#not tagging properly again because i feel like i'm being too weird

[baezdylan]

I heard telephones, opera house, favorite melodies

I saw boys, toys, electric irons and TV's

My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare

I had to cram so many things to store everything in there

[angelltheninth]

Drunk bf megumi x f reader plzz I really need itt nowww + i love ur workkkkkkk

Another one of these? Is it the holiday spirit that makes you all wanna drink and celebrate?

Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi x Reader

Tags: fluff, drinking, kissing, slight denial, PDA, Megumi is still a tsundere

A/N: Okay, here's Megumi goodness, and right after I read JJK smut. The whiplash.

Drunk!Megumi isn't something you'll see often. Maybe once or twice a year because he's always careful with how much he drinks. When he does drink he never goes over his limit but when he does he will deny the fact that he's drunk. It doesn't matter if it's pointed out to him.

"Shut it. M' not drunk. You are. Look at your face, so warm against mine. Hm... when did you get so close to me? Don't call me cute, you know I'm not. You're the cute one here. You heard me. M' not gonna say it again. Should've listened to me."

Drunk!Megumi holds your hand under the table where no one can see and whispers into your ear. At least he thinks he's whispering but everyone can hear the cute things he's saying to you. It's a little embarrassing to be in the spotlight like this. Currently he couldn't care about being seen or heard, just making you flustered.

"Why do you think they're looking at us like that? Must be jealous of what we have. Yeah cause you're with me. And I'm with you. We're together. And I get to hold your hand and no one knows I'm doing it. They'd be even more jealous if they knew."

Drunk!Megumi will lean away from a proper kiss. He would love to kiss you but he's not sure if you'd like how he tastes right now. Blushes a deep red when you take his drink and drink some of it. Now you taste the same as he does. He can kiss you now.

"You didn't have to do that. Kisses on the cheek are fine but... I guess since you already drank it I can kiss you. But make it real quick. I don't wanna be made fun of after. H-Hey! That-! With tongue? You could have warned me a little before."

Drunk!Megumi can't stand after a few more drinks, he needs to lean against you in order to be able to walk properly. Feeling a little hot he takes his jacket off and gives it to you instead, but you don't put it on. That makes him a little sad honestly, he can get really petty and pouty when he's drunk.

"Thought you would like it. It's okay if you don't want to wear it. But you know... it makes me really happy when you wear my clothes. It feels like you're mine and I'm yours. I don't know if that makes sense, it's just clothes after all but... I really like when you wear it."

Drunk!Megumi loosely wraps his arms around you when you sit him onto the couch. Now that you're in private he feels a bit more comfortable being affectionate with you. He even starts humming a little, trying to make you fall asleep but he actually makes himself sleepy instead.

"Sit here. Better, having you here is a lot better. We should do this more often. But only if you promise not to make fun of me for it. I'm just very comfortable like this and... really sleepy. Are you sleepy too? That's weird. I don't wanna get up yet, just stay here with me."

[sehodreams]

hiya!! first off wanted to say i love ur blog and i enjoy reading all ur content but esp look out for ur toxic!riize headcanons those are fun haha, i was wondering if and only if ur comfortable with it cuz it’s a little weird.. but thoughts or a drabble about like bully! or toxic! sungchan with plus size!reader but he likes to tease her for her size sometimes but it’s really just to hide how attracted he is to every aspect of her.. idk like only if you’ve got some ideas, that’s all… thank you and i hope you have a great day!

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TW and tags: oral sex (f receiving), bully!Sungchan x plus size!reader, bullying (duh), heavy dubcon.

WC: 1.8k

Comment: thank you so much hahaha, I'm happy that you like my silly content, I love toxic!riize too, to be honest, I also want to write a toxic!sungchan x plus size!reader, I have an idea but I've been so busy I haven't been able to write properly in days, still, i hope you like this bully!Sungchan. Pd: please look at that picture, I imagined him looking like that the whole time.

You have a couple of memories from that place, like how good it felt to hug your grandmother before bed, how there was a little stall in front of your school that always had tasty sweets, and how there was a little boy you used to walk home with after classes finished.

There wasn’t much objection once your mother said you would go back and live together in your grandmother's place to not leave the house empty. You had a couple of friends, but it was nothing special, so you said goodbye to them and moved with your mother without problem.

You had to admit you were even kind of happy, perhaps you could eat those sweets again, and you wouldn’t be able to hug your grandmother, but at least you would feel her presence with the old floors and flower decorations that surrounded every room, and especially, you hoped you could see him again.

You should've known by that point in your life that having expectations only leaves you with the sour aftertaste of disappointments.

The stall wasn’t there anymore, your mother changed the whole house, leaving no trace of your grandmother behind, and the sweet boy that used to follow you with a smile now followed you to make fun of you.

It was easy to recognize him, he had the same eyes and shiny smile, and you were elated to see a good old friend now all grown up into a real man, but he wasn’t as happy to see you there, showing you a disgusted face once you told him who you were.

‘’Don’t fucking talk to me’’ he said, and you didn’t understand what you had done wrong, perhaps you were too confident, or your perfume wasn’t to his liking, or your hand was sweating too much when you touched him, you had no idea why he reacted like that, but you understood that, just like his appearance, he had changed, because that sweet boy you used to know would never talk to you that way.

Just that interaction was enough to make you never want to approach him again, and you tried to not even look at him when you recognized his voice, you didn't want to hear that tone ever again, and you did your best, but it was useless, you had become his new favourite thing.

At first, he was all words and no bite, throwing comments every now and then about your physical appearance, comparing you to a pig when you ate your lunch in the cafeteria, or mocking your uniform for being bigger than normal because of your size.

His friends only laughed at his comments, and those who weren’t his friends stayed silent, no one dared to approach you afraid of receiving the same treatment.

Then, he started to touch you.

He pinched your arm, telling you to give him your homework to copy it, then it was your cheeks, telling you to stop eating if you didn’t want to gain weight, and then, one day, when all of them had left for EP class and you were searching for your towel in your seat, from behind, he pinched your waist.

You turned to him, scared, it had hurt a lot more than when he did it to your cheek, and he definitely had done it with the intention of hurting you.

When you looked at his face, his typical grin wasn’t there, replaced by a surprised face and curious eyes, and you felt that something wrong was about to happen, so you pushed him out of the way and walked out of there as soon as you could without caring that you left with empty hands.

‘’Where’s your towel?’’ your professor asked you.

‘’I forgot it’’ you answered, not wanting to go back to the classroom.

Later, Sungchan arrived with your towel in his hand, and you got punished for not bringing all the obligatory material.

He got worse.

if he crossed you in the hallways, he would shamelessly pinch your waist until you hissed, and when he found you in the library, between shelves, he would pinch your ass, grinning from ear to ear at the picture of you biting your lips to not make a sound and get in trouble again.

As if everything he did was an innocent game, he smiled at you after nipping you in different parts of your body, like the side of your ribcage when you decided to walk away, the back of your hand when you tried to push him or your thighs when he sat beside you in the cafeteria or the study room.

‘’Why are you doing this?’’ you whispered, pushing his hand away from prying under your skirt and pinching your upper leg.

‘’Look at all that skin, your body is begging for it’’ he answered, grabbing your round hand with force to stop you from getting away, and then when you tried to do it again, he pinched the space of your boob that your bra didn’t cover, making you whimper of pain, laughing at your hurt expression.

‘’It really hurts!’’ you tried to reason with him, but he was a lost case, and he didn’t care that you were full of little purple and green spots, flinching at the mere sight of him lurking around, he wanted more.

This is going to end at one point, you tried to fool yourself.

He’d get tired and leave you alone when he found a new toy, it was impossible he only focused on you the whole time, and even if it was like that, it was your last year. After that, you’d never see him again.

Everything has an end.

Your house was the only safe space you had, even if it wasn’t anything like the warm memory you had about it, it was a place that had never been tainted by Sungchan, not like your school or the streets you walked to get there.

He would sometimes follow you and murmur insults while pretending he was your good friend walking you home, but once you opened your door and saw that he stayed feet away, you would exhale, relieved of him not trying to follow you inside too.

‘’Your friend is waiting for you in your room, I’ll go and buy something for you to eat later’’ your mother smiled, ‘’He’s become such a handsome boy’’.

She, unlike you, was excited to have him there, and you, trying to breathe properly to not show how the panic was consuming you, nodded.

There was nothing you could do to run away, it was your house, and opening your door, you saw him calmly looking at your stuff.

Your pillow wasn’t where you left it, he had definitely been roaming around for a while, invading your space and doing whatever he wanted, like he always did.

Standing in front of your bookshelf, one of your books open in his hands, he recognized your presence.

‘’Thought you would never come, didn’t know you took so many walks’’ he said and went through the pages of it, as if there was exactly something he was looking for, ‘’it doesn’t explain why you still look like that though’’.

‘’Sungchan… I’ve done nothing to you’’ you sounded as if you begging at that point, ‘’why… I don’t get why’’.

‘’I have my reasons’’ he answered, leaving the book where it was.

You flinched when he showed the intention of getting close to you, your hands becoming fists, alert, ready to run to another room in case he tried to hurt you again.

‘’We were friends’’ you said, lower lip trembling, ‘’please stop, Sungchan, it hurts’’.

He saw you like that, broken, vulnerable, and he beamed with it, walking towards you, and you thought your body would listen to you and escape, but it didn’t. Closing your door behind you, he pressed the little secure, making you finally react with the sound of the click, trembling in your place.

‘’But if I don’t touch you, who else will?’’ he whispered, taking your shaking hand, not pinching it this time, he interlocked his fingers with yours and pulled you closer to him, ‘’if you’re good, I’ll stop being so hard with you, what do you think about that?’’ he offered.

You didn’t understand, being good with what? You stayed still, looking up at him, your chest pressed against him, and his other hand went to rest over the small of your back, the generous curve from your ass to your waist that was the object of so many of his jokes.

You could see where the thing was going, and you felt yourself get nauseous with his aroma flooding your room and his temperature making you hot with almost no distance between your bodies.

‘’My mom will come back in any second…’’ you didn’t know what other excuse to use.

‘’I’ll be quick’’ his tongue poked out and wet his lips, sending a signal to your brain that screamed just be good and finish it.

‘’Will it hurt?’’ your face betrayed you, plainly showing all the fears you had, giving him, once again, the upper hand.

‘’Not anymore’’ he assured you. His hand that used to bring you so much pain suddenly became gentle and trailed up, caressing your arm with multiple marks from him, groping your chest a few times before he cupped your face. You didn’t make a single sound, not the hiss you always left out when he pinched you, or the cry when he was being too much, ‘’well done’’ he praised you when you let him open your thighs with his leg.

He quickly found his place, your pants were somewhere in your room, and his head was between your trembling legs, slurping all the involuntary wetness your body made you drip to accept him and not suffer.

Not being able to say his name properly, you moaned when his palms gripped your meaty thighs a bit too hard and his tongue found your entrance, bumping his nose against your clit between your plump folds, making you squirm at the intense sensation of him eating you out like a hungry man.

Your hands went to his hair, and you don’t know what flooded you, but you felt free to hurt him too, so you pulled his hair and moved your hips to crash his face, using him instead of the way around.

Then it felt good, to hurt him felt really good, and you thought, maybe this is why he does it, because you had never felt so powerful and in control before, especially with him.

Looking down, you two made eye contact even with your chubby stomach prodding out. His eyes had nothing of the mockery they always showed, completely lost instead, and you whimpered when he seemed pleased to have you focusing on him and what he was doing.

Not much after he started fucking you with his tongue the knot in your stomach started to feel so tight you knew it would snap in any second, so closing your large legs around his head, you crushed his head as much as you could while cumming, overflowing over his mouth and nose, asphyxiating him for a few seconds before you relaxed and finished giving him all you had.

He didn’t move away, gulping your juices and then moving his mouth up to leave a loving peck on your clit, as if he was proud you had abused him like that, and before he caught his breath again, he talked. ‘’See? This didn’t hurt’’ he smiled with the lower half of his face glistening with your orgasm.

[averyy-rae]

Are you gonna make another part of "Dear God's"?🙂

Hi, sorry this took so long <3

Dear God,...

Yandere Story

Part 1 Part 2 (here)

Summary: The Darling tried to escape (see part 1). Now they're being confronted.

Warnings: Violence, mention of chase, escape attempt, obsessive behavior, toxic relationships, (sorta) yandere harem, wounds, screaming, mention of blood, mention of wounds, fainting.

Note: This is the second part of "Dear God,...". I'm planning on a third part where the men will be introduced, if yall are interested. I'm open to asks and feedback. :)

Have fun reading.

Flashback: I can hear him trying to suppress the rage in his voice as he says ; a little too sweetly...

"Tag you're it, sweetheart..."

Darlings POV:

My breath hitches, my gaze is planted firmly to the floor. My fist clenches into the floor beneath me. I don't sit up. I don't dare to move. I think if do, they'll tear me to shreds. "Cat got your tongue Y/N?"... ' Y/N?.. shit' I repeat in my head. 'They never call me that. It's always some kind of endearment. ....No it was always some kind of endearment' 'They are pissed, shit'.

In catch Connor in the corner of my eye. He's clenching his fists. He's holding back, I can tell. "Sit." That's all Callum had to say ; he's standing directly in front of me ; before my mind can register, I'm already sitting up. The tone is his voice is..... off. It's firm and authorative. He's never spoken to me that way. He's always been so gentle and sweet. I feel my heart clenching at that thought.... 'why?' I'm confused. Why do I feel bad? I was so adamant on staying defiant only seconds ago. All it took was one word and I'm back to seeking approval. It's pathetic, really.

My eyes, which were firmly held on the ground up until now slowly look up. My eyes find Callums disgustingly expensive shoes infront me. They're still relatively clean 'annoying' my mind comments, back to defiance apparently. 'If they have to catch me, they could atleast get dirty.' I can't help but think.

I'm now in a kneeling position infront of them. I'm probably dirty, scratches everywhere. I probably look like a mess. It's not the time to care about that though. My lungs are still burning, my breathing ugly and dry. I think I hit my head when I fell, because I can feel something wet running down the back of my head and down my neck. It's warm and thick, running slowly. I still don't dare to move without instructions, so I can't check. My vision is blurry all of a sudden, 'or was it that way since I fell?' I have no idea. My head feels light. My thoughts are scattered. "..Y/N...." someone says, it feels miles away. They say something else too, but I could only make out my name. The shoes in my vision suddenly duplicate. The world feels like it's spinning. The voice sounds angry..... 'why?', my subconsciousness asks. 'Why am I kneeling?' 'wait.. Oh.... I ran.' I can't concentrate on the situation, my thoughts cloud my mind. My head feels so stuffy now, I don't know if my heads screaming, or if its Callum.... maybe Mikhail.

My world is still spinning. Suddenly I feel something firm against my head. It's dirty and smells earthy. 'I'm on the ground again?' 'weird', I feel the corners of my mouth lifting, 'I'm on the floor', my mind snickers amused. The liquid on the back of my head is now running to the floor. 'No worries, the floor is already dirty, my blood won't taint it' I think.

The last time I got blood on the floor, Callum was angry. It was some light carpet. Apparently expensive. 'Well, everything they own is expensive' my mind adds. 'He won't be mad at me right?' I ask myself. 'I ran away, hes already mad anyway.' I think. I now realize I've been chuckling, maybe laughing. 'Out loud?' Yes. I realize that, because my face hurts. All the scratches are being torn open, by my mouth's movements. I can also no longer make out Callums shoes. It's someone's face instead. I can't see properly though.

Someone's screaming my name. 'Oh' it's the face infront of me. 'But it's not mad is it?' 'No, I don't think so'. I'm talking to myself now. The person is worried. I can hear it. 'Or can I?' I question myself. My own weak, dry laugh is still ringing in my ears, 'it probably sounds just as patheticas I feel'. 'I'm still laughing.' I realize once again. My body doesn't seem to cooperate. The people shuffle around me. 'It's not just some people' my mind mocks me 'It's them'.

Before I can answer myself- I'm out. Black dots cover my already blurry vision. And my voice dies down.... and my laugh with it.

[blubushie]

ABOUT ME

READ THIS BEFORE YOU SEND ASKS/INTERACT. ASK BLU ANYTHING DAY (ABAD) is on the first full weekend of every month!

MINORS: Block the "#blu lewd" tag OR I WILL BLOCK YOU and do not DM me unless it's to ask to join Blucord. This goes ESPECIALLY if you're 16 or under. Adults on the internet are not your friends, and I am not comfortable speaking with you privately without a third party present.

G'day fellas! You can call me Blu, and I can be invoked like some Lovecraftian horror by mentioning Sniper in the TF2 tags. King of Sniper Lore (and Australia), Messiah of Bludaism, also known as the "Sheepshagging Roorooting Horsehumping Mountainfucking Melonpiping 13x-Divorced Breastmaster Hitman Inenrt Dingoboy Piss Cheese Jorts Bludysseus Blu'nt Bushgod Sniper Blog" despite not being a Sniper blog (and not actually shagging a sheep or rooting a roo or being married to start with or caring all that much for cannabis, I'm a psychedelics bloke). I'm just Like This.

Been told I'm the "Sniper kin of all Sniper kins." Not sure what a kin is these days but from what I've heard I'm content with not knowing.

This is my only blog. I have three sideblogs. One is @blu-doods, where I post my shitty stick figure art for laughs, and the other two are @art-reblugs, where I reblog art on (I reblog art here too, but the pickings are far more slim) and @post-reblugs (same as art but for text posts).

Again, not a Sniper roleplay blog. That said feel free to call me Sniper as a joke because I do very much enjoy it. Just keep in mind that I am my own person and not a fictional character. There's a real person behind the screen.

Sometimes I go on tangents and start infodumping. You can find the masterlist here. Also please read my DNI list and check out my pronouns page (I spent so much time on it).

My ask box is always open to whatever you want to say. Questions, comments, infodumping, or whatever else comes to mind. I particularly enjoy things relating to TF2, astronomy, nature, classic cars, and weapons. :]

If you find a weird animal or plant and want to know what it is, send me a picture with the location and there's a fair chance I can ID it! ("Location" doesn't need to be city, just state or general region!)

If you're looking to do art or something of me, please see this post for a guide to what I look like and this post for my rules on what is and isn't acceptable!

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SOME INFO ABOUT ME

I have autism, selective mutism, and some other issues that aren't really important. Point is that sometimes it can be hard for me to talk or properly put my thoughts into words. This makes me come across as cold sometimes. I'm not good at communicating with words and I'm better at expressing it in person where I can rely more on touch. I apologise if I seem rude because I'm not trying to be. Let me know and I'll try to articulate what I mean to say in a gentler way.

I'm 23.

Bushstraight. AMAB transmasc. Weird bloke.

I grew up in Alice Springs and spend most of my time in the NT. On the first Friday of the month there's a good chance you can find me at the Daly Waters Pub. CU in the NT! (Not now though because I'm stuck in America for the foreseeable future. Oops. Try me again in 2025!)

I hunt professionally for pest control. Usually it's invasive animals like pigs, cats, or feral dogs. I'm also licenced to occasionally deal with nuisance native wildlife like crocodiles, but aside from assisting in relocation efforts I've yet to be called out for a crocodile. I'm alright with this—I really don't want to shoot a crocodile.

I also hunt to feed myself and my dog. Her name is Misty and she's an Australian Shepherd/Golden Retriever mix. You can see her here or by checking out my "mistyposting" tag.

I used to participate in kangaroo culls and by law I have to shoot them in the head so if you ever want to know what it's like to pop skulls, reckon you can ask me. Also on the kangaroo thing: if you're Australian and from 2020-2021 ate kangaroo or bought kangaroo dog food or leather, there's a chance I'm the one what got it to you.

I'm a bushie. This means I'm a survivalist who lives out in the bush. I technically live in a van (ute + camper in the tray) but if there's good weather I'm usually sleeping outside unless it's an area with a lot of dingos (they don't usually bother people but I'm not going to take risks with my dog). I have no permanent residence and I move from place to place for work. Occasionally I have to go into cities for work (I'm looking at you, M*lbourne) but these are thankfully rare occasions and only when I'm strapped for cash.

Sometimes while clearing a squatter's land I'll find Psilocybe mushrooms and take them back home and get high when I'm done working. It makes for an interesting experience and my favourite thing to do is lay on the top of my van and watch the stars for a while.

I have a mullet and I am awful proud of it. It's easy upkeep since I can cut it using the mirror of my van.

I've drank my own piss on more than one occasion. The first time was because I was dying of dehydration out in the bush and it kept me alive for 2 days until I found water. The second time was for science. Certified Piss Kink Guy. (Editor's note: I do not in fact have a piss kink.)

I have infinitely large balls.

I am a bogan. I am proud of that too. Viva la boganism.

I am Ameristralian. I was born in the US and came to Australia when I was 2 years old—both of my parents are American but my parents lived in Australia for work. I grew up in Australia but when my parents split Dad went back home to California to buy back my grandfather's station and I spent most of my high school years in California (years 10-12) and lost my accent. I now live in Australia with a very thick American accent so I get the "lost tourist" spiel a lot and I reckon I'm never going to stop having to prove I'm Australian. It's gotten me into pub fights before and will continue to do so. I had a stroke in 2023 and now have my Aussie accent back LMAO

I've been told I'm "Sniper IRL." (Cheers, bloke I met in a Sydney pub, for getting me into TF2 by telling me this.)

I fucking love crocodiles to a possibly dangerous degree. Technically I love everything nature and especially animals, but crocodiles are just something special to me. I blame Steve Irwin and the fact my favourite thing to do as a nipper was go up to Darwin with Mum during the dry season and go croc spotting.

I like TF2, nature (particularly plants and animals), astronomy, and history. My special interest is sniping. I also love science and medicine. PLEASE ASK ME ABOUT THESE THINGS BECAUSE I LOVE TO TALK ABOUT THEM.

I swear a lot. I will not apologise for it. Fight me, cunt.

Please ask me about the shit I've seen out in the bush. I have so many stories. Actually, just ask me anything. Just talk to me in general, please. I need it.

I like knives (penchant for Bowie knives and machetes), firearms (penchant for antique bolt-actions), and old cars. I think pre-1970 Land Rovers are pretty spiffy. I can alternatively be invoked by incorrectly stating what model of Land Rover Sniper drives. It's a bloody 1965 Series IIA!

DO NOT ATTEMPT ANY OF THE SHIT YOU SEE ME DO ON THIS BLOG. I AM A PROFESSIONAL AT WHAT I DO—ATTEMPTING TO REPLICATE IT IS LIKELY TO RESULT IN SERIOUS HARM AND/OR DEATH. DO NOT GO INTO THE OUTBACK UNLESS YOU ARE WITH A GROUP AND HAVE AN EXPERIENCED GUIDE WITH YOU.

If you wanna learn the rest of the lore, you'd best delve the blog. ;]

I can also be found on AO3 also under Blubushie.

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IMPORTANT BLOCK TAGS

blu lewd: Horny asks and reblogs of suggestive art. I'm making a tag for this since I've been getting so many asks from thirsty anons (I love you, thirsty anons). MINORS: BLOCK THIS TAG OR I WILL BLOCK YOU.

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blu slew: Discussion of hunting. May contains photos from hunting. This includes animal death/animal gore, so anyone who is uncomfortable with seeing this PLEASE BLOCK THIS TAG.

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blu jarate: Anything that mentions piss in referral to urine because it's brought up a lot on this blog (not in a kink way, just in general). Block this tag if piss makes you uncomfortable.

blu boos: A personal medical journal of sorts. Block this tag if talk of injuries disturbs you.

Postbin: Hate asks. Will probably include transphobia or homophobia or intersexism because people pick on the easiest things ay? Block if you don't want to see people clowning on me.

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💙: Random thoughts or stuff from me. No worries, I don't ramble often. Also contains reblogs of things I just Vibe With that don't fit any of my other tags. Formerly #bluposting

blu news: Updates on my life. This may include failsafes.

blu zoo: Discussions of animals and plants. May contain pictures of things I see on my adventures!

blu whos: Answered asks. Please send me asks or talk to me in literally any way as I often spend weeks without even seeing another human out in the bush and let me tell you it is NOT good for one's state of mind. I may not like people but humans are social animals and it's a terrible Catch-22. Ask me about my work or life or my fic or about TF2 lore or Sniper or literally anything please.

abad: Discussions or asks from Ask Blu Anything Day, a monthly... Event? Where some of my ask rules are suspended. ABAD is your licence to go nuts in my ask box, and the rule of ABAD is that I have to answer everything honestly.

blu drew: My sketches. I don't do digital art so all of it is traditional and usually of varying quality. It's typically animals or plants I see out in the bush.

blu bushie: My adventures in the wilderness.

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🍺🍺🍺: Contains discussions of alcohol.

🍺: Drunkposting! Contains any posts I make while under the influence of alcohol.

learnin the blus: Random thoughts/rambles regarding my fic.

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blus clues: Me speculating on headcanons and lore, usually about TF2. I love lore speculation.

sniperposting: Shit specifically about Sniper since I seem to talk about him so much. Also things from my life that Sniper would also probably do.

blu pew: Weapons, mostly firearms and knives.

bushman: Reblogs relating to survivalism, bushcraft, hunting, fishing, nature, and the land. Also includes reblogs of things related to these.

stockman: Discussing my former job as a stockman.

true blu: Things specifically relating to Australia. Usually cultural things.

code blu: Things relating to medicine. This especially applies to bushmedicine.

blursed: Reblogged shit that I think is cursed. Usually text posts, sometimes images.

blusome: Just uplifting things I see and reblog. Everybody needs some added light every now and then.

blu spew: Funny things. Titled for me spewing out my coffee in the morning when I see them.

blu polls: My polls.

blu views: The VERY rare occasions I discuss politics. Most of this is either about firearms or rarely nature conservation.

mistyposting: Posts relating strictly to Misty.

moonyposting: Anything relating to Mundy, my emu. On this blog he's referred to as "Moony" so as not to have him confused with Mundy from my fic (or canon Mundy).

blu tunes: Anything relating to music.

blu chew: Anything relating to food.

ford blu: Anything relating to cars.

blu id: Posts where people ask me to identify animals and plants.

blu marbled jack: Anything relating to Jack. This is because I once saw him eat an entire block of cheese.

ask game: Ask games I find.

answered asks: Answers to things I've asked.

blubook: Posts relating to literature. It's a pun about the Australian boobook, a type of owl. Get it? Because owls are smart? And it's reading? Nevermind.

fanart: Art specifically of me because I had one person do it (cheers Lilac) and now I'm making a tag of it just in case other people do more.

blucord: Discussing things that go down in the Discord server.

blu muse: Poetry I write (because apparently I'm doing that again).

blu misc: Anything that doesn't fit into the rest of these tags.

blu queue: Queued posts.

blu reviews: Submitted posts.

bluroarer: Things I'm tagged in.

smoke signals: Back-and-forth discussions in reblogs.

dozposting: Posts about my lovely lady, @eyes-like-iron-fangs-of-rust

horseposting: Me talking about horses. I fucking love horses.

dream journal: Where I log my dreams.

eminence: Me infodumping about DND/my DND character Redd (cuz Redd + Blu = eminence purple).

PMP: Info relating to my job as a pest management professional.

matildaposting: Me discussing my late 70s Dreamer camper or other campers.

🌌: Wereshitposting—late-night blogging I get up to when the world is quiet and I can't sleep.

Also I'm writing a Speedingbullet fic on AO3 because it's boring out here and I have brainrot so go read that I guess, cheers. Chapter 10 is my magnum opus.

Here's the link to the original F/M version of the fic, and here's the link to the M/M edited version of the fic. The M/M version isn't as good and there may be pronoun errors here and there because the F/M is my primary focus and how the fic is originally written. The M/M version is also discontinued at Chapter 7 as I couldn't work Jesse's backstory properly into Jake. Sorry, folks.

If you're looking to do fanart or something I have a reference for Jesse and Suki. I also have an appearance detail for the rest of BLU team. (If you do fanart of Jesse and Mundy together I will love you forever and ever.)

[otakween]

Digimon Tamers - Episode 34

What the fuuuuuuck? Whelp, I got the darkness I've been waiting for and I didn't really care for it to be honest. Don't get me wrong, I'm still excited for this show to get edgy, but this episode just felt jarring and the animation was kinda questionable.

Btw you've all been very courteous in the replies not spoiling anything, so thank you for that. Please continue to not spoil things haha :) I feel a little bad sharing this photoset because even the episode's title is spoilerific, but I'll make sure to tag it properly so at least the people that blacklist spoilers don't see it. (Then again, maybe I'm the only one in 2023 who still hasn't seen this show lol).

Notes:

Because I made the mistake of googling Culumon's gender a few episodes back, I did get spoiled that they're not really a digimon. Still, this raises many questions. What are they? Where did they get the name Culumon? What was their original form and how did they get their current form? etc. etc. I guess them not being a digimon lines up with them being partner-less and having a weird digivolution enhancing power.

This episode felt weird because it was basically (other than a brief, relaxed bit) one loooong battle scene filled with misery and rage. It sort of felt like one of those really abrupt surprise horror things like Doki Doki Literature Club because the tone shift was so jarring. Normally I like that sort of thing, but I don't know that it was executed well here.

I think the main flaw that this episode had for me is that the focus was on Leomon dying and Juri breaking down over his death. I do not care enough about those characters for that to have an impact on me. I don't feel like there was enough time spent developing their tamer-partner relationship. Even in this very episode when Leomon is questioned as to why he became Juri's tamer he's just like "fate I guess" which is a pretty lukewarm response. Also, Leomon dying is like a meme in Digimon lore, so that was another blow against this moment.

It felt a little off to me that Kyubimon got so beaten up but Ruki just panicked on the sidelines instead of running to comfort her. I get that that was probably a self-preservation response, but it seemed a little cold.

First Juri's digivice (arc, whatever) blue screens and then Takato's shatters!? Now that's intriguing...

I was hype to get a new "bad" digivolution since that hasn't happened since SkullGreymon (unless you count abominations like Chimeramon). It was a little upsetting to see Takato flip out. I wonder if his mixed emotions about Guilmon "just being data" played into his accidental abuse. The evil digivolution is cool looking but maybe has too many colors going on

Daaaaamn, poor Shiuchon just GOT here and now she's going through all this trauma. Not fair...

That was quite the cliffhanger ending, I feel like the follow-up to the chaos will be more interesting than the chaos itself...

[oysterdelite]

hello sir, i honestly found ur blog thru a really nice horny post (gotta draft insane tags because waow) and rushed to your blog to follow and maybe even put more of your posts on my sideblog

but your latest post, the longer one about how u feel not really cares for in your own space really stopped me in my tracks

like i know you said in your intro and even in ur post that you're still welcoming subs to leave messages in your asks and even dms, but idk, just having my first interaction with your blog be a full on kittyboy sub hornydump felt really shitty

I'm really sorry u experienced uncomfortable or weird or creepy subs on here, leaving shit you don't want to engage and not caring about doms and tops, nor aftercare for them, i wish u only had interactions from subs n bottoms properly respecting others, although it's not really something on me or u or anyone other than them ehhh

sorry about getting rambly, I'm just sorry u have to deal with that, i wish i could do something to make u feel better or just less shitty, u seem really cool, outside of the kink space too (from ur intro)

i know this ask is way too long and mostly not really in the proper tone for an anon ask on a kink horny blog on tumblr, i don't expect you to answer it or even read it fully tbh i guess i just wanted to let u know that even tho i just found your blog properly, and not thru random reblogs from other, even tho we never interacted, i appreciate you as a top and person outside of kink horny stuff too? and i think u deserve better than creepy guys not even caring about aftercare or basic respect

can't really send asks from my kink sideblog, so ig I'll just sign it woth good old anon emoji hihi

Holy 🪽 (he/him)

Thank you for that! I really appreciate it :]

Honestly that post wasn’t from a place of “you guys suck and should be ashamed” but truly from a place of hope that kink spaces and kink blogs can be comfortable for everyone! I’ve curated this space in a particular way, and I’m very lucky that I have the option to not respond to certain asks or delete dms or not interact with blogs that say off putting things.

It’s hard to exist in a kink space as a dom or a sub because sadly, as with anything in life, there will be people who don’t act with comportment and are unable or unwilling to follow the etiquette laid out.

I cherish and enjoy a solid 98% of interactions that I have with people on this blog! But I think it’s also important to be transparent about my experiences. I know that there are other doms and tops out there just like me who are harassed or who are put in positions that are uncomfortable. It is my hope that speaking about what it’s like to be on the other end of that will allow us all the understanding that while we operate in different roles- we still have the same flesh and blood and sinew coursing through us. The same feelings that can get hurt. The same hope that we are respected and enjoyed not for what we’re offering or for our bodies or roles but simply because people enjoy the content we make and may also enjoy who we are.

I’m not going into this with the unrealistic expectation that everyone that reblogs my post wants to know more about me as a person. Hell, I reblog a bunch of posts from blogs that I never see again!

I enjoy being a kink blog, I enjoy the content I make, I enjoy the people I talk to, I enjoy the asks, the dms, (I enjoy the attention a hell of a lot lmao!) And I also enjoy the rules and limits that I have placed. I enjoy my personal space. I enjoy feeling safe. These things can coexist and should coexist.

And y’know what. I’m not angry at the people who are weird. Maybe it was a horny brain-addled misjudgment!

But kink spaces should be safe for everyone, and the more I talk about proper etiquette with doms and tops- the more bottoms and subs that follow me are able to understand our perspective and see us as human beings :]

Thank you for your ask, I appreciate it! And I appreciate you!

[yasmindifference]

I feel you on the Steph thing. I do occasionally come across Steph fics I like (theres a really good AU one where she and Tim are both trans and meet at a shelter run by Jason, the bat stuff is there but honestly kind of secondary), so I haven't blacklisted the tag, but I struggle with most of them as well. The way many authors write her, she's constantly overstepping Tim's boundaries and if that were treated as a bad thing by the narrative I'd be ok with it - but usually the people writing this don't seem to see anything wrong with it. I'll read much darker stuff than that with pleasure, of course, but generally I like it when the author *knows* that what they're writing is fucked up, and not just normal besties/couple behaviour. One good one I read has Steph overstep a boundary in an early chapter, but then get called out for it and properly apologise, and that I like! But yeah. There's a lot of weirdness around her.

(don't publish this ask if you are worried about attracting the attention of people who want to get mad at you, I totally get it! That's why I'm on anon after all lol)

For me, the really big issue was how...one-sided her dynamic with Tim was. I saw a lot of fics where Stephanie was constantly insulting Tim and usually hit him at least once (because he'd been inconsiderate/thoughtless) and talked about how lucky he was that she put up with him. And if that's a mutual dynamic, it's fine! Playful insults and casual violence are just how some people relate!

But I never saw fics where he insulted her back and I never saw fics where he hit her. She would punch him in the face and he would apologize! Then the narrative would go on about how awesome she was and how lucky he was that she tolerated his thoughtless behavior. He never so much as shoved her in return.

And I think I've talked about this before, but personally I hate being called dumb, so the fact that she was constantly calling him a moron (or mean takes on his name like "boy blunder" which I hate with the power of a thousand burning suns) as just like, a casual nickname...that would've been enough on its own tbh. Again, it would be one thing if he reciprocated by calling her names, but he never did!!!

Apparently a lot of people enjoy that as a friendship dynamic, because I saw their friendship portrayed that way in a lot of fics by a lot of different authors...but for me, it just reads as super toxic. I literally just wanted to leap through the screen and pull Tim away from her! Especially when she acted this way towards him in front of other people and they'd just be like "admit it, you had that coming." That is extremely not for me.

Like you, I don't mind reading dark stuff when there's awareness for it, but the way the narrative in those fics would lean heavy into how Tim was being a bad friend (usually because he was uncommunicative/left Stephanie to worry by keeping secrets/etc.) just made me incredibly uncomfortable. So. Here we are lmao.

(But I totally get you on the boundary violation stuff, too! There was a lot of that.)

Thanks for letting me know I'm not alone, anon! ♡

[trixiedjinn]

Yo, pronouns: I kinda vibe with fae/faer, but she/her is simpler

This is mostly reblogs of things I like. I don't use individual tags, but if it's horny it'll have nsft in the tag, if I think it's scary it'll have horror, but these tags are mostly for me to sort through here for what's important to my interests. If you like my constant horny posting, perfect! Go interact with the blog it came from ✨ you're welcome for the advertising. The only tags that're gonna be super important for you besides are:

#my poetry, #oddwords) my poetry and loose thoughts. If you can stand my incessant horny posting, you've probably got good/bad enough taste to enjoy it 😅

#annoyed, #politics) Everything is political, but if it's especially politicized it'll get one of these two tags. It'll probably also be something that frustrates me about the world. If it's just something I think is annoying, I'll just ignore the post instead of reblogging.

#echoes) it's been a long time since I've properly performed at all, and I'm anxious about it, but I'm also an attention whore and I love singing. If I ever work up the nerve to do it again, you'll see covers under this tag. If I ever write something, it'll get the #oddwords tag too.

That said, if you're under 18, stupid (some flavor of bigot, tenderqueer, any kind of unironically spiritual/religious) go away thanks ✨🖤

I don't like you, or you're too young for this rn, and I think anti-empiricism is fucking stupid. I'm not respectful or whatever dog whistle you've made up for tolerating being stupid. +NO, I will not make an exception for you. At best I'll people please to avoid an uncomfortable confrontation, and desperately hope you get sick of me. The only crystals I like are the crystal gems, and mythology isn't real; weird idiots fuck off.

Read under the cut if still you want my ear for some reason

I save most of my important thinking for my work blogs, Mystydjinn and Belledjinn, where I run a super cute/cursed vtuber routine ✨

[Mysty 🖤] I found a djinni and made her promise me 3 wishes if I set her free from her prison with a fourth. I am bad at making wishes though, so instead of having fatter boobs and thousands of screaming fans, I've got a virtual doppelganger with bigger boobs than me. But the djinni is cosmically bound to be our manager now, so the existential horror is easier to cope with 😅. I'm a nerd, so this blog is solely about the games I'm working on, games I've played, games I am playing, games I'm DM/GM'ing, voice acting & writing projects, and the rare shitpost. It's also mostly "clean" at least as clean as I have to be to stay monetized on YouTube, but that's it.

If you like fictional literature at all, you want to follow [🖤Belle]. She's the djinn that cursed me, is smarter than me, and likes snatching people from their beds to be her plaything in the middle of the night- she's a little bit maleficent I'm ngl. She's really good at picking shots of me for my Fansly though, so I mostly let her do whatever she wants. Expect smut (mostly wlw), and full stories about adults in general. Fellow old Gen Z and millennials who're chill, this one's for you.

All that said, I'm a lot of other things too:

Sapphic- I like "women," and basically only women, even if the concept of gender is... kinda pointless? Idk. It feels more honest to just describe what presentations and bodies I like, because the hottest studs/butches always look like men who've seen war with tits and occasionally a fat ass. But a cool person is a cool person.

Poly- I don't believe in distinctions between "kinds" of love. Love by my understanding; is a mutual level of fondness and trust between individuals, plus a commitment to maintaining that mutual fondness and trust. Romance, is just various ways of expressing sexual intent, or sex itself. Not all my relationships carry the same weight for me, but my "platonic" relationships are just as categorically important to me as my "romantic" ones. If I love you, I love you. If I wanna drip this soaking kitty into your mouth while I stuff your cock/clit/idk into mine, then I wanna hear you scream my name and/or force me to call you Mommy. Exclusivity, as result, is a pretty useless arbitrary restriction to me. I'm interested in dedicated relationships, all of mine are, but if you don't want me playing with the other bunnies/kittens/puppies/mommies/dommes/toys on the playground, you'll need a pretty convincing argument for why not, like a literal dowry or something. I'm apparently pretty picky with my heart though, so if I love AND wanna fuck you, you're in a pretty exclusive "club." But I'm gonna fuck whatever I feel like fucking.

I'm obsessed with game design/media and the arts; there's not a medium with a digital presence I don't know at least a little bit about, and I love to learn, as much as I love creating cursed nonsense.

Hypersexual, for better or worse

I am someone with a very low tolerance for manipulative communication. Say what you want, and say it quickly and clearly.

If you're not direct with me, or refuse to clarify honestly when I ask why you're in my DMs; I'm not gonna know what you want and I'll get anxious. When I'm anxious I get hypervigilant, and on the off chance I realize you're trying to manipulate me because you're too anxious to be direct, or think you are; I'll block you on the spot. Go to therapy and learn how to use your words like a fucking adult.

Be straight with me or be a fan, please and thank you. I'm a whole person with my own interests and desires, not a product to be consumed, a trophy to make you finally feel worth something, and certainly not a character you can kin unless you're paying me.

DMs are only open to MUTUALS who are honest about and comfortable with their intentions.

The rest of you; man, woman, or fellow enby things, use my Asks and/or go to Belledjinn to DM me and pay for my time and energy. I enforce the performer/audience divide with hostility because I am hostile.

Mutuals

If you wanna shoot the breeze about a special interest, send me something you think I'd find fun, share your favorite smut/porn, or erp, just pop in and ask me or just start talking 🖤 I am a too busy ditz though, so be patient if I'm hard to keep track of.

I'm a switch 🖤 (princess/bunny sub - service domme) and a masochist 🖤 I get bratty, but unless you're dommy enough to shut me up, you've just flipped my switch. I'm embarrassingly obedient if given the opportunity, unless I'm working though, so I'm mostly interested in other switches if not outright brat tamers 🖤 ask me about other specific kinks in DMs please; furries 'n monsterfuckers pls say hi too 🥺

Also, my favorite bird is a crow. I'll ask you if you know to see if you actually read this.

I promise you'll get farther by being earnest about what you want from me, especially if it's "gross" 🥵 Cuz I like being nasty too. The tags in my horny posts aren't just for show, so ask about them if you wanna know

Also:

My brain is at ten, 90% of the time and it can be exhausting. If you'd be uninterested in me while I'm at 4, you can't actually handle me. Go away.

[khuzena]

You'll never be a bother to me

Chamber x reader

Fluff and angst

"Hi, could you make a chamber x reader fluff + angst please? It can be abt anything! <ty!3" - @aernyx (why cant i tag AAAA)

Yooo! Im having brain fog rn and im rlly sick but i finished this request, finallyy

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After a few months of joining the VALORANT protocol, chamber has proven himself as a very valuable asset to the protocol even though a lot of the members don't trust him. His skills and talents were great so brimstone would bring him to missions often yet the stress started to build up more. It's been 4 days since you've had any interaction wih him that atleast lasted for 5 minutes and it's starting to make you both feel lonely.

You decide to bring him some tea to his workshop so you can ease off the burden and stress on his shoulders.

On your way to his room, you noticed both jett and phoenix coming from the kitchen, "Hey what's up!" jett said while drinking from her juice box.

"Oh uh nothing, just here to visit chamber that's all." You shrugged and continued walking.

A sigh leaves phoenix then he chimed in,"I don't think it's the best idea to bother him now bruv. He's been very cranky these days and it's really terrifying."

"Yeah but you know what's more terrifying, phoenix? Your weird-ass hairline HAHA." jett laughed while nudging on his left arm.

"Whaddya mean by that?-" he replied but then jett started running away, "Come back over here you idiot!"

You huffed and just waved them goodbye while clutching the warm tea in your hand. Knocking on his door and waiting for a reply, but there was only silence. "Chamber, vincent can I come in?" No response again but as you leaned your ear onto the door you hear some metal clanking, almost like tinkering of his weapons again and silent cursing from inside. "Vincent, im coming in!"

Walking into the room you waved at him and put a cup of tea on his table.

He glanced at your physique for a while then continued to silently tinker with his weapons.

...

"Are you alright?" You asked him with concern and walked up to him. Trying to pat his hair but then he swatted your hand away.

"Mon amour I'm greatful for the tea but can you please go? You're being such a bother." He said and strongly emphasizing his words then turned his back on you.

'Oh.'

"Fine then, I'll go."- you scoffed and walked your way to the door -"You probably don't even need me here anyways."

He was too stressed to even ask for your comfort or even speak to you and he knew he messed up. The door behind him closed slowly which was worse than full on slamming the door on him. Chamber knew damn well he fucked up but as always, the stress got the best of him and continued to work on his project.

The next day, you couldn't sleep properly because the words he said to you last night kept ringing in your ears. As you sat up on the bed, you lazily rub your eyes and turned off the alarm and made your way to the bathroom.

Noticable eyebags and dried tear stains on your cheeks, you tried to wash it off and cover it with concealer but they'll find it out anyways.

Meanwhile in chambers room, he felt more tired than usual and couldn't stop thinking about how much he fucked up last night. He wants to apologize to you but he knows how mad you get when arguments like these arise.

He's thought about it for a while and came to a decision that he'll apologize you the moment he sees you again.

Walking out of his room, he quickly made his way to your room and softly knocked on the door and called out your name but no response. He tried to open the door knob and it actually worked, you didn't lock the door and he was confused. Checking your room, there were tossed tissues on the floor and a messy bed but no sign of you inside.

'fuck, fuck. Where the hell is y/n?' he thought to himself while exiting your room and deciding to go to the kitchen again.

While on his way to the kitchen he saw skye munching on some candy bar while sitting on a couch and asked her, "Have you seen y/n anywhere?"

To which she replied, "Hmm.. come to think about it I did see them but they quickly left with some snack in their hands. I think they were in a hurry."

"Oh. Well then, thank you. I'll go now then." He said and continued walking to the protocol's living room. It was quiet for a while until he saw the other agents doing their thing in the morning and some chattering here and there. But he paid no mind and kept scanning every corner of the rooms for maybe he can find you now.

He spent 5 minutes looking for you but there was still no sign of you, he was about to give up until omen and cypher bumped into him and they took the hint, but they thought for a while before saying, "Are you looking for y/n?" Omen said with a small knitted cat plush in his hands. "Ah yes I am, do you know where they are?" Chamber asked.

"I saw them run to the garden with snacks in their hands..." Omen replied and fiddled with his knitted cat. "Was it because of something that happened yesterday?" Cypher butted in and played with his tripwires. He shrugged and scoffed, "None of your business cypher. Anyways, thank you for that omen."

Chamber arrived at the garden and looked at every corner but he won't give up just yet. He checked every corner until he heard whimpering and silent eating behind a tree.

While you quietly ate your sadness away, you saw chamber walked up to you with a sympathetic look in his eyes and sat besides you. You looked away and continued eating but he broke the silence and uttered, "I'm sorry."

"You don't sound sorry." you knew you were being petty but you can't jsut ignore how you feel right now.

"Look im genuinely sorry, I didn't mean what I said last night. I promise to make it up to you." He apologetically murmured and took your hand.

Turning to look at him, you can see how guilty he is for his actions and just decided to accept his heartfelt apology.

"Fine, but if you do that again im ignoring you again for a whole week." You mumbled and hugged him as he softly smiles at you.

"Don't worry, mon cherie. You'll never be a bother to me and I'm deeply sorry. Je taime(I love you) y/n"

He pressed a kiss against your temple and laughed with you again. But from a distance that particular group watched both of you from a window,

"See I told them to not come to chamber's room when he's busy" phoenix joked while leaning on the wall.

"Don't worry, at least problem solved." Omen replied and left the room, leaving the knitted cat on your desk.

"Cypher how'd you find out they had a fight?" Jett asked with her lit up eyes and waited for his reply.

"Hmm.. I have my ways."

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This was a long fic but i really enjoyed writing it even if I was teary eyed because i got a stupid abscess on my right leg, thanks for reading and requesting though!yours truly,

-zen

[sarahinara]

it's like 230am and I've already taken my meds but let's see how coherent I can manage to make this.

first oof omg. okay but the like. conflating of maine and the meta (with sigma & eventually the others) and the meta (without the ais) within fandom is so?? like distressing lmao.

the fandom wiki goes on and on about he was ambitious and conniving and power hungry but I just feel like that's so unfair?

because looking at the leaderboard across seasons nine and ten, I think the main reasons for him climbing the board are due to other people's actions and then like. taking a bullet or twenty to protect the briefcase/carolina during the terrible no-good very-bad heist™, and then once sigma gets involved it sure does seem like he does a lot of whispering in maine's ear. (the whole 'sic him' moment will never not be unsettling asdfghjkl)

BUT! but sigma was supposed to be carolina's and she gives him up so that maine can still communicate with the group but like. a decent majority of them can Already make sense of what he's saying? and sigma obviously has his own agenda like friendo iunno if your interpretation of what maine Means to say is wholly accurate.

I'm gonna get to Washington in a hot minute I just have a lot of feelings ;__; because he's got creativity&ambition via carolina, and then fear and happiness from her too. and then theta was next I think?? then gamma and omega, and finally delta? the order he acquires them in aren't intentional I'm sure but it still has me feeling like the pepe silva meme.

and he has So Many all at once? I mean there's that whole 'oh he was power hungry and that's why he&sigma are scooping all of the ais and tech up' but there's also that like. is it so wrong to want them to all be together? in the scheme of things? do they talk with one another in his head? is it Almost like being part of a team again? when does the mental exertion start to melt his brain and hollow him out into the seemingly single minded Meta? what was it like to suddenly have them all gone again? alone alone alone in his head and he can't even properly use his equipment anymore. absolute bullet in the kneecap no wonder he's so petulant and sassy to wash in s8.

anyways. pfl strong silent aggro tank maine and messy rookie 5ever washington make my heart hurt. they both (wash later, mostly) have that hair trigger tip into sudden sharp violence and Yet that 'my friends are in danger gotta toss myself in front of oncoming bodily harm bc that's how I operate' aspect to them as well. how washington is the only one still sitting in the lecture room while sigma fiddles around with the concept of metastability. like what was That about. those moments in s8 where it's almost back to normal exasperated banter? you can't see it but wash is prolly making exasperated lil bitchfaces all the time?

the whole. whose idea was it to bring the meta back along on the epsilon retrieval quest. his brain is prolly fried and he can't use his armor properly and his more than a little unstable. was it the chairman? surely he must have seen some sort of flaw in sending him back out there. was it washington? insisting that the shell of one of his dear friends needed to tag along with him? was there a trade thrown in there somewhere for maine's sake? would he have wasted away in some unsc prison somewhere if not?

wash knew the meta was likely going to try some nonsense when it came to epsilon (and later beta) and yet!!! and yet they're still a team and duoship weird not quite wary friends again not quite perfectly civil work partners. breaks my HEART!

anyways ;__;

okok putting my thoughts under a read more because this got long LMAO

pre-sigma maine (+wash)

YES justice for pre-sigma maine. when it come to the freelancers and the leaderboard, the only ones who reeeeeally cared about the rankings (that we saw) were carolina, south, and ct. the others mention it at points (york and north had a short convo about it), but they have the most reactions to changes/their placements on the board.

but maine? the guy who just does his job of kicking ass when asked? he’s not the one trying to jump off buildings and compete against his fellow agents (a la carolina after tex shows up), nor does he push himself to perform in the field (a la york after his eye injury). you’re absolutely right that maine probably  climbs the leaderboard because he’s just good at what he does.

I think that’s partially why I love the maine+wash duo so much—neither of them played to the project’s machinations of the leaderboard. wash comments so. many. times. about the absurdity of what they’re doing that partnering with maine is probably a breath of fresh air. no-nonsense, you-charge-ahead-I’ll-cover-the-field, oh-right-my-trackers-thanks—they know their strengths, that they’re good, and don’t need a leaderboard to tell them that.

post-sigma maine aka the meta

sigma is absolutely the source of any ambition for power in maine. at this point, the other AIs in use were omega, gamma, delta, and theta; tex probably didn’t talk to anyone about omega, gamma was just sorta odd, delta was calm but logical, and theta was unassumingly cute. maine didn’t have any reason to be overly cautious about sigma when he first got him, and sigma probably kept up pretences during their initial days in order to gain maine’s trust.

and then he has this AI, this piece of hardware wired into his brain and every thought—maybe sigma doesn’t interpret for maine 100% correctly, but he’s able to convince maine that he does. maybe sigma oversteps his boundaries as an AI, and goes down neural pathways he shouldn’t. then, when sigma whispers to maine, how is maine supposed to know if it’s the AI’s thoughts or his own?

I like to think that maybe that’s why he was able to have multiple fragments at once and still function, unlike carolina. whereas eta and iota kept to the AI-designated areas of their freelancer, sigma had such a handle on maine that his want to become human became maine’s as well, because suddenly he realizes that he feels the fragmentation as much as his AI does.

with each fragment he collects, maybe maine feels more whole despite the strain he’s putting on his body. each new voice in his head is like him remembering how to feel—happiness, fear, trust. when they talk to each other, it’s just like any other time he’s rationalized with himself.

this is when maine becomes the meta. when “maine”—everything he was before sigma was implanted—just becomes another fragment of the alpha, desperate for the other pieces that they lost. I don’t think meta is hollow-minded necessarily, but just an amalgamation that transforms maine away from what he once was.

post-meta maine (+wash)

the EMP goes off and it is so quiet.

I think maine is left reeling, still feeling like a fragment despite all biological evidence to the contrary, and doesn’t remember how to be human anymore. his combat abilities are deeply-ingrained muscle memory, but his thoughts? his emotion? the AIs were so intertwined with his mind that every flare of feeling is new and alarming.

then he meets S8 wash, and it only makes it so much worse. because the angry, betrayed man in front of maine is so conflicting with who he remembers, and he doesn’t have the capacity to process that. wash gives him an order and it’s so familiar and maine knows that he should trust wash, that he wouldn’t have hesitated once upon a time, but his mind is broken and all he can focus on is how quiet it is why can’t I trust you why can’t you trust anyone—

why does maine go with wash to search for epsilon? I think they’re both loose ends for freelancer, but neither with any lingering love for the project. wash is tired of it all; maine is a lost man wandering through each day. wash offers his efforts in exchange for his freedom; maine is offered freedom in exchange for his efforts. the chairman pairs them together because the records are clear—they were a good team, and they won’t come anywhere near freelancer after this.

I think if their goal was anything else, if they weren’t dealing with AIs, then maybe wash and maine could’ve come out from their mission a little better for it. his friend is broken but he’s here, and wash learns how to trust again when he feels that white armor pressing against his back in a firefight; his friend is broken but he’s here, and maine finds his own voice again when they’re killing time between objectives. with time, they both feel less alone.

but they were hunting epsilon, and this is maine’s chance to feel whole again, like how he felt when he had the fragments filling his head. there is no downtime, no chance for either of them to heal with their mission looming over their heads. maine might work with wash throughout S8, but when the opportunity presents itself to collect epsilon and beta? the opportunity to be human again?

he never had a choice.

[moefongo]

Sorry for using an ask, but my app wouldn't let me make a submission for some reason. Writing through the block is always the best method, take that crap head-on. If you feel like it, what about how the various bachelor's react to the supposed death of builder (after they've been romanced) from the new update.

If you feel like it, no rush, and even if you don't, thanks anyway! Have a lovely day!

Don't worry anon, tumblr is weird like that. And yeah you're right I've even worked on really old asks i had half way through because i couldn't bring myself to write anything and its worked so far! And this is right up my alley since I do love some angst, though i wont write for Fang since I have a whole fic dedicated to this and Justice since I have something related to this for him as well, so I hope its ok w you!

Oh yeah and if you want a whole fic about any of these im down to do it lol

The bachelors (romanced) reacting to the builder's death (Part 1)

I'm putting this under a cut for spoilers!

(Also trigger warning for suicidal thoughts and mentions of suicide its nothing too explicit but i just want to make sure to tag things properly! If you want me to add any other tag let me know, thanks!)

Arvio

They had told him the night before that they had an important mission with the Civil Corps early in the morning and Arvio had a terrible feeling about it ever since they told him. He barely slept that night, he even prayed to the Light to keep them safe. Which is something he never does since Arvio isn't really a man of religion, but he really wanted them to be safe.

The next day, everything was normal and he hoped everything went well with the builder so he went to work as usual since he had no choice but to wait for them to visit him after the mission was over. They never really told him what it was, just that it was related to Logan. The morning passed quickly, but there was an unpleasant atmosphere in town that day. It wasn't even 1 pm when Justice told Arvio the terrible news. He had been the first to know and the town followed suit when Arvio's screaming and crying could be heard all over Sandrock. 

Arvio wanted to die in that same moment that Justice finished talking, he just wanted to run and jump off the same cliff they fell from and join them. He couldn't bear to accept the fact that they're gone. 

Things got so intense with Arvio that Fang had to go and sedate him. Fortunately the builder came back relatively unscathed aside from a few cuts and bruises and found out about what happened with Arvio and decided to stay with him until he woke up. 

Once he did, he swore that it was the builder's spirit visiting and since he was still a bit loopy he broke down to cry again despite the builder hugging him so he could feel that they were there with him. Then when he came back to his senses, Arvio refused to leave the builder alone and forbade the Civil Corps from taking them to dangerous missions again.

Burgess

This surely had to be a bad joke, Burgess knew nothing could happen to the builder. He had been praying all morning for their well being so it was impossible for them to have passed.

But no matter how many times Matilda or Miguel explained it to him, the poor soul always remained optimistic on their return, hoping that the builder would prove them wrong and come back to Burgess's side. 

 However deep down, way below that denial, Burgess knew that his prayers went unheard and that the Light abandoned him just when he needed it the most. He prayed and prayed for a safe return and all he got was condolences. 

 Burgess did cry and uncharacteristically questioned the Light's reason for their passing and no matter how many times Miguel or Matilda told him that it had been the Light's purpose, Burgess refused to accept it. In fact those words angered him, how could such a loving and benevolent deity let something so awful happen, especially to someone as good as the builder. 

But since the Light works in mysterious ways, the builder managed to scramble back to town before sundown. They were exhausted, roughed up and dirty and all they wanted was to nap with Burgess for a while. And despite everyone's concern to stay home they made their way back to the church where Burgess was still praying. 

 It was kind of dramatic, the builder swung the church doors open and surprised Burgess turned around to see who it was and as soon as he realized it was them he ran up to them, enveloping them in a gentle hug. Still wrapped in his hug, the builder couldn't help but to break down in tears as they apologized over and over for making him think they were dead. But he didn't care about that anymore, the builder was back and the Light was true to its word and brought them back safe and sound. 

Then they spent the rest of the day being taken care of by Burgess, who helped them get clean and comfy and then settled in to sleep with them. 

Ernest

He really hated this Podunk town and its lack of basic commodities, but the only one who made the stay worthwhile was the builder. He had high hopes of convincing them of ditching Sandrock and moving to Atara with him; he wanted to make sure they had everything their heart desired, including the best work opportunities. 

Unfortunately this silly little dream of his would be crushed when he found out the builder had died. Ernest was dumbfounded at the level of incompetence of the Civil Corps. He wasn't angry, he was fuming and it was damn sure that there would be hell to pay in Sandrock. 

By the time Unsuur left his apartment, Ernest was already writing a hefty letter, reporting the Civil Corps for their ineptitude.  It was a hefty letter, spanning at least three pages. Once that letter was done, he packed his bags hastily as he fought back tears.

For the first time, someone liked him for who he was and not for his wealth. They were kind, sweet and genuine, and they made Ernest a better person, and most importantly, they became that light in his life they were looking for and now that light is gone.

He spent less than an hour getting everything packed and made his way to the train station. He had finished buying the ticket for the next train to Atara when he saw the builder running back to the town. At first he thought it was his mind playing tricks on him, but as they approached, Ernest was able to recognize their form and instinctively ran to them, leaving his bags at the station.

Ernest ran as fast as possible and stopped the builder dead in their tracks. They looked like they had seen better days, but that doesn't matter now, they were right there in front of him and a sense of relief washed over him as he grabbed their hand and ran back to the station, he was now intending to buy a ticket for them and take them to Atara. He wasn't going to let them get hurt again in this town. But thanks to the builder's persuasion he ended up staying in Sandrock for now. However he was still going to send that letter after he edited out the parts where he stated that the builder was dead.

Miguel

Out of all the members of the church, he had to stand on the stage alongside Matilda, who gave out an eulogy for them. Miguel had to do his absolute best to keep it together as per Matilda's request but if it were for him he would've searched for their body instead. Miguel felt absolutely horrible at that moment, feeling as if his heart had been ripped right out of his chest, but perhaps it was the Light giving him the strength to stand there.

Though occasionally during the eulogy, he managed to catch on to comments others said about how he doesn't look devastated to know that his lover is dead. Fools they are, Miguel loves the builder more than anything, except the Light above. If they knew the pain he is going through right now, that ignorant bunch wouldn't dare to say such things. 

Thankfully, the Light performed a miracle in front of his eyes and the builder came in running towards the stage. Once up there they stopped to catch their breath since they had been running the whole way back. But before addressing the concerned citizens they hugged Miguel as tight as possible and in return Miguel let go of his typical decorum and simply broke down in tears as he held on to them for dear life. He didn't care if it made him look unbecoming of a minister to break down like this but his beloved builder was back and that was all that mattered.

 However he made sure to give the Civil Corps a stern lecture on safety procedures as well as on rescue procedures since he didn't want this to happen again.

Owen

How the hell did Justice allow something like this to happen? If Justice promised to keep them safe out on missions and he couldn't even do that? It was a simple request and Justice fucked it up. That day as soon as Justice came by to tell him the unfortunate news Owen broke down. He didn't know if he should cry or be angry. He didn't even let Justice finish talking and he was already screaming at Justice to leave the Blue Moon. It was rather rare to see Owen like this and even Grace who witnessed the whole thing. 

It was only a matter of seconds before Owen would start throwing things at Justice but luckily he ran off before Owen could throw a salt shaker at him. 

 Once Justice was gone, Owen dropped to his knees and began to cry inconsolably. Grace on the other hand was at a loss, she didn't know what to do with him at that moment since she obviously knew the builder was alright and she had to go meet up with them soon. So Grace suggested that they close the Blue Moon for the day since Owen wasn't in any condition to handle customers today. Somehow she managed to convince him and accompany Owen back to his place. 

Owen was silent on the way back to his house, except a few sobs here and there. Though it was a short walk he wanted to pretend he hadn't cried just moments ago, despite looking like a mess.  As soon as Grace shut the door she could hear Owen screaming and throwing things around his house. It devastated her to see him in this state but she couldn't do anything to comfort him for now. 

About half an hour later, Burgess knocks on Owen's door and surprisingly Owen opens the door telling the poor Burgess to leave without even hearing what he has to say. Still he insisted Owen came by the outdoor stage because Matilda would be giving an eulogy for them soon. Owen remained quiet as he closed the door on Burgess's face. 

After some consideration he washed his face and fixed himself to look presentable enough and headed out. Matilda's eulogy was lovely and Owen couldn't help but sob the whole time. Coincidentally Grace came back and stood next to him. She tried to cryptically let him know that the builder was on their way but he was too distraught to catch on and simply dismissed her comments as words of comfort. 

Thankfully the builder didn't take too long in coming back to town, and they were going to head to the stage but before that, the builder felt a pair of strong arms take hold of them and wrap them in a hug. It was Owen, and he was crying of joy seeing that the builder was there with him. Him being happy was an understatement, Owen was beyond ecstatic. He was holding the builder in his arms and refused to let them go, despite the builder trying to break free from his grip. 

Still though he was mad at Justice for what happened and if it weren't for Owen's busy schedule he would've gone and accompanied them in future Civil Corps missions just as a safety precaution. Or more likely Owen carried the builder so they don't get tired or hurt in any way. But he has to handle the Blue Moon so that only can happen in his dreams.

[marshmallowprotection]

Well... I have to say that I also get a little annoyed when Cheritz doesn't use the names or tags appropriately for each Saeran. I mean... It can be quite confusing for someone who already knows how to tell them apart, and it's weird when one is named as the other when in the game they're not the same. I don't know but, I'm pretty sure that for the Cheritz team, Unknown and Suit Saeran are the same person (I say this mostly because of how they tag them together in the credits of Ray's AE, I have also seen other signs in the game and in events) even though that doesn't make sense to you and me and many others who see different behaviors, feelings and goals between them... that it's hard to align them as being the same guy. Although this calling Unknown as Ray is already more confusing haha..... I wish they would keep that separation so as not to tangle them up like that. However, it's not bad if they lay easter eggs when one of the Saerans is featured in a new illustration that I think is cute and funny (Like GE Saeran dressed in Unknown's clothes for example). Sometimes I would like to fly to the Cheritz offices and clear things up with the alters and different versions of Saeran to avoid this kind of confusion. How is this Cheritz? haha.

But hey, that doesn't take away from the fact that we can enjoy the new title image to admire our beloved Unknown playing that guitar! I'm going to give him cheers! 💜💜💜 Do you want to come with me, Kait? ✨

And, see, I don't view Unknown as being Suit Saeran, and vice versa. I've never seen them that way, but Cheritz implied they were one and the same in the credits of the RAE. But, it's always been like this. The names they use for Saeran, Ray, or Unknown will be splashed all over the place and not line up with the boy we know. There is a lot in one's name and using the right name is important.

It's not a matter of confusing people who may not know who is who, it's just sad given how important using the right name for someone is in this situation. The least you can do is use the right name when you refer to someone, you know? Ray isn't Suit Saeran, and Suit Saeran is not Ray. It's important to identify them separately because they don't want to be called the other's name. Cheritz has never confirmed what Saeran Choi struggles with as far as his health goes, be it DID, OSDD, or Bipolar, etc.

But, the least they can do is use the right name when referring to the character shown. That just helps marketing and advertising merch and game media! It's such a super minor nitpicky detail I have now and again because I value this character a little too much and want each aspect and identity to be treated with respect and care, since they all deserve love as individuals.

But, yeah, this just happens sometimes, it's not horrible but it does irk me since I'm a sticker for details. It will never ruin my enjoyment of a photo, that's for sure. I can't wait to see Unknown. I want to see his shining face so badly right now. It's been so long since the last time I saw him properly outside of a chibi and I wish to hold him. I'm going to stand in the audience and gawk at him with my mouth open and he's going to wink at me from the stage!

[you-can-reclaim-your-crown]

i understand you completely! it's the same for me except i'm a native english speaker lmao. but the fact that you're willing to write a story in english despite it being your 3rd language is already an impressive feat, you should be proud! here's a protip in case you need it, consider searching these terms if you find yourself unable to properly convey your thoughts into your writing: (insert word or phrase here) synonym, (insert word or phrase here) definition, (insert word or phrase here) antonym. don't worry about it though really, i do think that art is challenging and difficult to create - be it drawing, writing or videos - it does require a lot of practice and studying to be able to reach a certain level of skill but it doesn't matter as long as you keep trying and giving your best! at the end of the day, more than anything else i think effort is of the utmost importance and it'll definitely reflect in one's works. i'm wishing you the best and i look forward to what you have in store <3 will you be posting it on ao3? the mods will add it to the sukugoweek collection if you tag your work with sukugoweek2023. i found out that they'll be accepting submissions until january 3rd so there's still plenty of time left! if you wish to post more than 1 fic, please feel free to do so too. they also just added a special prompt for gojo's birthday, you might want to use it if the opportunity arises haha. aw it's no problem, i'm happy to know that i was able to help you in some way <3 yes i feel you, these bitches had me in a chokehold since 2021 when i first got into jjk! it's going to be my 3rd year of brainrot soon in a couple of months, time flies so fast...

You really do say the sweetest things🫶🏻 i get a little message like this and i feel so happy it's almost embarrassing.

Languages are so weird.

How are "English can be weird. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though."

And

"Gore gore gore gore"(croatian) even real?? Whoever decided this: buddy, you blew it. Super hard. Complete buffoonery.

Special prompt you say..🤔 it does give me some ideas...

i might have underestimated how long this is going to be. My plan was a one shot and a little bonus chapter/epilogue-ish thing. But we will see. Maybe i have to split the main chapter.

I think i started to ship them around October 27th, so I'm a sukugo baby. It's the first gojo ship I'm really invested in. I'm fond of nanago but it's just that.

(Shout-out to 0bstinate for this one sukugo on 'it is not enough to love you' post. That really got my gears turning... you're a hero)

And then it his my lika a truck. They have everything I'm into: enemies-to-lovers, honoured/fallen one, red+blue, canabilism as love language (bc i like them a little fucked up), monsterfuckery, i hate everyone but you, unhinged x unhinged, corruption/redemption etc. let's be honest their fight was basically foreplay. Archenemies? Kinda gay if you ask me.

Aaaand I'm rambling again😅sorry

But to answer your question: yes I'm going to post in on ao3. Because fuck anxiety, we are so back bitches. And I'm a people pleaser and you encouraged me, so you are my people to please. Sorry buddy but you are not getting out of it now.

Anyway my reply is probably a bit all ower the place. I didn't sleep well, I'm tired and i accidentally deleted my reply before so i had to typ it again.

I really really appreciate that you took your time and wrote me❤️ thank you from the bottom of my heart

[hoochieblues]

tagged by @aria-i-adagio, tysm! Tagging @highwayphantoms, @carabas, @1ichen and anyone else who'd like to play. No pressure :)

Do you play an instrument?

Not competently, especially since I fucked up my fretting hand. A little piano, some guitar. I'm terrible, but I have fun. Back in my 'I'm with the band' phase, I learned how to blow harp, which is a skill nobody really needs and is mostly about standing on pedals.

Favourite book characters?

Arrgh. I love many fictional darlings in many different media, in many permutations of be them/fuck them/eat them/fix them, so I'll pull out the most recent rather than choose. The Exorcist's Damien Karras (novel), the man so emo he's actually embarrassed to be alive, but who still finds optimism on the bleeding edge of duty (or does he?). Honorable mentions to Esme Weatherwax and Lady Sybil Ramkin, bc Discworld novels were a bright spot for me for years.

What’s your star sign?

Aries, but with an Aquarius moon (VIII) and Virgo ascendant (V). I used to make enough beer money off doing natal charts, palmistry, and tarot that I can explain what this means and why it both is and is not important.

Favourite colour schemes?

I am maximalist trash. Bring me your jewel tones, pair them with wind-bleached wood and copper flower pots and patchwork blankets. One day I'll live somewhere I can paint the walls and everyone will be sorry.

Naps or long sleep?

Long sleeps. I don't sleep well and I have chronic fatigue/pain/bullshit so I'm always tired. "Naps" are usually what happen when I black out and wake up with a panic attack bc I don't know wtf is going on, where I am, or potentially what species I am. One day I will try an intentional one.

What languages do you speak?

English. I read more than I speak in French, German, Italian, and Spanish, but I wouldn't trust myself conversationally unless the conversation is reaaallly simple. I once nearly got arrested in Germany in part due to this fact.

Dreams/aspirations?

I mean, not to get heavy, but... I just spent the past 4-5 years putting myself back together (the biggest WIP) after extensive trauma processing, and I would like the happy now, please. I dream of being able to live in the space I need with the ability to have loved people around me. I want bad movie nights and kitchen table pizza and reciprocal friendships and other things I've found hard to achieve (in part because the horrors. You know. They're endless.). People whose weirdness complements my own, and vice versa. I'd like to be better about not isolating myself, bc I'm humbled when I'm reminded people actually do like having me around. (Buuh???) I'd like to get off TERF Island and go somewhere that feels like home, but I'm sick enough that free healthcare (and being broke) restrains me.

I aspire to get off my ass and properly rebuild my life/career, including my writing. To share stories that people love, that I'm proud of and that were written without constraint, financial necessities, or house style guides. I'd like to make a difference in my community (to have a community to make a difference in) and enough land access that I could take on more of the "difficult" foster dogs I have to turn down bc space.

Long hair or Short Hair?

I wore it short when I was a kid (mostly bc it's very thick and curly and no one in my family knew shit about curly hair) but it's been mid-length for a long time now, mostly to provide a canvas for the colours I like putting in it. I think I'm going hot pink and orange next.

Tea or coffee?

I drink both and I have what is essentially Ely's big gay tea shelf from Go Fish (1994), plus I love my matcha, but lbr I mainline coffee by the quart (chronic fatigue again). I've never been rich enough to be too gourmet about much, but I love my single estate fair trade nonsense. I'm considering becoming fully insufferable and grinding my own beans. And yet, there's still a lot to be said for 4am greasy spoon coffee, so I guess I can appreciate variety?

Bring a book character to life or go into a fictional world?

Oooh. Tough. I had a Goncharov joke ready to go here, but I'll be good. Because I love Ray Bradbury and I also re-read Tom Reamy and Katherine Dunn recently (Blind Voices/San Diego Lightfoot Sue and Geek Love, respectively), I'm going to say I want to go into whatever weird shared universe spec fic authors were all creating in the 70s/80s, where magic realism was a thing and carny culture was repeatedly being used as a stand-in for non-exclusionary diversity.

The Howl's Moving Castle Principle probably applies here, too: take me somewhere I can consort with demons to get a well-cooked breakfast, flee from my problems, and somehow own my own home while refusing to do anything more constructive than be a sulking pile of slime. Seems reasonable.