrest YOU for that, officer~. He decides to cut in.

"Problem, officer?" He chirps.

His hand going to his new friends shoulder in solidarity. The officer jerks to attention. But the living STEEL under his hand? Jerks violently. She jumps. It's only years of training and the warning he got from his hand physically touching her shoulder, feeling her muscles start to move, that saves him a concussion.

The wing closest to him slams out like a battering ram, flicking into an extension just to force him back further. She spins to face him. Eyes locked on, teeth unknowingly bared. And... oh. Oh~!

She has a HARPY Quirk~

Cute like fangs that can probably rip through bone, eyes like his, TALONS that dip the tips of her fingers in a black so deep and glossy, ink masters would weep in envy. And the muscles. Far beyond an athlete. Not quite a top 50 hero, but better then most hero students by far. Not balanced for fighting though, those are PURELY wing and exercise muscles.

And the longer he openly assesses? The more of her teeth are bared. The bigger her wings fluff up. The more her hands spread into clawed, furious, weapons. Ready to swing at his head. Her eyes slowly lighting with aggravation and confrontational aggression.

He used to get like this too. HATED being stared at. He got it trained out of him.

He... he can't help it.

It's too cute. She's SO MAD. He knows he shouldn't. He's supposed to be a top 5 hero. The commission's golden boy. Everyone's watching. Always IS. He needs to behave himself, remember his PR training.

Don't. Do. The Thing...

He reaches out and tugs a feather. She has a mean right hook.

He gets yeeeeeelled at. Sad face. His handlers want to throw the book at her. For once, he puts his foot down. Absolutely Not. HE started that fight. HE'S the one who should have known better. He doesn't CARE if her records show she's a "trouble maker"! (That's a lie. He's CURIOUS now~. Oooooh~ What did you DO, lil harpy? Vengeance? Justice? Speeding ticket?)

They let it go.

He? He does NOT. He knows he should. This is a Bad Habit of his. No, WAS. It WAS a Bad Habit. He's BETTER then this now. There were trainers. Psychological exams. Drugs. All FIXED now! Promise! See? Doesn't even have that Endeavor collection he used to keep.

TOTALLY forgot how they tore it away from him. Destroyed it. Ha ha! He barely even REMEMBERS the EXACT Face, Name, Current Location, and Home Address of every single individual involved in THAT little incident! He's let it GO! Forgot about it, really. Yeeeep, the panic and rage DEFINITELY don't keep him up at night. The helplessness. As they took what was HIS-!!

Deeeep inhale. Exhale. Remember to smile!

So, yeah.

Where was he? Right! His Bad Habit That He DOES NOT HAVE ANYMORE. Because he's FIXED now. All better! He's just... taking responsibility, you know? Wants the chance to keep messing with her. Maybe see if he can get a glorious creature like that her very own flyers license.

Cause, DAMN. Wings like THOSE should be airborne.

God he wants to race her so bad.

Luckily~ he's hired the BEST lawyers. (Love you Tadashi~ say hi to your boo~) and the Judge? A big Fan! Yay, FAVORS! (Guess where YOUR going, little hunter? Run but you can't hiiiiide~) She? Looks SO unimpressed to see him? It's GREAT.

She's even WORSE in a suit. It's hilarious.

Maybe it's just THAT suit. God it's so frumpy. What, did she find it in the "generics weekly" catalog? She should wear armor. Ooooh, a flight suit! Something form fitting and sleeveless to show off them GUNS. Never thought HE'D get to be the one who feels dainty in a relationship, but...

Ah. Wait.

Gotta HAVE a relationship, first...

Unfortunately? Tall, buff, and gorgeous is so pissed to BE here? It's unlikely she'll notice any subtle flirtations....

He's not sure what his face is doing, but the expression is enough to make her HISS, wings mantling in a threat display.

Oh, yeah. Oh this is gonna be FUN~♡

[jkjm9597]

I made this post yesterday on x out of nowhere and I got to know a lot about how people became jikookers

It’s so amazing seeing all these moments that made them jkkrs

I loved reading all these stories with jikook🥹🥹and i know most of the moments are

-GCF ( jk really knew what he was doing by making gcf it was like a reveal and year before its release he tweeted that he looked at the lyrics before doing a cover and asked us to pay attention to lyrics of songs)

- Rosebowl , In front of thousands people, jk and jm were on their own world🥹jk reassuring jm and sucking his ear( you don’t suck your friend ear)

- 2013/2015 were lot said jk disliked jm( I hate it) he never disliked him and was mad when some pointed it out, he was just shy and young, and we got to see him being confident and more relaxed through the years

-MMA 2018. 🥺🥺Their interaction was so sweet and cute , jk was so hypnotized by jm my god 😭

-the tone they use for eo, I think we all know it, it’s the same tone I use when I’m talking to my boyfriend

-Jk’s possessiveness, I think we all love it 😂jk is an open book and transparent you can see when he is pissed and we got to see him being the biggest minimoni anti😂😭

-the ultimate video ( if there is some who never watched it recommend) the op really detailed every little moment, and it changed a lot of minds

- And something we have in common we watched all real contents and saw the dynamic between these two, we still don’t know if they are really dating ( I believe they are) but even if there are not we are still in the right way bcz their bond is a true one we know how they care for each other and they are each other same place.

And if people were really sincere with themselves they will see it even locals saw it, someone who never know about shipping always ask If they are dating so I dont believe that they don’t see it but they don’t want it because it’s/ so obvious.

-2016 live in Osaka 😂where tae went in jk’s room finding him eating naked and the music😭and after tae went there you could hear jm’s voice and the next day jimin was mad at tae 😂😂( it’s détailles in the ultimate video)

-the hickey😂this is so funny to me because you can give someone a hickey when you’re being turned on the air and have time to bite someone it’s just a story they made😂and the fact that jk didn’t want anyone to touch it but jimin 😭

-jk’s 2023 lives, i think lot of people to became jkkrs with that bcz jk really didn’t hide anything

- jm’s bday 2021 were he did the live in jk’s studio, cake made by jk( you’re my park filter can you think about the insanity of this?) jimin being a blushing mess🥺their phone call, how jk talked to him too smooth how jm’s voice was too sweet and hobi who represent us ( we got to know a lot bcz of him )

-Buddy system ( I swear I still can’t believe that they really enlisted) I’m still thinking about it a lot, nothing can compare to it

And all the runs, cute moments we got, the others gcf were jk took his time when jimin came on screen, the choice of the lyrics 🥺

And jk’s aura change when he is around jimin like he is not the maknae anymore like he is with the others hyungs, like he want to kill all things touching jm, and jm in the other hand just let his guard down a little and let jk do whatever he wants 🥺

Saw too lot of them were tkkrs or ynmrs, vminers but got to watch reals content Ms to see the difference and became jkkrs

Sometimes I swear when I think about one of those specific moments I’m just zoning out like “ my god they are really in love”

[foreverrandomwritings]

these jealous prompts with my babygirl bucky pls 🦾🤍 romantic relationship

“hey—  look at me.  why are you all upset?”

“i promise there’s no one else.  you have my heart completely.”

Blind Dates

Summary: Loving each other had been difficult since neither of you were aware of the feelings the other harbored. What happens when it gets too much for you to handle?

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x afab!Reader

Warnings: Alcohol and fluff.

Word count: 1105

Masterlist M's Hundred Celly Masterlist

You had a crazy road leading you to becoming friends with Bucky. It had started out as you being friends with Clint, then Natasha, eventually Steve, then Sam and now Bucky. Even though everyone around you could see the love you had for each other, the two of you couldn’t see it. Thinking the other strictly wanted a platonic relationship. 

That had worked out decently for you up until Sam started setting Bucky up on blind dates. He had seemed a little reluctant to go on them but you figured that was probably because it had been a while since he had dated. You knew from Steve what a ladies man he used to be. Which you understood completely, even after everything he’s been through he still had charm. 

But the more dates he went on the more you pulled away from him. It hurt to see him constantly going out with other women while you pined for him from the sidelines. He had noticed the distance growing between you. When he asked about it you would make up an excuse and tell him it was okay. 

The final straw though was when you saw him on one of the dates. You had decided to have a drink and dinner by yourself at a local restaurant. Your dinner had just arrived when you heard a familiar voice. You paused mid bite looking around until your eyes landed on him. He had on your favorite red Henley, nice form fitting jeans and a pair of dressy casual shoes. 

From where you were sitting you could see the women he was on a date with. She looked nothing like you. Different hair color, different face shape, she dressed more provocative than you did, her eyes were even a different color from yours. You felt nauseous as she reached across the table to stroke his flesh arm. 

Flagging down the waiter you asked for a box and the check. He brought it out hastily packing your food away as you put cash with the check. You told him to keep the change as you slipped from the table and towards the door. You smelled his aftershave as you passed their table. Which was conveniently on the way to the door. 

You heard him call your name as you slipped into the busy streets of the city. Quickly you blended into the crowd and made your way home. You thought about taking the subway or hailing a taxi as you walked. But you decided you needed to clear your head some and the walk back to your apartment would give you the time to. 

You regretted that decision though as an unexpected storm came pouring down from the sky. Huffing you pulled the jacket you had on tighter around your body. The bag of leftovers hanging lazily from your fingers. Your teeth started to chatter the closer you got to your block. But you hadn’t been paying attention enough to notice.

Once you rounded the corner that would take you to the tall brick building you noticed a figure sitting on the stoop. You were on high alert instantly scanning the area around you for any possible threats. Seeing none you cautiously made your way to the steps. As you got closer you could make out the person drenched in rain. 

“Buck?” You called out towards him. His head shot up as he heard your voice. 

“Doll, did you walk here?” He was out of his seat now striding over to you in a few steps. 

“Uh yea. Have you been waiting here for long?” You asked him, eyes shooting towards where he was sitting before looking towards the ground. 

“About an hour. I saw you while you were leaving the restaurant. I called out to you but you didn’t answer me. I followed you outside and you were gone. I thought you got a cab but once I got here you weren’t here so I decided to wait for you.” You shrugged your shoulders at the end of his sentence trying to remain emotionless. 

“Hey—  look at me. Why are you all upset?” He brought a finger to your chin lifting your face up to see you. He had always been able to see through your facades. The rain had started coming down heavier. His hair was sticking to his forehead and his eyelashes were littered with rain drops. 

“I’m not upset Buck.” You searched his eyes for a hint of the love you felt for him. You were surprised to see exactly that in his blue eyes. 

“I know you’re upset, please just talk to me.” His rough fingers slipped from your chin to your cheek. You took a deep shaking breath at the contact. 

“I don’t like seeing you or hearing about you going on dates. I don’t like that you are with someone that isn’t me.” You told him shakily, not trusting yourself to not cry. 

“Doll, I promise there’s no one else. You have my heart completely.” His eyes darted towards your lips as you slipped your tongue between them, licking some of the rain off them. 

“Then why have you been going on dates?” You asked him skeptically, he looked ashamed as he spoke. 

“I just needed to get my mind off you. But it never worked. You’re all I can think about. Day and night my thoughts are filled with you.” Your eyes were now on his lips as he spoke. Imagining them melded to yours. The knowledge that you ran through his mind as much as he did yours, warmed something deep inside you. 

“Kiss me Buck.” You looked at him as the rain continued to pour around you. 

“Are you sure, doll?” His voice was hesitant as he looked at your face. Studying it closely for any signs of hesitation from you. When he saw none he was slowly moving forwards. 

The kiss was soft and slow. His hands remained on your face as yours came up to cup his own. The bag of leftovers falling from your grasp. You continued to kiss out on the sidewalk covered in rain for what felt like hours until he pulled away. 

“You're shivering, let’s get inside.” You nodded, as you led him up your steps into your apartment. Once you entered you went into your room giving him an extra set of clothes before slipping into some of your own. 

You grabbed a blanket and got settled on the couch as he changed. When he slipped into the room you gestured for him to join you and he did. You fell asleep that night laying on top of him, his arms wrapped around you securely. He had his first nightmare less sleep in years as your scent and warmth surrounded him. You would talk about what this meant for the both of you in the morning. For now you would enjoy the embrace of the other.

A/N: A surprise out of schedule post today in honor of it being my besties birthday! Happy Birthday Love @theeleggymeggy! Plus a bonus gif as an extra present!❣️❣️

Tags(open): @wkndwlff @sylviebell

[winter-dayz]

Eternal Love

Pairing: Lalisa Manobal x Reader Vampire AU Genre: Angst; Fluff; Horror; Smut Words: 3410 Warnings: blood-drinking; dead dove: do not eat; depression; implied suicide; major character death; murder; sexual content (dom!reader, sub!lisa, switching dynamics, marking, thigh riding, female oral receiving, vaginal fingering); strong language; violence

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise…” I purred, staring down the golden eyes in front of me. She was just as I remembered. Her hair had changed, her fashion now matching the times, and her eyes shone with the same supernatural hint my own did. But she was still the woman I had once loved… Or she looked like her, at least.

A million memories flashed through my mind, and I could tell she was going through something similar.

Her glare softened. “I thought you died.”

“I thought I died too.” I paused, a sardonic smile playing at my lips, “But to be fair, I was the one who went to your funeral so…”

“And yet, you don’t seem surprised to see me.”

“Neither do you. I imagine we’re both quite accustomed to the bizarre and unusual.”

She nodded sagely, “Nothing surprises old women like us anymore.”

I laughed, and she cracked a smile at her own joke.

God, I had missed her.

🎃

We met in school, as cliché as that was, and we bonded quickly and easily.

It was a necessity for our situations, honestly.

The pair of us were among the first class of the women’s college in my home city. It was 1836, and among being women trying to get an education, making us outcasts to much of the public, we were both rather isolated from our fellow peers as well.

Lalisa Manobal was an immigrant. Wealthy, but “different” nonetheless. And, I was poor. While the other girls at the college came from well-off backgrounds, from families where it made sense for their daughters to obtain an education, I had used the inheritance from my grandfather to attend school. Inheritance that was intended to pay my dowry. Hence, my parents and I were rather estranged.

So when I saw Lalisa eating alone under the sun, whispers surrounding her, I felt no shame in promptly seating myself beside her.

From there, we became the best of friends.

We spent all of our time together in school. We studied together, we gossiped together, we even went on little “dates” together, as many of the city boys had eyes for the wealthy, local girls.

It was simply fun, at first, but it was all too easy to fall in love with her. Which was even more fun. A secret, forbidden love. What more could a girl dream of?

I would pass her notes, always signed ‘with love’ just to fluster her. I would visit her family estate for tea, enjoying that because we were two young women we were left unchaperoned. I would gaze at her instead of working on my knitting, sure of the hearts in my eyes that made her shy, smile smally at me, and gently remind me to pay attention to my pattern.

She was falling for me too; I could just tell.

🎃

“So we both died, huh?” Lalisa—Lisa, as she preferred now—settled onto one end of the couch after obviously scoping out the house.

I hummed in agreement, settling myself onto the other end of the couch and setting both wine glasses onto the coffee table. Lisa eyed the crystal. She must’ve recognized it if the sad smile playing on her lips was anything to go by.

“It’s AB negative.” I spoke, changing the topic whilst confirming what we both knew to be true of each other.

“That’s rare.”

I shrugged, “It’s a special occasion. We always break out the finest wines when we celebrate.”

“Are we celebrating?” Lisa’s eyes cut from the glasses to mine.

“I’ve just found out the love of my life didn’t commit suicide one hundred and eighty years ago, so yes. I’m celebrating.”

Lisa’s lips quirked at the edges into a small, playful smile. “You used to celebrate in other ways too.”

🎃

She moved slowly, hesitantly and unsure about what was happening but still with a subtle air of excitement and sensuality. She set our glasses down on the table, the crystal clinking despite her gentleness. She was so gentle with the glass as they were the ones I bought with my first paycheck to surprise her.

After refusing the arranged marriage her parents set forth, they had essentially disowned her. I was used to having nothing; Lalisa was not. But, thankfully, we had both finished our education and were working as teachers. She used her first paycheck, and some of her remaining funds from her family to buy a small house. I bought us wine glasses and wine to celebrate.

“Are you sure about this?” She asked me, voice barely a whisper. “If we do this, we will be ostracized.”

Lalisa was hesitant about my confession of love. I could not blame her. Our feelings had always been an unspoken, mutual connection that we held close to our hearts. By breathing the words into the universe, by asking her to be mine, I was unleashing something bigger than either of us. I was cementing the forbidden desires we both held dear.

“Only if anyone finds out…” I whispered back, taking a step closer.

Her fingers moved to the sides of my skirts. “They will run us out of the city.”

“We hate the city anyway.”

“Our friends and family are here.”

I settled my hands on her trim waist, leaning so that my lips caressed her ear. “I only need you, my love.”

Lalisa blushed at the implications of my words, said so sweetly yet so indecent. Her skin flushed deeply from that lovely shade of gold that I adored to a fiery, hot pink.

Before I could apologize for assuming her feelings and making her uncomfortable, I felt Lalisa’s grip on my skirts tighten, bunching the fabric at my hips. Her lips meeting mine was the softest thing I had ever felt.

I admit I had been a bit stunned. Considering that in the entirety of our flirtation, I had always taken the lead, and Lalisa had been much more demure. However, having this beautiful, intelligent, gentle woman come onto me so suddenly, I froze.

When my mind caught up to my racing heart, I deepened our kiss, and the sigh of content that escaped between Lalisa’s lips only made me want to ravage her more.

As I nipped her bottom lip, catching and tugging it between my teeth, and grasped tightly to her waist, she allowed me to manhandle her. She became soft and pliant in my hands, seemingly enjoying being lowered to our couch. Her legs even parted slightly to allow one of my own to slip between hers—both of our etiquette classes had surely been thrown out the window by now, but neither of us could find an ounce of care for that.

It was difficult to maneuver with our dresses in the way; I could not wait to remove them.

I pulled away gently, and Lalisa tried to pull me back in. A wet string connected our glossy lips, and we both broke down into giggles.

What we were doing was ridiculous. Ostracized? We would be lucky if the city did not burn us like witches for how dark the desires in our eyes were.

“You know…” Lalisa whispered to me, my fingers moving to untie her bodice without much thought. “I have imagined us together before.”

I paused. “Have you?” A shaky breath slipped past my lips. “And when have you thought of us together?”

“In the dark of night.”

My own neck and face heated from her own indecent implications. I had not been expecting something so bold. Who was I to be so gentle when she was clearly so wanting?

“We should move upstairs, darling.” Lalisa grabbed my wrist before I could practically tear her dress off. “Someone could see through the windows.”

I wasted no time, no words, before helping her off the couch. We moved swiftly up the staircase, happening upon my bedroom first. We helped each other undress to our chemises and took in the lovely shape of one another’s near-naked bodies.

“You are the most wonderful, my love,” I whispered, hands on Lalisa’s waist and guiding her to perch on the edge of my bed.

Her eyes fluttered as her head tilted back, and my lips granted her wish for a kiss once more.

She leaned away slowly, settling herself on my bed, and I—much like a hungry predator—hovered over her. Her eyes were hazed and dark, lustful and wanting something we had both been waiting much too long for.

🎃

I straddled Lisa, who leaned back on my massive bed like a proper queen ready to be pleased. Her eyes were hazy, dark, lustful. We both had been waiting much, much too long for this.

Lisa smirked as I moved over her body, hands sliding up her sides and coming to rest on her shoulders. I leaned forward with a soft smile, placing a gentle kiss on her jugular. My sensitive ears no longer could pick up the sound of her lovely heart racing, but she smelled the same. Nearly two hundred years, and Lisa still used the same perfume scents: vanilla and cedar.

As I sucked a small mark on her collarbone, Lisa whined and rutted against my thigh. I paused, giving a light chuckle at her brazenness.

“You’ve become a lot more bold over the years, my love.”

Lisa moaned, continuing to move her hips up as I tensed my thigh muscle and rubbed down against her to give her more friction. “Not more bold. Needy.” She exclaimed breathily, head falling back.

“Aw~” I tsked, “still so desperate for your own pleasure, hm?”

Despite my teasing, I had moved swiftly to remove both our bras and pants, leaving us in only lacy thongs. Her nipples pebbled against the exposure of cool air, and I couldn’t help but brush my thumbs over the peaks, sending another shiver down her spine.

I leaned down and flicked my tongue over one of the perky buds before gently sucking it into my mouth. She groaned loudly when my teeth trailed over it, spurring me to bite down harshly. I felt the skin break, her own rich blood filling my mouth with her unique flavor. When she didn’t protest, I retracted my fangs and moved upwards to the top of her breast and sank them deeply once more. Lisa screamed and trembled, pleasure wracking through her, as my venom coursed in her veins and I marked her as mine.

I lapped gently at the wound, prompting the bleeding to stop, and moved to kiss down her breasts and abdomen. Her breathing was ragged and hitched when I began to trail the kisses lower down her hip bone and across her thighs.

I hummed, “What is it, my love? What is it you crave?”

“You. Always you.” Lisa rasped.

“And you will always have me,” I smirked into the soft flesh that met between her thighs. My tongue flicked out, tasting the wetness that dripped from her. “Just from a little marking, my love? So, so wet just from claiming you?”

I didn’t wait for her answer, instead gripping her hips to hold her in place while my tongue began brushing against her clit. Lisa cried out, unable to squirm away with my grip on her, and resorted to grinding her dripping pussy against my mouth instead.

Feeling merciful, I removed one hand from holding her in a bruising grip and swirled my thumb around her clit, while I kept my tongue buried in the heat of her, drinking up everything I could.

“Please, please!” Lisa begged. Her head was thrown back, mouth dropped open and eyes squeezed shut in pure ecstasy. Her brow furrowed into a silent scream as I slid two fingers into her. Curling gently, her hips bucked, and she whimpered again, “More~”

“More?”

She nodded furiously, and I complied. I moved my mouth away ever so slightly, so that I could slip a third finger into her and grind my palm against her clit. We moved in sync: her grinding and clenching on my fingers; me alternating between lapping and swirling my thumb against her bud while my fingers rubbed against the rough patch inside.

“Fuck, Y/N!” Lisa finally jolted as her pussy clamped down, and she screamed as she came.

With the recovery speed expected of a vampire, Lisa grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up to straddle her thighs. She smirked as I groaned when my own hot wetness met the soft muscle.

“It’s your turn. Use me, darling.” Her voice was heady and rough from her previous screams. I had never heard her like that; she’d never commanded me like that. As new as it was, I enjoyed the new change in dynamics.

I complied, easily grinding down and chasing my own pleasure using Lisa’s tightened thigh muscle. As I chased the friction and my eyes fluttered closed, I felt her thumb come to circle my clit. I was already so, so close—pleasuring Lisa had always done that to me—but the feeling of her own fangs sinking into the swell of my breast tipped me over.

An orgasm so strong, whiting out my vision and leaving a ringing in my ear, burst within me as the claim she made on me settled into my chest.

“Lalisa… fuck~” I whimpered, falling forward against her. She settled back to the bed, taking me with her, and we cuddled in our post-reunion haze.

I brushed my nose against her cheek, fingers gently circling the claw indents I left on her hips. I felt Lisa’s own hands stroking up and down my spine, barely tracing over the swell of my ass.

“You still look at me like that…” Lisa whispered softly, eyes glistening with tears.

I smiled gently, “Like you’re my whole world, my love?”

She hummed in agreement. “You know you’re mine too, right darling?”

“I should hope so after we just made each other see stars,” I teased. Lisa giggled. I had really fucking missed that giggle.

After a quiet moment, Lisa sobered. She hesitated, her fingers stilling on the curve of my waist. Finally, reluctantly, she murmured out,  “What happened that night?”

“Oh…” I swallowed. That night… Fuck.

🎃

It had been a quiet night, seemingly pleasant with only the dim glow of the moon to lead me back home to my beloved. We had just confessed our love and began our lives together. If I had been more focused on my surroundings, on the dark shadow following me through the alleys and the heavy, foreboding feeling in the air, then maybe that night would have turned out differently.

Maybe I would have never been damned to become a monster.

But alas, it was in the cover of the darkness that a man emerged before me. He had been a suitor of mine, jilted without a reason, and apparently, he was angry about such.

The man—his name honestly unimportant—stared me down with eyes dark as coal, the only hint of color was an underlying tinge of red. It was terrifying, reminding me of blood. His steps were silent, yet full of wrath when he approached me. Well, it was more like he was stalking towards me. Like I was his prey.

With hindsight, I realized I was. He had been a predator lurking in the night, and when he happened upon me running late errands—the one who had wounded his pride—he couldn’t resist locking onto me. His hunger was gnawing at his core and fueled further on by his rage.

When he had gotten close enough that the shadows parted from his face, truly allowing me to face his monstrous form, his grin twisted into something only dreamt of in nightmares. Long fangs, sharp and deadly, were revealed. Dried blood sat on his lip, most likely from his previous victim. The red in his eyes burned brighter as the sight of my fear.

“Well, well, well… If it isn’t my precious lady.” He sneered. His body was so relaxed, as if he knew there was no way I could get away. “So you decide to reject me for another whore like yourself, hm?” He spat, red-tinged saliva spewing, “Disgusting.”

I wanted to snap back. Or even question just how he knew that I had refused his proposal for Lalisa. But I was paralyzed, frozen in my fear of this demon.

He laughed. Cruel and harsh. Inhuman. Within a blink, he had lunged at me, and his unnatural fangs had sunken into my neck. My screams were muffled with his hand, his iron grip merciless as he held my silent and still. I could feel my blood spilling, pouring out. He was feasting on not only my flesh but also the pleasure he received from draining me.

My body weakened, my life drifting away, and all I could see was the fountain of my own blood spewing into the alley. I was certain he had ripped out my jugular with how much red there was everywhere.

And then there was nothing.

I awoke several days later, though. I was no longer human, rather a monster myself. A vampire.

His coven leader had explained what I could not recall… After my jilted suitor had attempted to murder me and turn me, a crowd leaving a nearby pub had stumbled upon my supposed corpse. The ruckus caught the leader’s attention, who had been out hunting himself. Although my suitor escaped the vengeful mob, his leader got a hold of him. He was quite bothered that because of his subordinate’s carelessness the whole coven would have to uproot and move. Thus, he decapitated him and burned his remains.

I was taken into the leader’s protection, or custody rather. Taught the proper, careful ways to be a vampire. How to hunt, both animals and humans, and how to not get caught.

I only returned to my home once.

When I heard news that my beloved had committed the grave sin of taking her own life.

I attended her funeral. I mourned.

🎃

Lisa explained her side to me when I finished the story of my own death.

She had never committed suicide, despite how tempted she often was. She explained that they had brought her in to confirm the identity of my body the morning after the attack.

I was, apparently, nearly unrecognizable with half of my throat torn away and nearly all of the blood drained from my body. She told me I was blue in the face; it looked like I had been dead for weeks and not merely a night.

Lisa was supposed to arrange my funeral, but my body went missing from the city’s morgue later that night. As we both know now, my former coven leader had taken me out to watch over my transition carefully.

She couldn’t sleep for weeks. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw my corpse, and she thought it was her fault. Loving her is what killed me. I told her she was wrong. Loving her is the only thing that kept me going in life and in undeath.

“I became obsessive…” Lisa mumbled into the crook of my neck. “I didn’t want to live anymore, but there was always something about your death that felt so unnatural to me.”

She sought out a vampire of her own. How she did it, I’ll never know, but she always was driven when she had a clear goal in mind. The vampire had a penchant for drinking from their own kind, taboo but not unheard of—especially in the days when it was so dangerous to hunt humans. Lisa had struck a deal that if she turned her and helped stage a suicide, the older vamp could use Lisa as a blood bag.

It only took a month for Lisa to turn on her and rip the older vamp’s throat out when she was too hungry and weak to fight back.

We both laid in silence, considering our long history and time apart, but eventually, Lisa broke the silence with a soft whisper, “Will you promise me something?”

I hummed.

“Promise me we won’t lose each other again.”

I smiled gently, looking over to meet Lisa’s golden eyes. They looked so sad, but no tears fell. Centuries of tears had been shed over our lost love. No more ever would be.

“I promise you, my eternal love. I will be with you until the end of times.”

[fairykazu]

art museum ft. albedo, ganyu & keqing ⊹ ࣪ ˖

cws: established relationship: ganyu, mutual pining: albedo, one sided pining: keqing, fluff, slight jealousy, dates, reader is implied to be feminine; reader can be taken as gn!

notes: i wanted to write for kazuha but i couldn't think of ideas for him :'(

mlist | based on headcanons

ALBEDO

he wanted to take you somewhere you can see his feelings for you

since you both share the love for the arts, he decided to show you his exhibit of his recent or oldest works

he didnt expect you to share the same feelings as him

it was your first time being at an art museum or at least being accompanied with someone. well, actually, it wasn’t really an art museum when really, its more like an art exhibit. albedo’s art exhibit.

even though, he is the host, he was walking around with you linked to his arm. “albedo? what’s this piece about?”

you pointed to a painting that were more abstract than the others. albedo’s fair complexion reddens a little, “it’s about me experiencing love for the first time.”

“really?” you said, tilting your head. he looked at the expression on your face, your face twisted into jealousy.no matter how you tried, albedo can read you just as easily as a book. “i envy that girl you loved to make that.” you tried to laugh it off but in your eyes, you didn’t find the joke to be funny.

albedo chuckled, which his laugh snapped your attention to him, peeling your eyes off of the piece. “what?”

“this piece was influenced by my love for you.”

“wait what?”

albedo watched how you experienced the stages of grief within ten minutes.

“OH.”

he laughed again as you tangled your fingers in his flax hair. “do you get it?”

“yesyes!”

GANYU

you two had been waiting for ganyu to have a day off to plan another date

usually your planned dates dont go so well so you try to make a spontaneous one and pray it works

surprisingly it does

as you two were already on a date, however when you saw an art museum, you knew you had to take your girlfriend there. today was unfortunately the only day ganyu had time off from work but you were ready to switch gears and make this date the best of all.

“yu! lets go here.” you said, pointing to an art museum. ganyu tilted her head, squinting at the sign.

“the… enchanted canvas?” she fiddled with the ends of her dress.

you confirmed, “yes!” glancing at her face, you reassured her, “i know what youre thinking but dont worry about the costs! i got you,”

you showed her your wallet, packed jammed with money. too much money but she cant stop you from buying for her or not allowing her to pay.

“okay!” the both of you entered, seeing the rows of pieces around the walls. the glass cases of different arts from all over the world.

due to the different aesthetics you both have, naturally, you both separated. you came across a painting that was blue, actually, different variations of blue. the artist used golden accents to highlight the plant they chose to use in the painting. hydrangeas. these colors and especially the flower reminds you of ganyu.

“yuyu!” you said, hoping she caught your voice. behind you, you heard familiar clacks of heels. “hm?”

“this painting reminds me of you.” you pointed to the large canvas framed in gold. ganyu chuckled, “thank you, sweetheart. ive seen one that reminds me of you too.”

“yu, do you think i can buy this for you?”

“name, with both of our savings combined, i dont think we can buy this.” she joked, but really was trying to convince you not to buy the painting.

“hmm.”

“do you want to see the painting or…”

you changed your mind, or seemed to. “yes, lets go see it!”

KEQING

keqing had been admiring you for far too long and realized that the feelings she thought was platonic were actually romantic

on todays hang out you both have topics to share

“keqing, where do you wanna go for today’s daily debrief?” you asked. the both of you met up at a local cafe and usually on every friday, you both talk about whats happening in your life. but keqing noticed that you have been flaking every other friday making her concerned for you, which is why she called a debrief on a thursday instead. “let’s go to the art museum. the one reel you sent on instagram.”

“oooh! ive been wanting to go to the glided gallery.” you replied in excitement. keqing nodded as she pulled out her phone,

“its a 5 minute walk from here. lets go.”

- - -

you and the purple haired girl walked into the museum. seeing how every other person was dressed, you felt embarrassed because of how underdressed you felt.

“‘qing dont i look like underdressed?” you asked, feeling the regret seeped into your bones. keqing seemed like she brushed it aside but really, she was thinking really hard on what to say to you. “no. you look gorgeous.”

“oh! thank you. so what did you want to talk about keqing?”

keqing winced, she had forgotten the reason why she invited you in the first place. other than asking you why you flaked out, she likes you. as in, likes-likes you.

“i was going to ask why did you flake out on the last meeting, n/n.”

“oh!” you said, flustered a little. “thats because ive been talking to this guy-”

a guy? again? hasnt enough guys broke your heart

“and hes really sweet. i think you know him actually! xiao?”

oh. nevermind, this guy would never break your heart.

“ohh, hes loyal.”

“isnt he?!”

“um, lets go pver here.”

unluckily, keqing thought. this section shows the romantic side of artists. “oh okay, wait, keqing, was there more you wanted to tell me? i can tell on your face.”

keqing’s heart and brain fought between confessing to you and not telling you. its a cycle she goes through, laying on her bed to everyday thought. she was going to confess but after hearing you have another boyfriend. she decided against it, bringing this secret to the death bed.

“oh. no, i just wanted to show you how this painting is really cute.”

“youre right, it is.” you were mesmerized by the painting hung on the wall, you couldnt see that keqing was just as enchanted just by looking at you.

[strwberri-milk]

May i suggest a fic or whatever of Kaeya inspired by this song??? It's just so cute to think of it!!!

Hmm I'm going to Indulge a bit :D the reason why ive chosen this trope is bc 1) this song gives me driving at night vibes 2) i konw nothing about mj outside of my friend in elementary LOVED his music and was devestated when he died 3) this song also makes me think of fall in middleschool and that disctinve smell but?? you and him are not staying as tiny children i just used my school experience to set up context :D

You don't know much about Kaeya, other than the fact that the two of you have grown up in the same area. As far as you're concerned, your friend groups don't have much in common and his crowd was very different than yours.

However, he was polite, and you liked that enough. Whenever you two had a class together he made it a point to say hi to you, and if he was sat next to you he'd even make conversation. Outside of that, you had no reason to seek him out, especially thanks to the throng of people he seemed to surround himself with.

Unfortunately for you, Kaeya's somehow developed a devastating crush on you. You didn't seem to remember this, but once when he was younger and new to the school you sat and played with him through many a recess. He knows he's changed a lot, but he had no idea it was so drastic you couldn't put two and two together.

He thought it was just something passing, and that if he spent time with other people he'd get over it. But, the more time passed the more this ache to have you in his life persisted. Kaeya could never act on it - he was far too terrified to change the seemingly inert state of your relationship.

For now, he'd satisfy himself by just spending time with you in class every so often, or waving hello to you in the halls. It wasn't until his last year of high school when he thought he was over you that he realised he was dead wrong. Being assigned the same home room and having to see each other at least once a day minimum made his heart skip a beat every morning, nervously checking his appearance to see if he could get your attention.

Yes, he feels a little desperate, no, he's not mad about it.

"So, did you apply for early admission?"

You look up and see Kaeya, looking behind him to see if any of his friends are behind him. You assume he's just killing some time, scooching over to let him sit down next to you until you're forced to stay in homeroom for once.

"Yeah, I did. You?"

He sighs a little, blowing his fringe out of his face.

"Yeah. I got accepted."

You raise a brow, looking at him a little impressed. Kaeya's been a good student as far as you knew, so you're not surprised but considering that applications just opened for University two weeks ago you can't help but be taken aback.

"Wow. I'm pretty nervous. Did you get a safety school too?"

"Nervous? You'll be fine - everyone gets in, and you do well in class," he reassures, resting his head on the desk.

"And I did. I'm just waiting for the safety schools to respond just in case I change my mind."

Kaeya knew that with graduation creeping up on everyone he was running out of time to try and confess. He's been trying to get the gall to do it, building himself up every morning but failing miserably whenever he sees you.

"Yeah. I'm planning to just go to school locally like everyone else does. Not exactly rich enough to go abroad. Or smart enough," you laugh, fiddling with a pen.

"I want to go there too!" he says a little too excitedly, clearing his throat as an attempt to cover up.

"Diluc, my older brother, goes there too and I think it'd be nice to stay local. Maybe we'll see each other?"

"Hopefully! The transit will be a bitch though, right?"

Kaeya sees this as his chance, speaking before his mind can catch up.

"I can drive you! We have to make our own schedules so if ours align then we can carpool. I won't make you pay gas or anything, just in company." He winks at you, hoping that his charm is coming out, not nerves.

"Sure, if you want. That'd be nice - only if it works out for both of us, alright?"

He nods in response, trying not to bounce his knee too aggressively at how excited he is at the prospect.

Fast forward some years later and the two of you are deeply embroiled in your studies. You got accepted where you wanted to be, and Kaeya ended up deciding to stick with his first choice at the local school. To his delight, he was able to strike up a stronger relationship with you, now both friends rather than classmates.

He drives you to class or makes you drive his car the mornings he's too tired to. You meet on campus between breaks, have lunch together, or crash each other's classes on occasion when someone's bored. It's everything he could have asked for but that doesn't stop that yearning he thought would go away.

He's tried other people, wanting to see if he could get over you without a rejection but it seems like he can't, mumbling lightly to himself as he waits outside the building you're in to pick you up.

He needs an answer today, even if it's no. Just something to finally shut up the voice in his head saying it might be a yes and to just finally shoot his shot after all these years. His fingers drum against the steering wheel, eyes watching as people flood out of the building for your familiar form.

"I always have so much fun with you," you say after catching your breath from a stupid joke Kaeya made, leaning back in your reclined seat as you look out his car window and out to the trail.

"I'm not wrong though," he says, still laughing a bit. "Why are we parked outside of a park when we could just go walk around!"

"It's nice to just be like this, don't you think?"

You sigh a little, yawning and closing your eyes as you take in the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. The sun is beginning to set, washing you both in reds and pinks and he takes the opportunity to admire you.

He knows that if he doesn't act soon he could lose you forever. Your journeys at school are beginning to close, giving him less of a chance to guarantee time with you. His heart thuds loudly in his chest, desperate for the chance to finally make his feelings known.

He opens his mouth, not expecting the weak little noise that comes out. You turn to face him, holding back a teasing laugh to give him your full attention. He tries again, finally finding the words.

"I'm in love with you. I have been since the day we met and I just want you to give me a chance. Can you do that? Please?"

He hates how desperate he sounds, playing with the edge of his sleeves and averting your gaze to avoid looking at you. He has no idea if you'll say yes or no, slowly raising his eyes back to yours when he feels you put your hand on his.

"I thought you'd never ask."

[hopetorun]

For your fic writers ask list, 7, 18, & 32 pls - a/carouselstars ♥️

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

it's a very straightforward one, i think, but i just love getting to shape a whole story and craft something coherent and complete and compelling and satisfying! it's very rewarding to have an idea of something in my head and make it into a whole thing! especially a thing that other people enjoy or connect with or moved by!

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

January 22, 2022 Rogers Place, Edmonton Flames 3 – Oilers 5

Matthew gets there first, collapses down onto the bed. He thinks about taking his pants off first, because he feels like putting on a show, but he doesn’t actually move before the door opens. Matthew still doesn’t move. Leon’s hand lands on his ass, firm, and he squeezes.

“You played well tonight,” he says. Matthew hums.

“We still can’t beat you,” Matthew mutters. It’s muffled by the pillow. Leon smacks his ass a couple times, not hard enough to hurt.

“I’m just glad we finally won a fucking game.”

A few more footsteps, and then the bed shifts and creaks as Leon drops down next to him. His arm falls across Matthew’s back, and they’re sharing a pillow. There’s a heartbeat of silence, and another, and Leon sighs, gusty.

Matthew wants—he doesn’t know what he wants. He wiggles closer to Leon, until their hips are touching. Leon sighs again, and he presses even closer to Matthew. “Tippett’s gonna get fired,” he says. “Feels shitty to be excited about someone losing their job.”

The silence after that feels heavier. Matthew doesn’t know what to say. “We dropped seven games in a row,” Leon continues.

“I know,” Matthew says.

Leon snorts. “Of course you do.”

“I pay attention.”

This time, when Leon squirms, he ends up with his head tucked against Matthew’s arm. It’s not like he’s never seen Leon tired before; long games, long season, late nights on the bed in here. But this is different. It feels like Leon wants something from him, comfort or reassurance or maybe just someone he can say this shit to.

Matthew gets his arm out from between them and manages to tangle his fingers in the ends of Leon’s hair. It’s still wet at his nape.

“They made Bouch first star tonight,” Leon mumbles.

Matthew can’t choke back his snort. “He’s a good kid,” he manages. Leon bites at the muscle of his arm. “Maybe if you were less pissy.”

(from preference)

when i first started putting this fic together, i did a lot of timeline research -- what games the flames and oilers played, the outcomes of those games, penalties, highlights, etc, but also some broader stuff like win or loss streaks going into the games, the timing of coach firings, so on. a lot of the time those details didn't really inform what i chose to do in the story, but they really clearly did here and i enjoyed being able to pull so much stuff in, even if people reading it wouldn't necessarily need to pick up on it! the repercussions of a 7-game losing streak and the emotion tied into that, plus the knowledge that tippett was in fact fired shortly after this game, gave me a nice setup for leon to be more vulnerable with matthew, and specifically to be vulnerable about something that isn't sex. and then for them to have sex that doesn't feel like it's a little bit about hockey, which is important for them!

i actually thought a weird amount about the three stars/winner's room connection for this story. a lot of fic i think pretty just uses those to determine who's doing the picking for the winner's room, but they're chosen by local media and it gets weird sometimes! i wanted there to be some discretion there, like they're suggestions but deviating from them is normal. anyway it also cracked me up that leon was not first star of this game (2g, 2a, including the gwg) and evan bouchard was (2g). also a fact that informs one meaningless line of dialogue in this scene: bouchard played 43 games for the 2015-16 london knights.

sorry to leon for making fun of him for being pissy. i do it with love.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

i really wish i did a better job keeping track of lines i love! i ought to just record them all in a journal or something but i always get distracted. anyway i had to go on a quest to find the name of this poem bc i think about it a lot but am, as mentioned, bad at keeping up with things: rehearsal notes by len verwey, which ends with

where the script says scream a step to the side and possibly a finger touched to the mouth will do.

but also, and on a very different note, i think all the time about the dedications in the series of unfortunate events books.

[sparky-the-springbot]

I’d like to tell you a story because I’m in M mode and bored and a lot of the most fun things to do are off limits when I’m on Earth.

Once upon a time on a far away planet, there was a prison, and in that prison was a Mechanism. Me. I had been on that planet with the others, having our usual brand of fun, when I got caught. Getting caught can be fun for the first little bit, but thanks to a certain idiot (read: Marius Von scrapping Raum!) yelling “Don’t let them flip your switch, Sparky!” the local authorities found out about my switch and promptly flipped it.

With that ‘change in perspective’ I decided it would be best to just go with them and do what they said, and hope I could get out on good behavior. Turns out that after a few years and a failed breakout attempt by some rebels, the warden decided the information surrounding my switch would be better as a secret, and after a few decades, no one knew what it did or even what I was in jail for.

True to my word and my programming, I was on my best behavior. I even smiled. At people. When I wasn’t happy. I have no idea how I didn’t loose my mind, but then again I think quite differently when I’m in goody-goody mode. It’s so wild, I actually have memories of asking the guards of my prison cell how their day was and actually caring about the answer.

But that’s not the point.

Several decades passed in this dingy basement of a prison. It was all too similar to the cave I spent my first dismal decades in. My only comfort was that unlike that unfortunate early period of my life, my processing power was working fast as ever, so I could think, and I could talk to the people that guarded my cell or came to give me water or wanted to interview me about various things.

Since, after a few years, no one knew why I was in jail anymore, a new warden decided to very publicly and showily give me a second chance. I think he was looking to get elected as governor and wanted this to counter claims that he would be too harsh and controlling. He let me out and even let me live in his house with his wife. Of course, he followed the strict instructions from his predecessors to make sure my switch was never touched.

Because I was in W mode, I ended up doing housework for them, all with a cheery smile, but secretly I did not warm to them. If I’m in W mode, then if someone can’t tell I don’t like them, I’m doing my job correctly. The warden was more than happy to have me help out around the house and was generally opposed to me leaving, except for very public outings where he showed off how kind and welcoming he was for taking in this stranger from another world. (He was never that kind in private). His wife was able to pursue more of her hobbies now that I was doing the house work, but he didn’t seem to like that. He criticized her art and mocked her crochets, and said she didn’t do any work to support their family, and he couldn’t even give him a child. Her response? “Why don’t you take that thing as a child since you seem to like it so much.”

See, the Warden had told his wife not to flip my switch, but he had never told her why, as he himself did not know, but he never wanted to admit that to anyone. I’m not sure how he didn’t know, but I suspect he wasn’t paying attention when the previous warden told him. And soon the wife began to speculate on what my switch did that he was keeping secret. She wondered if it would make me be able to help out even more, or perhaps unlock some ability that would help her but not her husband.

The thing about my core is that it is powered by blue matter which inspires my creativity in singing and just generally being more whimsical than your average space pirate, and it is surrounded by my organic bones which are infused with red matter that fuels my passion for the things and people I love (and hate). but when I'm in W mode for a long time, it's harder for the two to mix, since the red matter can't get into my core. so instead, it mixes on the outside, where it gradually leaks outward into the air, where it can influence people to want to flip my switch if they didn't already have a reason not to. it's not something I can control, but it often works out in my favor.

One day when she was feeling very cross with the Warden, she snuck up behind me while I was doing the dishes and flipped my switch. I, of course didn’t want to give away what it was that it actually did so soon, so I merely said “Thanks! I was in pain before, but you flipping the switch made me feel much better!” And left it at that. But on the inside, I was celebrating finally being able to have my revenge. That night, I took the warden’s weapons from his personal supply and I got payback on that planet for locking me up and then treating me like some charity case. Luckily, I caused enough chaos and death that the intergalactic authorities were called, and then it was a simple matter of sneaking onboard their ship to hack their communications and let my crew know where I was.

When I was back onboard, I made sure to shoot Marius and Jonny a few times for good measure. Everyone gets left behind sometimes, and at least it was no 100 years in a sun.

[angelpuns]

Neon Au infodump tiiiiiimmeee:

So most of this au is the same as Rise!, as far as side characters and the events that go on -

However Splinter parents a little differently. He's slightly more strict - and definitely yells a lot more. Like he still ignores them for the most part but when they were kids he was just super strict n yelled a lot over mostly nothing.

Anyway.

They're neon colors/more unnaturally colored in this au because the ratio of ooze to their bodies was greater than in the show which just made their colors develop a little differently. Kinda like how human mutants change colors, it's similar to that.

Vinci definitely became the anxiety ridden lad he is today because Sanzio has always been super overprotective and Simon has always pushed back and wanted to go to the surface - so Vinci is sort of stuck in the middle with wanting to stay safe and wanting to explore. Nico doesn't have nearly as much anxiety as Vinci or Sanzio, however he does get nervous in crowds and he tends to get overstimulated when there's huge weather changes.

Nico doesn't rely on his tech as much as he SHOULD, but that's because he knows its faulty. He's come a long way from when he was kid, but he still tends to blow stuff up on accident. It's not like he isn't smart enough - its more like his brain makes connections and he builds the tech almost PERFECTLY except for one tiny thing and it always ends up with an explosion.

Sanzio v much has eldest sibling syndrome - he's super anxious about everything ( like Vinci ) but he's also super good at hiding it. He copes with humor. He tries to be the fun older sibling but ends up forcing it too much sometimes and causing more problems on accident. He also has had to practice holding his anger in a LOT, but Simon makes it a little hard sometimes. He used to yell a lot more about Simon sneaking out but was afraid he sounded too much like Splinter and so has pulled back a bit from hanging out with Simon ( they used to be a lot closer but Sanzio being overprotective combined with him pulling back on purpose has sort of cracked their relationship )

Simon is just angry cause he's been treated like a baby his whole life. He just wants go out and do art and explore New York without Sanzio being overprotective. He likes spending time with Nico because Nico also loves getting into mishaps. Vinci too, but Vinci tends to be just as anxiously overprotective as Sanzio sometimes so if its something super dangerous he either goes alone or takes Nico with him. Also hangs out with April the most out of all of them. ( POV I'm so sad Simon n Vinci can't have the same ' youngest bros gotta stock together' relationship as Leo n Mikey but it just wouldn't make sense )

Nico is v much an optimist and always down to get into trouble with everyone, he especially loves dragging Vinci out to experience the city - cause Vinci would never go out on his own and try these things. Nico is Splinter's favorite because he ' doesn't cause trouble ' however that's just cause Nico is very good at lying and somehow always gets out of it. Vinci/Sanzio almost always take the blame anyway. He and Vinci ate the twins ever, except Nico sometimes gets frustrated that Vinci won't do too much out of his comfort zone. Like he gets it, he just wants his brother to relax a little - at least Sanzio is willing to pretend to relax.

Vinci was also a lot like Nico as a kid but then once Splinter stopped paying attention to them he stopped masking as hard and ended up an anxious mess ( haha he just like me fr)

Neurodivergent babies:

They're all autistic

Vinci is high anxiety/autism and he's bad at masking ( he was better at it as a kid but once he stopped he sort of stopped being able to do it as much)

Sanzio is p similar except he's high masking and is much better at hiding how anxious he is.

Nico is local AudHd and is also terrible at masking ( he mostly just didn't ever feel like he had to )

Simon also high masking autism, a little bit ADHD

I'd love to hear hcs for them tho (I truly only feel equipped to write autistic/ADHD characters so I don't have other ones but if y'all do my ears are open )

Also pronouns are a wip - all I know for sure is Vinci's are maybe gonna be he/neopronouns ( because again this au is just me projecting and I think neos are super cute I just am not sure about them for myself )

Sorry this is so long I'm just writing my thoughts out so that they're recorded somewhere <3

[acquaintedwithrask]

Hi! I saw you saying youre a teacher on a random post. Would love to know what made ya choose tha profession and what in your opinion are the basic bare minimum necessities one has to possess in order to consider that profession for their daily bread.

Whew these are great questions but I could talk about this subject for hours 😅 apologies in advance for this novel.

So, my parents were both teachers. And many of my extended family members-- on both sides of my family. A few of my cousins and their spouses chose teaching as we grew up, too. It felt natural to choose teaching. I've seen what this profession was, growing up through the 90's and early 00's, and I started my teaching career in 2010 when I graduated college. All this to say that the profession has changed a LOT, and so the answers to those questions are dramatically different now than then.

There's still the grand reasons for teaching: getting to help kids, getting to be part of their development into a good person, righting the wrongs of your childhood/school days in some small way. There's also the more practical reasons: it's a salaried career with built in retirement and benefits. (These used to be much stronger; I cannot afford the house my parents raised me in on 2 teacher salaries). Also, no 2 days of teaching are the same. There are logistical challenges to puzzle out. It's a lot of people management and planning ahead. It's getting to have a lot of social interaction and relationships, not just with kids but other adults.

Nowadays, if I'm being honest, idk why anyone would become a teacher. I know every old person says this, but the kids really are different now. Yeah, you've always had rough ones, but now teachers are getting assaulted, cussed at, and just completely disrespected, on a daily or near daily basis, and there's little to no consequences. We have more kids with trauma than school resources can help-- schools have always been underfunded but now its even worse-- and many many parents don't respect teachers and/or don't have any idea how to parent their kids, and/or don't have the time, money, or energy to do so. The failings of capitalism are the most apparent in our public school system, and that's by design. Public school is being eroded so business owners can edge in on it and make their own schools. Unions are at a fraction of their prior strength. I won't be surprised if in another decade we have mostly privately owned schools, and public schools are only the kids whose parents are too poor to get them into those, and kids who's behavior got them removed from those schools, with poorly trained teachers and no money.

All that to say, I've looked at other career paths, but I'm 12 years in to this profession and, despite all odds, I still like it. I'm damn good at it. More than ever kids need someone to give at least half a shit. The pandemic seriously aged (traumatized) me and I learned I can't put as much of my heart into things, but I get by right now. It's a lot better when you've got some established relationships. And there's the financial stability to consider.

As far as the traits you need to be a teacher, number one is patience. You just cannot take anything personally. You must experience ego death. You must be able to stay calm. Number two is empathy and being able to see things from another POV and respecting that viewpoint even if you don't agree. I could go on for ages because teachers do basically a thousand different things in a day; you have to be organized enough to plan and coordinate people, you have to be good at communicating especially via text, you need tech literacy skills.

Teaching is a vital and exciting and exhausting and rewarding job. We need good teachers, desperately, but we won't get nearly enough of them with how things are going. This is my perennial plea to anyone reading to pay attention to your local city council and school board elections. Find out who the teacher union endorses. Always vote yes on school levies. If you have kids, reach out to the teacher to ask how you can help. ❤️

[m3rkur3]

in this 5am post i talk about how i feel about the Rusty Quill allegations and (inexplicably) how using an anarchist co-op approach in the industry could maybe possibly potentially have not allowed these issues to happen (from experience!)

honestly please read cuz now i want to start a podcasting co-op and it would be great if others did too.

i really loved tma (until plot>statements cuz i can't really follow the plot that much and i much prefer anthology horror that only hints at a wider plot and this is quite a long tangent actually) so this is kinda disappointing fr.

as someone who works in an anarchist co-op it's interesting to see how business who start out with horizontal leadership & pay devolve into full-on capitalist practices. is this inevitable? can i trust in the process? our bar, for example, works. at least, that's what it looks like to me. we're all paid the same, we all have equal rights within the business, we all have a stake in it, even though we all do very different jobs: bartending, hosting, talent-sourcing, sound-tech...ing. but i guess a massive difference is intent. from the start, the bar had a mission: prove that a business model like ours can work in parallel with capitalist businesses, creating networks of anarchist businesses, federation stuff etc etc, spread the anti-capitalist, if not explicitly anarcho-communist message throughout the city. a local bakery/cafe is also doing just that and they are fricking booming tbqh, it's remarkable.

with rusty quill, it's not a co-op, it's a capitalist business. hence the CEO. could the bar scale to this level and keep its core mission intact? well, i guess another difference is the fact that not only do we not expect to scale in that way, neither are we gonna franchise. it doesn't make sense. our aim would be to help other upcoming co-ops and related create their OWN co-ops, not come under our wing and become a massive co-op. is it possible to create a workers co-op in the podcasting world? pay everyone the same wage but keep that wage a healthy amount above minimum wage? No bosses, just people who do it because even in the hard times its what they WANT to do. Any creative job could be like that under a different system.

underneath this cut i go into a little detail of what i think a rudimentary podcasting co-op would look like and how it solves at least 1 (one) of RQs missteps and honestly i did not expect to talk about this and its 5am so it's a bit of a ramble but tldr; i think its possible and (obvs i'm biased) much preferable. given the time, interested people, and literally any knowledge of podcasting, would try to implement. tldr 2: capitalism sucks and it will kill everything you love if you're not paying attention.

I mean that's what we're trying to do. We are a grassroots music venue in a place that people never consider when they think about the country's culture. and yet we've managed to be a hotspot for people who've heard about us from word-of-mouth whenever our city is mentioned. yes, in general we have shit advertising but what works works lmfao.

so back to RQ: my point is it literally doesn't have to be like that. the music industry, from local venues to big studios, is extremely exploitative and such a scummy example of capitalism at work but WE MANAGED! Against the odds, a blooming spot in a tired, dying town. Can other industries do the same? Can podcasters do the same?

What would be the issue? What are the differences that make it more or less difficult? What issues befell RQ? Mismanagement and lack of communication? In a co-op, would this be fixed? I would venture a tentative "yes", because you no longer rely on a central body to have these discussions. You are the decision maker, as is everyone in the business. If it's "we should raise our pay", everyone else can say "well we want to pay for this studio or that bit of advertising, maybe we shouldn't" or they can say "yes, good idea because we have this surplus and can afford to spend less on this kind of microphone" or whatever. Everyone votes to change an established reality, and if there's a consensus, we go ahead! If it's a query that would affect only YOU and YOUR production, guess what? you need ask NO ONE!

This is just one of the ways in which i see a way out for this industry. Eventually, capitalism will come for every last one of our beautiful, independent podcasts. It's obviously already happening. And then the monopolization of it all into one, formless, Disney blob. Podcasts, one of the last bastions of high-quality, widely accessible art that so many people love and anyone can create, succumbing to the maw of the approaching terror that is the death of creativity at the behest of the invisible hand. This isn't about Rusty Quill anymore, really. I am just advocating for one of my favorite things to wrest itself from its destiny before it becomes nothing. All we'll have are the podcasts that made us think and feel decades ago:(

This became me just telling everyone to form co-ops. Also join the IWW - it's a massive international workers union. kill capitalism before it kills the things you love. do things today that make sure those things can continue being a light tomorrow. honestly, if making a podcasters co-op is viable then pls someone do it, i know nothing about podcasting, i cannot act or make sounds in microphones of high quality, so there's not much i can do on my own really. but if literally more than one person got up to this part then 1) you are a champ and 2) lmk if this is a good idea cuz rn my body is saying yes it is and that i can do anything rn.

i am sorry that this is just a stream of conciousness rambling, again i have been prescribed new adhd medication and accidentally took more than they told me to.

I am doing this instead of my C++ assignment. If anyone can also tell me how to understand operational amplifiers or how to calculate the uncertainty of a standard platinum resistance thermometer that would be fantastic.

xoxo not a girl

[timegears-moved]

totk rant anon back again with one (1) potentially positive piece of info: turns out the froggy set DOES work as advertised, you just have to upgrade it twice for the set bonus. or at least i haven't slipped while wearing the full set since i upgraded it. but anyway that's enough about totk for now.

good luck with getting through aoc! i personally find it a lot easier to excuse the questionable writing in that game than in totk because revali is in it and i am deeply biased. that said, the game is definitely more fun if you pay less attention to the main cutscenes and more attention to the little character details in sidequests & mid-battle dialogue (sadly, i don't think there are any comprehensive compilations of said dialogue, though i have been planning to make one for at least revali. one of these days.)

aoc also has the same problem that botw (and likely totk as well) had, where the english localization is just... off sometimes, which compounds the writing issues. for example, in That cutscene, where english revali is complaining about "this nobody", his original dialogue is him demanding "why is LINK the leader" in the most petulant tone ever, and it's way funnier in my opinion. (i also don't think he refers to link as "failed" at the end of the medoh battle either??) plus, for that one sidequest that claims revali called the flight range upgrades "adequate", as far as i could tell other languages outright state that he seemed pleased with the upgrades. it's not a huge difference, but it's a little less "wow it's so surprising revali was exhibiting basic decency" and a little more "he was acting like he didn't care but he clearly cared".

oh yeah and the "you're good, but i'm better" line was originally more along the lines of "impressive, but that's as far as you go". again, a subtle difference, but more appropriate for someone who believed he was in a life-or-death battle with a legitimate enemy at the time. i could go on, but between this and botw (do you know about his original dialogue when firing on ganon. because it's really something.) there's... a lot, so i'll leave it at this.

but yeah i think it's hilarious that regardless of timeline, revali is just constantly trying and failing to get link to pay attention to him. absolute loser. i love him

OH OKAY! i didn't really bother with upgrading more than once because i was disappointed with it still slipping but i'll keep that in mind for any future playthroughs!

"revali is in it and i'm extremely biased" why are you literally me wkhejsjksje. same tho i'm willing to look past the weird way aoc writes him just because i'm so happy to see him again. also omg if you do make a compilation for revali please send it my way!!! i need more content to feed on no matter how small sjhsjejjd.

AND YEAH like it's such an important distinction to make. i haven't seen the original text for the aoc cutscenes but from what you've said it really just sounds like revali's issue lies with not being the centre of attention (which definitely fits him a lot better), rather than being rude to link for the sake of being rude. honestly in japanese revali just seems to be a lot more immature and that's why he's so abrasive and cocky, at least to me that is.

in japanese revali does openly admire and respect link!! like there's no hesitancy to his praise like there is in english and it gives more weight to his dejection at link not reacting to his skills and seemingly not seeing him as equal. also yeas i just rewatched the firing at ganon scene OUGH the way he goes from calling himself the "key" in ganon's defeat to using that same phrasing for link after medoh is freed drives me insane. like he can finally admit that link is the better warrior!!! the english version making it about link's "luck" drives me insane but for a completely different reason because literally what the hell.

i just rewatched that one video going over all of the small but significant changes made between both versions and like. they really did just add a bunch of unnecessary insults in there huh. like there's a huge difference between revali questioning if link understands the importance of his gale in japanese to straight up insulting his intelligence in english.

but you're right. regardless of discrepancies between languages, revali will always be so gay it makes him look stupid.

[samanthawidjaja26]

Collaborative Skills (CTS week 2)

As a collaborator, there are some strengths and weaknesses of their skills. My strengths as a collaborator is being an active listener. I often pay attention to what the instruction said and observe the message that I’ve caught from what the instruction said. Other than that, I was also good at problem solving and I could give good solutions when everyone was having difficulties in one group work. I love to share my ideas with others since I'm an imaginative person.  However, there are some weaknesses of me as a collaborator which I can't communicate well with the teammates due to our different concepts on how we want to make some artworks. In addition,  I also have a language barrier, which is that I'm not that fluent in English and can’t make a good sentence in English. If I had more time and unlimited budget, I would change the whole design and concept of the monument. As an Indonesian, I want to bring up my country's history. I want to remake a high monument that is inspired by monas ( Indonesian national monument), but I added a little bit of illustration to make it more eye-catching (since I enjoyed illustrating). The illustrations include some of Indonesian culture, Indonesian local flowers, destination, also combined with Indonesian pattern, batik as the background. Since Indonesia is not a well known country, I want to bring up Indonesian culture therefore everyone knows what's the interesting part of Indonesia.

(picture of the group work)

(picture of what I redesign)

(243 words)