#on topic because spam plush

[marketableplushieenthusiast]

Aw yeah. It's all coming together.

[tomieafterdark]

begging for a dilf! toji or neighbour! toji drabble / fic

pairing: dilf!toji x babysitter!fem!reader

18+ mndi

You were laying down on Mr.Fushiguro’s new plush couch, the cold fabric pressing against your bare lower back, aching for the clock to strike midnight so you could finally go home. The boredom was practically killing you, babysitting on a school night turned out to suck more than you had anticipated. It was only 9pm and his kid was sound asleep, meaning you had around 3 hours of nothing to do. You nearly fell asleep too but the way your phone started buzzing in your back pocket woke you up. You were caught in a trance for a second, you had not had any action for so long, even simple vibrations from your phone made you feel something. 

The buzzing eventually stops and you are out of your trance, back to reality. You arch your back, fishing your phone out of the back pocket of your bell bottom jeans to see what all the fuss is about. It is just the group chat freaking out about something, you decide to check it out. 

You are practically blasted with messages once they see that you are online, nearly making your phone freeze. 

“Did someone die, what the hell is going on..” you think to yourself, trying to scroll up. The constant spamming makes it hard and eventually you give up, waiting for everyone to shut up so that someone can explain what is going on. 

THE GC

Y/n: Now that you guys finally stfu, can someone please tell me what happened??

Friend number one: Okay okay everyone be quiet, I will tell Y/n what’s up. 

Y/n: Go on, I am dying to know. 

Friend number two: sends meme JDSHJDK SORRY I misclicked- 

Friend number one: LMFAO stop it before Y/n kicks you out of the gc. 

Y/n: … 

Friend number one: My bad, okay so Y/n long story short I was stalking the sexy dilf you keep babysitting for and I found some very sexy pictures of him from when he was 22. I kind of understand why you keep babysitting for him now. *skull emoji*. 

Friend number two: Y/n, you are not slick. 

Y/n: I do not go there because of his appearance, but whatever. Go on. 

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Friend number one: Yeah keep telling yourself that, anyways I won't keep you waiting here are the pictures. You can thank me for them, because they were the results of my stalking skills.. *spams pictures of a shirtless young Toji partying in Okinawa Island*

You cannot believe your eyes, this man aged like fine wine. You have never appreciated Friend number one as much as you do right now, there are several pictures of a shirtless Mr.Fushiguro on vacation. You quickly save every single one and leave the group chat faster than you can blink, somehow being there made you feel flustered and staring at them alone in your camera roll felt better. 

You feel like a creep but you cannot stop staring and zooming in on body parts, he had this killer body since age 22 if not sooner...One year younger than you are now. You cannot stop imagining what could have been if you had been born sooner, how early 20s Mr.Fushiguro’s chemistry would have been like with you. He seems so reckless and wild in these pictures, you can see the chaotic glimmer in his eyes. 

You had never been able to admit this to yourself, but something about those pictures made you let loose and accept reality, which is that you find him very attractive. You had never seen him shirtless but his shirts were always tight and did not leave enough to the imagination. Though whatever you had seen of Mr.Fushiguro was nothing compared to those shirtless island pictures, they made you feel things you didn't know you could feel. 

The groupchat is very active again, pulling you out of your fantasies about the dilf. You give the group chat one last look to see if you missed any pictures and it seems you did not miss anything, the topic has changed from Toji to something else, and it does not interest you one bit. However, thanks to them, you get a very creative idea on what to do and finally kill some time…

You dim the lights and turn your phone notifications on, unzipping your pants as you slowly slide your phone down there. You keep it on top of your underwear, the vibrations from it are strong enough anyways. You shudder from how cold it is, even though it is not touching your skin directly the cold was enough to send shivers down your core. As the notifications start piling up, you adore the group chat more and more. Their notifications create a symphony and you catch yourself lost in it, buckling your hips to it and letting out small moans here and there. 

Your imaginations become so vivid as you get lost in the ecstasy, so much so that you can faintly hear his voice. It sounds like he is on the phone again, makes sense your brain would imagine him like that since he is always on the phone talking to someone. He does not even talk to you most of the time you get paid, he just hands you the money while giving you a nod and you leave. A sick little part of your mind wonders if he ever checks out your ass while you walk away, and if his imaginations stop there or if they go even further..does he ever imagine abusing those tight little holes of yours? You can not stop your mind, it keeps going further down the gutter, you imagine him using your holes for his pleasure and his pleasure only and it makes you feral. The thought of him filling you up with cum, not stopping after that but simply moving on to your next hole and brutalizing that one instead is pushing you over the edge. You are so close to cumming, completely lost in your own world but just as you are about to climax you feel a big cold hand push your stomach down. 

“I don't think I am paying you to be a whore, now am I?” His cold tone drags you down to earth very quickly, reality starts to kick in and all you can think of is how to avoid getting fired. Your mind is on fire trying to come up with an excuse but nothing comes out. You are so shocked you have not even taken your phone out or anything, like a deer in headlights you stay the way he caught you. 

He takes a seat next to you on the couch, staring at you intensely. He is so tall and huge compared to you, it fills you with butterflies but they are quickly overshadowed with fear and shame yet the lust does not seem to fully leave. Him catching you has made you more wet, you are doing your best at avoiding his eyes as you try to blurt out some excuse but he quickly abrupts you. 

“Don't bother using your empty head to come up with an excuse, just tell me the truth.” Toji reaches over you, fishing your phone out of your pants and you still have not moved. Though your internal dialogue is going insane, you are not saying anything. 

“Hmph..a phone.” He says while fishing it out, the notifications still have not stopped as your group chat is notorious for yapping. He tries to not laugh at the situation, because it was kind of creative of you to use your phone in such a way, he imagines what other things your dirty little mind could come up with. 

“I will take care of that, you will not be getting it back until I hear some explanations for what is going on here, understand??” He says as he turns the notifications off and sets it aside on the coffee table in front of you. 

You give him a nod. 

“So, the sooner you tell me why you thought this was a good idea the sooner we can both be done with this.” 

You eventually catch your breath, and the first thing that comes out is an apology followed by tears from the embarrassment. “I am so sorry Mr.Fushigiro, I know this excuse won’t do but I was extremely bored..one thing led to another and..” You start crying before you can finish what you were saying. Toji just looks at you, not with any understanding or even sympathy but rather like he also has a creative idea on how you will make up for what you have done. 

He gets closer to you and caresses your face. “Hey, it's okay. You are not the only creative one here, I know a way to fix this.” 

He was right earlier when he called your head empty, because you have to be brainless to not understand what he was insinuating. Instead, you were assuming he would cut your pay a few times and have you work for free. “I understand Mr.Fushiguro, I agree with your suggestion.” 

He was almost surprised at you being so open minded, almost but he had seen enough of the world to know when a brainless bimbo was talking to him. He decided he would not clarify what he meant, this would be another lesson on the side, which was: “do not forget to read the room before you agree to things.” He chuckled and said “call me Toji for now, okay y/n?”

You nodded. You were much calmer now, agreeing to everything he said, promising you would take your punishment without complaining, saying you would let him decide the rules and how much pay he would cut off..letting him control everything basically. You were so desperate to keep this job so you were determined to give it your all. 

You glance at the clock just as he is finished talking, it is midnight now so he should let you off the hook. “I guess I'll be going now..” You look at him expecting to give you your phone back. 

Toji just smirks. “Do you not remember anything we just talked about?”

You give him a confused look. “Yeah but it is midnight now, and I have a group project to work on tomorrow…Do you want me to babysit overnight or something?” 

Toji is almost getting impatient, you don't notice of course because he keeps a poker face and hides his boner with a cushion. He pulls up your phone, telling you to unlock it, and as you do he grabs it before you can even gauge what happened. “I will be telling your friends that you are feeling a bit sore and tired, so you will not be able to make it to the group project. Take a seat dear.” 

You do not know what to expect but you listen to him, the desperation to keep this job is overpowering your anxiety which is telling you to run the fuck away. He puts your phone down and gets closer, too close, invading your personal space. 

He stares at you in the eyes coldly. “I don't think you understand what is going on here, I took serious offense to what you were doing on my couch during working hours. I am not the type of guy that lets someone off the hook so easily.” He starts pulling on your jeans as he unzips them, taking them off effortlessly. His reflexes are fast, before you even let a sound out his big hand is covering your mouth. “Shh, little Megumi has school tomorrow. You do not want to wake him up now would you? I will have to prolong your punishment if you do that, so be quiet for me. Got it??” 

You nod frantically, what the fuck was this situation and how did you even get yourself in to it. You stare at your jeans now on the black carpet, that same carpet you sat on with Megumi earlier today while playing video games. You close your eyes, hoping this will be over soon. 

Toji is not in the mood to prep you, the little whore who decided to masturbate during working hours does not deserve that luxury. Instead, he flips you on your stomach rather quickly and holds you in place with an iron grip on your waist. Toji is hypnotized by your curves and back dimples, his gaze taking it all in hungrily as he is teasing both your holes with his tip making it hard for you to guess which one he will use. If only you had seen how big his cock is compared to your waist area because it would have made your stomach drop. You try to gauge his size while he teases your holes, just to kind of prepare yourself and know what you are in for..also you are praying to whoever is out there that he does not fuck you in the ass. It was so hot to imagine it, but now that he has you under him all vulnerable and mildly scared it feels different. 

He spreads you apart, his tip resting at the entrance of your cunt. He teases it slowly by barely inserting it instead of just rubbing like he did before, getting much more of your slick on it and making you quiver in the process. He keeps doing this until he has enough of your wetness, and then moves on to your other hole. You may be an airhead, but it ends here. You know exactly why he did what he did now, you can feel him pushing the tip in, your own wetness is working pretty well as a lubricant because a good bit of his tip actually goes in and it feels kind of good even though it hurts. You have never been this stretched before anally, and it's making you tear up a little. You shut your eyes hoping he won’t go there, the tip may feel good but you know he would not go easy and it would quickly go from anal to painal.  

God was a little kind to you today because Toji decided to punish your tight little cunt instead of your even tighter ass, however nothing could have prepared you for his size. You try your hardest to not let out a sound as he made it clear he could prolong your punishment, but you want to scream and cry so bad. What is worse of all is how a part of you was enjoying this situation, a sick part of you loved how he was conquering your body with or without your consent, how he was stretching you out so bad no one could fill the void after him. How he was leaving his mark in every single way. You could not help but arch a little, if anyone were to take you by sheer force it would be him, he was made for it. 

Toji has no mercy, he is slamming your hole with brute force. The friction from the couch is getting to the exposed parts of your body and the couch does not feel so cold anymore. The more he continues mercilessly punishing you, the more that sick little side of you takes over. You are starting to slightly enjoy the pain, so much that you become noticeably wetter. The squelching sounds were getting louder, and he heard it which prompted him to say “there is the whore I caught spread out on my couch earlier, I knew you were in there somewhere, just had to dig real deep for you.” in a husky voice, that tone and those words he said made you shudder. All you replied with was incoherent cries, met with him shushing you. 

As if your body isn't struggling to keep up with his pace and intensity, he decides to switch positions. He picks you up like you weigh nothing, like you are just his little doll, and slams you down onto his cock.He is so focused on chasing his own high, he does not give you even a second to adjust causing you to hold on to his shoulders, digging your nails into his flesh. You do not seem to get the memo, so he grabs your jaw making you look directly at him. “I don’t remember asking for a dead slut, start bouncing.” 

You start bouncing, struggling to keep a pace as your legs tremble and your wetness is leaking down your inner thighs and all over his veiny thick cock. Toji is not impressed with you at all, prompting him to grab your asscheeks, lifting you up and down his cock with the pace he actually wants, leaving you so speechless all you can do is put your head on his shoulder and cry. Your nails are scratching his back and shoulders so much, he has several deep cuts and you can see it is getting quite bloody. Not that he cares, this is nothing to him. Scratch away for all he cares, you are like a kitten to him. 

You are really starting to feel it in your stomach, it is filling you up and hitting every spot inside of you, including your sweet ones. “T-tojii- it’s too much p-please slow down..” 

“Can’t do slut, remember how you promised you won’t complain? It is very rude to not keep your promise, do I need to teach you some more manners now?? At your age??” Toji growls, giving you a hard slap on your ass causing you to cry out quite loudly. 

“Keep it down, don’t make me repeat this.” You just nod in response, biting your cheek so no more sounds come out..Bad timing though. You are starting to feel the tingles even more in your core and it is getting extremely hard to keep quiet. You are kind of lost in the build up, you are whispering/crying into his ear but it is mostly incoherent, he knows you are close though by the way you are clenching so hard around him and how loud the squelching sounds are. The little fire in your core is growing stronger every second.

He slows down his pace suddenly, and it is torture. He switches to deep slow strokes, causing you to get impatient. You try to move around and bounce but he is strong and keeps you in your place, stuck and unable to move. After what feels like forever of deep strokes, he decides to stop edging your cunt. He pulls out completely, leaving you in shock, he is still rock hard so why is he doing this. Just when you were liking it, he decides to pull this move. 

Toji thinks about using your mouth to get himself off and leave you there as he gathers his clothes, but he wonders how much more dominant and forceful he can be if he edges himself too. He knows you will be much more desperate and much more willing to let him use you if you don’t get what you want, hence leaving you like this. Maybe, with enough edging and coercion he could turn this little punishment into a permanent thing between you two. You have no idea but he had been waiting for this ever since you started babysitting, he could not give any fucks about the babysitter masturbating as long as she did her job.  

“I am gonna hit the shower, clean this mess and sleep over tonight, you know where the guest room is. It is not safe for you to go home at this age.” Is the last you hear from him before he leaves the living room, you guess your punishment will continue tomorrow but a sick little part of you is looking forward to it. You grin as you start to clean up.

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[wildsparrows]

Fledglings AU intro post

"I can be different, I can't be puppeted!"

Birds Of A Feather, or the Fledglings AU, is basically about five orphan kids from Playcare who narrowly avoid being experimented on for varying reasons.

The Fledglings AU is heavily inspired by a song. In this case, it's Bird Cage Blue And Yellow by Yaelokre. It fits enough that almost every lyric can correspond to an event in the plot in a sort of animatic, except I don't have the motivation for that.

The main five kids are based on the five kids from Charlie and The Chocolate Factory. The Charlie in this case being Joseph, a minor character in the game who canonically was friends with Kevin and questioned one of the scientists after seeing them carrying Kevin off while he was asleep.

The other four are pretty much OCs, who are:

-Nathan Hauksson, stand-in for Mike Teavee

-Yara De Costa, stand-in of Violet Beauregard

-Scott Choudhury, stand-in for Augustus Gloop

-Lyssa Lee, stand-in for Veruca Salt

This is pretty much in the order of which kid escaped first, with Joseph being the last to escape. And by that, I mean he escaped during the Hour Of Joy, the day he was scheduled to be experimented on.

The four used to act more like the rotten kids themselves, but have somewhat matured since then. Same with Joseph, who's more jaded compared to his younger, bright-eyed self.

In a bad ending type scenario, I'd imagine them being turned into toys based on each kid's fate in the movie. Yara could be a Strawberry Shortcake-esque blueberry doll, Lyssa could be a plush squirrel, etc.

Going back to the Yaelokre song the AU is inspired from, I've added a lot of sparrows and birdcage motifs to the plot. For example, in any flashbacks showing one of the five kids during their orphan days, a sparrow will show up nearby to foreshadow their eventual escape.

It's mostly referencing the line, "Malayang Maya, Malayo-layo" meaning "Free Sparrow, Far Away". In contrast, any kid foreshadowed to be experimented on will have a taxidermied sparrow nearby, typically left by the prototype as a warning.

There's also an in-universe reason for the abundance of sparrows in the factory. Because in the AU, the scientists began experimenting on sparrows with poppy gel first instead of rats, luring the sparrows first with poppy seed feeders.

Birdcages would also frequently be seen in the lower levels. Sparrows still lurk in the factory because of the poppies that still grow in the labs, and it's not rare for some toys to look for sparrow nests to eat the eggs...if not the birds themselves.

I'd probably run this blog as an ask blog with the occasional oneshot in the format of a document or a tape. I won't always be able to respond due to college, and even if I do, it won't always come with a drawing. With all that out of the way, let's get to the rules for the asks:

No weird asks. All five orphans are underaged. I will allow the occasional dirty joke to slide since they're rat bastard teenagers, but I'd appreciate refraining from that anyway.

No spam asks. The more you spam, the less motivated I will to answer. I'd probably just delete your spam asks instead.

Anon magic is unfortunately not allowed for this one. Idk, I don't think it'd fit the kind of vibe I want this blog to have. OCs and other RP accounts are of course welcome here, as long as they're not too OP for the Poppy Playtime universe.

This is a Poppy Playtime AU, so it's of course gonna tackle a bunch of dark topics, and I'll make sure to tag and put trigger warnings outside of the usual death and child experimentation tws accordingly. Still, there may be some asks I might not entertain if it entails darker themes than what the AU is tailored to.

I have the right to not respond to an ask if it makes me uncomfortable for some other way not mentioned here. What? You want a refund?

Idk what else to put here, just use common sense and Netiquette.

[britt-kageryuu]

It's a fairly nice day, and the stream is going well. On a background of a blue themed bedroom, Leo's model is lounging on a rainbow beanbag dressed in blue jeans, a shirt with a turtle that says 'Turtlely Gay', blue bandana with Trans tails, and unicorn slippers, he has a rabbit plush dressed like a samurai in blue. River is sitting on the floor next to the beanbag.

"Would you believe I found out some guys we know actually got their lives together after their lives went weird a few years back. It was really weird seeing them again after not seeing them in a while. Like this guy who's a chef had some setbacks in the food industry, and now he's employed at this High Class Hotel in New York as a head chef in one of the restaurants. Yeah fancy enough to have more then one restaurant." Leo lets out a slight laugh at a memory.

"Not to forget this couple that got together after being roommates for at least 3 years. We weren't invited to the wedding, which was understandable, we weren't really friends just barely acquainted with each other. I wonder who threw the bouquet, and who caught it? Hmm... " He starts muttering while counting out something. "I might remember to ask them the next time they drop by the local Museum of Magic. Last I heard they were planning to do podcasts about Magicians through the ages, or something. Gotta do something with that journalism degree I guess."

A notification goes off, "Why do you guys say you live in New York in your lore video?" River reads off.

Leo rereads the question for a sec, "Oh, that's easy. We heard about those urban legends about mutant sewer gators, and figured it wouldn't be that much of a reach for there to be mutant turtles. The rest of the lore was because of random family fairy tales, and just the randomness of our Actor Dad getting with a Scientist who also specializes in Genetics." He pauses to think about something, "Also the villains in the Lore? Dads Ex, some relatives who were kinda crazy, and the guys I just talked about and some other dudes. Yes we know this is why we weren't invited to the wedding! I'm just glad that one Wrestler asked me to be part of his wedding party for some reason!"

"Side tangent, I swear his wife purposefully aimed right at Star Warriors head during the bouquet toss. Like threw it like a baseball right at her head!" Leo mimes the throwing for emphasis. "Red caught it before it hit, and the bride literally shouted, "Close enough. Remember to invite me to you wedding!". Such an awesome woman." He wipes an imaginary tear from is eye.

"Anywizzle, the whole villain thing was just because of some events when we met them. Many of those not being our fault. Right?" Leo looks down at River.

"Data on file is inconclusive, or biased to it not being Dad or you guys fault!" River replies, before adding, "Though I still can't find out why you guys had a hippo costume, before that one time,in the first place."

Leo gives her a slightly flat look, and just shrugs, "I don't remember. We needed it for some reason. Dee really didn't put a reason in any of their archives?"

"Nope!"

Leo is understandably confused, "Must be something they don't want us to remember, or some similar reason. Well I just lost my train of thought. What topic should we switch to? Any suggestions Balemates?" He asks the audience.

The chat spams random suggestions, and emojis. Leo makes comments on some of the suggestions with jokes, and puns. And goes on from there with random tangents, and jumping topics.

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Masterpost

[verylovedcondition]

🫧 introduction 🫧

last update: may 24, 2024

🌟 hiya, i'm eiffel or v! i'm a 21 year old college student with a passion for trinkets and toys of many kinds! i use ey/em, xy/xyr, and they/them pronouns.

🧸 this account is meant to document fun moments and travels of my toys :D ive admired toy travel accounts since about middle school and i've finally decided to go through with it!

💥 i'm a big superhero fan, so most of the toys featured on here will be my superhero figures! i also love plush toys, dolls, and other little figurines, so they will be making appearances here as well.

💭 tagging and more info under the cut!

💫 tagging system: the following tags will be used to organize (subject to change as i... [gestures vaguely] figure out this whole blog)

v's toybox: a general catchall for all my original pics/vids v's thought bubbles: my text posts. for general announcements or feeling/thought sharing, which i'm sure i'll do from time to time friend: [insert name]: this tag is used to separate out my specific toys! my figs & dolls: catchall for my figurines and dolls my plush: catchall for my plush toys eiffel opens stuff: posts of blind box/bag openings. because i like those! new friend alert: intro posts! as new friends are rounded up into posting their little intros will go here (we'll see if i make sure to actually use this tag lol) misc: anything miscellaneous should it end up here for any reason! collector's bin: other people's content! i don't know if i will be reblogging other people's stuff yet, but should i start to, it'll be stashed here!

other tags i will probably be generally using will be those related to toy and plush communities. i will try to very sparingly use fandom related tags so as not to annoyingly spam, but if i think somethin' is particularly fun i want other fans to see, then it might just end up in a fandom tag!

⚠️ disclaimer: because i'm an adult, i might occasionally have my toys in pictures with things like alcohol or other substances, or possibly a funny suggestive joke now and then. these will be tagged appropriately with "[insert topic] cw" so you can filter them out if desired. if you need anything else tagged, please feel free to inform me and i will do my best to tag any future content with it!

⚠️ interaction policies: i don't tolerate any hatred upon my blog. any transphobes/homophobes/racists/etc will be blocked. zionists will be blocked.

additionally, proship will also be blocked, as i am highly uncomfortable with that community and those who identify with it.

i also request my content not be reblogged to specifically ddlg+mdlb+cgl/ageplay/sexual age regression type blogs. i am also very uncomfortable with this interaction. i doubt there will be this style of interaction, but i will disclaim anyways.

sfw agere/kidcore/etc blogs are welcome and not considered to be of the same variety of blogs listed!

[sckyie]

word count: 1.6k

genre + warnings: fluff; timeskip!kuroo, streamer!kenma, baby kuroo (like his kid not him), the word poggers is used

pronouns used: she/her

a/n: for reading purposes, oji (叔父上) is uncle and oba (叔母様) is aunt, doraemon is that bluecat thing with no ears ,, next imagine is gender neutral pronouns

"You should let Y/n play a round," Kenma reads off the chat. "I would but she has to go to the store."

"Either way I can't when I get back, I have to babysit," You say standing up from your chair beside Kenma. "I'll see you later bub." You peck his cheek before putting your rolling chair off to the side and leaving the room. 

You had decided to go out to get some groceries before Kuroo came by with his daughter, Tomiko, for you to babysit. His wife had gone on a business trip and he had an important meeting to attend. You agreed since you and Kenma mainly work from home. 

About ten minutes later, you pull into the parking lot of your local grocery store and get a phone call from Kuroo. "Hello?" You ask.

"Hey, I know I said four but apparently the meeting is being pushed up two hours. Can I drop off Miko right now?" Kuroo rushed.

"Oh, I'm not home, Kenma is. Just drop her off, he's streaming but it should be fine. I just got to the store," You say. "If you need it, the spare key is in the lamp above the door."

"Thank you so much Y/n, I owe you again!" He says before ending the call. Kuroo turns to his babbling daughter and swoops her up. "Come on babe, you're going to Oji's."

Kuroo gets all of her stuff ready before heading out. He texts Kenma that he's coming over but to his luck, no response. Kenma was too absorbed in his match of Valorant to reply to his best friend. Once at the front door, he knocks but again, no response. Kuroo reaches up to get the key and unlock the door himself. 

Tomiko began to babble louder as she recognized the living room. Kuroo kicks off his shoes and walks over to the streaming room. "Come in!" Kenma called after his best friend knocks. He turns to see him and Tomiko and tilts his head. "I thought you weren't coming until later?"

"I texted you and I think Y/n texted you too," Kuroo points out. Kenma quickly checks his phone and looks back up at chat. "She said it was fine to leave Miko with you."

"Hah?" Kenma turns back to him. "I'm playing solo queue and I just started stream."

"Miko can sit on your lap and watch. She does that with me at least," Kuroo strides over, placing his daughter on Kenma's lap. "I will see you later, and Kenma don't forget my baby is in your lap."

Kuroo quickly exits before turning to camera. Tomiko reaches at his desk but Kenma moves his keyboard, controller and mouse forward to avoid any accidents. "Uhm...Tomiko meet chat," Kenma awkwardly holds up his niece to the camera and a spam of heart eyes flood the chat. 

He was never one for taking care of kids or at least fond of it. When Tomiko was born, he obviously knew he had to watch her at one point but every time he did, you were there to help him. The entire topic of kids always been pushed back ever since you two got married. You were the one with baby fever while he didn't necessarily want to have a kid just yet.

Kenma sets her back down on his lap and notices her reaching for something on his desk. "Oh, did you want that?" He asks, pointing at the small cat plush on his desk. Tomiko's only response, because she's barely one, was to smack the table. Kenma reaches over, handing the toy to her. "Y/n got that for me, but you can play with it as long as you don't- drool on it." He finishes his sentence as Tomiko nibbled at its ear.

"Tomiko is so cute!"

"Awww! You and Y/n should have a kid!"

"Tomiko eating the cat is pog lol."

Many more comments flood in as Kenma admires the baby on his lap. He snaps out of his staring and looks back at the Valorant lobby. He switches to just his camera overlay and changes the title of the stream from "solo queue is poggers" to "idk yet i have a baby with me."

"I can't really play Val with you on me Miko," He turns to chat to see any suggestions. "Draw things with her on a paint studio? Maybe...Let her watch you play Minecraft...I like the drawing suggestion." Kenma replies to the comments. He carries Tomiko to the other side of room to get his drawing pad. He realizes his issue with moving the drawing pad and places Tomiko on his couch. 

Tomiko doesn't move an inch as she watches her uncle move his big drawing pad. "Baba," She calls out. "Wan Baba." Kenma immediately knew that meant she wanted you. 

"Sorry Miko, Oba isn't here right now," He says placing down the drawing pad. After hearing his words, Tomiko began to whine at him. "Oh no, no, no, don't cry." Within an instant, Tomiko began to cry, slapping her hands on the couch. Kenma goes to carry her but she smacks his shoulder in protests.

"Baba! Wan Baba!" She cries. Kenma seats himself, only to see sympathetic comments.

"Miko look, look," He attempts to show her the plush she was previously chewing. She swats the toy away, still wailing to see you. "Uhm...I don't know what to do, Y/n usually takes care of her."

Tomiko continues to cry, smack, and scream for you to come get her, leaving Kenma lost in how you always kept her from crying. He looks around for something to help and spots his headphones. A thought comes to mind and he quickly types in his search bar on his computer. Soon after, the opening to Doraemon starts to play.

Her crying ceases as she looks on the screen to see her favorite blue cat. "Is that better?" He asks. "How about...we draw him?"

Tomiko watches as Kenma lowers the music down and opens his drawing software. She began to calm down yet her breath was still stuttering. Kenma sketches out Doraemon and Tomiko began to smile slightly. "Do you want to color it?" He points to the drawing pad. He switches it to touch screen mode as she reaches to touch it. "What color do you want?"

"Boo," She says. Kenma switches the color to blue before Tomiko starts scribbling on Kenma's drawing. Tomiko's sniffles slightly as he wipes off her tears with his sleeves. 

"She's better now, yeah I'm glad she is," Kenma responds to his chat. "Miko, what else do you like to do...Nevermind you can't talk and I'm dumb."

"Jellwy?" She asks. 

"Jelly?" Kenma tilts his head at her. "What do you mean by jelly?"

"Jelly cups maybe?"

"Jell-o?"

"What if she's saying a video game with jelly?"

"Jellwy," Tomiko looks away from the screen to look at Kenma. "Jellwy fly!"

"Jelly fly?" Kenma stares at her intensely. "What jelly flies? Do you mean like slime rancher?" Kenma exits out the drawing software, changing the title of the stream beforehand, and opens the opens Slime Rancher. 

Tomiko's eyes light up and a smile grows on her face. She giggles cheerfully as Kenma began to play one of his old saves. More comments roll in as Tomiko's adorable noises captures the viewer's hearts. Kenma smiles as she is finally happy in his lap and not crying out for someone else. 

About twenty minutes into the game, you arrive home to find the two still streaming. "Hi bub," You peek in. Tomiko sat up at the sound of your voice. She shifts around in Kenma's lap to look over his shoulder. "And hi Miko! Were you playing with Oji?" 

"Baba!" She cheered. You walked over, expecting her to reach out to you but she seats herself back onto Kenma. "Pay jellwies." She points to the screen.

"Oh Jiji's playing jellies?" You leaned down and kissed Kenma, also prompting Tomiko to push your face away from his. "Ok missy, how about, we let Jiji stream and we can go make dinner?"

"No! Wan jellwies!" She argued. 

"She's fine here, I don't mind her. Chat loves her anyways," Kenma says. "Miko, do you want to show Oba your drawing?"

Tomiko smacks the table as an agreement and he switches monitors to show you the messily colored Doraemon. "Wow Miko, good job," You praised. "I especially like that Oji added ears to him."

"Oh, he doesn't have ears?" He asks. You nodded and placed your hand on his shoulder. "Anyways, let me know when dinner is done so I can end stream. Miko and I have important slime farming to do." You roll your eyes, pecking Tomiko and Kenma. 

Right when you finish cooking dinner, Kuroo arrives to get Tomiko. Kenma explains his day to his best friend after ending his stream, leaving him to smother his daughter with kisses. "Do you want to hang out with Oji again?" He asks. Miko nods and holds out her hand for Kenma to high five. "Thank you again. I'll treat you to dinner when the Mrs's comes back."

You say your goodbyes and turn to Kenma who was setting the table. You go to the stove, plating everything when you felt a pair of arms around your waist. "I want a baby," Kenma muffled into your shoulder.

"You want a what?" You chuckled.

"Miko needs a cousin," He says. Kenma pulls away from your back and stood beside you. "Can we get a baby now?"

"Bubs, we can't just buy a baby," You laughed. "Tomiko gave you baby fever, huh?"

"Maybe," He says. "Also we can babysit Miko anytime Kuroo asks."

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Congrats on 250! (Don't mind me, I'm going to spam your asks because 250 is amazing!) Maybe a headcanon for going to a carnival with hockey boy of your choice?

Thanks lovee 🥺 and i don’t mind you spamming of course! and can i just say that your fics are awesome 💕

I’m sorry if some details of this is incorrect because I never went to a carnival before soo.. I choose Kirby for this because lately I’m in my Kirby mood.

Going to a carnival with Kirby

It started with you bringing up this topic to Kirby

“You know, there’s going to be a carnival next weekend”

“We should definitely go!!”

To be honest, you didn’t expect his reaction to be so excited

I feel like he has a HUGE appetite, so forget the games and let’s eat first

“Your trainer won’t be happy”

“He doesn’t have to know”

You guys will literally eat everything from funnel cakes, cotton candies, to corn dogs

Definitely will take a lot of pictures (you know those couple-y pics in carnivals, I want that)

You would take a good picture of him and 100% he would make that his Instagram profile picture

“Hey, look there’s that shooting game. Which plushie do you want?”

He would try to win a plush toy for you 

Even though it’s hard, he finally gets it and it’s a cute teddy bear (can this get any more cliche than this lol)

He would hold your hands all night, his reason? so you won’t get lost in the crowd

Don’t forget the rides

Let’s just say Kirby is a total child in the rides

Bumper cars is his favorite one 

And it makes you so happy to see him stress-free and totally enjoying the moments

Your carnival date would end with riding the ferris wheel while admiring the night sky

You think your night would end there?

No, after the carnival he would go to a fast food drive thru, because he’s hungry again

“Go eat your own, stop stealing my fries.”

“I’m sorry, kirbs, ice cream and fries are good, okay”

He would drive you home and you definitely will look forward to the next carnival date with him

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Do Not Go Gentle: Twenty Twelve

Link to song: Twenty Twelve by Matt Maeson (my babe)

Synopsis: Another dark and twisty bend in Feyre’s life.

TW: Mention of physical/emotional abuse, domestic abuse, self-harm and dark thoughts. If you're sensitive to these topics, please read with caution.

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Chapter 12: Twenty Twelve

“You need to get off the couch.”

I dragged my eyes up to meet Lucien’s. (That movement alone was enough to tire me). He was staring at me, arms crossed, contempt making his muscles contract beneath his button down. I knew him being here was a sacrifice. Tamlin didn’t like him leaving the office. But he did so, most lunch times. I think it’d been Alis that sent him after me after she noticed I’d been docile for over two weeks now. The only fresh air I’d gotten was sips of it in the morning when I went to the balcony.

I never stayed long, though. Too tempting.

He’d cook for me and I wouldn’t eat it. He’d sit with me, talk into the open—it was fruitless, as I only had eyes for the TV, or for sleep. But he came every day, nonetheless.

“I’m tired.”

“Bullshit.” Lucien said, reaching his hand out for me to take it. “Get up.”

“I’m not in the mood, Lucien,” I meant to be forceful, but it sounded more like a defeated sigh than anything.

“Get up.”

“Lucien—”

“Get up,” he snapped, and my head finally whipped to meet his, a battle of wrath that had our gazes locked together.

“No,” I bit out. My chest heaved at the effort it took, the clenching of my teeth. “Stay out of this, Lucien.”

“I won’t stand idly by and watch you destroy yourself.”

Destroy myself. As if I had a say in any of this.

He must’ve seen the paradox of what he said, because his shoulders hunched and he said, “We both know how he can get. Everything is just getting too heated right now with Hybern—it’s taking a toll on him. On all of us. I’m trying to get him to let up.”

I stayed silent, unable to meet his gaze. Everything was always so focused on Tamlin—his stress, his business dealings, the pressure on him—and yet day in and day out, all I could picture him doing was sweet-talking clients, reading documents, making calls. Maybe it was my own selfishness that made me fail to see it, but I remained resentful, unable to respond to Lucien.

“Nothing will work, Lucien. I know him. You know him. I'm stuck.”

Trapped. I wanted to say trapped, because there may as well have been steel bars over the windows. But it was too blunt, too gory to equate my current lifestyle to a prisoner or a caged bird.

But that's exactly what it felt like.

“I'll talk to him,” he tried again, the hope draining from his face with each passing second.

“Don't stick your neck out just for me.”

“My loyalty is to Tamlin, Feyre,” Lucien said quietly, “but also to my friend.”

He left, and I burrowed deeper into the blankets, eyes closing from the burden of exhaustion a simple conversation now weighed down on me.

***

I didn’t know how I felt as Tamlin put his hand on my thigh, giving it a quick squeeze before we exited the car. New clothes always made my skin itch, and I fidgeted in the leather seat as the bright sun cast a glare in my eyes. A routine that’d been second nature to me felt as though I was walking in another person’s life. This morning, I’d brewed two coffees, one which I’d sipped and one that I’d packed in my bag, knowing that I’d definitely need all the caffeine I could get today.

And, the fact that I didn’t want to go back to that shop. I wouldn’t, couldn’t, go back into that shop. As it passed by in the lobby, I averted my eyes, refusing to relive the moment when the barrel of that gun pressed into my forehead.

We both waved to Alis on the way through reception. She took a double take as she saw me, clad in black pants and a checkered blazer, at Tamlin’s side on our way up to the last floor.

Lucien had pushed. He’d pushed, to his detriment, but Tamlin finally eased up. If I wouldn’t work in the coffee shop, and Tamlin wouldn’t allow me to go anywhere else, the best compromise would be to work with him.

Well, not exactly him. With Ianthe.

I wasn’t prepared emotionally nor physically with what today would involved. Not because I was exhausted—which I most definitely was—but because I hadn’t spoken directly to Ianthe in a month, since the wedding, and I liked it that way. Tamlin punched in the elevator code, the same one as our apartment, and I frowned.

“Did you change the codes at home yet?” I asked Tamlin. After Rhysand had waltzed in that day, I’d asked Tamlin to change them lest the dark-haired man would attempt to try again.

“Mhm,” he said, but his eyes were glued to his phone screen. I let out a silent sigh. Long day indeed.

As we got to the executive floor, Tamlin went directly to his office and gave me a kiss on the cheek before depositing me with Ianthe. She bade Tamlin a good morning, then her eyes turned to me. The look she gave me screamed that she was already frustrated, as though my presence alone were a burden.

“Alright, Feyre,” she said merrily. “Let me show you to your office.”

The elevator was two doored, so that Tamlin’s office was one wing and the board of directors and other chief officers were separate from him. This side of the wing was like a T, straight ahead being Tamlin’s office, a conference room to the left, and a very short, narrow hallway to the right. Ianthe diverged to the right and unlocked one of the creaky rooms, flicking the light switch with her long, brightly coloured fingernails.

“This is you,” she said brightly, though there was no way of making this situation any better: my ‘office’ was no more than a janitor’s closet. Long and narrow, with a small desk that barely fit a desktop a few files and a landline, with no windows. Beside the desk was a filing cabinet that Ianthe pulled open.

“In here are our old files that haven’t been digitized. For now you can start by entering these into our customer system and filing them with the information provided on the summary sheet stapled to the front.” She pulled one open and showed me the page, which was pretty standard. I nodded, and she pulled up the computer application for the filing data system they kept.

“That can probably keep you busy for a day or two, so we’ll start there for now. Lunch is at twelve,” and that was all before she sauntered out, closing the door loudly behind her.

I sighed, pressing my fingertips to my temples, staring back and forth between the files and the computer. This was going to be hell.

At least, I told myself as I began carefully, painstakingly reading the summary sheet, I’m not being gunned down.

***

It took me all week to finish all the files.

The words scrambled beneath my eyes, whether they be in the illegible hand-written notes or the glare of the computer screen. Every night I came home with a headache, and barely had time to force food down my mouth before I collapsed into bed. One night I woke up to pee and realized I hadn’t even taken off my work clothes.

From my desk, I could hear Tamlin and Ianthe chatting at her desk. Their laughter rang through my desolate office, making me cringe as I took another sip of my coffee, and tried to focus on the task before me. I thought it would be monotonous, repetitive, but each case and client had specificities that had me digging through the system—one I barely knew how to work—to ensure that I checked everything off. Names repeated themselves over and over again, and I always had to make sure that it wasn’t just a file I’d misplaced but actually already listed.

I think the worst part of it all was that this work wasn’t essential. They could’ve kept these files in the cabin for all they cared. They just wanted to give me something to do, like I felt important.

Every now and then, Tamlin would come and visit. For him, I’d put on a smile, pretend like this was the best idea we’d ever had, working together. I’d have lunch in his office with him if he wasn’t in a meeting.

One day he’d leaned over and kissed me, longingly, heatedly—it’d been a while since we’d been together like that. Every bone in my body was exhausted, but I’d kneeled before his chair. The day after, when Ianthe went to run an errand, he’d locked the door to his office and turned to me, eyes filled with lust. The wood felt cold against my cheek as he’d bent me over his desk.

In my office, though, the world felt obsolete. Every creak or flicker of shadow made me jump. One day, the lights flickered and I nearly broke into sobs. My chest tightened the moment I crossed the threshold, images of the trapped car filling my mind.

Friday night, we went home for the weekend, but Tamlin continued his work in his office. It left me back to my old patterns, holed up on the couch until I couldn’t tell the difference between the ends of my body and the beginnings of the plush leather.

Ianthe didn’t know what to give me the next week. She resorted to having me file through emails, which was more mind-numbing work of rifling through spam and sorting business inquiries. Whenever I got bored, though, I dug through the application. I had unrestricted access—Ianthe assumed Tamlin wouldn’t mind—so I read through current files. When my eyes fell onto a name, my heart jumped.

Hybern & Co.

Hesitantly, I looked over my shoulder to the door and went to slide the lock. Only I sighed as I realized that this was a fucking janitor’s closet, and the lock was on the outside.

Instead, I angled my chair to black the door’s way, and began skimming the file.

It was long. Pages and pages of notes, probably annotated by Tamlin, as well as deeds of sale, co-ownership declarations and contracts. None of the legal jargon language made sense. Nonetheless, I dug around through my measly desk until I found a portable hard drive, then saved the lengthy document.

I swallowed hard as I looked down at the USB key. It burned in my hand as I pulled it out of the computer and chucked it into the depths of my purse.

Just in case.

Ianthe’s laugh carried out through the short corridor, and I immediately exited the program and wiped my history. There could be no room for any doubts about me in either of their minds. Their laughter continued, and I creaked my door open amidst the raucous to see what was so goddamn hysterical as to disturb the entire floor.

As I approached Ianthe’s desk, their chuckles erupted once more. Ianthe said, “And then Jensyn looked to her and said—” Ianthe paused when she saw me, eyelash extensions batting together once. Smiling politely, she asked, “Is there something you needed?”

Mouth open in confusion, my eyes darted between her and Tamlin, who also seemed to think that I had a question.

My cheeks heated. It couldn’t have been any more clear that I’d intruded in on their conversation.

“Um, I just wanted to know if you want me to empty the junk file once I’m done sorting.”

“Of course, go ahead.” She said. Silence ensued once more as the three of us looked to one another. Without another word, I turned around and headed to my office, face and ears pounding with embarrassment. From behind my closed door, I could hear Tamlin’s laughter pick up once again.

Tears threatened to fall over. But they never came as I buried those feelings deep down inside me.

***

I sighed for what felt like the millionth time as I read through the file again. Sweat collected on my lower back, and I gulped down another sip of water. The room felt too hot. Too enclosed.

Ianthe had me working on filing current clients within the application, which was a completely different system than the older paper files. Every computation had me squinting my eyes, looking between the codes that Ianthe had scribbled for me which were a dozen numbers long and the ones that looked up at me on the screen. A dull throb sounded throughout my head, so bad that I had to close my eyes and look away from the screen.

Instead, I punched in the extension to Ianthe’s desk, and she picked up on the first ring. “Yes, Feyre?”

“Hi, uh sorry to bother you I just needed to know if you wanted me to sort by lot number or last name of the beneficiary.”

“Oh, lot number, definitely. And don’t forget to update all the deposit certificates if you see that a new payment’s been made.”

I swallowed hard, looking at the dozen or so files that I’d already ticked off the list she gave me. “Deposit certificates?”

“Yes, the receipts that clients get after they put a payment down on the property. If there was a new payment, come to my desk and look through the deposit cabinet and find the right one, scan it, then upload it to the file.”

“Oh, um, I think I might need help with that.”

Silence. Then, “Alright, just come up to the front desk and I’ll talk you through it.”

It took everything within me not to slam the phone down. Then everything within me not to break into sobs as Ianthe taught me the process, step by step—which was extremely, banally simple—as though I were an incompetent child who couldn’t do simple math. After a half hour, I finally got the hang of it and headed back to my office, not bothering to close the door behind me as I knew I’d be wandering in and out to scan the files.

She’d told me I should be able to finish the updates in a few days. Only a week later, I was still running back and forth between her desk and mine, still puzzled as I continued working out nooks and crannies of the filing software. The worst part, though, was that I could tell she was frustrated with me. She wasn’t even trying to hide her scowl of disappointment every time I interrupted her work, nor her sighs as I asked question after question.

Tamlin peaked through his office every now and then, all smiles and jokes as he saw the two of us working together. “My real wife and my work wife,” he’d say, and Ianthe would laugh. I didn’t have the energy to correct him. I didn’t have the energy, either, to tell him I wasn’t in the mood when we ate lunch together and his fingers ran too far up my thigh. He did the work anyways as he had me over his desk time after time.

As I walked back to my office and plopped down on my chair, still trying to fix my ruffled hair after he’d pulled on it a little too hard, I kept the door open, unable to stand the feeling of it enclosed on me anymore. Ianthe’s laughter carried through the floor once more, and I rolled my eyes as I listened in on their conversation.

“So you remember what I told you about Jensyn and Marcia? Well, anyway, the other day in the meeting, Marcia outright called him out in the meeting about denying her vacation days, and he looked her straight in the eye and told her that next time she calls in sick, she better delete her instagram pictures of her in the club the night before.”

Rich, booming laughter followed as Tamlin said, “I knew I hired that guy for a reason.”

There was more office talk that I tuned out while checking and emptying the junk mail before Ianthe dropped her voice an octave. With the door closed, I definitely wouldn’t have heard, but she may have been talking right to me as she said, “Tamlin, I need to talk to you about Feyre.”

Ice filled my limbs. My fingers paused, poised over the keyboard, waiting for his reply.

“What about her?” Tamlin wondered, voice equally low. I held my breath, ears straining.

“She’s slowing me down, Tam,” Ianthe said, and heat flooded my face. “I can’t keep doing this. Every five minutes she keeps asking questions I’ve answered dozens of times.”

My ears were hot with embarrassment, and I took deep, even breaths, trying not to break down then and there.

“I know,” Tamlin admitted quietly, “but there’s nothing else for her to do. She needs this.” Tamlin sighed. “Give her simpler things. Getting coffee and lunch, answering the phones.”

Not defending me. As always, putting his employee’s productivity, his company, before me.

I couldn’t listen to the rest of the conversation. I sat there, slouched in my chair, waiting for the tears to come. Waiting for the pain in my chest to leak throughout me, for the tears to pour down my cheeks.

But as I sat there, I realized, I couldn’t feel anything at all.

***

“Spring Corporations,” I answered dully. The person asked to be patched through to Tamlin, and I punched in his extension code, waiting until I heard my fiancees voice before setting the phone back in its holster. It was the second call I’d received all day. The first was Ianthe, teaching me how to answer and send the call to Tamlin’s extension.

Besides that I sorted through the emails. Ianthe had sent me to get her and Tamlin coffee as well, but I stared at her blankly when she told me her order from Hum’s. There was no way I was going into that shop for her. Ten minutes later, a pair of footsteps could be heard. I heard Alis’s voice wishing her a good day.

I was back to square one. Doing fuck-all, all day, mind wandering as I was stuck in the office chair. I felt like a child playing pretend to feel important. At this point, there was no point in me even being here anymore. The couch at home was definitely more comfortable, anyways.

The phone rang, snapping me away from my thoughts. I cleared my throat, picked up and said, “Spring Corporations.”

Silence. “Hello?” I demanded.

Then, “Feyre?”

All my muscles stiffened at the sound of that voice. That voice, and that face, the one I’d been blocking out of my memory and mind for the past month and a half. “Why are you calling Tamlin’s office, Rhys?”

“Why are you working in Tamlin’s office, Feyre?”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ll transfer you to Tamlin.”

“No, no Feyre wait.” Desperation had seized his voice, and it was enough to pause my fingers before they punched in Tamlin’s extension. “I need to talk to you. I found something this morning and I really just need you to listen to me. Please.”

“Didn’t you get the message when I blocked you? I don’t care anymore, Rhys,” I said, not caring that my voice was cold and unfeeling, not caring that all he wanted to do was help.

“Somebody hacked into your apartment's mainframe system today. They are trying to get to you and Tamlin, and they're very close.”

I blinked, once, twice, not understanding how the statement didn't jar me. “Do you know who it is?”

“No,” he said, and the way he said it made me know that it was killing him, “all I know is that you're in danger, Feyre. Real imminent danger. You need to protect yourself—”

Closing my eyes, the throb behind my forehead worsened as I drawled, “Why can't you just talk to Tamlin, Rhys? There's nothing I can do.”

“Just tell him yourself, Feyre,” he said like it was obvious, like telling my fiancee that I've been speaking to the man whom he told me never to see again wouldn't get me in a pile of steaming shit. “This is about your safety.”

“He won't believe me.”

“Leave him.”

Silence. Then cold, twisting fury in my gut. “Excuse me?”

“As a matter of fact, you're not safe anywhere near that man, Feyre. Leave him. Mor has a place you can stay at—”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Rhysand? Leave my fiancee? Leave my life?”

“At least you'll be less miserable than the way you're living in that prison.” My mouth was wide open, unable to answer. Rhys said frantically, his voice laced with pain, “It's killing you, Feyre. How can't you see that?”

“You don't know me, Rhys, and you sure as hell don't know what's good for me. Stop pretending like you have a say in any of this. I made your fucking coffee, that's it. So please, just—”

“Who the fuck are you talking to?”

The phone dropped from my hand.

Tamlin stood in the doorway, fists already clenched at his sides.

My fingers shook as they clenched the arms of my chair, pining my wrists down in his vice-like grip. His golden hair was hanging haphazardly around his face. He was a beast incarnate as the anger swelled within him, ready to explode.

“Tamlin,” I breathed. “I was just telling him to stop calling. He kept going on—”

“Why didn't you hang up?” he growled. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

I flinched. “Tamlin—”

“And to top it off,” he smiled, and ugly gut-clenching smile, “he's telling you to leave me? Is that how it is? You want to leave me, Feyre?”

“No, Tamlin, I love you,” my voice trembled. “It wasn't—it's not—”

From the phone dangling in my lap, faintly I could hear, “Feyre—”

Tamlin's eyes widened with flames of rage. One moment he was towering in the doorway, the next he reached over and tore the phone from my desk and threw it across the room, the sound of plastic splitting and scattering all over the ground filling the small space. I wasn't breathing as his hands then slammed down on the arms of my chair and he slammed it back against the wall, my head hitting the cold hard cement as the wheels creaked and groaned beneath me. Pain bloomed across my scalp, and a sob squeezed out of me as his nose was up against mine.

“I told you never to speak to him again,” he spat, “and still, after everything you don't listen to me.”

“Tamlin,” I sobbed, “I'm sorry.”

“Downstairs. Now. Lucien's driving you home.”

***

I pulled the hood of my coat over my head. I'm pretty sure it was bleeding.

My arms were covered in sleeves of bruises. I hadn't realized until the adrenaline left my body how forceful he'd been. The coat covered them at least—I couldn't bare any stares right now. Not in the midst of the chaos threatening to consume me whole.

When I passed Alis, her face was one of devastation as she took me in. I only walked faster, but not before she called out, “Feyre!”

Despite everything screaming to run, to get out of this place, I turned and faced the gentle, kind woman who'd been an integral part of my life for the last two years. Her brown skin stood stark against the collar of her white blouse, the sleeves of which she clutched as she took me in, her mouth tightening into a scowl.

“What did he do?” she wondered quietly. Everyone else in the lobby milled about, without a care, not witnessing or paying mind to the horror amongst them.

“It's nothing, Alis,” I said quietly, unable to meet her eyes.

She stared at me—I could feel her piercing gaze burning through me—then quickly scribbled a number down. “My personal cellphone number,” she explained, tearing the page off and placing it in my hand. “Call it for any reason, any need.”

I nodded numbly, slipping the paper into my purse, then headed for the building's main exit. Wading through the crowd of people, my mind kept flashing back to Tamlin towering over me and��

How powerless. How seemingly insignificant I'd become, both to him and to myself.

Because if I cared even a little about myself, why couldn't I leave him?

My frown deepened as I saw Lucien, gaze full of pain and empathy as he stood in front of the car, hands braced against the hood. Immediately, his arms wrapped around me, and I stood there, unable to react. He was all I had, him and Alis. My final lifelines. My sole friends.

I couldn't remember the last time Tamlin had held me like this. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt loved. Not just told the words, not just promised a partnership, not just cohabiting the same living space, not just sex and niceties—but loved.

And yet, this was all I had. In a way, after all the stains I'd left on this world, maybe it was all I deserved.

In the car, we stayed silent. The elevator as well. I left for my room and changed into something more comfortable, checked my head to see the damage—I had been bleeding, but it was dry now, and easily covered by pulling my hair back in a ponytail.

It was only finally when we both sat on the couch, facing the silent, blank TV did Lucien say anything. In those moments of silence before he opened his mouth, I could feel my heart beating, slowly, lethargically, as though it had given up as well.

“You have to understand, Feyre,” Lucien said quietly, “the amount of stress he's under.”

My eyes closed. This was it.

There comes a point during a relapse, I realized, a breaking point. One when the obstacles become insurmountable, when hope within fingertips' reach disappears from view, when the little light left in your dark, fucked up world extinguishes completely.

As Lucien kept explaining how Tamlin was going through a phase, a rough patch, that things would eventually ease off and get better, I broke. The parts of me I'd tried to hold together for so long cleaved apart. I could feel myself exiting my body. I was disappearing before my very eyes, and there was nothing left to stop it.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?”

I hadn’t realized he’d finished speaking and a long pause of quiet stretched between us. Distantly, I shook my head. “Just go.”

His face fell. “Feyre—”

“I need to be alone right now. I need some silence, and I need space to breathe, and I need you to leave.” I was completely calm. There was nothing else within me to draw from, no anger or rage, no resentment, no sadness. Nothing.

Reluctantly, he pressed up off the couch and I heard the chime of the elevator and his heavy footsteps, signalling that he was on his way down and I was finally by myself.

I didn’t remember how it went.

It was a while after Lucien left, when I finally got the meagre strength and energy to get off the couch and wander to the ensuite where the bathtub awaited. A short time later when the water filled up to the brim, I shed my clothes and sank into the waters.

But not before pulling open the last drawer on the right, the one with my brushes and hairdryer, where at the very back lay a rectangular brown box. One I hadn’t opened in two years.

I remembered my fingers shaking. Clutching it for dear life. Sinking into the warm waters.

Drawing the first cut, not caring that the past scarred ones lay beneath them, screaming at me to put the box cutter down.

Everything after that was a blur. The water drained. I towelled myself down and put on some loose pants. Tamlin came home, released his wrath—another angry welt on my ribs, a glass shattering against the wall, shards that cut my hands as I picked them up, more words disgust and mistrust thrown my way.

But I didn’t care. I didn’t have the will to care anymore.

***

I almost stayed home. It was so tempting to lie in bed, to be alone, away from him. But I didn’t trust myself to stay sane in this cramped apartment for another day.

Tamlin kissed me deeply this morning as we were getting ready. It was full of remorse and apologies, I could tell by the way his fingers trailed gently down my cheek afterward as we stared at each other for a few long, quiet moments. I just hate that I flinched whenever his hands came near my face.

In the car, his hand sat on my thigh. Biting my lip, I screamed curse words in my head, bracing against the pain that licked up my thighs. They were a distraction, something I could focus on. The city was drenched with rain, and I wrapped my arms around myself, clad in a thin long-sleeve sweater. Cuts. Bruises. So many ugly parts of me I needed to cover up.

The day passed as usual. Upon arrival, Ianthe barely looked at me, probably from awkwardness and discomfort after hearing yesterday’s spat between Tamlin and I. Not that it mattered, really. I hold myself in my office as usual, sorted through the email, snooped around files. There was nothing else for me to do. Remnants of the landline still remained scattered across the floor. I didn’t have the energy to pick them up.

After lunch, I was scrolling through my nose when the elevator chimed. It wasn’t unusual—every now and then Tamlin had meetings with current or potential clients. But I had access to his schedule. He didn’t have an appointment at this time.

I wandered out into the hallway only to see a frantic Lucien shouting at Tamlin’s office door. Ianthe was standing behind the desk, mouth open in shock, and Tamlin finally appeared from his office, blonde hair slipping from where he had it tied at the nape of his neck. His eyes immediately found mine, and they were relieved when he saw I was fine.

“What’s going on?” I demanded Lucien with more force than I thought I had in me. “What is it?”

“Someone broke into your apartment. There’s a sniper reported in the area with eyes on your complex. The entire place is on lockdown and swarming with police.”

Rhys was right, was the first thought that clanged through me. The second was softer, fainter—fear. I hadn’t felt it in so long.

Lucien, exasperated, said, “We’ve gotta go now, Tam.” Tamlin nodded his head and ran back into his office to get his coat and keys.

“I’ll go with you,” Ianthe piped in.

Lucien reluctantly nodded then they both went for the elevator. I ran back to my office to fetch my purse and my phone, thinking this was definitely going to pre-occupy the rest of the day. Footsteps trudged down the hall until Tamlin was in the doorway, face hard and cold.

“Let’s go,” I said and made to walk out the door. Instead I walked right into his chest, which didn’t move as I tried to make my way around him. His broad frame blocked me in completely, and my brows furrowed.

“Tamlin, come on.”

“I need you to stay here.”

I blinked. His green eyes stared back into mine indifferently. “What?”

“You have to stay here. I can’t let you get hurt. Not again.”

“I’ll be fine. There’re police everywhere. They’re not going to let anyone hurt me. You won’t let anyone hurt me.”

“I thought that was the case before. But you keep nearly slipping away from me every time.” His hand reached out, just like this morning, and his fingers traced the side of my cheek. “I can’t lose you, Feyre. Stay where it’s safe. You can go in my office if you want.”

Contained. Confined. Caged. Safe. They were synonymous to him.

Trapped. Enclosed. Imprisoned. That’s how it felt, how the rest of my life would feel if I listened to this man for another minute.

“No.”

He turned for a moment, his feet ready to lead me to his office, and I took my opportunity to slip past him.

“Feyre—” he growled, hands frantically trying to grab onto me, but I tore away from his clutch and sprinted to the elevator. I needed to get out, I needed to get away, to run away—

The distance between the elevator and I closed, and I crashed into it, pressing the button repeatedly until the doors wrenched open. Gasping, I flung myself across the threshold—

He was stronger. Faster. He always was.

Hands gripped around my bruised wrist and I cried out as Tamlin pulled. Hard.

The ground slammed beneath me as I landed on my back, staring up at the doors that teased, open before me like a gateway to heaven. I dug my feet into the ground, trying with all my withered strength, all my might to resist. I screamed, struggling against him, trying to hit him with my other hand, but he grabbed that one just as quickly.

He dragged me back to the office. The carpet burned beneath me, and I shouted in pain as my thighs alit with the fire of the swollen cuts. Writhing and contorting were of no use, his grip was like iron as he let out a final grunt and I found myself back in my office. His hands dropped me and my head slammed into the floor once more. Stars scattered in my vision.

“Please,” I sobbed.

I felt him lean down in front of me and whisper, “I’m doing this for you. For us.”

He took two steps back, a dark shadow hovering in the dimming light of the doorway.

“Please.”

The door slammed shut behind him, with only the sound of a key and the lock sliding smoothly into place.

[aconstantstateofbladerunner]

uuuuUUUUUGGGHHHHHH SO I was scrolling through your blog and came across a picture you made of the All Might plushie and Izuku’s plushie from chapter 13 of Butterfly with the quote and everything and I am broken AGAIN. That chapter made me so sad. TT_TT BUT it had some of the best high-quality Dad Might I’ve seen. BUT IT WAS STILL HEARTBREAKING. Amazing chapter. I’d love to hear more Dad Might headcanons, if you have them. Like, what does All Might think about Izuku’s plushie of him?

Hey thanks, I’m glad you like the chapter and the picture!  So far, writing that scene was the closest I’ve been to crying (making outlines of the later chapters not withstanding.  You ain’t seen nothing yet).  

Here’s the link for anyone stumbling on this post:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17165612/chapters/41414786

As for further Dad Might…

- The first time All Might actually saw the plush in the fic, Izuku was holding on to it for dear life after the villain was discovered looming over him in his room, so he didn’t pay much attention to it.  After things calmed down a little, the first thing he probably noticed was how beat up it was.  It’s one thing to hear your successor has been a fan of you since he was basically a baby, it’s another to see him clutching a toy that’s been off the shelves for almost two decades.  That sort of thing is humbling.

- All Might debates over whether or not to gift Izuku with more of his merch.  The companies he has deals with always give him copies of what they sell, and he sure doesn’t have any use for them.  But he’s been trying to break Izuku out of his fan-worship and giving him gifts covered in his own face seems conceited.  He’ll save the gifts for holidays and special occasions.

- Part of All Might’s chastising of Izuku for crying is him trying to teach the kid that there’s a proper time and place to cry.  He has to save it for home.  If he breaks down in front of any stranger who’s nice to him, no one will ever take him seriously.  He might be endeared to some fans, but to other professionals he’ll just look like someone who’s too easily overwhelmed.  Granted, All Might could do better at explaining that.

- But the thing is, Izuku does understand that.  He knows how to keep his emotions in check (most of the time) and is continuing to get better.  All Might just doesn’t see that control as much because Izuku sees him as someone safe to cry around.

- If All Might didn’t have years of experience related to controlling his image, he would totally be that obnoxious parent bragging about his kid on social media.  He’s just so proud of how far his boy has come.  His only outlet is vague tweeting about how great all his students are, or spamming Gran Torino with photos and comments.  The old man almost regrets getting a newer phone.  Almost.

- I’ve mentioned in previous headcanon dumps that Izuku and his bio dad don’t have a good relationship.  All Might doesn’t know any of the details, but there’s something in the way his student looks at the ground when it comes up, not sadly but scowling, that tells him it’s a time bomb waiting to go off.  It’s on of Izuku’s only no-go topics of conversation, so All Might avoids it like the plague and tries to keep others off it as well.  That’s only going to work for so long.  (Have a fic planned for this so no more details).

- All Might has had a fairly amicable relationship with the press for most of his career.  Though he doesn’t love nosy reporters, he respects journalism as a craft and has always been cordial.  That streak ends when someone tries to talk shit about Izuku.  It’s some press conference and somebody asks about the rumor the hero student Deku is his secret son.  Someone else cracks that All Might has had a “secret child” at UA for twenty years.  All Might laughs along with everyone, until a third person jokes that Deku is too much of a mess to be related to All Might.  He’s small and plain, his quirk breaks his own body, and he’s a massive crybaby.  The best evidence for him having pro connections is how unlikely it is that such a wet blanket got into UA in the first place without someone pulling some strings.  The guy just keeps going for a while after everyone else in the room realized All Might isn’t laughing anymore.  

“Which publication do you work for?  Are they aware they are being represented by a grown man joyously belittling a child?”

The guy tries to respond, but All Might cuts him off.  What follows is the verbal equivalent of a public hanging. 

[flandesuka]

Yo you should answer all of these scene questions👀👀

:OOO

you think so lad???? shit dawg i was thinkin just a few at a time but if that what u want my dear nonnie i will supply

1. wats ur scene name?

i was thinkin maybe ‘gods mistake’ would be a good one but then. i found a way to make it both danganronpa related, and, even better, a fucking pun as well. ‘kamukura kamukura jasqueen’, or just ‘kamukura jasqueen’ for short is good k thxxx

2. describe ur dream outfit!

oooo gosh this ones trickyy!! there are so many good outfits out there, especially in the scene community!! but it’d have to have a few tiny elements of dr cosplay to add a lil of my dangan-weeb culture in there ofc! more specifically, id really love to get one of kazuichis jumpsuit and just wig out and add shit like this just because i could:

(id just rlly love going out in all those glowy/shiny things at night like all that haha..and yes the shoes would probably kill me/my fuckin feet if i tried to walk in them but shut up i love them theyre cute as fuck)

3. describe ur dream haircut!

oo another tricky one!! i do like my regular hair, and honestly id be lying if i said i didnt love ibuki’s hairdo too but id defs have to go with something like this!!

yaaaassss, so pretty and spikeeeey! maybe id dye my natural hair colour black and/or add some funky colours if i ever actually got this style down!

4. describe ur dream room!

i have a lot of ideas for dream bedrooms actually, but heres a visual image of one of them i found!!!

MIKU ROOM MIKU ROOM MIKU ROOM MIKU ROOM

(this specific idea arose mainly just for the aesthetic but i also find it super cute and a good environment to be in general hhhnnggg)

5. if u could make anything out of kandi, wat would u make?

oh you mean those colourful beads and bracelet things??? i love those man!!! theyre so visually appealing to me aaaaa…id probably just make a fuck-ton of those and most probably use the little letter beads to say random words/phrases like ‘aubergine’ and ‘despacito’ knowing my shitposter self lmaooo! id definitely make a sansmaeda themed one too thoo fr

6. wat would u write on ur shoez?

it’d probably range from things like a simple kaomoji doodle to something randum and stupid like ‘seesaw’ bc yes asjnd

7. wat kinda piercingz/tattooz do u hav/want?

i dont think i rlly want any real piercings (at least not atm) but id totally go for those fake stick-on gemstone lookin’ ones! and as for tattoos, i cant rlly see myself gettin one of those rn either, but id want something like a mario power-up, preferably the bell one/cat suit powerup!!! its my favorite powerup and its sooo cute!!!

8. fave genrez?

i dont rlly have a specific genre, i like most kinds of music, but i rlly like energetic music that i can dance tooo!!! >w<

9. fave bandz?

im a big fan of gorillaz and botdf!!! i like p!atd as well but havent listened to it in a while.. gatta catch up loool

10. fave songz?

my favs alternate a lot, but atm im super into ‘slow dancing in the dark’ by joji!!! so much emotiooon quq…also rlly hooked on botdf and jefree star’s ‘sexting’ tooo lmaooo

11. fave lyricz?

‘The world keeps spinning Among this sinning Oh what a cruel and disgusting place The purest moonlight Is bloodied by plight And screaming resonants But somehow I know That it’s all for show The world will reveal it’s true beauty soon And we’ll all reach towards the moon ‘

its so deep but its from a fucking kaito momota fansong and i love that asnkjdnefe

12. hav u evr been to a concert?

not in a damn long while my lad,, rip australians not havin many artists they like from other countries tour there ;-;

13. do u wanna be in a band?

ive always thought thatd be pretty cool ngl!!! tourin around with ur bandmate friends, makin awesome fuckin tunes, people lovin u and ur music, just livin the dream in general,, nice

14. wats da best soda/energy drink flavour?

havent rlly had any as of rn  my lad so i wouldnt know :/

15. wat do u miss most abt old internet?

i loved that we could all just be ourselves and act like the kids we are inside without bein reprimanded at all.. it aint rlly that much of an issue for me but i still think itd be a lot nicer if it was like that again sometimes,,

16. wats da best old meme?

ooohhh there are so many i still miss man! numa numa ermagerd and doge still remind me of the glory days…when old animeme was good and you could still haz ur cheezburgers in peace. also rage comics! rage comics were good what happened

17. best place 2 buy clothez?

i dont think theres any hot topics in australia but if there is. i will hunt it down you hear me

18. wat r ur fave accessoriez?

OH THERES SO MANY GOOD ONES??? as i stated b4 i rly love kandi bracelets and other glowy/led things!!! also rlly love ties with cute and fun patterns and long colourful and/or ripped socks like ibuki’s too hehe

19. wats ur best tip fr ppl that just got into scenecore?

im not rlly the best at advice, but my main point would be-just hav fun here dudes!!! dont let anyone else bulli u abt it, we’re supportive people, u can talk to me or anyone else whos willin to listen an/or help for reassurance ofc <33!!!

20. opinion on furbiez?

oOH MY GOD YES. FURBIES. MY BABIES I WANT 10 OF THESE CHILDREN…I ACTUALLY HAVE A FURBY HE LIKES SLEEPING IN HIS SPECIAL DRAWER AND HIS NAME IS TINGLE I ADORE HIM I’LL POST A OF PICTURE LATER MAYBE

21. opinion on funko popz?

i like em and ive seen lots at eb games, but i dont buy em much..i do have a megaman pop with a broken arm tho loool

22. wats ur fave pattern? (zebra/leopard print etc)

i looove a lot of patterns but not gonna lie im always a sucker for rainbow checkerboard patterns yknow hehe!

23. fave color combo?

i dont have one rlly…soooo many possible comboooos…cx

24. sumthing u liked as a kid dat u still like?

im still going on girlsgogames and recently, ive finally mastered sues beauty machine!!!! its so good and fun all of ya’ll should try it my dudeeees

25. wats ur most used emoticon? 0w0

as most of ya’ll probs alredy know i spam ‘:O’ a lot, but one of my bigger favs is actually ‘x3′ and my fav kaomoji is ‘ଘ(੭ˊ꒳​ˋ)੭✧’ (both of them are so kyooot >w<)

26. wats ur fav typin quirk?

i luv talkin like dis, but i dont rly do it that often loool…i awso wuv tawking in ‘owo’ speak wike dis >//w//>

27. do u wish ur fllwrz talked 2 u moar?

hellz yeaaa!!! i luv followr interaction my dudee! it makes me super happi when u all talk to me heehee! x3c

28. tag ur fave scene blawgz!

:O !!! oh gawd!!! i dont know many atm but heeereee!

@xxadam-antidotexx (op of the ask meme)

@glitchkichi (not sure if this counts but their stuff’s rlly cool >v<)

@otonashi-banana (scene boyf…wuv im more than anythin >///w///> <3333)

29. wat got u into scenecore?

i dont remember exactly how it happened but i’d always sorta wanted to go back to the glory days that was the old web and the scene era, and that, coupled with a bright, colourful aesthetic that i could really enjoy, drew me in like a moth to a neon colored flame ig looollll

30. how long hav u been scene?

i’ve only been officially apart of the community for about a few months now (at time of writing) i reckon so some things are still a lil new to me ig ^^;;

31. wats da best thing abt being scene?

the freedom of bein able to express myself 4 one thing, and its just so fun being so ‘out-there’ yknow???? it feels so great really

32. do u hav a fursona?

i…actually used to but ive moved on from the furry fandom and ive grown more attached to my human sona anyway sooo :/

33. r u in sum “cringy” fandomz?

YEA man!! i dont rlly think dr is inherently considered ‘cringey’ but undertale is and im in that one for sure!!! i also kinda technically never left the skylanders fandom(?) so theres that too ig??? oh yeah and who wants to let me draw my old moshi monsters characters COWARDS

34. do u liek plushiez?

YASSSS QUEEEN!!!! i have HEAPS of them in my room on my desk with my gonta shrine <33 !! my favourite one is a big lonk corgi plush i got from a big eb games store in the city and i have keep him under my desk on my chair bc hes a biggg boi…he makes a good pillow ^w^

35. do u liek stickerz?

also a big yaaassss from me dawggg!!! i love them and i love those ones that you stick on your fase like this!

its so cuuute!!!

36. do u hav a friendproject?

i dont, not at the moment a least, actually! didnt even know what it was til recently but it looks kewl haha

37. do u hav any other scene account?

well, i haz this one, and i also have an emowire account for shuichi if that counts!!

38. do u make art? (drawingz, blingeez, etc.)

YES!!! i love to draw and i also make blingee edits sometimes!!! ITS SO FUN XD !!!

39. wats da most scene thing? (anything!)

hmmm, weeell…i think the most stereotyped thing would be that kewl, suuuper big hair like this;

its really prettyyyy, and i love all that colouuur!!!

40. ask ur own randum question!!

hm, oh wowie, since the anon didnt specifically ask this one…POTATOES!!! X3

phew, finally done, that was a lot of typing! this was so fun to do though, so thank u nonnie!!! :3

[marketableplushieenthusiast]

Finally imprisoned for his crimes

[isabellaklein97]

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[icybeanheadcanons]

Twins anon here! For a continuation of sorts, how about the Papyri go on a shopping trip with their s/o to get maternity clothes and stuff for the babies? Maybe discuss names?

Tale

He's carrying all of the bags with much ease. He's happily chattering away and the topic of names pops up. No. No you cannot name your child after a font. Why? kids will make fun of them. Yes you're sure. He's firing a lot of weird names your way and your denying them.

 Soft Edge

He's been slowly stocking stuff up for the baby but it was time to look for more clothes for you considering the baby was getting bigger therefore you. When you get tired of walking he picks you up and carries you with ease. He brings up the topic of names, and you're both suggesting names denying or putting them in the maybe box.

 Honey Bear

Oh my god he's telling you so many joke names and you're ready to stab him about now. You don't of course. Because you also want to smooch him. Honey Bear is playing with the baby toys, pushing as many buttons as he can on them to see what they do as you do other important stuff in the aisle. No Honey Bear we are not naming them Thing one and thing two. NO MARIO AND LUIGI. Why would you name a child lord starscream???? Honey Bear stop pushing play on that see and say for 2 damn minutes. He goes to spam the old McDonald had a farm toy.

 Rus

He's trying to be as helpful as possible but he's being drawn to the baby toys. What's this button do? Oh. Oh god it sings. What if it runs out of batteries and starts screeching the sounds of hell??? That would be terrifying. He's looking more at the plush and squishy toys after that. When you ask about names he's staring off into space for a minute or two. He suggests a few really sweet names.

 Sugarskull

He's chattering and carrying you through the store. He's asking you about names, if you'd decided on any and you surprise him with the fact you should be naming them together. Oh! He supposes that makes much more sense. He's much more enthusiastic now, asking what kind of names you're looking for. He's going to do his best to give the kids names they'd be satisfied with when they're older.  

[curejulie]

fic idea for otayurijj, though it could be read as pliroy<--otabek at first although I guess I haven’t fully fleshed it out yet,  I may never get to write it so just dumping my thoughts here.

chapter 1 background:

- JJ and Otabek are friends, perhaps simply by the virtue of being 19 (along with Leo) and also due to the time otabek spent in Canada. 

- despite their year spent together at the rink, they don’t necessarily click. otabek keeps JJ at arm’s length. at best, they’re distant friends. more than acquaintances but not quite at the level to be friends.

- JJ never stops with the friendly overtures, though otabek more than likely politely declines his offer to hang out most of the time. they message more they talk in person, although that’s not saying much. JJ respects the low communication need from otabek and that’s that.

opening:

- story begins a month post-GPF, JJ texts otabek and asks about his budding friendship with yuri. much like his personality otabek’s texts are short, terse, and infrequent. JJ manages to convey to otabek that he would like to make more friends with the ice skaters at his age range, and persuades otabek to convince yuri to have lunch with the three of them while they were all attending a skating event in france.

- otabek complies, because he thinks both yuri and JJ could use more friends and could work out their strained (non-existent relationship). 

- yuri is surprisingly compliant to otabek’s request (because it’s otabek), but he complains about JJ all the while walking towards meeting location. otabek constantly assures yuri that JJ is actually a good person. they meet JJ at a cafe in Paris.

- JJ gifts yuri a custom-made white tiger plush (per otabek’s advice) wearing his FP costume, with a gold medal. yuri is absolutely overjoyed (”kuso yabai”) but he tries not to show it, but the way he’s cradling the tiger in his lap gives it away.

- JJ apologizes sincerely for starting off on the wrong foot and shakes hands with yuri, wanting to start off fresh as friends. Yuri agrees to do so, but he still sits next to Otabek  and even when JJ tries to make conversation he makes Otabek answer for him. lunch is good, but a little awkward due to this odd three way conversation.

- JJ and Yuri exchange numbers on a friendly note, although Yuri doesn’t bother texting him other than to thank him for the gift (and uploads it to instagram, but with no real identifying tags). the three part ways. 

- JJ also tells Otabek he still doesn’t feel confident in texting yuri even though he clearly won him over with the gift. 

- two months later, yuri’s grandfather has a heart attack scare and is hospitalized. emotionally distressed, yuri calls otabek and asks him to stay with him while his grandfather recovers. otabek doesn’t even tell his coach or family when he books the first ticket to st. petersburg.

- the first night, yuri can’t sleep, so he has otabek join him in bed, and otabek strokes his hair until he falls asleep. he knows, and probably has known then he has been harboring feelings for yuri that’s hard to categorize, verbalize or even to express, but decides this is nice for now. otabek falls asleep next him.

- otabek spends the next three days with yuri at home and in the hospital. when they’re at home doing domestic chores, otabek wishes he could freeze this moment in time and keep them for safekeeping.

- yuri’s grandfather is discharged within days, and otabek returns home (coach is probably furious). he sees a flurry of texts from JJ, asking about yuri and how he was faring, and how his grandfather was faring. word spreads fast in the figure skating grapevine, it seems. JJ sounds quite worried, asking if it was proper to send flowers to his house or if that wasn’t russian tradition. 

- otabek is very tired from his trip but feels obligated to update JJ, so he lets him know yuri was okay, his grandfather has recovered very quickly, and he didn’t think it wasn’t proper. he suggests JJ to message yuri himself, but JJ quickly responds that he doesn’t feel right to message yuri abut a family issues. otabek, for the first time, realizes JJ does have a quite sensitive side. 

- yuri asks otabek about flowers sent to his home, with no sender’s name. yuri thinks it’s otabek and pre-emptively thanks him but otabek tells him it was not him. he doesn’t tell yuri who he thinks sent it either, especially not after yuri tells him he was surprised the sender knew his favorite flowers, because it reminded him of his mother. otabek feels something heavy in his chest at the omission. 

- a couple months have passed by since yuri’s grandfather incident. yuri excitedly tells otabek he grew 1.3 cm. otabek takes to drinking vitamin D and calcium fortified milk on the daily.

- JJ and otabek message each other infrequently, just very dry conversations about progress on the rink. in the past month, JJ’s messages have been shorter and less excited from his usual self. otabek figures he’s been busy shooting CFs and other off-rink work.

- otabek is having an off day, and somehow during his motorcycle ride his handphone flies out of his jacket and breaks on the sidewalk. it’s still usable but the screen is damaged beyond repair. he lets yuri know he won’t be available for a few days and he sends the phone off to repair. 

- although the repair should have taken 2 days at most, it ends up taking 5 days because otabek either misses the repair shop closing time and other technical mishaps. 

- otabek boots up his phone late after training to find pictures of yuri in disneyworld. with JJ. he’s baffled. there are also gotten a billion messages from both of them. otabek usually responds in a timely manner but the normally calm otabek feels himself a bit agitated and confused so he decides to sleep it off.

chapter 2: JJ POV

- getting engaged at 18 was probably not the best idea, and most certainly living with someone before marriage as well. JJ and Isabella have been fighting more and more after the GPF, and they decide to go on a break. 

- JJ misses Isabella a lot but he knows intuitively this break isn’t really temporary. he’s torn up inside and it’s showing in his performances. he goes on a small break, without letting any of his fellow skaters know. 

- JJ doesn’t feel really safe confiding in anyone about his breakup--certainly not his local friends since they know too much (and many have taken sides or wished to remain third party). he lets Leo know what’s going on with him, and he is quite supportive. 

- JJ doesn’t feel it’s right to burden otabek with his current situation. (he’s actually not sure how otabek would deal with emotions). he’s typed out a message to otabek many times, but has deleted it just as much. 

- instead he decides to bring up a topic that otabek is obviously emotionally tied with--yuri. he half wonders how they got to be friends in such a short amount of time. in truth, JJ was absolutely floored by yuri’s progress and performance, and though he liked to tease yuri, he wished they started off as friends first, so he builds up on the momentum to ask otabek to have lunch with him and yuri. 

- he asks otabek for advice for a gift to get yuri on placing gold, and otabek gives him pointed advice, with more words than JJ has ever seen him use in all of his messages with JJ. he decides to get a custom made white tiger doll, just cute but also just fierce enough to represent yuri.

- JJ actually has a good time during lunch with both of them. he can’t forget that look on yuri’s face when he gifted him the doll--and feels like yuri has slowly warmed up to him during lunch. he feels a lot better just hanging out with people unrelated to his hometown, and figures this was the release he needed.

- they exchange numbers at otabek’s suggestion--though JJ feels too nervous to message yuri first, for some reason, as if he’s texting after a first date. yuri saves him the grief and messages him first, thanking him for the doll. JJ responds excitedly (too soon), but yuri doesn’t message back. JJ makes a note to save Yuri’s birthday to his calendar and to commission a lion plush in time.

- when news of yuri’s grandfather spreads, JJ texts otabek, but doesn’t get a response. he actually personally goes to a florist and takes his time learning about flowers and flower messages. he sends gladiolus and gardenia flowers, somehow arranging a friend in russia to order in his place.

- a month later, isabella asks to meet JJ and they rekindle. they schedule another lunch date on the spot. JJ is confused but overjoyed, as their one year anniversary is coming up. 

- however, JJ misread her intentions--she really wanted to stay friends, which she makes very clear on their next date. JJ feels like an idiot for having rushed through his heart instead of his brain. 

- he remembers just then that he had booked plane tickets and tickets to disneyworld several months prior in preparation for the anniversary. he can cancel the plane tickets but not to disneyworld...he would have given the tickets to his siblings but they are in school. all in all, JJ just wants to flee canada and just not think about anything.

- that night he decides getting drunk was the best option. upon his fourth beer, he somehow worked up to courage (yolo) to one sidedly spam yuri about how sad he was because of what happened with him and isabella. he also manages to ask yuri if he’d want to come. he’s sure yuri would say no but he’s drunk and he’s going to say stupid stuff, he might as well do it now.

- yuri responds: yes. and when. JJ nearly drops his beer and asks yuri if he’s serious. yuri responds that he has never been to disneyworld and he’s always wanted to go...and that he would go if JJ paid for everything. 

- (yuri also isn’t heartless--he knows JJ must be considerable upset to message him all of a sudden and unleash his sob story on him, and probably could use a break)

- JJ suddenly gets the feeling...he doesn’t know how otabek would feel about this, but what if he’s looking too much into it...asks yuri if he needs permission from otabek. yuri actually gets angry, exclaiming he doesn’t need permission from anyone to go anywhere he wants. JJ thinks the outburst is cute, and then they arrange  for yuri to come to florida. the conversation with yuri wakes JJ up from inebriation faster than an icy cold shower.

- JJ messages otabek out of courtesy, but he figures yuri would probably tell him. he lies awake in bed and tries to process what just happened, and so fast.

Chapter 3:

- JJ and Yuri meet at Orlando international. JJ is nervous about the whole thing, and Yuri whacks him on the head, tells him to cheer up BECAUSE THEY’RE GOING TO DISNEY WORL 

- JJ starts loosening up considerably once at the park. He prepared Minnie and Mickey mouse ears for the occasion....and Yuri makes him wear the Minnie one. Yuri has become a total child, laughing freely and enjoying the rides. JJ feels like he’s never seen this side of Yuri and although he’s been to the Disney parks several times with his family, it feels like a brand new experience and he’s much happier for it. 

- The ears get wet on splash mountain, and yuri wants to check out the stores anyway so they shop for a new hats/ears. they decide to shop for each other and yuri presents him with goofy hat + ears (”because you’re stupidly tall and you have a dumb laugh”) and JJ presents him with donald duck hat (”you’re small and angry, all the time”). they both laugh at how apt the descriptions are and decide to purchase new hats. 

- yuri..finds out JJ is actually fun, a teenager who likes to make jokes and tease just like him, and feels decidedly less neutral about his new....friend.

....I have only thought about here, it’s also been a while since I’ve been in disney so I’ll have to brush up on the attractions there. 

IF YOU READ UP TO THIS MUCH PLS LIKE N SUBSCRIBE no, I mean, thanks. I plan such grandiose fics and I just don’t have the time or mental brain power to see the idea to completion so I figure sharing my ideas would be the best way to help this starved fandom (yes).

[attractionjapan]

How to Build Confidence and Learn Game Like a Boss

Are you having trouble getting started? Not sure what the expectations are or the best way to go forward? How does one even become confident around women? Sit back and grab some tea and a cookie because Dr. Sinapse has a dose of the bitter medicine for you. Here are my steps to build confidence and learn the game like a boss:

  1. Destroy and Overcome the Negative/Inactive Spiral

  Guys typically don’t take action for a few main reasons:

  They don’t think it works (period… like for anyone. These types of guys usually think everything comes down to money, looks, and destiny and there’s zero “skill” involved)

They don’t think it will work for them (usually due to one or a few specific fixed characteristics about themselves – for example, their height, lack of Japanese ability, race, wealth, looks, etc)

  If you believe in #1, go watch some (legitimate) infield of someone pulling.

  But I’m guessing that my audience here (at least the inactive ones) primarily think about #2. Step 1 is NAME your fears. Call out specifically, with descriptive words and detail, what exactly you think is holding you back. Your bald spot? Your small frame? Your race?

  Come up with a specific sentence and verbalize it, or write it down. For example:

  “I’m afraid that I can’t get the top tier women because those women are only into guys who are tall.”

  Once you’ve named your fears you can go about smashing these silly little beliefs.

  I guarantee you I know someone who is “worse” or more disadvantageous than you in whatever category you can name who is currently CRUSHING the game.

  In other words, your excuse is preventing you from starting. It is a FICTION that you tell yourself, not a reality.

  NOW since there’s a lot of misinformation and marketing around game, I’d like to add a simple caveat. Your genetics DO matter. Anybody who says they don’t is full of shit. You may never be LeBron but you CAN stunt and ball out all over everybody on any blacktop across the country  and you can ALWAYS do way better than you currently are. And if you work your ass of you might just become Allen Iverson – that exception to the rule who overcomes certain genetics (short stature) and still kicks ass. But even if you don’t outwork the naturally gifted, you’ll still do way better than you are currently doing.

  “Hard work beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard”

  In other words — try not to compare yourself to the RESULTS of other people. But DO compare your EFFORT and MINDSET to theirs.

  NOW: to ACTUALLY go about destroying the negative mental thought patterns.

  Are you in a negative spiral?

Feel shame, fear, lack of confidence, anxiety, etc?

Troubled by lack of competence and your own results?

Don’t believe in your ability to attract women?

  NAME your fears

Once you realize them, you can minimize them.

  Discover ways in which you tell yourself a self-defeating narrative (note: it’s NOT the truth, it’s a narrative you tell yourself) in your own mind. Keep in mind these narratives pop up when you are thinking about taking action (such as when you see a pretty girl in front of you who snaps you out of your daily reverie). Here are some of the most common examples, although this list is not nearly exhaustive:

  Rehashing old failures and assuming you will have the same result if you try again (Why even leave the house, I’m just going to get ignored/rejected again)

Unrealistic expectations (instant success or getting 9s and 10s immediately)

Overly focusing on obstacles (she’s too far, there’s no time, she’s with a guy/girl/group/mom/dad, she is on the phone, etc)

Perfectionism (I should wait for X to approach, I should make my approach smooth, silky, and casual, I should plan the most glamorous date to “wow” her, etc)

Lack of experience (it’s “too late” for me, I missed the boat, I’m way behind)

Focus on fixed characteristics rather than on GROWTH (I’m too XYZ to succeed. Everybody who has success is ABC.)

Spotlight effect (What will those people think of me if I talk to her? I should respect the culture because I’m a guest here)

Fear of rejection itself (What if she doesn’t like me? What if I’m not good enough? No cute girls are ever into me)

Effort aversion (It seems like it would take a lot of hard work to get good. I don’t have the time [you always have time for what is important to you]. She’s so far away, I’ll get the next one.)

  Remember that whenever your brain tells you these stories, it’s trying to protect you from the dangers of the world which no longer exist. Nobody will kill you for speaking to a woman on the street. There are no lions waiting to eat you around the corner from that Kyabajo.

  You mind is NOT your friend. In fact, it will usually try to sabotage you at every turn. You BEST weapon against this?

  AUTOMATIC action.

  Get your feet moving before your mind has a chance to sneak in and wormtongue its way into your ear, talking you out of doing what you know you should. Once in the interaction, automatically go for the bounce. Once in isolation, automatically go for the kiss and escalation. Remember that at all times you MUST take the right action.

  You actions in the past have created your current reality. Your actions NOW determine your future. If you restrict your current possibilities and paths of action available at the current moment based on your past actions, you are letting your history control your destiny and you are essentially a ROBOT. Does that terrify you?

  2. Fix the way you see women

  Not as “hot” “cute” or “9s” and “10s” or “uggs “

Instead, address their inner mental world and humanize them. WHY do they act how they act? How do they see themselves? (Hint: it’s probably not as a “hot chick”)

  It’s all too easy to get caught up in dissing girls with one breath and heaping unearned praise on them in the next.

  “Why are girls so dumb. What a bitch.”

“She’s a goddess. What a stunner. High level.”

  She’s most likely neither as angelic nor as demonic as you might imagine. Instead, she’s just human. She has the same organs as (but less testosterone than) you.

  Realize the dangerous nature of dating a man. Everything she does is a balance between feeling danger and thrill from the man and feeling bored and too secure. Too far in either direction and she will either be afraid or sexually uninterested.

  Realize that when she’s being bitchy, cold, rude, etc, it’s to minimize the physical harm that comes to her. Have some empathy about how hard it must be to be attracted to the thing which is the most dangerous thing in the world for her.

  She knows she’s beautiful. Or, at least, she’s been told a lot already. Don’t compliment her on her appearance, especially not as an opener. Instead, talk to her as if you both already know what she looks like (because you do). Instead, try to “mine” for “gold” – something particularly unique or interesting that isn’t readily apparent to the naked eye. Or, barring that, at least something unique she has chosen, such as intricate nail art or an interesting plush keychain.

  Finally, if you think the girl is stunningly beautiful, try to see her as simply human. Or if you really can’t hack it, just hide all the behaviors that chodes who idolize stunning women do. Here’s a few:

  -Spamming invites

-Getting upset when the girls don’t make time to see you

-Taking selfies with them (yes, they know you just want to show off to your friends)

-Validating them on their appearance

-Validating them at all

-Trying to “buy” their time with gifts or promises

-Avoiding all risky or offensive topics

-Try to “linger” around and hope that means you will get her

  In fact, it’s probably best to do the exact opposite of these things.

  -Invite occasionally

-Ignore the ignore

-Let her take pictures if she wants

-Check to see if she lives up to her own and your standards

-Call her out on her shit (in a fun way)

-GIVE her your time (slightly begrudgingly)

-Dive right into the risky topics and moves

-Don’t linger, just pull

  Finally, women shouldn’t be a stepping stone for your nefarious purposes. As much as possible, try to feel, enjoy, live, laugh, and love with them. If possible, try to leave girls better than you found them. Remember above all that you should be looking for AFFINITY rather than random hotness. Trust me when I say that sex with a stunning girl who has nothing on the inside gets old fast.

  One last point about how you view women —

  Guys who don’t get laid much like to talk smack about ugly girls. What if I told you, your desire to “bash” ugly girls is negatively correlated with your ability to hook hot girls? Why? Because they are two sides of the SAME coin. You are placing extreme emphasis on the physical appearance of the girl and using that as the main criteria by which you determine the value of a female human being. Physical beauty is qualifier, not a decision maker. In other words, if she meets a certain “beauty” threshold, you can investigate further (for affinity) before you make your decision. The key to getting the “next level” girls is to not see them as “next level” but simply as normal humans. Which, of course, you can’t do if you’re preoccupied with the physical characteristics of both uggos and stunners.

  When girls (of all levels of beauty) notice that you’re out there pursuing your desires and assessing girls not only in terms of beauty but also in terms of affinity, the real 9s and 10s start to take notice and 6-8s become easy as pie.

  3. Build Confidence through Competence

The goal moving forward is to build confidence through competence. Like Super Mario or other platformer games, you start off with a complete lack of confidence in your ability to complete the game. Naturally, with any new game you would be quite mad indeed to imagine you could win it completely on the first try without dying at least a few times.

  Similarly, cultivate a long-term focus. Like Mario, you must learn the lay of the land, the mechanics of your character, how far you can jump, how to manipulate the controller, where the enemies and obstacles are positioned, and all manner of other variations.

  You die a lot. The first time you play, you probably fall into the first pit and run straight into the first enemy. Nobody is born a genius.

  Yet we keep playing the game. With each defeat, each stumble, you learn and gain competence.

  If you throw yourself into cold approach, pretty soon you’ll realize that simply saying “hi” can open many girls. You build some competence around the open. Not long after that you might get some LINE numbers. Most of which, at this point, fall through, flake, or stop responding. This is normal.

  In many sports, people talk about how the game “slows down.” This happens as your experience and competence builds and you start to recognize patterns. Humans, if nothing else, are supremely powerful computers for pattern recognition and learning. So at the beginning there are perhaps a million thoughts in your head:

  “Don’t smile too much. Be seen before heard. Be conscious of your voice tone – breaking, deeper and louder than I’m used to. Don’t say something boring. Open with a simple statement or observation rather than a compliment. State your agenda and find out her logistics. Avoid “pattern” questions.”

  Soon, through repetition (and nothing else), all these “lessons” and techniques start to sink in, and you’ll start to learn to recognize all the “patterns”:

  “What do I do if she slips behind my back on approach? If she says ‘I don’t speak English’? If she asks me about my job? If she insults me on the open? If she says she has no LINE? If she doesn’t even hear me? If she compliments me on my Japanese?”

  As your ability to recognize and correctly respond to patterns increases (again, through nothing but sheer experience in each situation — there are no shortcuts, except perhaps my book and coaching), you learn to roll with the flow more, improvise more, relax more, and let your personality shine through in a calibrated way. Your anxieties fade away and you are more present and responsive and you come across as more genuine and attractive. None of this can be accomplished without sustained practice.

  At this point, something magical starts to happen. You start to see the fruits of your action:

  Initially the fact that women do not actually run away and some do seem to, against all odds, be interested in talking to you.

  Later, the fact that many of these women are interesting in sharing their contact information with you.

  Later still, that many of these women will respond, come out to meet you, and follow you home like little ducklings.

  As you see these results, the proof of your competence, your confidence starts to build. Soon you walk with more swagger, a pep in your step, a glint in your eye. And that’s when things really start to turn around. Ultimately, it’s your own belief in your ability to meet and attract women that actually ends up leading you to meet and attract women. If you don’t believe it possible for yourself you will make it impossible for yourself.

  So, practically, where does that put us?

  -Focus on GRADUAL improvement of skills through trial, error, and DEMONSTRATED performance. The action you take and results you get are PROOF for yourself and AMMO to destroy that inner wormtongue hater voice that is holding you back.  

  -Confidence is domain-specific (although mastery in one area can bleed over some general confidence). Even if you are a high-powered CEO, it would be ridiculous to think that your confidence would spill over onto the tennis court, or into the world of Broadway. You need to build confidence in *this* domain – namely, dating.

  -As you attract more women and demonstrate those skills to yourself and others, you will build momentum and your internal dialogue can begin to shift away from obsession with fixed characteristics and imagined failures, and move towards competence (I *can* talk to girls on the street. I *can* get their LINEs without too much effort. I *can* get them out on dates and hook up with them). Once you see yourself to be competent, the confidence starts to ooze from every atom of your body.

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It’s All About The Event Experience: VIP Lounges, Apps, Virtual Reality and More!

It seems events are pushing boundaries for experiences further and further. Guests expect more than ever to be truly immersed when coming to your event experience. Experiential events are here and they aren’t going anywhere. Discover ideas for creating a great experience with memorable VIP areas, spark new event ideas using Pinterest, and embed VR into your next video marketing strategy.

PS: Want to create a truly engaging event, app or no app? Watch our webinar to learn more.

Grab These VIP Lounge Ideas!

VIP lounges are meant to give attendees something to aspire to, something that will make them want to invest in and be part of your event. Because of that, this gilded place has to be really special. Check out how these brands and events pull of the idea by making their VIP lounge more than a pretty place to stay in. These lounges incorporated features and novelties that will make any VIPs stay memorable, such as bars, amazing views, plush couches, and entertainment areas.

American Express Gives “Panorama” a Real Meaning

Last year’s Panorama Music Experience was graced by the American Express two-story hospitality tent. This year’s celebration is no different, allowing the brand to carve a different experience for its card members. Aside from situating them in an elevated section that gives them a literal “panorama” of the entire venue and the stage, the brand also treated its card members to food and drinks. More freebies were given away to those among them who logged into the event app. This savvy piece of marketing and event management is illustrative of the value VIP places have in such a gathering.

The Tree of Ténéré Towers at Burning Man

The Burning Man festival is a yearly display of creativity and artistic impulse. The 4-story tall Tree of Ténéré, named after a real tree in the Sahara, blooms out of the desert ground and houses more than 138,000 LED lights. Each one of these lights respond individually to the sound, movement, and rhythms around it. The event’s more than 10,000 attendees also have a chance to influence its animations. This amazing marriage of interactivity and art is a testament to how even old concept can be breath-taking when applied in all new ways.

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  Pinterest’s Top 25 Event Pins

Pinterest is a great place to look for ideas when your creativity is running out. It’s also the perfect place to find inspiration for your next event. Based on gathered data, Pinterest users love helping out with events management and planning. Among the most frequently-pinned topics is lighting. There are also details on decor and catering for those concerned with promoting events like through social media and content marketing.

Calculate Your Event ROI Across All Fronts

Return on investment is always a tricky thing to calculate no matter what industry you’re in. In events, there are lots of variables that you need to take into account. It gets more complicated when you realize that it’s not your own ROI as the event professional that matters. The clients, attendees, and exhibitors all have their own ROI that you need to place ahead of your own if you want a successful event. While all this math might look complicated, this extensive guide will help you through the process of getting a handle on your ROI.

Event Apps Have Just Gotten Easier

Event apps are becoming more and more of a necessity.  Apps are a great tool for running events smoothly and often make the attendees’ lives easier. These apps are also perfect for gathering data and analytics on your audience. While coding apps are hard, things have gotten much easier with the introduction of white-labeled event apps.

Apple Schools Us on Disruption

Last June, at the Worldwide Developers Conference, Apple announced a change that shook the events industry. In order to clear spam from the App Store, the tech giant said that all apps based on a commercialized template or the various app generation services available will be rejected. While it does affect the intended target, the proclamation also hits a lot of legit event apps that fit the same description. In the weeks that followed, Apple started throwing out white-labeled event apps. Thankfully, there are remedies, each with their pros and cons. Find out more about these in this article. As for now, white-labeling still remains viable, though its future is uncertain.

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  HubSpot’s INBOUND — Part of Something Bigger

INBOUND remains to be one of the world’s biggest inbound marketing events. However, HubSpot says it’s just one cog in an even bigger machine. The company uses the live event as a way to accelerate their sales cycle. They do this by creating an experience with many times the impact of simple ebooks, blog posts, or webinars. Instead of outright selling, HubSpot uses the event as means to educate people to close the deal more easily. By embodying the same objective in your own live events, your investment pays off much faster.

Create a Virtual Reality Marketing Strategy

Virtual reality is currently at the height of interactivity. By virtual reality, one can create stronger connections with the viewer by placing them right in the middle of the action. This works very well for brands as it can be the linchpin of VR content marketing. Place VR content strategically in places where your consumers get your content. You can use it as a means for them to peek “behind the curtain”. For example, you can put them on site at your next event giving them a unique, personal, first-hand experience.

YouTube Gives Live Streaming A Hand

The search for a truly “live” streaming experience is still on, and YouTube is taking the lead. In an attempt to cut down on the seconds-long latency that still plague live streams, the video hosting giant has made improvements to their service that torch delays into just under 2 seconds. This near-real-time experience (called “ultra-low latency”) comes at the cost of higher buffering times to viewers, but live streamers who wish to really interact with their audience could use this to a definite advantage.

    We’re curious: does Apple banning white-labeled apps affect your events business in any way? Or do you think it’s just a great nice-to-have that your events can do without?

  from Endless Events http://helloendless.com/event-experience-2017/