#luv my choices in life so far

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why is it so hard to stay focused

[b4b3tte]

MAY THE BEST MAN WIN PART 2

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Erron black decides to test the waters by flirting with you in front of Kano, but with him having some slight possessive nature,, he cannot let that happen any further without going down with a challenge

Description on this part — Basically Another flirty remarks made towards you, but you,Erron,Kano are set on a mission but Kano is dead set on making sure Erron isn’t making moves on you. ( Also getting closer to Erron!)

Pairing — Erron!Black x GN!Reader X Kano!Mk11

My note — RAHH I’m so surprised people actually liked this!! I am so glad!! 2 people asked for a request so sorry if I couldn’t reply and edit this on the inbox but here it is, hopefully it meets up towards your expectations!! And to make it clear you can be female,Male,Nonbinary to read this I wanna make my works inclusive as possible, I’ve gotten a lot of nsfw requests so if you want to read my guidelines for it please let me know

Another night at the black dragon fighting club, Kano, never one to back down, leaned in closer to you, his voice dripping with mischief. "Y'know, luv, I'd hate to see that charming smile of yours go to waste. Why don't you give the dangerous life a break and join me for a night on the town?"

Erron Black, on the other hand, wasn't about to let Kano have the last word. He leaned in with an even smoother tone, trying to maintain his suave demeanor. "Or, darling, you can take a walk on the wild side with me. I promise you won't regret it."

Your eyes darted between the two men, both vying for your attention. It was clear that they were willing to pull out all the stops to win you over.

With a roll of your eyes and a corner smirk that matched Kano's characteristic sarcasm, you decided to play along. "Well, gentlemen, it seems I'm in quite the predicament. I'm afraid I can't choose just yet."

Kano let out a triumphant laugh, while Erron raised an eyebrow, intrigued by your response. It seemed that your playful banter only fueled their determination to win your favor.

Kano, refusing to back down, chimed in with a sly grin. "Smart choice, luv. Keeps us on our toes, it does."

Erron nodded in agreement. "Ain't that the truth. We'll just have to keep impressing you."

You replied with a smart “ have fun trying to fulfill that “ You proceeded to walk away leaving them only hearing the sound of your shoes/Heels clicking the floor

As the banter continued, it took on a playful and even absurd tone. Kano and Erron found themselves exchanging increasingly outrageous and amusing suggestions to win your attention, all while keeping their charismatic personas intact.

You couldn't help but be entertained by the entire spectacle. It was clear that this competition was far from over, and you were content to sit back and enjoy the attention. Despite the chaos and rivalry surrounding you, you found yourself in a rather unique and amusing position, with Kano and Erron Black both trying to capture your interest.

One day you, Erron, Kano, Sektor, and many robot replicas and trained men, you were all sent to capture Johnny, Sonya, or at least Cassie to gain something beneficial, you and Erron went alone first along the military base and caught a moment alone between you two

As the mission continued, you guys found yourselves stationed in a quiet corner of the underground facility, momentarily away from the action. The air was heavy with tension, but the two of you took a moment to breathe from the previous shooting of protection and exchanged a few quiet words.

Erron Black, his charming facade momentarily down, turned to you. "You know, darlin', we’ve never gotten a chance to talk like this in the middle of a mission."

You nodded, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. "That's true. it feels like we're constantly on the move, sometimes I wish I weren’t so involved in everything "

Erron's voice softened as he looked at you as he has never had a personal conversation before with someone he works with . "I know it's a dangerous world, but there's something about you, something that keeps me coming back for more."

You met his gaze, there was a moment were you both looked in each others eyes then lips, the connection between you deepening in that quiet moment. "It's not easy to navigate this whole process, but having someone like you during the process..makes it a little less…daunting."

Erron just slightly moved closer to you, you add your pinky finger on top of his hand making eye contact with him, Just as he was about to say more, Kano's voice erupted through the radio, dripping with jealousy and irritation. "Oi, lovebirds, we've got a situation here! Stop playin' around and get back to work, This ain't the time for touchy-feely nonsense."

Erron, unfazed, shot back, "Seems like someone's feathers are ruffled. Can't handle a little human connection, Kano?"

Kano's response was a low, menacing growl. "I'm watchin' you, Erron. Don't get too comfortable."

Erron Black let out a quiet chuckle, and the two of you returned to the mission at hand. Kano's tone didn't go unnoticed, and it was clear he wasn't pleased with the intimacy he had just witnessed.

As you moved forward, Kano's attitude became increasingly disruptive even at the slight normal conversations almost every one has . He couldn't hide the jealousy that coursed through him, and his comments through the radio were laced with irritation and impatience.

Another smart remark flashed the both of you, when you and Erron accidentally bumped into each other from you walking to fast and not looking where you were walking at, and your guys hand glided on top of each other sorta like this ( click on the link on the word “ This “ )

Kano's voice crackled again. "You two best be focused on the mission instead of holdin' hands. We're here to capture Johnny, not exchange sweet nothings."

Erron Black shot back, his own irritation evident. "You're just jealous, Kano. Afraid you're losin' your grip on your precious Y/n."

Kanos extreme annoyance just exploded “ you shouldn’t even be picking at what should be mine “

Erron leaned in, his voice a low murmur, "Seems our mate Kano is struggling with the concept of sharing."

You chuckled, the irony not lost on you. "I never thought I'd be the center of a love triangle in the middle of a mission."

Erron's grin widened. "Well, darlin', life is full of surprises. But you can bet Kano won't make this easy."

Kano rolled his eyes again as usual “ god damnit black, quit your gobsmackin with y/n We're not on a damn date. Focus on the mission!"

Erron shot back, his voice filled with mischief, "Jealousy doesn't suit you, Kano. Maybe you should try being a bit more charming like me."

The tension between the two men was palpable, and it seemed that the love triangle had reached a boiling point. You couldn't help but feel the weight of their rivalry and the complexities of your relationships.

The love triangle between Kano, Erron Black, and you continued to play out, each interruption and intimate moment adding to the complexities of your relationships. The question remained: who would ultimately capture your heart in the end?

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[flaneurpastel]

domestic headcanons with simon riley

here are some hc with simon, i love this man so much it's not even funny anymore, i'm literally in love. anyway enjoy and especially have a vivid imagination to be able to visualize the scenes <3

— 1.5 words AND its gn!reader, all for you babes

i think it's important (even though it's kinda obvious) to point out that with ghost, no i mean simon riley, it would take time for him to get used to a domestic life with you. it would be slow, laborious to get him used to evenings in front of the tv and a cup of tea or, simply, to get him used to the presence of a loved one in the same apartment as him. after spending years of deployment in far away countries, and then coming back to a house where nothing and no one is waiting for him, of course the change was not going to be radical.

it's gradual, but believe me, it's worth it, it's so beautiful to see simon fall madly in love with you, to appreciate the love he so fucking deserves and the comfort you bring him.

so as i said, everything with simon would be done gradually, as well as his moving into your apartment. it would start by leaving some clothes at home, even a mask sometimes. Something that makes you suspicious afterwards, because Simon is not the kind of person who leaves something lying around, it's because he wanted to ;)

as he """forgets""" clothes (he would definitely have a dressing room there, because obviously you would have washed and folded all his stuff to leave them in a corner in your dressing room. then there are the things that are not necessarily wanted by him but that make it even harder to resist the charm of this man, like his clean smell impregnating your sheets, this one being a mixture of mint, cologne and shampoo 4 in 1. but not only your sheets, also the cushions of your sofa, and some of your clothes and this despite the many washings. its smell follows you everywhere in the house, and although it delights you.

i think the stage of watching tons of movies entwined in each other's arms would come pretty early in your relationship. No need to talk, he has you in his arms, and usually a blanket wraps around you both. nothing too extroverted for our simon. at first, I think he would grumble a bit about the choice of movies you offer, which is a bit understandable. which comes down to watching the divergent trilogy, or the maze runner or twilight (i took from what I liked sorry bahaha but feel free to imagine your favorite triologies or movies instead &lt;3).

aaaaand he's naughty, he quickly understood that when you watched something you liked, you would stay quietly and comfortably in his arms, and it's always after the second movie that you fell asleep on his chest. so it's a win win for both of you in the end.

fuckin' hell, you're really something else…

he was too lost in the story of the third twilight, to see you asleep, his mouth slightly ajar, and his hand slipped under his shirt to him.

he had gotten used to the movies you were showing him, but he hoped that the heavenly scene you represented in front of him would ever become an image he would get used to. he came to lay a kiss on you as light as a feather, before taking you bridal style to your room.

simon is HUGE, he easily takes up all the room in the shower when you two are in it together. and i think he would take advantage of that proximity to keep you close.

simon, i can't wash my hair, if you take up all the space like that…you protest, rolling your eyes.

hmm, sorry luv, but im feeling frugal, might as well save water and our time.

i think this is simon's favorite domestic moment. in so many ways. feeling so close to him, so vulnerable and so sure to trust him with your nakedness, is something that fills his heart with infinite love for you.

like i said at the beginning, it would take time to have him in the shower with you. i think it would start from a basic habit, which is a little hot fucking session (and I'm not talking about the water temperature), after long and hectic missions, something to release the tension you know. The first time in the shower was impulsive, you would have joined him in the shower, and he wouldn't have kicked you out, on the contrary.

but at home, simon would prefer a little more bath time. just the two of you, you between his legs, snug in his muscular arms, the silence sometimes interrupted by the sound of drips from the faucet he promised he would fix. It's sweet, romantic, and intimate. the proximity of your bare skin is something that reassures simon, about the moment. it's real, it's really real, the person he loves most in the world is in his arms, and the only thing he can think of is protecting you.

simon looks like a handyman to me, in the sense that give him an ikea kit to assemble, a hammer and screws, and two hours maximum, and you'll have a new table and chairs to dine on tonight. any problem in the house, leaking pipes, a burnt out lamp or even just a door that squeaks a little too much for your taste. it- is - done. even things you weren't even aware of will get fixed, and you won't notice until you feel it's different. because simon won't come and brag or show off his plumbing prowess, no it's his love language, acts of services, discreet, and well thought out. damn, i love this man.

and then little by little, i can see him doing work as a hobby when he has time, in your little apartment. a new piece of furniture for your tv, or a small shelf to organize his books. or he will try to surprise you on an afternoon when you were out shopping with your friends.

simon? im hoooome, got something to eat for tonigh-

your sentence was quickly cut short when you saw the small frame that was hanging on the wall near your front door, a frame that came to fill a void on your white wall. soon after, you saw your boyfriend coming from the living room, looking unfazed.

hi babe

he finally followed your gaze, when you didn't answer. a pretty glass frame, with a tiny photo of you two taken years ago.

you remember this all too well, asking a passerby to take a picture of you, on the very rare occasions when simon had left his skull mask at home to enjoy walking around without being judged by people. you were in Times Square at Christmas time, and the temperatures were awfully low. seeing his nose so red, made you hilarious, and that was a scene you wanted to keep forever in your memory. and despite the fake exasperation on his face, simon couldn't help but melt with love at your crystalline laugh. so you wanted to immortalize the scene. In this picture, you and simon were lost in each other's eyes, you with a radiant smile on your lips, and the shadow of a smile on simon's face (not to mention his red nose from the cold). you turned to him.

did you do that?

who else but me, he says simply.

you smiled at his sarcastic reply, and jumped into his arms. you knew simon wasn't a fan of this picture because he always says he looked ridiculous, but he also knew it was your favorite of the two of you. fuck, this man was giving you new reasons to fall even more in love with him.

after getting past the diy stuff in the apartment stage, we can move on to the stuff that a real married couple does together, such as shopping and errands. however, you pretty much have to force mr. simon to go shopping with you. but let me tell you something, he is clearly pretending to be annoyed at your request. one of the things he loves to do with you. having to push the cart, and just follow you around the aisles. you know, simon is a simple man, someone who you can easily please (only you can do that though) someone to whom very little is enough, as long as he is with you. spending time with you, seeing you so happy to enjoy such trivial things as shopping. you are the captain to lead the boat that is your cart through the long aisles looking for treasures that are your favorite chips, and he is the co-captain who handles the orders. Simon never says no to you, of course, he will pretend to resist in front of you but you know very well that it's already a lost cause. so he doesn't say anything when he sees you throwing all kinds of things in the cart, on the contrary he will even add some packages of cookies he is secretly addicted to.

i think it's undeniable that we'll need these for our movie marathon this weekend.

mmh, sure babe.

wait, look at the crazy cereal promotion over there! it's sure to go home with us.

now imagine the look on your faces when the cashier states a total price of three numbers, when those groceries were supposed to be something to munch on in a few movies.

[redheadspark]

prompt week

joseph quinn

16 and 33

you choose the plot

love you

YAS for my first Joseph Quinn one shot! Thanks my love!

Very Metal

Summary: On his first day being Eddie Munson, your boyfriend feels as though he won't do a good enough job. That wasn't going to happen with you.

Warnings: Just very slight angst but mostly the cute fluffy fluff!

A/N: Her we go with my first Joseph Quinn request! No hate for the actor, I find him both wonderful and adorable!

This day was a big day, a huge day actually!

You were already prone to waking up in the early hours of the morning, but the last thing you thought you would see was your boyfriend awake before you. Joe was prone to sleeping in, which was not the best thing since he was a working actor and was sometimes called onto set far before the sun came up. You were used to it though, living together with a small little apartment in London. But now you were in America, out in Georgia in a smaller hotel and upon the first day of Joseph's new project he was hired for:

Netflix's Stranger Things.

It was insanely popular, a world wide sensation that only grew as Joseph was hired to join the cast for Season 4. He was already a fan before, you two were since Season 1. There was no other show like it, mystery and horror mixed with the nostalgic 80's that was amazing and binge worthy. When Joseph's manager called saying that they were looking for new talent for Season 4, you urged him to audition. Of course he was hesitant, since it was a huge show on Netflix and it would make or break you on that scale.

"You never know unless you try, Joe," You reassured him, seeing him think about it as you two were sitting together out in a restaurant on one of your date nights, "I think you should take the chance. Isn't that the life of an actor anyways?"

When he got the call that he made the cast, Joseph was over the moon and almost in complete denial. You just squealed and hugged him tightly as soon as he told you, thinking it was just a massive move on his part with his career. He's been itching for a boost in his acting, and this was it.

So when he was packing up to go to America when it was time for filming, he asked you to come along as his support system. You were always his number one supporter since you two got together years ago, giving him the right push and advice when he was at a crossroads here and there. Joseph was smart in his choices and decisions, but he also knew he could come to you since you were more levelheaded in certain situations. You followed him, working on your laptop remotely with your journalism.

You met his co-stars and some of the members on the production team, Josep almost a bit bashful to introduced you to them as you smiled and shook each hand. It was always fun to see him on set, you only visiting a few times and not wishing to intrude. You even had the best time seeing Eddie being fitted in his costume, including the infamous Eddie Munson wig that made him the Metalhead and Dungeons Master of Hawkins High.

"What do you think, luv?" He asked, standing in front of the floor length mirror as the costume designer was getting the last minutes touches ready. You were to the side, sporting smirk as his demin vest and balks pants made it all come together, including the chunky metal rings, his Hellfire Club shirt, and sneakers.

"Very nice, baby," You hummed, "Very Metal,"

Joseph just chuckled.

"Good morning, Mr. Munson!" You said in a chipper tone as you leaned over the bed to kiss Joseph on the nose, "Ready for your first day?"

Joseph merely smiled, but it wasn't wide or even warm at all. It almost felt force, making you pause and scan his face from your spot in the bed. Something felt...off. Last night he was pretty excited, the two fo you going out to dinner in the local town and chatting about his first day and what he was going to film. Then he seemed excited and on the edge of his seat, Joseph was always ready to start a new project and see how to unfolds.

But that morning, it didn't feel like that.

"Hey, baby," You said, sitting up a bit to lean over him in the bed, seeing him almost avert his eyes away from you for a second and bite his lower lip. His fingers were drumming on his stomach on top of the comforter, his curly hair against the pillow was a bit skew, and when you touched his arm with your fingers, he stayed too still, "Are you okay?"

Joseph took a solid moment before he looked up at him, making you see his dark brown eyes on contrast to his lighter skin tone. You knew that stare he was giving you then, you've seen it before a handful of times in the past.

"What if I screw it up?"

"Joe…." You sighed, reaching up to touch his jawline with your fingers and frame his face with one hand, feeling the small stubble against his cheeks and the coolness of his skin. Joe watched you, watching to hear what you were going to say with the hesitant there in his entire body language.

"What makes you think you won't be good?" You asked, wondering what was going on in his mind. He just bit his lower lip, almost wishing to not answer the question himself.

"It's a big show and it's insanely popular, and if I screw it up somehow..." he started to say, to you, sounding a bit small himself with his tone as you finally leaned down a bit to barely touch your nose with his, making sure Joe was watching you and had all of your attention.

"You are meant for this role and this show," You reminded him, Joe watching you as you leaned up to touch some of his curls in your fingers, "They hired you to play this part for a reason: they see that talent in you that I don't think a whole lot of others have,"

"You're just sayin' that," He tried to reason as you then gave him a stern stare.

"I'm not, Joe," You explained calmly as you move your hand to lace in his on top of his chest, "I love you too much such to say pretty words to make you happy. Joe, I have seen how far you have come as a an actor: ever since we started dating I saw how good you got because you worked your ass off, and you love doing it. I know actors who half-ass their work and just get by, not you. You work hard and it shows, or do you not remember the praise you got from being in Les Miserables?"

Joe grinned from you mentioned his recent work. He got so much praise and compliments from his role as Enjorlas. It was one of his crowning achievements in his acting career, Joe felt amazing with how much press he was getting for his role and how much he gave to the character.

"You're gonna kill this, Joe," You reassured him smoothly, "You are a fucking good actor, about to be in one of the biggest TV shows in history, and you're going to be amazing doing it as the Dungeon Master Eddie Munson. I know that for a fact, not because I love you, but I know you and I have seen you act. You got it?"

Joe's smile widen, making you grin and lean down to kiss you softly. He kissed your back, framing your face in his hands and nearly making you melt into him on the bed since you were still perched over him. You never had a problem giving him words of praises and affirmation, it was natural for you. Joe sometimes needed that from time to time, and he would do the same for you when you would hit a writing wall with your job.

Finally, you leaned back up to move away from Joe's lips as Joe tried to kiss you again. But he sighed, leaning back into the pillows as you found your voice again, "Don't doubt yourself, honey,"

"I won't, luv. Thank you," He replied, not sounding more sure of himself and that hesitance was long gone, "How could I anyways with you tellin' me that I'm good?"

"Someone has to around here," You joked Joe then wrapping you in his arms to tickle you in bed. You squealed, trying to get away as Joe was ticking your sides and laughing as you were screeching in delight. It felt light again that morning, you always wishing to make sure Joe knew how good he was and how his own talent was going to carry him far.

If only you knew how this life was going to change that very morning as soon as he walked onto set.

The End.

Prompt Time Found Here

[hermajestyimher]

I’m tired of people talking about relationships. I’m tired of beautiful, smart, talented girls let their youth and brain go to waste because they’re thinking of men. I’m tired of my family asking me and telling me to get a boyfriend, even when they’re all miserable in their marriages. Why are they mad I’m an attractive, capable woman who chooses to stay single because my time is valuable?

Men will literally have sex with a warm cantaloupe. It’s not hard getting/keeping/staying with a man. It’s hard to work on yourself. It’s hard to stay single. It’s hard to be celibate and see your value. Today’s society is so backwards - having sex or relationships is ok, but more often than not I feel like it holds back the girlies rather than men. It’s sad.

I want to respect other women’s choices, but some of y’all are letting bald, broke men disrespect y’all. It’s time to elevate ladies. Choosing to be single and withhold pussy is the feminist choice.

I'm just as tired luv. When I started posting here I did it to build a community of women and fem people who wanted better for themselves, to constantly grow and improve as people because for too long our society has been run and controlled by a single demographic and the power imbalance has generated a lot of issues for us.

Instead of finding empowerment in things that have real value in this world such as education, wealth, and a rewarding career/life path, many women would rather spend their time chasing after the most mediocre men they could find, being desperate for an inch of their validation, and now day-dreaming in delusional ways about being dependent on men because work would equal "being in their masculine energy", and going as far as to speak down on the women of the 20th century that marched and fought for the equal rights and opportunities we enjoy today (and continue to fight for).

Seeing how the overachiever woman that can have it all archetype has been tainted by these useful idiots in lieu of these impossible-to-define vague concepts of "feminity" and "feminine energy" has been extremely frustrating. These are the same people that get angry when legislation that affects women is passed, but they don't stop for a second to think about how real change in made to improve our lives as a collective. In their desperation of becoming housewives to live a "soft life", they don't stop to think for a second that we can only attain gains in society by getting an education and reaching high positions of power in different industries. They would rather fall for the trap that right-wingers and religious bigots have set for them to have them dumb, powerless, and dependent on the same people that view them as lesser-than and that constantly abuse us.

Likewise, many women still look down on those of us that ask them to raise their standards when it comes to dating. Pick mes are not as rare as many may think. They see no problem with giving men perks and easy access to them without any sort of commitment. We have glorified baby-mamma culture which is a direct result of hook-up culture. And when some of us speak out against it, they paint us as the "misogynistic" ones. Absolute madness.

Honestly, you cannot help someone that doesn't want to be helped. A lot of these women are going to have to learn the hard way through life that making dumb decisions out of laziness, instant gratification, no self-esteem and lack of critical thinking will pay off in bad ways in the long run, and they will have nobody but themselves to blame for it.

[elliebean714]

Hi! I'm new to ypur blog, but I noticed that you write for certain Bioshock characters- Would it be alright if I asked for some random Atlas fluff, or a cute fluff request with subject delta where he mistakes a female citizen in rapture as a little sister bc of her height and is all 'MUST PROTECT MY BABY' around her?

Thanks so much! Feel free to dm me/send a request to my inbox.

UGGGHHHH I WISH BOTH WERE AN OPTION??? THANK YOU SM FOR REQUESTING BIOSHOCK??? I LOVE YOU FOR THAT???💖💕💘💞💗💘💓 went with delta tho cus bioshock 2 is my favourite of the three+delta is my favourite protagonist, not that the competition was sparse yk? Faceless white guy, awful white guy or father of the decade? Yeah easy choice. Luv em all tho xx kinda diverged from the request a bit hope that's kay♡

I'm Just Short

Subject Delta X Short!F!Reader

Fluff

During-Game

Fire crackled in red barrels and water leaked from the ceilings, occasionally Dr Lambs creepy voice would boom over the screechy intercom.

You were running, being chased by Lambs splicers for rescuing a little sister, almost out of bullets.

Heart pounding in your chest, feeling the ice of the rapture floor against your cut, sore, almost bare feet from how torn and old your shoes were. You ducked behind some cover as more splicers began searching for you. They had you pinned down.

After a few moments of contemplating your options, you hear something heavy thumping around, gunshots, fire, and a Big Daddy's groan.

Oh shit.

Adding a Big Daddy to your list of problems, her options dwindled down significantly. You were not going to even think about trying to kill that thing, you were far too low on ammo and supplies. Not to mention how weak you were, even just against one splicer.

You had to run. He had distracted the splicers chasing you, no-one would notice you disappear. Taking a quick look up you saw the amount of splicers was already down to two or three. You looked for a good, fast path out of there.

Once you found an easily accessible route, you sprinted for it as fast as your legs could carry you. Then you heard the thumping behind you, like the big daddy was running after you.

Panicking, you ran into a room and began barricading the door with anything heavy you could move and searching every nook and cranny as fast as you could for supplies, you were lucky enough to find a first aid kit and a couple of shotgun shells, but nowhere near enough to help with fighting a Big Daddy.

The footsteps get louder and louder as you duck into a corner, hoping the lack of light in the room would make you harder to detect if he managed to get in.

And he did. After a quick push, he easily entered the room and, to your horror, made a beeline right for you. You prepared yourself for the worst, shocked to see him only leave his hand out for you to take.

Unsure of what was happening but with no other options you shakily took his hand. Surprised by his gentle nature when all he did was help you stand. After ensuring you were not injured he picked you up and placed you on his back, like you were a Little Sister.

Before you could protest he was on the move, after a few minutes he dropped you off at a corpse and began laying traps down like he was preparing for something. Confused, you just looted the corpse and stared up at him once you were done. He look down at you like he was waiting for something.

"What? You want me to get Adam from it? I'm not a Little Sister, and I don't have a needle so I couldn't even if I wanted to." You told him, becoming increasingly agitated by his confusion.

When he saw that you weren't harvesting any Adam, he just lifed you up and put you on his back again. This time carrying you towards a Little Sister vent.

Before setting you down he lays his hand over your forehead, like he's rescuing a Little Sister. Once he's done he sets you down safely beside it then stands back like he's waiting for you to climb inside.

"I can't fit, you idiot. I'm not a kid. I'm just short." You tell him.

But he only stares at you patiently. You just sigh and mumble something about him being an idiot then try to fit into the vent. Although you shockingly actually fit through the vent.

"Uggh. What the hell." You grumble before deciding to climb the rest of the way through.

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[bottlecaprabbitgames]

Weekly Update for 17 April, 2023

Howdy!!! Welcome back to the Weekly Update!

Mind Games: Trepidation

What a week! We've gotten the Chapter 6 Update out and about for everyone to enjoy! I hope you guys have been having fun seeing what's inside, as I loved writing it and I am enjoying seeing your choices on the Google Form!!

I took a couple of days from writing, but I have still gotten QUITE a bit done on Chapter 7! I actually, as of this morning, have finished the first scene's rough draft! And it is.... *chef's kiss*. There's quite a bit of Sylvia and MC interaction, which I'm really happy about! I want to get these two on screen together as much as possible, as I luv MC having someone who also bullies them as much as they (optionally) bully others <3

Chapter 7 is current sitting at 3,289 words, and I've also just finished the first part of Scene 2, which was super frickin fun. You guys are gonna LOVE what's to come, I promise!!! We get another POV change... but this time, it's far more sinister, hehe.

The Centennial Celebration is growing ever closer... and, as it does, so grows the issues cropping up into MC's life. The end to the first in the Mind Games series is also growing closer! Again, all we have left is Chapters 7-9 and the Epilogue!!! Super exciting!!!! EEP!!! I'm going to look into getting the game up on itch.io, if I can figure out how to!

OKAY! So! Patreon voted for Blake, Loche, and Iri for this month! Blake's spring scenario is already up, and is available at all tiers!

Other than that, I'm just reminding folks that the ask box is open!! And I do answer pretty much anything you send in! I crave interaction, hehehe!!! I am also considering doing a public Q&A in May as my birthday also happens to come in May, depending on how interested you guys would be for that!

[dykeyote]

im sorry i have to ask- have you listened to wolf 359. because you strike me as someone who would absolutely LOVE minkowski. im sapphic and im actually so feral over every single woman in that show its insane

i have :D!!! im not finished w it yet bc i fell off listening to it a few months back, i think i have about like twenny eps left? i should finish it at some point . i do ADOOOORE minkowski shes a delight and has done nothing wrong in her life HOWEVER my dyke of choice is BY FAR maxwell....... i luv her and her toxic yuri computergf . i kiss her 500000 time i love her freak self she is my favorite . but minkowskis great also i will go up to bat for her forever i luv all the women on that show tbh

[letssgolesbians]

video games i'm loving rn

night in the woods - emotional story game about mental illness and change, and the struggle with dealing with that. you play as mae, a cat who has dropped out of college and returns to her home town, and there is a cast of loveable characters.

omori - tw for depression, anxiety and su1c1de. you play as omori. you are stuck in whitespace, but it is a pixelated story game about mental illness and trauma, and will give you trauma...

life is strange - story game where your choices matter. you play as max, a student at a posh private school who discovers she has the ability to rewind into the past and change her actions. love the characters and its nice to have my choices mean something (that sounds so melodramatic im sorry.)

the last of us part one - a zombie apocolypse game with found family. has some gore and is sad, but is a beautiful story and i luv ellie and joel. sad man is smuggling hyper child across america in a post apocolyptic world with zombies caused by a fungal infection. it just came out for pc.

undertale - not sure how to describe this. has found family i guess and a massive fandom. you play as you, the main character, and you are exploring a world??? and you can choose to be merciful or aggressive in this world. the music is haunting and beautiful, and it seems fun so far.

sally face - horror platformer with found family. you play as sally face, a young boy who has a facial disfigurment and has recently moved bc of the death of his mother. you meet a cast of fun characters and it is a story game, but it is very interactive and scary. i luv sal and larry's relationship and the dialogue feels so real and well developed.

minecraft - a classic cube sandbox game where you are placed into a world and must survive, you can do anythign basically. ive been playing with mods - all the mods 8 rn - and its super fun, it adds a freshness to the game that it has lacked (ive been playing it for 8 years lmao)

hades - a roguelike dungeon crawling combat game. you are the son of hades and are trying to escape the underworld with the help of the gods of olympus. it is combat based, but the story is fun and the game has good music. you are meant to die and repeat your escape attempts, and the game is interesting to learn.

celeste - a pixelated platformer. amazing trans rep and has a storyline i guess but is mainly platforming. i luv madeline and this game has the most amazing soundtrack. the controls are fun and easy to grasp and the fandom is so nice!!

legend of zelda: breath of the wild - a classic. love the open world, but im personally finding it too tricky. i like the game mechanics but my weapon's are constantly breaking and i am dying sm.

sims 4 - i have been playing the new 'growing together' expansion pack and it is so fun! the infants are so cute and it adds a whole layer of childhood. i have been addicted to cc shopping lately, and am playing with a few mods too!

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

I'm sorry I left this bitter ask earlier on. I didn't mean to rain on your parade. I'm just trying to work through my feelings and I really wish I could go back to enjoy a comeback. BTS really was my comfort place and I need it with everything going on my IRL. I miss them so much, I fear I'm never getting that feeling again, even when they comeback. I already have been pushed away from the fandom because I couldn't express how uncomfortable I felt with Seven and now I feel so lonely. I'm trying to just enjoy the older music, but letting go of keeping up to date and being 100% invested is hard. Really hard.

I'm happy for you that you can enjoy this comeback, but he lost me for good. "These are love songs, to comfort ARMY" and then he goes on to perform 3D Jack Harlow version. What's comforting in being compared to a dead body? Before release maybe he didn't get it, but we know he monitors fandom reaction, and there is an alternate version. He just wants to be cool and edgy but banks on ARMY blindly supporting him no matter what. I feel betrayed, not because he went explicit, I was fully expecting it, but because he's doubled faced. Comforting ARMY my @ss. Just admit you wanted the fuck boy image. He's so talented, but he just throws BTS legacy out the window. Namjoon sit next to the SK president and explained how he consulted scholars to avoid misogynist lyrics ffs. And 3D isn't the only song I have a problem with, just the worst. "It's just lyrics and images" and what are BTS songs? It just feels like a slap in the face.

I think he performed the Jack Harlow version because the alternate version is not in Golden, which he was promoting - it's the feature that opens the album. I also doubt he saw fans objecting to the lyrics, unless the Koreans fans were complaining as well, and a lot of them probably don't speak English well enough to be as bothered by the lyrics as the international fandom as a whole was. Although a lot of Armys didn't like Jack Harlow, the song still did well, and tons of people did the TikTok challenge. Jungkook probably concluded that, while Seven was better received, people still enjoyed the song. BTS may monitor what Armys say but there is ton of stuff they miss, or ignore...

Jungkook isn't doubled face. "Comforting Armys" doesn't mean lyrics like Spring Day. He brings comfort to Army by delivering cool songs, performances, and content which distract Army from their daily lives, providing them with comfort and entertainment. Also, Seven is chill and relaxing - just hearing his voice in the track is comforting. There are three ballads in Golden as well, and all songs except for SNTY and 3D are rather chill and comforting. Jungkook's voice is comforting to me regardless of the lyrics or genre. He wasn't lying when he said he wants to comfort Army. Giving back the love we give him is one of his biggest motivations. He wasn't fully sure that he wanted to release an album, but I think Army was a huge factor in him doing so.

Jungkook doesn't want to be "cool and edgy". I mean, yes, in a way, but he isn't counting on Armys blindly supporting him. He trusts we will support him because we have so far, and he's also confident in the songs he's putting out because he's making music he'd like to listen to, and expects Army to be big fans of pop - kpop is pop after all... He's not interested in lyrics or a message, so he doesn't get that fans might be. Is he supposed to live in fear? Is it not his career and his life, his choice? Armys for the most part have liked his solo career. There was only a somewhat negative response to 3D. Obviously, Seven divided a few Armys, but the reaction was generally positive. Same for Golden - even on Reddit it's mostly positive. Plus, like I said, he is much more aware of K-Armys' response to his music, and, from what I've seen, they are even more positive than international Armys.

Jungkook is not RM, and I'd say you're giving RM too much credit. BTS have performed Boy in Luv and Danger in recent years, despite acknowledging how sexist their early music was. Girl of My Dreams has some disturbing lyrics from Juice Wrld yet Suga is on it. Jimin was in a song with a rapist. Bad Decisions featured Snoop Dog who defended Bill Cosby. There are plenty of examples of BTS, including BTS, collabing with, or expressing admiration for, very problematic artists. MJ, for example, was a pedophile, yet Jungkook and Jhope in particular are big fans, as are the rest of BTS (and the world...).

I don't understand how Jungkook is throwing out BTS's legacy. He built that legacy too. Sure, the "fuck boy" image that he pushed a bit with Seven and 3D, but not really with SNTY or Golden as a whole, contrasts a little with BTS's image, but it doesn't contradict it. The sexist lyrics in 3D were not his. RM and the rest of BTS get along with Bang Si-hyuk and support New Jeans and are okay with MHJ despite both being objectively terrible people. They also support brands that are unethical (they support consumerism, aren't environmentally conscious, and the brands they endorse are corrupt and built on labor rights abuse and the inhumane treatment of workers). BTS's legacy is a mixed bag and always will be. It's build on fans mass buying albums and merch, and spending their money recklessly just so a bunch of millionaires can top the charts. Also, if we're talking about meaningless love lyrics, V didn't write his own lyrics either, and BTS didn't write the English trilogy.

I feel like you're romanticizing BTS too much, even if I understand that a big part of BTS's selling point, and what I love about them as well, is them writing their own lyrics. But that was mostly always RM, and the rap line, and BTS could only give their input on concepts that the company wanted and never had the freedom to freely pick the songs on their group albums. A lot of BTS's songs are just "lyrics" and "images". Their early music, for example, had a lot of romantic lyrics that RM wrote because Bang PD wanted them to have a softer concept that appealed to fans (eg., I Need U).

Anyway, thank you for the follow-up ask. I've been harsh about BTS, and particularly Jungkook, before too. I understand that when you're upset everything seems worse than it is, and I understand that it can be really isolating in the fandom because everyone's aggressively positive all the time. I had to unfollow tons of people after Seven because I was so disappointed in the song but kept seeing everyone praise it. On Friday I also blocked out the fandom because I couldn't relate to their reaction to Golden. I also struggle with wanting to be up to date with everything BTS do and not having enough time or even interest. This is especially worse with Jungkook (that pressure).

I could tell you that it's okay to let go of BTS, but it's a bit like giving up on a huge part of you - like losing a limb. I get it, that's what it means to be Army, it's sad sometimes too. If you feel lonely you can talk to me. If not for my anons, I'd feel really lonely in the fandom as well, which I don't even consider myself to be a real part of. I'm Army but I'm not in the fandom, if that makes sense.

It might take time, but perhaps after they've all enlisted, you, and I, will have time to reconnect with BTS without the pressure of keeping up with them. The constant releases and content fatigue me too - it can be overwhelming. When BTS reunite, it won't be the same, but hopefully we'll all come together again, even if for the last time...

Thanks for the ask!

[darkdoverpseeker]

dd warning: 🕊️

⠀༊ 𓈒 ˙ 𓂃 Hello luvs! 𓈒 ˙ 𓂃 🦢

20F and I am currently searching for two partners willing to play the male muses in a fandomless m x f x m love triangle roleplay. Below I have listed some info about my roleplay style and some rules I had for any possible partners.

⠀ ⠀༊ 𓈒 ˙ 𓂃 Roleplay Rules 𓈒 ˙ 𓂃 🧺

My literacy ranges from literate to novella depending on my partners literacy. I am not strict at all regarding my partners literacy as long as it is not anything under 5 lines.

I will never rush my partners to respond quickly. I understand that everyone has a life outside of the roleplay and will never make my partners feel guilty for prioritizing it!

I tend to get very invested in the planning process of the roleplay. I love coming up with headcanons, pinterest boards, and overall just talking to my partners ooc! So I would love to perhaps have partners who would be interested in communicating and cooperating with the planning process!

I usually include nsfw themes in my roleplays but will only do so if my partner(s) make sure to communicate their own limits, triggers along with subjects they’d like to incorporate!

I do have specific face claims for all three main roles but if my partner wishes to choose their own that is obviously more than alright with me as well! Though I do have to say that I tend to only really use animated face claims.

I only roleplay through discord as it is my only other roleplay platform! I rarely ever give out any other socials unless we’ve established a concrete friendship.

⠀ ⠀༊ 𓈒 ˙ 𓂃 Plot & Roles 𓈒 ˙ 𓂃 🕯️

Muse A: Wealthy lord Muse B: Female love interest

Muse C: Muse B’s Childhood Friend

TW- Please keep in mind that this plot touches on darker subjects like manipulation, SA, and abuse

This plot would be taking place throughout the mid 18th century England. Muse A, a wealthy lord has just recently married Muse B whom happens to be a middle class young woman who was given the responsibility to marry rich in order to help her family. Muse B has always been an incredibly ambitious young woman, never dreaming to marry rich and become a housewife. That was until her father’s debt became so overwhelming the family lost their large estate. Despite her rebellious and blunt character Muse B’s beauty was enough to entice Muse A to make her his wife after meeting her at all ball he’d hosted. When meeting, Muse A is instantly disliked by Muse B due to his arrogant character.

Muse C is a childhood friend of Muse B, the two being absolutely inseparable growing up until he made the choice to leave for france. While Muse B was far too focused on her own ambitions and dreams, Muse C found himself falling completely and utterly in love with her. After years of pining for Muse B, Muse C makes the choice to leave and study in france. This caused the Muse B to hold some resentment towards him, especially since he’d kept it from her.

After a month or so of planning and arranging the wedding amongst Muse A and her family, both Muse A and B are now finally married. While Muse B struggles to love Muse A, he quickly grows frustrated and reserves to much darker tactics to get Muse B to fall in love. He begins to manipulate her, isolate her from the rest of the world and whenever she chooses to resist he begins to abuse her both emotionally and physically. After months of this treatment Muse B is now completely wrapped around Muse A’s finger, becoming incredibly dependent on him.

This is where Muse C comes into the picture. After years of studying and pursuing his career in France, Muse C finally makes a return to his hometown mainly hoping to find Muse B. But to his surprise he’s informed of her marriage status once he pays her family’s estate. Muse C had heard plenty of things regarding Muse A’s arrogant and malicious character so he instantly makes a leave for Muse A’s estate. That is where both Muse C and B will reunite. The two will develop this love affair while he attempts to plan for a way to get rid of Muse A though little does he know that Muse B has fallen in love with both men.

interact if interested!

[mixtapedoh]

BTS FOR THE KPOP GROUP

FUCK I ANSWERED THIS COMPLETELY AND REALLY FUNNY AND HEARTFELT AND THEN IT DELETED ON ME 😩🔫 i'm going to see if i can get it back,,,,,,,,,,,, maybe god knew i was getting too into the mushy feelings and reminded me i am first and foremost an antiromantic

[ if i stan ]

favorite member / bias line

namjoon and hobi are my biases and as for bias wreckers my official choice is jin (!!!!!! no one bias wrecks like jin bias wrecks) but also i'm happy to say i share yoongi with the girlies like one would share a braincell <3 custody wise, i get to call him my bias on the first wednesday of every month and the last saturday and sunday <3

which member I’d fight (& why)

my main pick would have to be jimin. out of all the challengers i have chosen thus far jimin is the most scrappy, the most petty, the most likely to hold no bars, and the idol with the most Unhinged Ferality™ to give me true, seasoned battle experience. he would be the least likely to forgive me for whatever transpired between us in the fight, but that simply makes him a more worthy challenger. my only upper hand in such a battle would be that, upon upsetting jimin, he would tap into all the anger he could possible feel — currently, retroactively, and preemptively — and such fuel is so overwhelming that i would be able to set someone marginally annoying in his path and hope that he thoroughly exhausts all that energy on them, before ever reaching me. while this might seem like too convoluted a choice to be advisable, consider that i would be able to indirectly take out my own anger with whatever soul i bring into our crossfire, and that fighting jimin would offer a strategic challenge that i haven't seen the likes of, thus far. furthermore, i think jimin deserves to sucker punch someone and i want to be there to witness it.

however, if we are to stick to verbal battles and jimin is otherwise occupied, i would have to choose jin as a close second. he would absolutely annihilate me, but i just might get pity friendship from perhaps one (1) of the other members who saw this go down (given that i am careful with how i choose to instigate this fight), and also i would be effectively humbled for the rest of this life and the next 12, which is perhaps something i deserve, after choosing fights based on the chaos of it all.

favorite song(s)

bestie, beloved, bastard, we are going to be here all day,,,, i'll do my best to make this at least moderately non-exhaustive (i'm also including solo music): blue & grey; spring day; FAKE LOVE; rain; ON; run; jump; danger; life goes on; dimple; blood, sweat, & tears; pied piper; i'm fine; save me; airplane pt.2; boy in luv; euphoria; film out; trivia: seesaw; filter; tokyo; uhgood; lonely; change pt.2; people; AMYGDALA; the last; arson; MORE don't wake me up and super tuna, too, asdfghj

favorite thing about the group

another moment for me to tell you "we are going to be here all day," i can (and did) wax poetic about BTS because there is just so much of them — to love, to be in awe of, to respect — too much to wrap your arms around and just sit with the knowledge of. not to give in too much to the delulu, but BTS is just so comforting. there is always something to connect to and be swept up by. their music is so expansive, with so many genres and so many themes, and there's a song for everything. no matter where i am at, there's a BTS song for that! and beyond that, the members are all so genuine in their love of music and so ridiculously talented and dedicated to their craft, and they are so humble in their fame and influence and just seek to spread such respect and light, and i'm overwhelmed by them. i've said this to you before, lindsay, but i'll say it again, BTS is so awe-inspiring and all-encompassing that they are more than just an ult group — they are an end in and of themselves.

something i’d like to see from them

RELEASE DDAENG ON SPOTIFY, COWARDS. i need to stream that. also, mr. kim taehyung, sir,,,,,,,, travel with me??? as part of layover??????? make it a secret song for if you buy the album or however those things work. consider what it would do to the girlies if they had their hands on travel with me.

send me a kpop group and i'll answer!!!

[heretherebedork]

I like your blog.

I know that many do not share my point of view, but I would like Vegas to lead the second family. He is the eldest son. He did a lot for this. At first, his father humiliated him. Now uncle. I don't trust Korn. It seems to me that if there was such an opportunity, he would get rid of his nephews, only so that no one would think that it was him. I think Gun is telling the truth - you want all the power. Although Gun himself is no better than him. I'm disappointed that Porsche believed Korn. I hope he's just faking it so as not to arouse suspicion, gaining strength and devising a plan. One will not cope, he will need help, I think he will turn to Vegas. Kinn believes in his father, but Vegas lost everything, even his parents, he and Porsche have a common goal.

Thank you!

I am torn on Vegas leading the minor family. Would he be a better choice than Porsche? Yes. Yes he would be, both for in-character reasons and for continuity reasons and for the sake of the entire minor family just... as a whole. But do I also want him to be able to entirely escape the mafia life and go live a quiet life with Pete somewhere far, far away from the city? Yes. Yes I do.

I don't trust Korn at all and I hate that the end of show seems to hinge and both Porsche and Kinn choosing to trust him entirely and believe him entirely and just go along with what is so obviously manipulation but, nope, trust issues? what trust issues? no one in this show has trust issues. Nope! Trust blindly and without any thought. That's the mafia motto!

Sadly, anon, I doubt it. I suspect that the show is very happy to have made Porsche the leader of the minor family because now he's equal to Kinn, don't you seeeee? Now their twu luv can continue without the pesky feeling that they're not. Porsche wanting to keep being Kinn's bodyguard to protect him? Psch, that doesn't matter! Porsche having spent so long focused on this idea of a dream of a beach bar? Psch, nope, he's outgrown that because he got a really good dicking.

Another Porsche and Vegas team up would be great but also, again, I just want Vegas to be free honestly. Like, my idea second season wouldn't even have Vegas and Pete because they'd be off living a different life without anyone from the mafia in it at all and that way they couldn't get ruined. I certainly don't want them to be a main couple because I've seen how this show treats main couples and I would cry if that happened.

Porsche and Kinn are more plot devices than characters at this point, so I don't care what the second season does with them. Kim and Chay are enjoyable to me but I'm fine with whatever, frankly.

Vegas and Pete? Vegas and Pete I care about.

[mwahkazu]

❝ YOU MAKIN’ ME A BOY WITH LOVE !

𖧧 🌷 ˒ the 100 + 200 follower event

( 💌 ) letter from yuomi: greetings! whether this event comes to you as a delightful surprise or not, i hope i did not startle anyone with dropping this post out of the blue :> this blog has managed to reach 200 followers and to say i’m happy would be an understatement! after experiencing some complications on my end with the 100 followers special, i unfortunately could not carry it out as i originally intended. and so as compensation, i’ve decided to combine the two into one large event.

good things are sure to come out of this event so i do hope you decide to stick around! please make sure you read the rules before filling out the google forms. they will be found at the end of this post ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

⌕ ── event one ! ( the ballads of love )

requests are opening up! i will be accepting requests throughout the event period — but how do you request you may ask? well it’s quite simple! you’ll fill out a google form that can be found at the end of this post and all you need to do is select a song of your choice down below that is linked to a specific prompt, decide which character you want me to write about, and whether you’re requesting for a drabble or oneshot.

before you request please keep in mind: 1) i will only be doing GENSHIN CHARACTERS and writing for X READER, specifically GENDER NEUTRAL READER 2) FIRST COME FIRST SERVE! there are a certain number of slots available to request for one-shots ( 1k+ words ) and drabbles ( ~500 words ), once they are full requests will close 3) same applies to the songs — they can ONLY BE PLAYED ONCE

“boy with luv (ft. halsey)” by bts

prompt: they are a frequent visitor at your shop. what started out as being a simple passerby has changed into becoming a full-time regular. the reason? well, you of course! somedays they stop by with the intention to buy something, but it always ends with the two of you just talking for hours until it’s closing time. should you tell them you’re aware of their little…crush on you? ( TAKEN )

“i can do it with a broken heart” by taylor swift

prompt: you simply couldn’t handle the difficulties that came with dating an idol. they masked their sadness with devilish grins and energetic movements. but even as they performed to a crowd of thousands who shower them with endless love and praise, they can’t help but desperately look for you in the crowd.

“obsessed” by olivia rodrigo

prompt: they’ve never really been a big fan of your ex, obviously. even after you both became official, it still felt like the aftermath of your past relationship continued to linger despite your constant reassurances. you swear…it’s like they’re obsessed with your ex!

“past life” by tony22

prompt: they’ve lived countless lifetimes with you — all of which remain intact in their memories even in their next life. unfortunately the same does not apply to you. even so, they always search for you in their new life, because no amount of past lives could ever wear down their undying love for you. ( TAKEN )

“omg” by newjeans

prompt: rumors have started circulating your school about a new student that just transferred. from the sounds of it, it seems like everyone is completely head over heals for this person who you have yet to see for yourself. as you’re enjoying a nice lunch outside at your favorite spot, you suddenly overhear a confession happening not to far off. at first you don’t bother to pay attention, but as bits of the conversation reach your ear you can’t help but eavesdrop a bit. suddenly one of them looks around, as if desperately seeking for something until their eyes land on you and— wait did they seriously just say you were their partner!? ( TAKEN )

“magnetic” by illit

prompt: you’ve slowly started to realize just how close you are with your best friend. the way they always seek to hold your hand, hugs that last longer than normal, and constantly referring to you in terms of endearment. it’s obvious there’s something more here than meets the eye — or is that just how they act around all their friends? ( TAKEN )

“heather” by conan gray

prompt: you’ve been their closest friend for years and in that time, you’ve naturally grown to develop feelings for them. how could you not? however, they don’t feel the same. they love another. and to make matters worse, you wake up one morning to a burning sensation in your throat that causes you to cough up blood and…flower petals. ( TAKEN )

“euphoria” by jungkook

prompt: your group of friends were a close bunch. you guys did everything together and have no doubt created some heart warming memories to look back on after you graduate high school. but out of everyone in the group, you’ve felt the closest to one individual in particular and, well, needless to say you’ve developed a bit of a crush on them! and it seems like everyone else in the group knows about this crush of yours…except for them.

“take a chance with me” by niki

prompt: they’ve always liked you — no, scratch that, they adore you. everything from your contagious laughter to the way you call out their name in such a way that has them melting. but you’ve little interest in love, and one day, as you’re ranting about how overrated the concept of love and relationships seem, they just can’t take it anymore… ( TAKEN )

🎵 SONG SLOTS: [6/9]

✒️ ONESHOT SLOTS: [3/3]

✏️ DRABBLE SLOTS: [3/6]

⌕ ── event two ! ( the sweetheart’s mixtape )

for this event i’ll be making playlists for you based on your favorite genshin character and a little bit about yourself too! as mentioned before, you’ll also be filling out a google form for this section. this event is especially dedicated to all my self-shippers out there ;)

there are two kinds of mixtapes you can ask for! LOVERS MIXTAPE or CUPID MIXTAPE! in the first option you’ll just receive a total of 3 songs and a moodboard based on the info you give me. for the second option, you’ll receive a total of 5 songs along with a personal description aka a small drabble that may be a little less than about 300 words or more

please keep in mind: there are only total of 5 slots available for this part! it is a first come first serve basis so get yours quickly if you’re interested!

🎧 lovers mixtape slots available: [1/3]

🎶 cupid mixtape slots available: [2/2]

⸝⸝ ꒰ EVENT GUIDELINES !

1. you may only request for one event. meaning if you decide to pick event one you may not submit a request for the second event. this is so everyone gets a chance to request :)

2. along with that, everyone is only allowed up to one request for whichever event they chose. no exceptions.

3. keep in mind, this is a sfw event. so i will not be taking request that are nsfw or contain dark content.

4. please be kind when requesting. simply submitting a form that sounds more like a demand is not something writers enjoy to see, much less encourage them to actually write it for you.

5. i will periodically be coming back to this post and updating the slots and which songs are taken. so before submitting a form make sure you check to see if any spots are left or if the song you want isn’t already taken!

6. lastly, please be patient when it comes to me fulfilling your request, especially in regards to the first event. i can tell you now that requests submitted for the second event will come out faster compared to the other — this is not because it has priority, but mainly because it’s less time consuming! so if you do not see your request uploaded right away, i assure you i haven’t ignored/forgotten about it

to submit your request, please fill out this google form! make sure to read instructions carefully or i may not be able to fulfill your request.

⸝⸝ ꒰ EVENT COMMENCEMENT !

the event will officially begin after may 7th meaning you can still submit a request but requests and uploads won’t start until after that date. the event will end once all slots are taken. so hurry and claim your spot!

[buzzdixonwriter]

Art Ain’t A Mirror, It’s A Hammer (Part 1 of 3)

“The times, they are a’changin�� Dylan sang, and in the few weeks that passed between my jotting down this idea for a blog post and actually getting around to writing it, the creative world changed again and again and again…

But before we delve into that, let’s look at this quote by our old pal, Bertolt Brecht:

“Art is not a mirror held up to reality but a hammer with which to shape it.”

Get it?  Got it?  Good.

Now we’re going to throw in some miniskirts to the mix, add a little Samuel Beckett for good measure, then top it off with a nice Rick Beato finish.

Bear with me…

. . .

Brecht’s point was that art doesn’t reflect reality, it helps shape it by conveying ideas from the artist to the audience, ideas meant to console / challenge / desensitize / provoke / disturb / placate them and in doing so, help shape the choices and actions they make going forward.

Art is filled with unintended consequences, and typically low art / pop culture wields a far greater impact than high art / culture.

Case in point:  Who did more to channel outrage against fascism, Pablo Picasso with Guernica or Jack Kirby & Joe Simon with Captain America?

Take all the time you need answering that.

Now let’s look at one of the most important artists of the 20th century:  Mary Quant.

Many of you (especially those with XY chromosomes) are going “Who?” while those who do recognize the name don’t recognize how much she helped changed the world.

Ms Quant invented the miniskirt in 1963 -- and that three square feet of fabric contributed mightily to the youthquake and subsequent cultural and political upheavals felt around the planet.

She owned a boutique in London for the fashion conscious yet on a budget young set. And while skirts had crept up to knee length by the late 50s / early 60s, Quant said “Wot the hell, luv, right?” or words to that effect and jumped several generations of fashion evolution.

The effect proved electrifying in ways intended and unintended.

The intended way meant fashion conscious young women could inexpensively look tres chic while still being able to afford rent and food.  Most young men approved of the fashion and encouraged the young ladies (or “birds” as they were called in London back in the day) to follow the trend.

It meant the style got plenty of play in the press and on television, which bolstered popularity and sales.

Unintended effects?  A mighty pushback against the trend, with young women being arrested in many instances and the garment outright banned in more than a few locales such as the Vatican and the Deep South, being denounced from pulpits and podiums alike.

The real unintended effect?

While the miniskirt began life as a typical “Hey!  Look at me!” fashion trend, it soon morphed into something entirely different.

It was -- in the overused terminology of the times -- a liberating experience for the wearers, not just allowing more physical freedom of movement but also signaling to others in their tribe that they were young, free spirited, adventurous, and full of new ideas (yeah, I know the kneeslapper is that every new generation considers going back to the Pleistocene considers themselves to be “free spirited, adventurous, and full of new ideas”).

And while not every young women adopted it, the miniskirt sure became a cultural identifier for all young women, even those who felt it exploited them.

By wearing it openly in defiance of conventional fashion, it helped encourage women as a whole to be more openly defiant in other areas as well.

No, the miniskirt didn’t spawn the feminist movement, but it sure didn’t hinder it, either.

And paradoxically, it helped young women feel free enough to make other fashion choices.  Sure, slacks had been acceptable for women in certain informal occasions since the 1930s, and late 1940s teen girls pioneered wearing blue jeans outside of the farm, but if the miniskirt was the primary female fashion statement of the 1960s, jeans & T-shirts weren’t far behind and grannie dresses pushed a respectable third.

Indeed, jeans & Ts became practically unisex ubiquitous during the 1970s and to this day are considered normal wear for people of all genders.

To say the miniskirt made all these societal changes possible would be a gross overstatement.

But it sure made them easier.

Did Mary Quant intend that?

No.

All she wanted was to create a bright bit of fashion that felt fun to wear.

Her customers brought the meaning to her art.

 © Buzz Dixon

[ditttiii]

devil on my heels || pjm.

⇢ summary: tired of having your ego crushed day after day, late-night practices to hone your skills become your new norm. however, when help comes in the form of one ridiculously gorgeous dancer and things get risqué, do you accept it? more importantly, do you accept him?

⇢ theme: enemies to lovers. e2l

⇢ genre: risqué fluff, humor, nc17.

⇢ pairing: park jimin x reader

⇢ word count: 2k

⇢ a/n: the tightest hug for one queen @kithtaehyung​ who made this gorgeous banner that i am so insanely in love with இ௰இ also raining all my kisses on the two loves of my life @yeojaa​ & @btsismybiass​  for beta reading my crap & making it a gazillion times better. y’all are amazing & i luv u sm xo

⇢ written for : request. 

Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! 

 You curse for the umpteenth time as your body lurches to the side and second-guessing your career choices, you watch as the world tilts, body already bracing for the painful crash. 

 Fucking hell!

 Resigned, your eyes fall close, face scrunching up in a grimace as you wait for the inevitable pain of the impact against the hard studio floor for the millionth time this morning, but surprisingly, nothing comes. 

 Instead, you feel solid arms coiling around your waist and breaking the fall. 

Huh?

 It’s late, almost midnight and you wonder who it could be. Maybe the janitor? 

 The annoyingly loud tick of the seconds hand of the wall clock is a helpful reminder that you will have to open your eyes sometime soon - before whoever is feeling altruistic enough to hold up all your weight decides otherwise. 

 Let’s just get it over with. 

 Cautiously prying your lids open, you peek. The rush of blood in your ears is almost enough to drown out the sound of your very loud, very shaky exhale. 

 …no.

 The whole world comes to a screeching halt as your eyes take in the face of your saviour. 

 Blond curls that are frankly infuriatingly pretty, eyes the shade of melted chocolate and full, pink lips that you are secretly envious of. 

 There is no helping the way your figure stiffens into an unrelenting stone statue, brain finally catching up to your eyes.

 You blink once, then twice, willing the hallucination to fade because this must be a hallucination. No way in seven hells is Park fucking Jimin helping you out.

 Park Jimin. The golden boy, dancer extraordinaire, and the one who you’d gladly strangle in the dark of night. 

 Your eyes grow watery under the self-imposed blink assault, but reality, as you are slowly coming to realise, doesn’t change. However, what does change are the hands, which grow progressively tighter with every confused passing blink of yours. 

 Oh, for fucks sake!

 “Hey, you okay?” the hallucination asks, and it takes you an embarrassingly large amount of time to come about. 

 “Park?” You rasp incredulously. 

 A raised eyebrow greets you back and you snap your gaping mouth shut, instantly feeling stupid for ever opening it in the first place. 

 Damn him and his innate ability to make me feel like the crap stuck beneath his shoes. 

 “Uh... Let me go?” The tail end of your request comes out far squeakier than you’d have liked, and your cheeks burn with embarrassment. Of all the seven billion people on this damn planet, why did it just have to be him?

 Jimin’s very real hands slide up to grasp your forearms as they help you steady your feet, his grip annoyingly reassuring and cool against your sweat-soaked skin. 

 Fuck me. Fuck him. Fuck my past self for wanting dance as her major.

 “It’s late. What are you doing here?” Jimin’s eyes narrow as they scan your bruised form, and suddenly the sports bra and shorts you have on don’t seem to be covering enough. 

 “Nothing.” The response is as brisk as your movement from one corner of the room to the other, your form mechanical and awkward as you move to grab your hoodie. Then, pulling it on with your back turned to the other occupant of the room, you force down the rising wave of self-consciousness and try to sort the spinning web of thoughts in your head into some semblance of order. 

 You hear a sigh before the sound of approaching footsteps has you panicking. As the distance between the two of you lessens, your already frantic nerves are sent into even more of a tizzy, resulting in the painfully embarrassing display of you somehow managing to tangle your hands in the sleeves of the hoodie and looking even more idiotic. 

 Not. My. Fucking. Day. 

 “Need help?”  

 Like hell.

 “Gnah I ‘hve hot ti!” 

 “… There’s a sleeve in your mouth.” Is the hoodie too tight around your head, or does he sound amused? The fucker. 

 “Hnuh?”

 “Rightt…well hands incoming in 3, 2—” 

 “Nghhh!!”

 Hands that feel like ice touch your skin, and you flinch. Hard.

 “Ouch! Jesus, Park, you are freezing!” You hiss, successfully managing to free yourself from the makeshift hoodie gag. 

 “No, I am not!” Does he sound extra defensive, or is the hoodie actually blocking your blood supply after all?

 “No, you kinda are. Also, your hands are super sweaty and greasy.” 

 The only reply you get is a none too gentle pinch to the flesh of your waist, one that successfully manages to coax you into cutting back on the snark. “Right, sorry.” Your apology is half-assed at best and both of you know it, but strangely enough, Jimin says nothing. 

 “Straighten your arms. I’ll tug at three.” 

 Up close, the heat of his hands is apparent, and your spine stiffens in a pathetic attempt to push down the shiver that is burning through your treacherous bones. Nemesis or not, Jimin belongs on a hot boy bummer billboard, and the very obvious shudder that wracks your body at his touch is proof enough. 

 His hands pause, freezing around your waist and the touch is ghost-like, more absent than obvious, but it sends your heart into overdrive. Blood rushes through your ears while heat pools in the low of your belly. 

 “You okay?” 

 His voice is hoarse, and your throat grows dry in response. All those fries you have been gobbling recently must have increased your cholesterol or something because no way is it usual for a chest to feel so tight. 

 “…yeah.” 

 Somehow your voice manages to come out tighter, wrung dry like a wet tee.  

 “You alright with me touching you?” The way the vowels curl around his tongue has to be some sort of crime. This cannot possibly be legal. 

 You hum out a noncommittal sound, toes curling within the slightly too tight dancing shoes as your breaths pause, all your attention now hyper-focused on the way Jimin’s hands are skimming the smooth skin of your sides. 

 His touch is feather-light, like a gentle breeze causing the softest of ripples, and yet it’s more than anyone else that came before. The simple, almost innocent glide of his thin, ringed fingers over your ribs enough to make you lurch to him and then the grip is no longer as harmless. 

 Jimin’s fingers tighten around the thin band of your shorts in a bruising grip, and closer than ever before, you feel more than hear the way his breathing grows harsh, stuttered, forced. As though he is not as in control as he’d like to be, and then the adrenaline is rushing through your bloodstream. The instinct to kiss or flee‘s so potent, it takes every ounce of your being to keep your hands to yourself. 

 “Jimin,” you breathe.

 The warmth surrounds you so quickly it nearly causes a whiplash. Blinking in surprise, it takes you a minute to realise that your hoodie is now down, its frayed edges mocking you every time they tickle the bare skin of your thighs. 

 A few silent seconds pass, and then you finally muster some courage from the pile of burning shame that you feel and raise your eyes only to find him with his back to you. 

 The hollow between your ribs that up until a moment ago was warm with blooming possibilities now feels hollow. Cold and barren as a million tiny icicles dig into what was previously too hot to touch. Tears unseen to any eyes prick the backs of yours, shame and frustration forcing you to curl into yourself, shoulders bunching up as you do your best to disappear. 

 Clearly, your sensibility had tapered as the minutes passed because how else do you possibly explain that? 

 If there is anything left to explain, that is. For all your confusing feelings, you might just be one of the many random girls lining up, waiting for their chance to swoon over him and even if you are not…

 Sighing, you massage the bridge of your nose. No way he does not think the same of you now. 

 Heart heavy with a strange feeling keenly similar to disappointment, you move to pick up your bag and leave. Your pride might be in tatters, but you’ll be dammed if you let these last shreds be destroyed too. 

 “Where are you going?”

 And just like that, your ribs are caging thin air, heart free falling somewhere into the pit of your stomach. Wishing for a quick exit was a naïve hope; there was no way Jimin would let you go that easy. Not after that. 

 Resigned, your shoulders sag, defeat clear in their lines. Today had been a long fucking day, and exhaustion rests deep in the marrow of your bones now. You have no energy left to put up a front or defend yourself anymore. 

 “Go on, Park. Gloat.” Thick sarcasm, your very last defence before you are left bare in its crumbled aftermath. 

 He sighs like it hurts him to do so, and your shoulders rise up in defence, fists clenching by your sides.

 “Jimin.” 

 The responding sound that escapes you is equal parts confused and annoyed. 

 He sighs like he is talking to a child, explaining something intrinsically basic that the child fails to understand, and this time the sigh almost sounds like fond exasperation. 

 “You called me Jimin before. Don’t go back now.” 

 Maybe you are hearing things that aren’t even there, imagining and thinking wishfully but god at this moment - here, right fucking now - you can swear on your grave that Park Jimin sounds vulnerable. Raw and peeled open like a fresh wound, willing to be probed but scared of the outcome. 

 “What are you trying to say?” It comes out more aggressive than you’d have liked, but self-preservation is now high on your list. You need to protect whatever pride you have left and get the hell out. 

 Jimin groans behind closed lips, frustration tightening the ends until they are white, and you take a small step back when furious, tired, but still achingly pretty eyes swing over to glare at you. 

 “Get in.” He commands. 

 “Excuse me?” You gasp, stunned at the audacity of this man. Honestly, who does he think—

 Jimin shrugs out of his jacket in one fluid motion, carelessly tossing the undoubtedly costly fabric to a corner of the room.

 “Get in position. We aren’t going home until you get this right.” 

 “Ho--?! What!” Sputtering, you observe in disbelief as he settles into your choreography like a snake back into his shredded skin—movements fluid, graceful and every bit as perfect as the man who is executing them. 

 This time, for whatever reason, the usual sting of envy is dulled by a calm balm of admiration. Your eyes track Jimin’s movements in helpless wonder, and you don’t bite back the amazed curse that rises up your throat when he effortlessly executes the move that you had been failing at all along. 

 “Son of a gun….” You breathe out, fascinated and grudgingly acknowledge the unparalleled grace with which this man dances.

 “See? I can help you. Come on.” His piercing gaze finds you from behind messy blonde locks, and when your breath catches this time, it’s because of him. Not his dance, not the element of surprise, but solely him. The way the light catches his dangling earrings and bounces off his clear skin, high cheeks coloured red and shiny with a thin sheen of sweat. 

 “Okay.” The words tumble out without hesitation or a second thought, and the answering grin Jimin rewards you with is so bright. Lips tugging into a whole, confident stretch until you can glimpse his pearly white teeth, and then your heart is lodged back in place. Chest tight all over again.

 Oh...fuck. 

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