#point being. I wanted a new pfp and now I can’t decide…

[eemoo1o-animoo]

Manga panels (profile pics) saved from my Kuro Board on Pinterest.

[cafedanslanuit]

♡ — pairing: porco x reader

♡ — summary: Days before Porco has to go for a work trip, you decide to attend a sex party, just to try something new. A promising prompt plus the knowledge you won't be seeing each other for a long time leads you to push your boundaries to a new limit— and this time, recorded for posterity.

♡ — tags/warnings: afab reader + no pronouns, sex tape, teasing, slight verbal humiliation, cum play, snowballing, hair pulling, fingering (receiving), unprotected sex, established couple

♡ — a/n: happy bday to my only babygirl (pls dont look at my pfp you're still the one for me). this story is one of the endings of my new interactive fanfiction, "the sex party"! you can play it now for free at @birdbraininteractive :)

♡ — masterlist

“Predictable,” Zeke says, as Porco dips his hand in the “kinks” bowls, walking past the one with names on it. “Going with the partner as always.”

“Not my fault you can't find someone that stands you for more than a week,” he replies, his grip on your hand tightening.

“Relax, kid,” the other man laughs, huffing a big cloud of smoke. “Thought you were here for a good time.”

Porco rolls his eyes and fishes a piece of paper from the bowl. He puts it in his back pocket before you can even read it and, before you can ask him about it, he hastily pulls you to one of the rooms.

“Finally,” he sighs, crashing his lips into yours the moment the door closes. You giggle as you kiss him back, your arms circling his neck.

“This eager, huh?” you tease him, as his lips travel down your neck, his hands cupping your ass. “Babe, you haven’t even read the paper. Wasn’t that the point of coming here?” you remind him, as your fingernails run through his scalp. “Trying something new before your trip?”

“Ugh, don’t talk about that,” he groans, as he takes off your shirt and throws it on the floor. “Don’t know what I’ll do if I can’t touch you like this.”

“Porco, it’s two months,” you say, rolling your eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“I’m being so serious right now,” he argues, taking off his shirt. Your skin touches his and you find yourself already melting in his warmth. “Sure you can’t come with me?” he asks, his hands roaming across your body while his lips leave open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

“You know I can’t leave my job for two months,” you grunt, your hand travelling down his stomach until you’re palming him. Porco hisses under your touch and you feel him twitch inside his jean. “Now, c’mon, let’s check the paper. Maybe it’s something we haven’t done before.”

Reluctantly, Porco pulls away from you, his cheeks flushed and his lips slightly swollen. You can’t help a small smile as you look at his state, and wait patiently as he takes a piece of paper from his back pocket.

“Film yourselves. Whether you place the camera next to the bed or choose a ‘point of view’ shot, create a memory you can always revisit,” he reads aloud. “Considering no phones are permitted inside, we have left a video camera and a couple of SD cards in the first drawer of the night table.”

“Well, that’s fancy,” you comment. “Explains how much money they asked for the invitation.”

“Do you wanna do the prompt?” Porco asks, raising his eyebrows. “I’m cool with whatever. Just wanted to tick off ‘sex party’ off of our bucket list.”

“Nah, I kinda like this,” you admit, a playful smile dancing on your lips. “And you can keep the video after! You know, as a souvenir for your trip."

This seems to convince Porco, who blinks a couple of times, registering your answer before he throws the piece of paper to the floor and sweeps you off your feet. In a mess of giggles, you hold onto him until a few steps later, he unceremoniously drops you to the queen-sized bed. Your legs immediately lock around his waist, your lips meeting his in a messy kiss.

He grinds against you and you feel the hardness inside his jeans, eliciting a moan. To be honest, you’re not quite sure how you’ll make it through two weeks without him either. Porco lowers his mouth to your chest, sucking on your breasts enough to leave a small bruise, one hand holding your hip in place and the other taking turns to massage both of your breasts. He doesn’t waste time before getting rid of your bra, letting it fall to the floor as he attaches his mouth to your skin again.

Both your jeans quickly follow the rest of your clothes on the floor. Whenever you’re with Porco it’s like you’re a pair of teenagers again, desperately craving each other’s touch, needing the warmth, relishing in the feeling of your lover’s hands touching every centimetre of your skin. He pulls away, and you look up at him in confusion, cheeks warm and chest rising up and down as you try to control your breath.

As if to answer your question, he reaches for the video camera and turns it on. He looks at you through the small screen, your bare chest and swollen lips making their first appearance on film. With his free hand, he cradles your face and you can’t help but lean into his touch, searching for more. His thumb glides across the skin between your lips and chin, and the way your mouth parts makes something stir inside of him and, while he isn’t really focused on himself, he can feel himself already leaking. With your eyes fixed on him, you take his thumb as he softly pushes it inside your mouth, gently running your tongue across it before sucking on it.

“Fuck,” he sighs, amused. “Camera makes you bold, huh?”

Keeping the camera still on your face, he lowers his hand between your legs, fingers gliding across your folds, making you shiver. He captures every small reaction your face makes as he pleasures you, entrances by how damn beautiful you look when you give in to pleasure. A few moments later, he pulls away his hand, a smug smirk on his face when you whine at the loss.

“So eager, baby,” he teases, his hand running up and down your thigh. “C’mon, be good and hold this for me, okay?”

It takes a few seconds for you to understand that he means the camera he has in his hand. You comply and point it towards him, capturing a good shot of his toned stomach before slowly moving to his face.

“Ah, that’s not it,” Porco corrects you, and if you hadn’t noticed the mischievous tone in his voice, you might have mistaken it for sweetness. “Point it towards you. I want you to record yourself.”

“I wanna see you too,” you object with a small pout on your lip.

“Mmm, you are seeing me right now,” he points out, making your eyes roll. “How about this— we can switch later. Now, I really want to see that pretty face you make as soon as I’m inside you.”

You mentally kick yourself for the way your thighs clench at his words, but you do as you’re told and turn the screen so you can see yourself. Your hair is a mess, a light coat of sweat on your skin making it glow and— yes, the dim light in the room definitely made you look good. Your eyes dart from the screen to your boyfriend, whose eyes have darkened and is looking at you eagerly.

“Thought you were ‘cool with whatever’,” you tease him, a flirty smile on your lips. One of your hands traces down his hip, fingers caressing his bare thigh as his muscles clench underneath. “And now you’re all eager.”

As a response, Porco puts his hand over our left knee, slowly parting your legs for him. His fingers run up your folds and only then do you notice how wet anticipation got you. He uses two of his fingers to spread it all the way to your clit. The first shot of pleasure forces a gasp out of your lips, and Porco has to hold your leg still so you don’t close them. He draws soft circles around it, while his golden eyes stay fixed on your expression: parted lips, expanded pupils, slightly ragged breathing and, best of all, your arms holding the camera in front of you. You buck your hips against his hand, and he only moves his fingers faster, making you whine and squirm underneath him.

“I think we’re both eager, don’t you think?”

“Shit, just— Just fuck me, please,” you sigh, now holding the camera with both hands. “Porco, c’mon— don’t be a tease.” A soft chuckle escapes your lips, but the way your hips keep trying to meet his hand shows him how needy you truly are.

Any other day, he would have teased you even further, but now he doesn’t want to waste any time. He grabs his cock and it twitches in his hand, precum leaking slowly down his length. He wants you. He always does but, no matter how much time you’ve been together, he would die before telling you he always needed you just as much as you needed him— or even more.

“Look at the camera, babe.”

You do as you’re told and, only a couple of seconds later, he pushes himself inside all at once. The stretch has you gasping for air as your hands tightly hold the camera for dear life, your head slightly spinning at the sensation. You moan as he thrusts again, a string of unintelligible curses filling the room as Porco finds his rhythm.

“There it is,” he grunts, grabbing one of your thighs and pushing it against your chest. “There’s my favourite fucking face.”

Your eyes move to the screen again and you look at your pleasured expression. Your body jerks as your boyfriend pounds inside of you— whimpers and please leaving your mouth without being able to control yourself. His fingers dig into the flesh of your trembling thigh and you moan at the sole idea of it leaving small purple prints the day after.

It’s not long before your shoulders start burning, so you let your left arm rest on the mattress, still holding the camera and pointing at you. Porco notices this and pulls himself away, ignoring the whine that comes shortly after. In a quick movement, he grabs your hips and turns you over, so your chest is resting on the mattress now. He presses his body against your back and kisses your neck, his hands caressing your sides as he does so. You reposition the camera in front of you, and you realize now both of you nicely fit the frame.

After leaving a final kiss on your shoulder, Porco pulls away. Filled with anticipation, you raise your hips and hear his low chuckle as he parts your legs. This time, he takes his time as he slides into you, making you moan through every inch that he fits inside.

You press your face against the sheets, muffling your whimpers as he starts thrusting against your again, this position letting him hit just where you needed him to. His name is mixed with curses as he picks up his pace, one of your hands trying to hold the camera steady while the other grasps the sheets, the grip tightening with every hit your boyfriend makes.

“C’mon, baby,” he grunts, his voice raspy and his hips never stopping. “Let me look at you.”

Before you can ask what he means, Porco takes a fistful of your head and pulls your head upwards. You gasp loudly, arching your back. Your vision is cloudy for a couple of seconds until your eyes can finally focus: the white sheets, the camera on the mattress and the scene unfolding on the little screen. You become entranced. Porco’s big hand keeping your head up, your swollen and parted lips and your sweaty face twisted into bliss as you let him thoroughly fuck you into a trembling mess of whimpers and moans and fuck— why hadn’t you thought of recording yourselves before?

Porco comes down until his chest is flushed against your back. The hand that was holding your hair comes down to cup your jaw, keeping your head still. He presses his lips against your cheek in a rather sweet manner compared to the way his hips keep rutting against you. His eyes dart to the screen and when they meet yours, you feel yourself losing the little composure you had left.

Tenderly, he holds you as your whimpers turn desperate, each one louder than the previous one. Your orgasm hits strongly, your vision turning white for a second before you feel it coursing through your veins. He whispers sweet nothing to your ears while your body trembles as you come down your high; and it’s not until he feels your muscles giving out that he lets you lay flat on the mattress.

“Fuck… shit, that was intense,” you sigh, and you hear Porco chuckling behind you. He takes the camera and puts is next to you both, now capturing you from the side. You turn on the bed, now lying on your back and look at him with a raised eyebrow and an amused expression.

You open your mouth to speak again, maybe tease him or say a witty comment, but his lips don’t waste any moment before they meet yours again. You kiss him back, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm and relishing in the way his hand caresses your body again. The kiss keeps ongoing, not even pausing as he pushes himself inside you again.

This time, his pace is different. He takes his time as he claims your body again, being mindful of how sensitive you still feel. Still, even with all the care that pours into his movements, there’s also a hint of possessiveness in the way he touches you— in the way he takes your thigh until your legs are wrapped around his waist or the way he doesn’t ever lip your lips. You swallow every groan and moan that falls from his mouth to yours with thirst and wanting, mind still too cloudy to make anything matter more than him and this moment.

It’s the erratic movements that hint to you he’s about to lose control as well. Your fingers run across his scalp and you feel him tremble just a bit over you. You finally pull away from the kiss and cradle his cheeks, forcing him to lock his eyes with yours.

“Come inside,” you ask in a whisper.

His eyes widen a bit, but he does his best to hide it from you. “Yeah? You want that?”

“Yeah,” you hum. “Want you, baby. I need you now. Come inside, yeah? Please, let go, let— fuck—” A particularly hard trust makes your eyes go blank for a second, another orgasm building in the distance. You do your best to continue talking. “Wanna feel you. Come for me, please. Please, baby.”

Listening to your pleading voice mixed with the way you whimper with each one of his trusts is all Porco needs. He grabs one of your legs and sets it on his shoulder, before quickening his pace. He ruts against you mercilessly, filling the room with both your moans and the sound of slapping skin. You always feel wanted when you have sex with Porco, his wandering hands and sheer desperation while he searches for his own high would never let you wonder how much he truly wants you in his life.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck. A loud grunt and the subsequent known feeling of his cock twitching inside you lets you know he’s coming undone. You rake your nails across his scalp, his moans making a perfect addition to the spectacle of his orgasm. Turning your head, you look at the screen of the camera with a satisfied smile, watching the man crumble apart over you.

A few moments later, Porco raises his head, letting you have a look at his hot pink cheeks and blown-out pupils before he goes in for a kiss. You kiss him back and let him swallow your moan when he pulls his cock away from yours.

His fingers quickly find their way between your legs, catching his own cum as it drips down your entrance. You feel how he pushes it back inside, and you buck your hips against his hand, craving for more. Instead of giving in to your needs, Porco pulls his hand away. Just as you’re about to protest, you see him taking his fingers to his mouth. He locks his gaze with yours and looks bewitched at the way his digits, covered in both his cum and your release, enter past his swollen lips. He sucks them, his golden eyes set on yours as he does.

He knows what he’s doing, you think. Even after all this time, he always manages to make you want him even more.

“Slut,” you whisper with a small smile, unable to do anything but stare at him with an enamoured gaze.

Your eyes meet Porco’s for a brief moment and find the same amount of emotion in them. Not for the first time in the night, he gives in to his feelings and locks his lips with yours. You feel the saltiness of his taste on your tongue and moan softly. His tongue darts across your bottom lip and your hands find their way back to his hair, where you tug softly.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he sighs, voice hoarse as his lips graze yours. “So— yeah. That,” Porco exhales, and maybe the small chuckle that follows is the part you’ll replay over and over once you have the video. “I love you.”

“Yours,” you say, thumb grazing his cheek. You press a chaste kiss on his swollen lips once more. “Always yours.”

His hot breath mixes with yours, and you feel you’ve transcended Earth somehow. You can feel him all over your skin, completely intoxicated with his being, and wonder how did you ever manage to live without the bliss Porco forces out of your heart.

“Always mine,” you sigh contently while your thumb grazes the space between his bottom lip and his chin. “Love you too, Porco.

[jamiscrazy4krerdly]

Awesome swag new pfp = not being terrified of social media for a day yay. Everyday I suffer from the looming fear of not doing the Demigirl Catti with Ghoul Neos community justice when I am the only member of the Demigirl Catti with Ghoul Neos community </3. Can guarantee ghoul will play a humongous ginormous gargantuan part in both of my AUs that I’m working soooooo hard on!!! “I thought this was a Krerdly blog??” Sorry not sorry, get Catti namedrop jumpscared. BOO!! (Dw, the gamers still get to be the main characters or whatevsss.)

(Tysm @solasaich for the amazingest Kris ever!! I experience a little more gender envy towards them every passing day.)

Pogress (pog progress) report: shitting my pants. Favorite written down thought: “is this foreshadowing or foreshitting?” (I had a crisis about something inconsequential the day I’m writing this except I’m writing this at midnight so it was technically yesterday!!!) I will be very lucky if even one of my stuffs gets done before the end of the year. But Gamers… I am totally writing Demiromantic Kris so good it is insane; the Krerdly nation is LOSING for one of my AUs lets fucking gooo. (I’ll make dedicated posts about them EVENTUALLY!! Pinky promise. Cutting off my pinky.)

Alsooo, I learned how I like to write Ralsei so I can’t wait to put him in the spotlight for one of my fics!! Aaand then pretend he doesn’t exist for the other, sorry. My ability to sideline characters is unparalleled!! (RIP Asriel LMAO)

ALSO also I’m making a Deltarune Personality quiz on UQuiz maybe. 7 Results, 10 (?) Really Dumb Questions (so far). I color coded the assigned points for individual answers to individual questions and it made me happy. (Susie is ourple)

Ok ok ok I need to write this somewhere so now is a good time as ever: I am so MAD at myself for not putting my silly little tags in my latest ao3 fic >:( idc if it was improper or whatever the hell I should’ve been able to put #successfully-injected-20-ounces-of-silliness-into-Kris WITHOUT FEELING BAD!! I even decided NOT to mention how I think Kris (and all non-binary people for that matter) should totally one-bajillion-percent be allowed to have boobs without being ridiculed for it. The many shapes of our little flesh vessels are obviously not inherently indicative of our gender identity at all and I had the perfect opportunity to state that fact in the notes section but I DIDNT because Kris wearing a binder is part of their character and story that I’ve crafted for them and I wanted to address it properly in another future fic but it’s such a MINOR THING and won’t be this super dramatic factor that’s the center point of an entire fic like I made it out to be like WHY was I so lame and didn’t take a stance on that when I had the chanceee?? UGH!!!

Speaking of fics!! So far I’ve posted one for Christmas and Valentines, right? Well besides my draft for New Years it recently dawned on me that I still need to make one for Halloween and I’ve never written horror before (besides some stupid spontaneous one-off paragraph comment for a yaoi on wattpad IDK what 12 year old me was thinking) so YEAH idk I guess I’ll try my best, I have a couple good ideas?? If push comes to shove I can always revert to “ice cream cake full of fluff with an acidic slice of plot on the cutting knife” or some bullcrap.

Ok enough thinking, I’ve already had to do soooo much that while trying to think of a new nickname for Kris every single fic. I’ve brainstormed some real bologna, but I AM proud of the one I came up for my Deltadungeon AU! Title pending…

THIS bullet point is is dumb but… does anyone play Roblox? Yes? Ok, follow-up question: do you know what Doodle World is? It’s like the bestest pocket monster game on the site. Basically I’m forming a Deltarune theme team consisting of Kris Berdly Susie Noelle Catti and Jockington and if I record some good battles with my trashy theme team I might post them somewhere somehow idk lol but it’d be funny. I cannot WAIT for nothing to come of this.

I saw someone say they HATE Kriselle (on pintrest of all places) and since I’m a multi-shipper AND a certified hater I’m dedicating this paragraph to be a meanie to that person specifically. They are THE childhood friends to lovers!! Noelle watches in abject horror as Kris puts every shape in the square hole. Kris shows off their blades and Noelle tells them blades are for skatin’ and calls them a dingus. Noelle chases after the knight and Kris screams “GIRLFRIEND, STOP, GET BACK IN THE CARRGRHG” while she goes “youuuu come back here” and tackles the knight to the ground, knocking the helmet off and revealing Berdly underneath. Just thought I’d let you all know!!

Ok but honestly I’ve been sooo obsessed with Catti and Ralsei interactions. I have a vivid image in my head of Kris setting ghoul up on a date with an alleged “Prince of the Dark” and then Catti sees this sweet fidgety guy in bright colors and flowy clothing and ghoul’s like “figures” and it PROBABLY doesn’t work out if we’re being realistic but I’m holding out hope!! Rise up, Catsei (Ralti?) shippers!!

Ok gamers as a treat for putting up with me this far I present to you with a scenario: Kris and Berdly on a cloud-watching picnic date with a basket and flowers laying on a blanket except NEITHER of them are actually cloud-watching get epicly pranked!! Berdly’s on his 3DS playing Mii Plaza while Kris is letting bugs crawl on them and thriving. That’s so cool I almost can’t believe that it’s real. Everybody look forward to my upcoming fic based entirely around this idea titled “Kicking Back (A Green Shell)!” /j

Anyway for Halloween Krerdly is Waluaisy while Suselle is Bowigi you’re all WELCOME!!

[yamagucji]

some tips for writing blogs, especially those who are just starting out. these are some things that works for me and may or may not work for others.

how to add a read more link on mobile

type :readmore: on a free space, then hit the enter or return button

personally i think they’re very helpful because it lessens the space you take up in your dash, and might encourage more people to rb

+ you can also add this on a spot where it gives a sort of cliffhanger, essentially making people want to ‘read more’

headers, banners, and dividers

though not necessary, it’s good to have a title for your work. make sure it’s bold and doesn’t blend in with your notes (aka pairing, warnings, etc.). this also helps when someone wants to look up one of your works in your search bar

i don’t really make banners or covers for my works. but some good apps that i know of would be picsart and canva. if you’re looking for ideas, i definitely recommend going into canva

wondering how to make those really small, thin dividers? you can make them using picsart! to make a divider hit tools > free crop > brush > size (adjust it to your preference > then draw a line along the edge of your photo > save

using the divider you just saved, go back to picsart and edit it again > draw option > hit rainbow square at the bottom left corner > hit suction/droplet symbol right below the check mark > color in the white spots bc for some reason picsart glitches and makes dividers look white-ish

new blog? just opened an account?

this is gonna sound really frustrating. but... tumblr needs to check if you’re a bot or not. what does this mean? it’s likely that your first few posts won’t show up on the search bar. you may not even get to edit your header/pfp yet ://

this happened to me and there was no visibility on my account at ALL. what helped me get ‘verified’ is that i followed a LOT of accounts, liked a bunch of posts, made some posts here and there. now that lets tumblr know you’re not a bot

visibility

the tumblr tagging system usually only allows the first 5 tags in your post to show up. so, what can do you about this? only use FIVE or less tags in your post. wait about 15 minutes or more until you can add some more tags in your post, and they usually all show up like that

another important thing about using tags is not to generalize! especially if you’re using a popular tag. but also don’t specify it too much where barely anyone looks it up. for example, if you’re writing a gn piece about oikawa, i recommend you use the tags such as: oikawa x reader, haikyuu x reader, oikawa x gn!reader, haikyuu headcanons, etc

a good rule of thumb is to use character x reader tags first, then leave the full name or fandom tag last

FOR NSFW: tumblr doesn’t let any tags with nsfw show up. so, give your nsfw works another tag. maybe #namegetspicy idk, you figure it out

FOR WARNINGS: especially if you’re a dark content creator, i highly encourage you to add tw:xyz tags. if you already have a warning note at the top then that’s great. but even better for readers who prefer to actually block these tags that way they never get to see it

another important thing to note is that people have different timezones. it helps if you rb your work at a different time of the day, in case people missed it! (icymi) i’ve noticed that reblogging helps to make your post show up in the tags

interaction + feedback

first and foremost, you are not obligated to write for your followers, and neither are your followers obligated to interact with you. remember that everyone has their own individual lives, and they have their own things to do— so do you, too.

make friends! become mutuals with other writers, visit their ask box. i know it can be daunting having to initiate these things, but you might just turn out to have fun! you can’t expect people to interact with you if you’re not interacting (back). it’s... kind of a two way thing yk? no need to be afraid to interact with other writers. oh, and rb other writers works!

pspsps join tag games or do ask games. it’s fun and very interactive

it never hurts to ask for feedback. i usually do this in a more subtle way because i don’t really expect a full on analysis on my works. maybe a little, is this okay? or feedback appreciated. sometimes it takes a little bit of coaxing for the silent readers

formatting your posts and blog

i generally put in the title at the top in big, bold letters

then comes the header/divider. helps to make the post more... visually appealing ig?

it’s important to add warnings (if any) and the pairing. the audience is not all female, and it might be a little frustrating for male readers having to find out its an x fem reader piece like halfway through your fic

if you have multiple works posted, it’s really really helpful to have a navigation page!

you can organize the posts you make with tags! for example, if you’re shitposting, you can use a specific tag for that. if you have a nsfw related post (ESPECIALLY when your blog is open to the general audience) please make a tag for it

themes + colors

if you have a color in mind but don’t know which direction to go from there, i recommend looking up color + aesthetic

looking to use the same color? download a name color app that’ll give you a hex code for any color you want to use. then, you can type in that hex code for when you’re choosing a color for your tumblr bio

wondering how to make your header image small like mine? just choose a photo for your header and turn off the stretch image option

want to use a different text color that tumblr doesn’t offer? it’s not as complicated as you think. you’ll have to go on a desktop to do this and do some html (but trust me, it’s not very difficult). look up “HTML noob but trying my best - how to use colored text on desktop”

^^ i don’t have the link for the color text tutorial so you can try looking it up

how to make an aesthetic navi and masterlist

step 1: decide a theme! if you’re stuck, think about a character + color/season/mood or look up “[insert] aesthetic” to find some inspiration. or you can try looking at other blogs too

step 2: find a color scheme! it’s easier if you choose fewer colors. if you want to use the same color for both divider and text, download a color name app in order to get the hex code of that color.

step 3: add categories to your navi! most navigation pages include a link to masterlist, about/byi, and rules. your navi should have a title that indicates that it’s... a navigation page. you can add thin colored dividers with the same color to make it easier for followers to navigate

step 4: you can choose to create a ‘cover’ or a picture for your navigation and masterlist! again, i recommend you use the canva app as a starting point

extra: search up emoticon symbols to spice up your titles!

reminder for you as a writer

you’re not obligated to do any of these things. i’ve noticed that we tend to build pressure on ourselves when it comes to content and interaction. remember, this !! is !! for !! fun !! when you realize that it’s no longer fun, then know that it’s time to take a break. and there’s nothing wrong with a bit of self care.

^^ c/p from this post lol

at the end of the day, follower count and interaction doesn’t define you. again for the love of beings, you’re here on your own accord.

will be adding more if needed/asked.

[happy-lemon]

Questions!

Thanks for tagging me @nectar-cellar! I am all for being nosy, so count me in!

Why did you choose your url? When my daughter was little and we were creating an EA account for (probably) TS2, I joked that we should use something random like HappyLemon, so we did. I already have a url for my actual identity, so when I created this account I figured why not stick with what works?!

How long have you been on Tumblr? As I mentioned, I have another url that I created probably a decade or so ago. I don’t really use it anymore, but I can’t bring myself to delete it. This account has only been active for a few months, when I decided I wanted to do some TS3 storytelling to go along with my gameplay.

Do you have a queue tag?

I’ve tried, but I don’t really see the point. One way or another it’s posting content, so why not stick with the usual tags?

Why did you start your blog in the first place? I was pretty active on the TSR community forums back in the olden days, writing TS2 stories. I write like it’s my job now (because it is), but I missed having a kind of anonymous space to write dumb stories about pixel people. So here I am.

Why did you choose your icon/pfp? One of my favorite part of the game is when sim children dress in the dinosaur costume and roar around the house, so when this child left the costume on while she was doing her homework, it was one of the cutest things I’d ever seen. 

 Why did you choose your header? Because what’s even cuter than a dinosaur doing homework? A DINOSAUR GOING FISHING.

What’s your post with the most notes?

I think it’s the legendary college party with nekkid Jeffery Dean. I mean, why wouldn’t it be? He’s an icon.

How many mutuals do you have?

I honestly have no idea, but because this community is so welcoming, I’m happy to have mutuals!

How many followers do you have? 105, I think, but it’s not something I pay much attention to. I’m happy for any and all of you.

How many people do you follow? 127. I tend to follow back anyone who is active or interacts with me. 

Have you ever made a shit post? Not yet, but give it time.

Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won? 

I didn’t even know this was a thing? 

How do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?

I’m super new to the simblr community so I don’t reblog anything I don’t understand (or really anything at all). But I’ve been around the internet long enough that I’m kind of bulletproof to the “need.”

Do you like tag games? I do! I recently had to skip one because I couldn’t come up with anything interesting, but I always like to try.

Do you like ask games? I’ve never done that!

Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous? Honestly, I assume all of them are because they’re super talented.

Do you have a crush on a mutual? I have a massive reshade crush on @erasabledinosaur, a storytelling crush on @wannabecatwriter, a hilarity crush on @getboolpropped, and a “creates the most smoking hottest men” crush on @nectar-cellar. (And I’m assuming they’re all mutuals, even if they’re not, because I have no idea!)

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I’m inviting: @hiddenspriings @simsdada @teekapoa @wannabecatwriter @ctrl-ursims and @faeriefrolic

[quatregats]

got tagged by @acadiera​, moltíssimes gràcies <3333

1. why did you choose your url?

There’s nobody here and also i like cats <3

2. side blogs?

This is a sideblog, my main is @guillemelgat. I also have 2 other sideblogs but I never use them (they’re technically for Malayalam and a writeblr but there’s basically nothing there so I’m not even gonna bother saying the urls). I don’t think I could honestly handle more than this lol, but if I do get my life together someday I’d love to make an Actual Writeblr (I have been fighting off the temptation though).

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

Since late 2015 (effectively 2016) 👀 I can’t believe I’m actually Old now

4. do you have a queue tag?

lol no I don’t queue I just postdump and let you guys figure it out (I did run a queue for a bit on my main when I was making posts once a week and not being on here for the rest of it and then my tag was, somewhat ironically, “la vida sense queue which is in fact the attitude towards queues that I have since embraced)

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

Okay this is going to sound REAL weird but I made myself a private Google site for languages and would like...post blog post things??? about my language study (for a grand audience of zero people), and my friends in high school had Tumblr so I had heard about it from them but also had no concept of what it was for. I decided to check it out at some point and was like oh I could make my language blog be on here because changing platforms is fun and stimulating, and so I did that and told no people and interacted with no one because it was basically just a continuation of the old Google site which was for my brain-dumping mostly, and then a year into having it I somehow let slip to a friend that I looked at Tumblr things sometimes and she was like oh can I follow you and I was like I mean sure but I just post weird language stuff which I don’t think is how people use this site and she was like oh it’s fine I have some friends who do that and I was like :0 and went home and did some digging and realized that there was an actual language community on here lol...Anyways there’s the lore that no one asked for

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

idk, I just like having myself as a pfp because I’m very face-oriented and I feel like it’s important for people to associate my words with my existence as a person??? if that makes any sense. Also I like the trans flag in the background but I might change up the picture soon because I don’t like it being a generic picrew :/

7. why did you choose your header?

I just really really really like the woods in New England and idk I think I was feeling sentimental or something. I literally changed it less than a month ago and I already forget why lol

8. whats your post with most notes?

I think on this account it’s the post about John T Kenney’s painting of Duck 😖 I just wanted to scream about things into the void but the weird TTTE fans found it and I Regret My Choices now. I like making popular posts though, I do literally everything within my power to keep them within a limited circle because idk how to handle interacting with strangers

9. how many mutuals do you have?

somewhere around 30 but a lot of them aren’t active anymore :(

10. how many followers do you have?

212 on here

11. how many people do you follow?

189....wow I really cut that number down by a lot (I’m trying to keep it under control so I spend less time on here)

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

uhhh actually idk what counts as one but yeah I’m pretty sure I have, I make a lot of dumb posts on this webbed site

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

I plead the fifth

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

ooof idk, I try to avoid conflicts like my life depends on it because I’m a very conciliatory person in general. I’ve had discussions, I think, and weird comments on my posts, and there’s been drama on here that I’ve tried to stay out of in general. I think I’ve managed to avoid getting in fights afaik

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

I get very freaked out about reblogging like 90% of posts even without the guilt tripping, I am always overthinking things, so no, I Detest them with all my soul

16. do you like tag games?

prev tags, I really just come on here to say lots of words so the more the better

17. do you like ask games?

yep yep! see above :)

18. which of your tumblr mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

I have absolutely zero grasp on what tumblr famous is because I’m in the middle of a very specific cell of tumblr so y’all seem famous to me, but honestly I have no idea. It seems like you guys do have way more followers and get way more notes than me though, so good for you <333 (not like a jealous thing, I don’t want notes or followers outside my mutual circle at this point, but I’m happy for you guys)

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

I refuse to answer any questions about crushes on anybody, blanket house policy for all people asking. I am way too repressed for that

I’m going to tag @ahabixa, @chatwiththeclouds, @portugue, @anthropologicle, @alvallah, @arabskaya-devushka, and anyone else who wants to <333

[skelemira]

GIVE THE UL SNAS AND ROWAN LORE PLS PLS PLS I NEED THIS

OK FINALLY DONE WITH ART AND ON THE BUS HOME LET'S *DO THIS*

But before I start I should say this is not my characterization, it's actually how my bestest friend @hyacinthlanes characterizes him (she's also the one who drew my pfp btwwwwww I love you Saphhhhhhhh)

Aight so these two motherhuggers are the cutest fRICKING couple you ever will see. So I actually lowkey uh forgot how they met, I don't even think I set it in stone, I think I started writing a oneshot about it and then just straight up didn't finish it lol but I think I'm gonna go with that they meet at Muffet's.

(btw when I refer to Sans and Papyrus hereforth I mean UL Snas and Paps)

So Paps has a bit of a sweet tooth, nothing major just a bit of a craving for pastries now and then, and he knows Muffet is good about not making her pastries with an ungodly amount of sugar, so he pops by every once in a while. So one time he goes to Muffet's and he sees a new waitress. Now Muffet has *never* hired somebody to help her, so that immediately caught his attention. He noticed that she was a little bit awkward, clearly new to waitressing, and a little bit clumsy every now and then, though she seemed a bit more fearful of Muffet when she made mistakes than he thought was brought on by Muffet being a spider.... Especially because Muffet seemed to be acting extra sweet to the waitress. The waitress eventually got to him, asking for his order before stopping herself and apologizing, introducing herself as Rowan and then asking for his order again.

He brought out all the charm he could, and by the end of the conversation he had even coaxed a giggle out of her. It wasn't even much of a giggle, and she quickly stifled it, but he knew in that moment he would do anything to hear her full blown laugh. (In a completely platonic way, dw there is no jealousy. Though perhaps it might go a different way in an au 👀👀👀)

He went home and Sans noticed he was much more upbeat than normal. Usually when he went to Muffet's he was happy but he would go straight for a 5 mile jog to "burn off the sugar", but this time Paps just went into the kitchen to start prepping for dinner, humming merrily.

Eventually Sans pried it out of Paps about the new waitress and how adorable she was, and you just KNOW Sans is a sucker for adorable things so he decided to pay Muffet a visit (though he would definitely get Grillby's after to "atone").

Yeah so uh it took a couple of weeks for him to get around to going to Muffet's, not that he was dreading it, he just takes his sweet time to do something he says he's gonna do.

He steps one foot into Muffet's and curses under his breath.

Because he sees Rowan tentatively confident, making a joke with Muffet as she wiped down a table, and the ensuing giggle had a burst of magic zip through him, apparently so much that Muffet paused in her laughter, her gaze going to him and raising one eyebrow.

(I really just ended up writing a whole thing huh XDDD)

He saw a glimpse of that confident radiance peeking through the walls that seemed to be slowly crumbling and he became resolved to break them down, if just to see what was hiding behind them.

It started with him trying out various comedy routines as she took his order, anything to hear that giggle again (oh my stars she likes *puns*), and it eventually turned to flirting (her blush is *adorable* and he loves it more than anything) which eventually turned to him asking her out. She said yes <3 (obviously lol) and they started going out.

So obviously my boi Sans has some trauma, we hc him here as asexual, but I mean either way being forced to be in constant heat is gonna have some nasty consequences even if you weren't asexual, plus he feels like in other people's eyes he's been reduced to just sex, plus a lot of other stuff that I'm not going to mention bc that's Saph's territory lol (Btw forgot to mention Rowan is panro-ace like me <3 bc self indulgence XDDD)

So having a girlfriend who is also asexual and doesn't *at all* expect sex or even really want it most of the time if at all and who's basically like a best friend but also romantic is just. Exactly what he needs. Their dates are just the cutest and they both understand the other has trauma so when one has days where the "air is heavy" (basically days where it's hard to move or hard to breathe, like the air is too heavy to move through etc) the other is just there for them. ANYWAY they're too cute your honor

So eventually they move in together, think cottagecore and you've got basically Rowan and Oberon's house, they're adorable and their home is so cozy.

There are so many little moments that are just adorable I can't even think of them all but eventually they get married.

I love. Their wedding okay.

Like have you seen that post of a couple that invited their friends to a party they said was a costume party but it was actually their wedding? Yeah that's them. Except the people know it's a wedding, they just can wear whatever the heck the want, the wackier the better. Their wedding is outdoors and full of shenanigans and laughs and I don't quite remember who I had officiate, it might've been Grillby or my friend's sona, but ik Muffet was the maid of honor.

Tho since they shared so many friends it wasn't really a split situation, the wedding parties were all just kind of mixed together. Rowan was barefoot and it was by the edge of a forest so it was very nature-y (Rowan gardens like a LOT I mentioned it like offhand in the last post).

Super super cute.

Now RANDOM TIDBITS

Sans' favourite food is apple pie. Why? Because Rowan smells like apples. (Or it's her scones bc goshDANG they are good).

Rowan's favourite color is the purple of Sans' eyelights.

Sans (with Papyrus' help) builds Rowan a greenhouse with floating pink magic lights and it's the most romantic fricking place ever.

When their relationship is first starting to get serious, they plant a tree together (a Rowan tree aha). (If/when they have kids, the kids would play underneath that tree).

Sans' favourite colour is the red of Rowan's hair (it looks pink in the picture but it's kind of a pinkish red, like a pink lady apple).

Rowan and Papyrus have such a good relationship with each other man. Like when Paps finds out Rowan is drinking **EVERCLEAR** every night he is like absolutely Not you uncultured swine (affectionate) and so he starts up a Wine Night with her. Every Thursday he brings a new wine for them to try while maybe doing a puzzle or just chatting or baking or something. Together they become wine connoisseurs (bro I spelled that right the first time without autocorrect look at me go)

Ok I'm rambling at this point but uh yes <3 you're also free to ask me random questions about these two if you'd like!!!! Thank you so much for the ask Hyper beloved <333333 literally Saph is like almost the whole reason UL Sans is my husband now lol.

[nyxdelanuit]

For Kanna <3

These drabbles are for Kanna, who drew my amazing pfp <3 go check her out!

@ochakoka

Aoyama, Iida, and Ochako x reader, fluffy <3

Aoyama~

When Aoyama had come to you asking for help, you weren’t quite expecting… this.

He had led you out of the dorms after delicately threading your arm through his. For a few moments you struggled to keep up, but Aoyama was quick to adjust his pace for you. From this distance you could hear him humming a little tune. He was, like always, blinding. Almost too bright to look at, and not just his outfit. He seemed to glow from the inside out today.

He had led you across campus to a less-used training room. The floors were shiny hardwood, the mats having been pushed to the walls. A single other person stood in the room, their posture sick-straight. You looked between the newcomer and Aoyama, confusion written all over your face. Aoyama released your arm and walked up to the other person, speaking in what you guessed to be French.

After a short conversation, he gestured you to his side. “This is Madam, she will be instructing us in the art of ballroom dancing. We’re starting with the waltz today.” You put your hands up between the two of you, shocked.

“I-I’m not sure I’m the best person to help with this! Wouldn’t Yaomomo be a better option?” Aoyama wasted no time in grabbing your hands and placing one on his shoulder.

“But she is not the one I asked, is she?” He smiled and gave you once of his trademark winks. “Oui, I’ve picked the one person I would like to dance with moi.” He spoke simply, but with determination. Under that kind of pressure, you couldn’t resist.

“I can’t dance…” You countered weakly.

“All you have to do is follow moi.”

His hand fell to your hip and its warmth radiated through your shirt. You fought back a blush as Madam started a simple song. Aoyama led you through the four simple steps, translating Madam’s instruction when needed. He didn’t even flinch when you stepped on his feet one or two… dozen times.

You eventually found the rhythm of the dance and Aoyama started turning the two of you in circles. If you closed your eyes, you could almost imagine the two of you in a grand ballroom, dressed in clothes that cost more money than you’d ever had. When the music stopped, Aoyama released your waist. You watched in stunned silence as he bowed at the waist, his back leg sweeping elegantly behind him. He placed a chaste kiss on your knuckles.

“You did so well, cherie!” He beamed up at you before straightening. Once he did, he looked away with a delicate flush on his cheeks. “I will need your help for a few weeks more… and perhaps after all our practice, you would accompany me to a dance?”

Iida-

You took what one-on-one time with Iida you could get. Like usual, this time was in a private study room in the UA library. Iida was currently trying to tutor you for the upcoming exams, but you could hardly focus when he was so close.

“I see you’re having trouble concentrating today. Is there anything that I could do to assist you?” Although he usually sounded stern in group study sessions, alone with you his voice took on a soft tone. You weren’t sure you had ever heard him speak like that to anyone else. That along with the abundance of your favorite snacks and drinks surrounding you- all provided by Iida of course- made you feel hopeful that maybe the feelings you had hidden from him were reciprocated.

“Perhaps you would do well with a rewards system?” His voice pulled you from your thoughts, but your blush remained firmly in place. Iida moved his chair closer to yours, your arms brushing. He started reviewing the questions on the page in front of you, explaining each part in a way easy for you to understand even with being regularly distracted by his closeness.

Iida was not blind despite his glasses. Neither was he dumb. He had pieced together your affections after weeks of you asking for personal tutoring despite your good grades, the shades of red that would stain your face when he praised you, and how you couldn’t meet his eye at close distances. So when you answered the latest question correctly, Iida took a steadying breath.

You felt his breath tickle your face before the warmth of his lips met your cheek. You felt as if you were melting and freezing all at once. You didn’t dare move, but you couldn’t help but look over at him as he pulled back.

“Good job, let’s continue.” He cleared his throat, continuing on as if nothing had happened. It must have been your imagination… but when you answered the next question, he repeated his kiss. The lingering heat on your cheek had sparks bursting through your chest.

This continued on for the next few questions until you were stuck on a particularly difficult question. Iida walked you through it step-by-step, correcting you when you went astray. You finally wrote down the answer on your page and grinned at Iida. He smiled softly back at you.

“That was a hard one, I’m quite proud you got it.” Before you were able to turn away to hide your blush, he hooked a finger under your chin. Your breath hitched as he slowly approached. His nose brushed against yours just before your lips met his, feather-light.

You chuckled nervously as he pulled back. “Iida, isn’t PDA against the rules?” You asked softly. He simply grinned mischievously back at you.  

“We’re quite alone right now, and I do believe being in public is a requirement of PDA.” He leaned in to kiss you again and you felt him chuckle against your lips. You were definitely going to be top of the class in grades if this kept up.

Ochako~

You stifled a giggle as you stared at Ochako across the table from you. She had begged you all week to accompany her to a new cafe. While cat cafes had been popular for awhile, this cafe took it another step. You were led to a private room, and the small animals you requested were rotated in as long as you ordered from the cafe. Ochako currently had a large white and black bunny sniffing at her collar as she ran her hands through its silken fur. Her barely contained delight shone on her face, and you couldn’t help but grin back at her.

“Thank you so much for coming with me!” She cheered as the bunny started to nibble at the collar of her shirt. She quickly shooed its face from her clothes and grinned back at you. You nodded back at her, still not used to the entirety of her attention on you. The two of you pondered over the menu for a bit before Ochako’s eyes lit up. “Let me order for us! I promise it’ll be good!” You couldn’t say no to the look in her eyes, so you merely handed over your menu. She cheered softly, nearly unseating the rabbit in her lap.

The server came soon after Ochako had decided, and Ochako pointed at one of the options on the menu. She handed back both the menus and the rabbit, not wanting to deal with a rabbit munching on her clothes as the two of you tried to enjoy your sweets.

As the two of you waited, you and Ochako talked about the gossip running through the dorms, your families, and any other thing that ran through your mind. It made the time fly by before the server knocked on the door to your private room. They entered, carrying a giant sundae bowl. Multiple flavors of ice cream littered the bottom of the bowl, topped off with whipped cream, macarons, mochi, and sticks of pocky. Two delicate spoons sat in the ice cream, tipping as the ice cream started to melt. Another cafe worker followed after, two chinchillas with small harnesses and leashes sitting on their shoulders. The worker set one chinchilla on Ochako’s shoulder and the other on yours. The cashmere like fur tickled your face, and you could see Ochako giggling at the texture against her cheek.

“Come sit next to me quick, before all the ice cream melts!” You giggled alongside her as you shuffled your chair next to hers. The chinchillas ran around your shoulders, nuzzling into your hair and rubbing against Ochako’s chin as she tried to fish out a macaron. You were content munching on the chewy mochi that sat easily at the side of the bowl.

Once Ochako finished her macaron, she dipped her spoon into the ice cream and whipped cream, getting a large dollop of both. Before she could reach her mouth, the chinchilla on her shoulder nudged her arm looking for pets. You suppressed a laugh as she smeared the whipped cream halfway across her face. Luckily she joined in, sating the chinchilla’s need for affection before shoving the remaining ice cream in her mouth.

The two of you sat in sugary bliss for the next fifteen minutes, deftly dodging the chinchillas while you quickly ate away at the monstrous concoction before it became an ice cream soup. You weren’t sure if you could eat another bite, and Ochako seemed to be the same way. You could see how she still looked longingly at the remnants of the bowl.

As you watched her, you noticed a bit of ice cream she hadn’t managed to wipe off before, and almost subconsciously lifted your napkin to wipe it from her face. Her natural blush burned darker under your ministrations, and you felt the heat on your own face as well.

Before you could pull away, the chinchillas on your shoulder caught sight of its partner. It raced after its friend, and you had forgotten about the leash hanging from its harness. You found yourself quite stuck and face to face with a blushing Ochako.

“W-well, this was not the way I saw getting myself getting this close to you.” You laughed nervously. Ochako giggled at you, pressing her cheek even closer to yours. It took a few minutes and a bit of dexterity to get the two of you untangled, but with Ochako, you were able to laugh the whole way through.

And as the two of you walked back to the dorms, maybe your hands brushed a few times. And maybe you finally gave in, wrapping your pinky against hers.

[unravelling-the-world]

random thoughts related to kagepro (tw for depression?? death?? suicide ?? implied ?? im not sure and idk what else read at ur own risk)

well idk lately ive been thinking a lot and ik ive uh always (? since i can remember?) have been depressed (i mean...it started around age 12...i dont really remember much before that. most of what i remember are bad moments anyways. or very specific scenes. but they dont feel mine. if that makes sense. its like remembering the scene from a movie.  back on track i guess idk well lately ive realized i actually kin some characters and lately ive...been relating a lot to shintaro kisaragi fromkagepro. i mean its ok. there´s always been that specific similarity in us (after all, how many characters in anime are as related to coca cola as shintaro //and me,,im literally a coca cola addict lmao// well anyways. after some days, this lead me to thinking...to a hidden memory within my brain, i guess. I remember introducing my then best friends, to kagepro. one told me haha he´s like u bc the coca cola!! and i think i just laughed and smiled? i truly didn´t see it? i was sad sure, but i couldnt really relate to him. after all, i was the leader of my own little group of 12 year old weebs,right? (i was also 12 btw) i didnt personally dislike shintaro but i didnt rly see myself in him yknow? also i have loved ayano from ever since i have memory so idk like she´s one of my biggest comfort characters and its weird bc if she was ´´real´´ idk if i could date her or anything but im just glad she exists bc it somehow comforts me a lot yeah anyways ayano essay for another time lol. anyways at this age my favorite characters in kagepro were ayano and konoha ( i still love them a lot) thing is, at this point in my life i didnt know/wasnt aware i was transgender but i already kinda liked he/him pronouns so i roleplayed a lot. online. i roleplayed as konoha obviously lmao and actually one of my irl friends related to shintaro ?? and i think we may have roleplayed lmao and stuff.... she even had a facebook account named shin hikkikomori or smth like that. anyways fast forward bc after being 12 a lot of stuff happened obviously. and none of that relates to kagepro until quite some time. i will mention some items that dont really relate to kagepro but marked moments in my friend group that may be relevant later on. Around 2016)? Some of my closest friends changed schools (but we kept contact) yet i still had a big group at school. But it got fragmented along the way. 2017 i went to Japan and formed a new, different friend group with people that even today, are dear to me. When i came back, my friend group fragmented more. I kept contact with other members of the old group but one on one, not as a group anymore. 2018 we graduated, and i broke up my realtionship with one of my former best friends (2016-2018) 2019 was a year of change, and even though i was afraid and shit got weird, i was not doing too bad. i will skip that. Well. Im sure we all know 2020 was a trainwreck, shit happened. i had a villain arc. I lost my shit,definetely. Ups, downs, whatever. 2021 has not been too different. However, even through everything, in early 2020, i kept close relationships with my friend group. as the year moved forward and the restrictions started lifting ( thank you government very cool <3 //ironically obviously, this is the reason this shit wont go away//) some of my friends saw each other irl and stuff, or talked about stuff i didn´t understand/didn´t want to hear while on discord. I felt alienated. I felt empty. I got mad at a friend for the first time, for something he said. I ended up isolating myself. A friend celebrated her birthday. She invited me and never excluded me, asked me a lot of things and asked to virtually include me. But that would just make me feel more alienated, wouldn´t it? I told her it was ok, i didn´t go. Honestly, I felt like a bother. I didn´t want to bother. I wasn´t okay, but i didn´t want to bother anyone, so i isolated myself. I had a very bad breakdown. lasted weeks. When I recovered, it wasn´t the same. It felt like everyone else was closer, while i drifted away. I kind of recconected with some of my friends from Japan after this. In the vacations, i felt like i reconnected with some friends just to drift away again later. However, i never could reconnect with one of my best friends. She never really got mad at me or anything ( i think) but we don´t really talk much anymore. We used to talk daily, be it actual talking, memes, anything. I don´t think we´ve actually talked in weeks. There´s nothing I can do. This year, another friend had a birthday, but I was so disconnected from everyone I didn´t even care. I mean. It´s all broken now, isn´t it? The other day I just started wondering. When did I start relating to Shintaro so much? I had always been like this, hadn´t I? Who am I, actually? Why do I relate so much now? It´s not just about the soda. I had lost friends before, but I never really felt like that. Sometimes I feel like I´ve lost everyone. In a one year span I became a hikkikomori. About a month ago, when I entered classes, I was recognized as Shintaro pfp and I admitted to kinning him to people i´d never talked to before (on chat) // I decided to go apeshit idc anymore about what anyone thinks of me// I had fun. I think I must´ve posted on my stories, because two different people told me they were the ene to my shintaro. I appreciated it. i mean it´s kinda true bc now that i´m only on the pc they do bother me online and try to get me to open up or get better but sometimes the just annoy me lmao but also not bc they all have their own particular lives and they all seem to be doing better than me. Still, my classmates are very nice and inclusive. But it´s not like im close to any of them I guess. I´m just alone now. I´m fucked up man....I don´t feel real anymore. I don´t really know who I am. I guess that´s why I find comfort in seeing a part of myself in Shintaro? But when did i turn out like this? Why didn´t I relate when I was younger? Well, I hadn´t really lost any friends back then. I now know how painful that is. How lonely it is to be alone even when there is people around. idk. and i´ve always been quiet. introverted. shy. a loser. yet now whenever i meet anyone i try to idk connect? but i cant. i wish i could be more evil. maybe it´d just be easier if everyone really, truly hated me. maybe i´d get the strength to actually kill myself then. it´s weird. i really see myself in route xx shintaro. I know that´s fucked up because I know how it ends. but truly, i was trying. I was healing, i think i was going somewhere. and i was trying to keep my newly formed renovated friend group together. I really was trying to. I didn´t mind if we had sub groups on the big group, but we were all there for each other. I tried my best. I felt like i belonged. but now im alone again. and this time there´s nothing i can do. if something, i´ve made it worse. and i keep making it worse. it´s weird. when i first got into kagepro, both shintaro and ayano felt like adults. i thought they were really, really big. im older than them now. now i know theyre not really adults. i get it. i still feel 18. after all, these last two years have been taken away from me. i didnt waste them myself this time.  i feel like a rotten 18 year old...when i listen to lost time memory, i just...get it. i always liked the song. i thought the story was so cool. when it first came out.. i still remember. iwas there. i waited for it. i loved it. i still do, but back then, i just saw it all as some really great and cool song. now i feel like i really, really get it. i love it even more. im hiding away in all my memories. but what is my true heart? what do i really want? i don´t know, i don´t know... If I'm 'wise' then, I can't face forward; I have no reason to so, I'll rot away instead It would be nice if time could be turned back. Years may pass but I'll never die I repeat hopeful words to myself, even though I know I still won't be able to reach you. "It doesn't matter, just die already!" I said as I clutched my wrist, simply cursing it. Unable to do anything, I merely indulged myself in life. "If summer can show me dreams, then let's go to before you were taken away" The days where I hid my embarrassment are illuminating upon the atmosphere and burning my mind. If I'm wishing for a dream that can't come true, then I'll embrace this blurry past and have a dream which I don't wake up from and naturally seclude myself from the outside world. "But that means you can't even see tomorrow?" I don't really care 'bout that, so it's ok I stained my hands in order to kill these boring days I'm choosing "solitude" after all A rotten boy at 18 today too, prayed again while clinging on to your colored smile Underneath the blazing sun Asking "Somehow, please take me away instead of leaving like this!" and my murmuring breath was quietly stopped

I guess i just wish someone could actually help me. take me out of this hole. Maybe some kind of closure would be nice. It´s not the same, though. I don´t have enough bravery in myself to actually kill myself. Mostly because of guilt. I can´t take the guilt of dissapointing everyone. I don´t want my parents to get hurt. I don´t want my bunny to miss me. Yet i wish everyday for it to be over. Lately, half of my dreams have been in Japan, with many friends, some who i met there, some who have never been there. Yet my brain shows me the dreams before it was all taken away. I think one of my favorite parts of the day is dreaming. I like to sleep simply because I dream. And i sleep very few. mayb bc i hate myself? I still barely indulge in life. I do anything to stay distracted. If i think, it all goes to shit. it all does. like now. Heh. it´s funny. I guess no one is truly my ene, because no one actually knows how mentally fucked up i got these past months. No one knows how badly i´ve been treating myself and how badly i´ve been doing. Still, i can´t tell anyone but scream it into the tumblr void. No one has to keep up with my shit. No one has to take care of me. After all, it was I who chose solitude. It was me who kept them away. But I don´t get a second choice. I don´t get a change of routes if things go sour. And i guess I don´t get to get a mentally fucked up friend group where I belong for a second time. Once was good enough, wasn´t it? I.. Even when I wasnt as deep as i am now (again) into kagepro, ive always wanted to die on August 15. It holds meaning to me now as well. Every year I used to ask people to go out with me that day. I know im not brave enough to kill myself. I always hoped for a lil miracle i guess. Last year was the first year...I didn´t do anything. I just... I just hope this year i can make it. I hope the miracle happens this year....I can only hope......its too late for me to be saved, isn´t it? I never thought it´d be like this. I don´t get closure. I don´t get goodbyes. I am left behind on a world that keeps moving. I am nothing.

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Vendetta

A/n: Funny story, I started writing this before I started my Castlevania fic, I just decided to start posting the Castlevania one first. Weird, I know, considering my pfp is John Shelby. This fic takes place in season 4 of Peaky Blinders. Since this is a John x reader fic that takes place in season 4, it’s Esme that dies on Christmas day instead of John. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy this story. Please try not to cringe, thanks. 😔👉👈  In the spirit of cringey gang names, I’ve made a hella cringey one of my own, because, well, ‘why not?’

Warnings: Cursing, I think? It’s not that crazy in my perspective, but I still wanna warn y’all just in case.

Word count: 2240

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

Chapter 1

December 31st, 1925.

Bronx, New York.

23:30 

That night was a night full of celebration as it was New Year’s Eve. All the children ran about, playing together to pass the time at their parent’s boring New Year’s party. While the adults in the vicinity were anxious to find out how much their pay was going to increase and anxious to hear about the plans for the coming year; and with good reason, too. They were never this rich or comfortable before and they only stood to grow richer. The Nieves family name spread like wildfire throughout the city, and with that, they sold more and more booze, drugs and guns each day. Their business rivalled the Changrettas. The Rowdy Cowboys, controlled by the Nieves family, were just as feared as the Changrettas in New York.

Contrary to what may have been assumed based off their name, they didn't dress like cowboys. At least, not in New York. They reserved that for the rodeos they ran and attended down south a few times a year. They typically dressed like everyone else did at that time. Wore suits, caps, etc. However, their affiliation is typically given away by their belts. Their belts had metal spikes all around, and they were known for taking their belts off during fights and beating their opponents to death with them. Sometimes, they’d even choke them with the belts.

Their leader, very uncommon for the time, was a woman. Y/n Nieves was her name. She was known for being very stoic and hardly one to party. But that wasn't the case at this point in time. She let herself get hammered, let herself have fun, because the news she was about to tell them made her the happiest she'd ever been in years. She danced away with all the men and women, her brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, enjoying this night like it'd be the last she'd have at home for a while. And it was true, this was going to be her last night in New York for, at a minimum, a few weeks. There were just too many opportunities for her plans of expansion for her to ignore, she knew she needed to pursue them. More important than spreading her work ethic around, she had a personal vendetta. After five torturous years of building all of this and making a name for herself, she'd be officially free once this, as her enemies liked to say, “vendetta” was carried out. 

As she and everyone else danced to the different genres of music played that night: cumbia, swing, jazz, etc. she couldn’t help but think about how she’d gotten there. Why she suddenly became motivated into creating something this big and how she’d give them the announcement that they were about to make this baby of hers bigger. If she weren’t as good at hiding her emotions, even when drunk, she might have let a tear slip by. But she was different. She wasn’t the way she used to be, wasn’t as expressive. She smiled at her little sister, twenty year old Ramona, who was currently dancing with her. Ramona had black, naturally curly hair that reached her neck; much like her older sister, y/n did, except y/n kept it long, wearing her hair at hip length. In a lot of ways, her and her older sister were alike when it came to the physical points. They were both very curvy. Y/n’s face was sharp in the shape of an oval. Ramona’s was soft and square. Their eyes were upturned and amber in colour. They were both short, though, barely peeking at 5'2. They both had light brown complexions and thick eyebrows. And they were both considered the most beautiful women in New York.

Y/n wasn’t much of a fan of “conforming” to fashion trends. She liked to keep her style her own. Whatever looked good on her was what would be worn; however, today, she and her sister were matching outfit-wise. That was something they used to do a lot when they were much younger. 

Ramona wore a long red dress that showed off her curvature nicely and her face was coloured with the least makeup she could wear. She found it unnecessary to wear a ton of makeup when she knew she was already beautiful, much like all the women in her family. The most she tended to allow herself to wear was a bright red lipstick to accentuate their naturally big lips. To protect her body from the freezing cold they were experiencing that night, she wore a fur coat. 

Ramona seemed to understand what this smile meant almost immediately, “what’s your announcement about, mana?” She asked with concern. Y/n wasn’t the type to keep secrets from her. A piece of her felt frustrated, another felt worried. Apart from being sisters, they were life-long best friends, and, in her opinion, it was a shame she didn’t know what the twenty five year old woman would say or do.

Y/n’s smile remained on her face as she spoke, “you’ll find out when I make it, manita.” She giggled before running over and grabbing a chair, dragging it to the center of the space they occupied and standing on top of it. A few people noticed her sudden elevation of height and watched her carefully, eager to see what she was gonna do. She silently ordered the musicians to stop playing with a single hand gesture. Everyone’s attention was now on her, the woman who cut off the music, their boss and/or familiar.

“Damas y caballeros, family and friends: I’d like to thank you all for coming to my little New Year’s party!” She began. Although this was no small shindig, this party alone had a little more than twenty people present, all involved in the shadier business she handled as well as the more refined business. Of course, these weren’t all the people she had some form of authority over, this was a small percentage of workers she’d invited, not including her family. “I want to thank you all for your hard work over the years, you all were here with me from the start. You all know the hardships we’ve faced in making this lil’ organisation we’ve got goin’ on here. For all the hard work you’ve done this past year, I want to start this new year off by giving you all a late 50 clam Christmas bonus as well as another fifty-clam New Year’s bonus!” She paused as everyone interrupted her little speech by clapping and cheering. She didn’t mind, though, she was pleased that everyone was happy so far. 

She dropped her acquired New Yorker accent and switched to her deep-rooted Texan accent. “But, in spite of all the hard labor we’ve done so far in this city right here, we have more comin’ to us. Ya see, there’s a big opportunity, big big opportunity, that needs some grabbin’ for. I’m fixin’ to leave for England. Birmingham, specifically. As you all well know, the Italians got themselves quite a thang cookin’ up, bless their hearts. They’re after the Peaky Blinders; tryin’ to kill all them fuckers.” She shook her head in disapproval. “Now, we all severely dislike them Italians, have disliked them for quite a while.” She paused yet again once she heard the several ‘yeah, fuck them’s and the boo’s and continued shortly after. “They’ve made life quite difficult for a little lady like me and hard working people like you; and I see this as an advantage-- a good ol’ way of gettin’ in there and returnin’ the favor thanks to the offer I got from Mr. Thomas Shelby himself.”

“About time!” They cheered.

“But, I’m not gonna be here for a bit, so I’m gonna need you all to continue to work hard regardless. I’m gonna be goin’ with some of my cousins 'cause I know they aren’t afraid of fightin’. Since I may need a little firepower should anythin’ go wrong.” She then switched back to speaking like a New Yorker. “And I obviously can’t just leave this establishment without someone to look over it. That’s why my brother, Victor, is gonna be runnin’ the place while I’m gone. I don’t want anythin’ goin’ wrong up ‘ere while I’m gone.” She told them. “I’mma say it a bit louder for those in the back.” She cleared her throat and raised her voice, “I do not want anythin’ goin’ wrong up here while I’m gone! Am I clear? Y’all are in charge of helping keep the order ‘round ‘ere, too!” 

“Yes!” They all answered enthusiastically.

 “Good! We’re gonna rip them Italians out, root and stem, if it is the last damn thing I do. Now, let’s get this party started back up again.” Y/n had barely gotten down from the object she’d used to elevate her when a very furious Ramona stomped over to her.

“So you’re gonna ignore me for two days straight, then dance with me, refuse to tell me what your fuckass has been planning for said amount of time only to reveal it to a room of strangers--” “They’re not strangers--”

“Well, they ain’t me, either. I should’ve been the first person you told.” “Sorry, Mo.” “You should be.”

“I didn’t know how to tell you.” “You’re the smartest person I know, I’m sure you could’ve figured it out if you really wanted to.” Ramona sighed. “When are we leaving?” “I’m leaving at eight tomorrow morning. You’re staying here.” “And why do I have to stay? I’m a twenty year old woman, I’m sure I can handle going with you.” 

“You’re a twenty year old girl that needs to stay home."

"You're not so old yourself."

"No, I'm not, but I've experienced things that you, hopefully, never will,  so I know more than you do. And I'm telling you, as your older sister that knows better, that you need to stay. If you’re so bored, you can start spending some time with Saraí and help keep her out of trouble. All you ever do is crawl up my ass and crawl back out to fuck anyone you find immediately after.”

“Did you just call me a terrible sister and a restless whore in the same breath?"

Y/n shrugged, "those are your words, not mine." 

"Honestly, Y/n, fuck you," she spat.

"It's not that serious, Mo." 

"You may be my older sister, but you do not get to boss me around. I'll go wherever the fuck I want, fuck whomever the fuck I want, and do whatever the fuck I want. I don't need your permission." 

"You're right. You don't need my permission, just like you don't need me to pay you to sit on your ass and fuck around and cry and complain all day without even glancing in Saraí’s direction." 

“So now I’m useless?” “Again, your words, not mine,” y/n took a sip of wine from her glass.

Ramona scoffed, “honestly, fuck you.” She stormed off and made sure to shove y/n roughly as she moved past her. Y/n didn’t care enough to react negatively, swaying and moving her hips to the rhythm of the music that played in the vicinity. Her body stopped moving once she made eye contact with her older brother, Victor. She sighed, mentally preparing to get chewed out for the second time in the span of five minutes, watching him make a beeline toward her. 

"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?" 

Y/n gulped down some more of her wine before acknowledging him, "here we go again." She groaned, "what's your problem? I left you in charge. Should anything happen, the business is yours." 

"Oh yes, I'm left with my little sister's business for who knows how long with no guarantee I'll ever see her again."

"There's nothing to worry about--"

"That's why you're signing everything over to me--?"

"I'm doing it because I've been thinking about it for a long time, not because I think anything is going to happen to me while I'm gone." 

"And how do you know nothing will happen? You're going to a foreign country alone."

"I won't be alone. I'm going--"

"--with our cousins, yes. I heard your little speech. Shit can still happen while you're there. Let me come with you."

"Even if I let you come with me, things can still go wrong."

"Yes, but I'd be able to rest easier if I were there with you." 

Y/n took another swig of her wine, "fine." She muttered, her lips were still attached to the top of the glass.

"I can go?"

"Yes."

"¿En serio?"

"Yes, but I'm only making the exception for you. So don't give anyone the idea that they came tag along as well. The less of us go, the better. We need to maintain a strong front both here and in Birmingham. I'm very confident everything will go according to plan, however, you can't get too comfortable. You know this, brother." Victor only nodded.

"Come on, let's dance. Did you think I wouldn't notice your rude ass hasn't offered to dance with me yet?" Y/n called him out, offering her brother a hand, which he gladly took. There was no way they could attend a party together and not dance with each other. No matter how angry they were with each other, it was just something that had to be done if they wanted everything to be okay. Dancing could fix any problem in their eyes.

*Mana/manita: sis/little sis.

*Clam: 20's slang for the word "dollar". 50 clams = 50 dollars.

*En serio: seriously.

*Damas y caballeros: ladies and gentlemen.

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In Your Area

who?: Yuehua’s / Idol Producer’s Zhu Zhengting genre: 🌸 type: bullet point - I’m sorry I promise scenarios soon

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neighbours! AU 

• you aren���t quite sure what to make of your new neighbour but hey, he’s nice and pretty cute

Zhengting is so boyfriend material no one understands how I feel :”) I thought Justin was immortalised as my YH baby but Zhengting popped off ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ Thanks for requesting fluff anon!! I really needed it

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a/n: sorry this took like two decades and can y’all vote if you want us to start writing for IP in 2018. drop us a message/ask!!! 

disclaimer: pictures used do not belong to be and credit goes to their original owners.

everything written is purely fictional 

ZT’s diary: (/^▽^)/ moving day

what. the. hell. is. happening.

the dream that played out like a perfect movie scene in your head was VERY rudely interrupted and ruined by the ‘clings’ and ‘clongs’ scarring your ears

wrapping your stuffed pillow around your ears weren’t providing much help either 

‘you’ve got to be joking...’

you groaned, realising there was, in fact, a new neighbour moving into that empty apartment next door

eyes closed, paradise fought to overpower your current reality

it was drifting in the distance, just out of reach, beckoning you to immerse yourself in the paradigm once again

but a loud crash resounded through the atmosphere and shattered whatever serenity there was

muttering complaints under your breath, you peeled your eyes open and slowly clambered out of bed 

sickening...who moves in at this unholy hour 

it was 9am 

I found out that sleeping until 9am isn’t a hard task I thought it to be  

do these people have a conscience? are they not aware that weekends are time for people to sleep in? 

while complaints and rants ran through your mind, your cousin and flatmate, Wenjun, threw the door open and barged into the room 

‘WAKE UP!’ 

his face displayed an enthusiastic puppy-like smile. ‘WE HAVE NEW NEIGHBOURS!’ 

great 

‘wonderful, I can tell. Now, go give them some gifts and greet them,’ you tell Wenjun before flipping over and pulling your blanket over your head 

‘NO! You come with me! Aren’t you supposed to be the older cousin?’ he complains. ‘It’s rude if I go alone.’ 

saying hi isn’t exactly the first thing I want to do 

you sigh. ‘Okay, okay but later. We should give them some time to settle in. Besides, we need time to get a proper gift.’ 

I just really need a couple more hours of sleep why can’t you get any hints Wenjun :((((

huh maybe this is why you’re still single even though all of the college kids are in love with you 

I follow the confessions page on ig, you don’t even know 

oblivious, really 

‘just go get something appropriate from the mall nearby.’ you shove Wenjun, eyes still shut and head still resting on your pillow 

‘we have to choose it together so it’s more meaningful,’ he says. ‘sleep can wait.’ 

this child knows nothing about junior year in college 

lucky sophomore 

sunlight begins to gently flitter in from the curtains, you almost enjoy the warm sensation as it lulls you back to sleep 

that is before Wenjun decides to be a little pest and yanks the material apart, bathing your room in ample sunlight 

it tickles your face and burns into your eyes, effectively driving you out of bed 

‘OKAY! Just let me get ready first,’ you huff grumpily. ‘Wait till your mother hears about this.’ 

Wenjun just sticks his tongue out and prances off 

brat 

hastily and half asleep, you pull on a random college camp shirt and walk out in your sleeping shorts 

‘get me my sunglasses like qinfen’s and car keys,’ you order Wenjun since it is HIS fault for making me arise so early 

I can’t let Mrs Lau on the 8th floor see me like this...geez that nosy auntie 

she’ll tell this whole block for sure 

I know she secretly tracks our movement to arrive at the lift and the exact time when the gossip is fresh 

she really has too much time on her hands being the newest third wife of her current sugar daddy of a husband 

I hope our new neighbours aren’t like her...I also pray they know what they’re getting themselves into by moving into this condominium 

if we get just ONE more snobby, rich, gossip digger neighbour, I’ll gladly pay for that 11.2 million mansion Wenjun was looking at 

there’s no denying the estate you and your cousin resided in was a rich one, flourishing with the younger generation of old-money families

it didn’t help that prestigious universities were planted nearby 

okay fine, you and Wenjun lived big because of your family 

but y’all weren’t stuck up, gossipy or as gold-digging, as the majority of the neighbours you had encountered 

the new ones next door better not be any of the above 

click click click 

Wenjen pops his head over your shoulder to stare at your phone. ‘Why are you searching up that mansion? Are we moving house?’ 

your eyes swivel to check if anyone was lurking in the corridor before whispering in a hushed tone, ‘No but we will be if our new neighbours are anything like the existing ones.’ 

Wenjun sighs and shakes his head dramatically but his lips quirk up playfully 

‘I’m sure they aren’t that terrible. C’mon, let me get my new Gucci sneakers.’ 

remind me why my kid cousin wants to wear his 2K shoes to the mall smh 

no one is going to see them 

besides, isn’t Gucci a little overexposed nowadays? 

yes, I went to the local Gucci store to check it was like 1.9K? but round it up

pushing the gate open, you manoeuvre your way around the piles of cardboard boxes 

simple cardboard boxes 

nothing at all like the usual sleek black boxes embellished with the family name in silver calligraphy font 

all of which ended up in the trash bin afterwards 

dumb 

flip flop flip flop 

‘...could you at least get a new pair of...marketing slippers?’ Wenjun pointed out, blinking in horror at your worn out slippers, the left side’s sole was loose and threatening to fall  

‘oh stuff it rich kid. These were from Rubi and there was a sale!’ 

that led to a family bicker over slippers right outside your front door 

the two of you were so engrossed that you didn’t hear the pairs of footsteps drawing closer 

‘um hi?’ 

you froze 

Wenjun had a faster reaction time. He beamed brightly and cleared his throat. ‘Hi! Welcome to the neighbourhood! Have you guys eaten yet?’ 

吃饭了吗？

your eyes scanned over the two boys who would now occupy the last flat at the end of the corridor 

they both had dyed hair just in differing colours, one blonde and the other jet black 

both were tall 

one seemed older and more athletic than the other 

‘I’m Bi Wenjun and this,’ Wenjun paused to shove you the in ribs. ‘Is my cousin, Y/N.’ 

the boy with the blonde hair spoke first, smiling to reveal pearly whites. ‘I’m Zhu Zhengting and he’s my brother, Justin.’ 

not related but YH are so close they’re all fam 

OH SHIT 

AM I SERIOUSLY GREETING TWO HOT NEIGHBOURS IN MY PYJAMAS AND FLIP FLOPS 

WITH MY HAIR LOOKING LIKE A FRICKIN BIRD’S NEST 

at least there are Coach sunglasses perched on my head,,,not so bad not so bad 

Wenjun had already started making small talk. Just smile and wave! 

THIS IS SO HUMILIATING 

I’M NEVER WEARING THIS SHIRT AGAIN 

i need new shorts and slippers pronto!

• UGH 

‘oh! China School of Fine Arts! I go to the same college,’ Zhengting suddenly spoke up. 

at which Justin rolled his eyes at. ‘Pfp, not for a term. Don’t worry if you don’t recognise him, he never actually attends classes.’ 

Zhengting blushed and elbowed Justin away 

hm cute 

NO 

‘oh cool,’ your tone was clipped and you feigned disinterest, trying to get your burning face to cool off. ‘I suppose I’ll see you around.’ 

m o v e  you tried to send a telepathic message to Wenjun 

I CAN’T STAND ANOTHER SECOND BEING IN ZHENGTING’S PRESENCE WHEN I LOOK LIKE SHIT 

times Wenjun has been oblivious today: 2 

the wait seemed excruciating and when Wenjun finally bid them goodbye, you took of in the direction of the lift with a carelessly wave 

it was good that your neighbours were people around your age 

just so happened that Zhengting was incredibly good looking and currently the only dateable candidate available 

IF YOU CHANGED YOUR OUTFIT, THINGS WOULD HAVE TURNED OUT SO MUCH BETTER

all drive long, Wenjun kept teasing you about your appearance or gushing about how well he and Justin got along 

he insisted on gifting them the most expensive hamper from Tangs 

you didn’t see a need for two young adults to have bone strengthening essences meant for elderly 

but they were complementary in the particular hamper so...

supermarket was particularly quiet that morning 

and it seemed to be offering an alarming amount of samples and candy promotions 

candy was more suitable for a high schooler and college student but you weren’t up to argue with Wenjun

he seemed too whipped for Zhengting and Justin 

‘I need ice cream to get over this,’ you moaned. ‘There’s no way I can ever look our neighbours in the eye again!’ 

call me overdramatic but you would have done the same 

I haven’t even had breakfast yet 

stupid Wenjun 

I think it’s low blood sugar that’s causing me to be like this 

‘sweetie, it’s 10.30am in the morning and you are on a strict diet. Remember that detox tea you ordered a week ago?’ Wenjun reminded, shovelling free samples of chocolate chip cookies into his mouth 

why does my kid cousin always have a point...but my day was absolutely terrible! 

‘whatever, f*ck it. I’ll just pass those to Cheng Cheng.’ It was your turn to sample those cookies 

don’t you just love supermarkets? 

you didn’t think the back seat of your car would be stocked with boxes of biscuits 

morning supermarket runs are interesting in the Bi household 

luckily, there were no snooping neighbours in the lift lobby to witness the Bi cousins haul about a dozen plastic bags filled with questionable groceries 

such as croutons without a leaf of a lettuce 

lift buttons were nearly hidden from view by white plastic 

bring your own bags to shop! 

there were no longer any boxes lining the corridors when you guys arrived home 

thank god

imagine going all American Ninja Warrior with arms full of grocery bags 

there was a lot of packing going on in the kitchen 

and ripping open almost all of the cookie boxes by the time y’all were done 

Wenjun went over to lend a helping hand while you hibernated in your room, reflecting over your outfit choice and eat more 

it was just sheet embarrassment that plagued your mind and influenced your actions 

might as well be all comfortable and sappy around them because they’ve seen me in my pyjamas 

AND ZHENGTING IS PROBABLY MY BATCHMATE 

i hope he doesn’t follow the school’s confession page 

those thoughts made you crunch down on the biscuit with unnecessary strength 

ding dong 

the melodious - rather generic - chime of your doorbell broke your train of miserable thoughts 

‘hamper delivery!’ 

as you were still clad in your wonderful get up, you opened the door wide enough for only your head to be seen 

‘send it next door,’ you hissed quietly. ‘Say it’s from your new neighbours with love. Thanks!’ 

oh my god 

WITH LOVE? 

HEY ZHENGTING AND JUSTIN I LOVE YOU 

WENJUN IS GOING TO LAUGH HIS HEAD OFF LIKE A DAMN HYENA 

you slammed the door faster than the delivery man’s reply and raced to your bedroom 

‘i’m ruined.’ 

*cue dramatic Disney princess sob fest on bed* 

a few heart-pounding minutes passed, you strained your ears for any sign of reaction 

unfortunately, people paid for soundproofed walls around here 

yet, there seemed to be a sound coming from outside 

out of curiosity, you peeled away your balcony door to take a look 

lo and behold 

Zhengting was standing on the balcony, tossing small pebbles onto yours 

visual reference: Songyi and Minjoon’s apartment balconies from Kdrama ‘My Love From The Star’ 

is...he really wasting the decorative pebbles...

SHIT I’M STILL IN THE SAME OUTFIT NO NO NO 

battling a blush of complete mortification, you gestured for him to say something 

‘Thanks for the hamper!’ Zhengting yelled with a bright smile. ‘We appreciate it!’ 

on impulse, your lips stretched into a grin. ‘No problem! Welcome to the neighbourhood!’ 

he looked at the small trench of bamboo and pebbles separating the two balconies and then back at you 

please please please stop judging my outfit 

‘hopefully, we’ll see each other a lot.’ 

HUH? 

he shot one last smile, maybe a soft chuckle before stepping back into his room 

his words confused you

maybe he meant to spite your outfit choice 

or maybe he genuinely felt like seeing you more often 

that’s because he’s new and probably needs someone to show him around the estate and would rather have a friendly next-door neighbour do it than the security guard 

get your head out of your ass he doesn’t mean it like that 

hmm...

ZT’s diary: one 1/2 months of living with Justin╰( ･ ᗜ ･ )╯

over the course of a month, you learnt that Zhengting and Justin were very inconsiderate neighbours 

there was always some loud music playing from their flat at every time of the day 

fortunately for them, you and Wenjun were the only neighbours on the right side of the 12th floor and you didn’t really care much to complain

the resident care committee was rather useless anyway

regardless, their music still annoyed and distracted you to an extent

according to Wenjun their apartment was larger and thus, they had extra rooms to build a dance studio in

that was how you found out Zheng Ting was a dance major in CSFA

he just had to be under Professor Zhou or Professor Cheng

Cheng xiao’s real name is so cute omg

at least he was in a different major

you wondered if he knew Professor Wang

Professor Wang knew everybody and Zhengting looked like a popular kind of guy

+ the guy who actually liked his major

while it was touching to see how hard he worked, you wished ‘I am the sheep’ wasn’t stuck in your head while you were studying for a quiz

the clock read 2am, that was the time you finally snapped

popping panadol pills wasn’t going to take a headache away

the soundproofing here sucks! it only works whenever it wants to

shockingly, Wenjun was tucked away in his dreamland, wrapped up in a cocoon of his blankets and oblivious to the world that surrounded him

you grabbed your phone and stormed to your neighbour’s apartment, pounding furiously on the front door

it took a while but the music stopped playing and a few clicks of locks could be heard

‘hi,’Zheng Ting panted out, wiping the sweat that was beading on his forehead. ‘It’s about the noise level isn’t it?’

suddenly, the want to yell at him was gone

he! was! just! too! knowing!

it made you feel a bit ashamed

not to mention that his white shirt was slowly becoming see-through

you clasped your hands together, grinning.

‘No! Not at all! I-I j-just wanted to find out the song you’re dancing to.’

lie lie lie? 

Zhengting seemed to ponder about that for a moment before beckoning you to enter his apartment

not shady at all

let’s go

be sure to take off your flip flops before entering houses

each room was slightly larger than the ones in your home

surprisingly, the house was kept neat and tidy, minus the odd one or two boxes that had yet to be unpacked

‘where’s Justin?’

the lack of the younger boy’s presence in the flat noticeable

Zhengting revealed that Justin was away for a week visiting his family

no wonder Wenjun seemed a bit sulkier

Zhengting pushed open the door to his cosy little dance studio

honestly, it was spacious enough to have a group of dancers practice

very well lit by the fluorescent spotlights and outfitted with a panel of mirrors

there was even a ballet bar on the other side

and Zhengting had hidden this treasure how?

his personal studio was comparable to the ones at school

suddenly, you came face to face with an iPad, an iTunes tab open

‘these are all the songs I’ve been choreographing to recently, and uh...loudly as well,’ Zhengting said, handing you the device

all of his fancy music equipment was organised in a small shelf

cut

he’s so damn invested into his dancing career

‘why are you working so hard for?’ you wondered out loud

even during finals, Professor Wang never gave your class so many assignments to work on

this is so inaccurate ^ btw, don’t take my word for anything

Zhengting nibbled on his bottom lip and nervously readjusted his headband. Pink flushed his cheeks as he took a step closer to you

with his lips so close to your face, you could feel the ba-bumps of your heart quickening

if I tell you, will you promise not to reveal it to anyone else?’

so secretive

you nodded, eager to find out what Zhengting was hiding

‘all these are for the school’s dance showcase. this year is more exclusive and getting a seat in the audience is invite-only,’ he disclosed. ‘Scouts from all the prestigious academies are coming to take a look.’

a small gasp of astonishment left your mouth, hands flying into a congratulatory clap

*iPad falls from your grip and your reflexes aren’t quick enough*

forget the iPad

rip screen  

ZT has a million more in some boxes anyway

showcases were a MAJOR event for CSFA students, this had to be out of the world spectacular!

discovery: praise only caused your neighbour to turn redder than a tomato

‘will I receive an invitation any time soon?’ you teased, gently nudging his side with your elbow 

please say I didn’t smash his iPad screen

hey, I placed it on the floor G E N T L Y

a mischievous glint twinkled in Zhengting’s brown orbs

you guys KNOW that look

he let out a huff and pretended to be in deep thought, weighing out the pros and cons

arms akimbo, you willed for him to stop teasing and provide an answer

he genuinely has no idea if Professor Zhou will grant him so many passes, stop being so pushy😫😔

Zhengting clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth triumphantly, finally able to decide on his answer

‘okay, IF you help me fine tune my choreography a bit more, I’ll beg Professor Cheng to save you a seat,’he offered

SCORE!

‘sure, of course! I am a composer and rap study though,’ you quipped in reply, hoping he would still go through with the proposal

ZT shrugged nonchalantly, ‘the more diverse an opinion the better. And please, you’re all Prof Jin and Prof Jackson brag about to our classes.’

now was your turn to blush and deny his claims

who cared if his iPad was broken

at least his heart wasn’t

ZT’s diary: month two of living with Justin＼(・ω・)/

commotion 

yet again 

and it was early in the morning 

history does repeat itself 

thank goodness it wasn’t the sacred hour of 9am but 11am 

still early on in the new day 

however, havoc seemed to be wrecking your neighbours flat 

• one moment, the sharp charring of a vacuum cleaner could be heard and the next, shattering items or dropping of boxes boomed through the flat 

basically, just huge chaos 

not wanting to seem too nosy, you kept yourself from going over 

however, the level of pandemonium was getting so out of hand that Wenjun put down his gaming control and asked if he should check it out 

what could be so wrong on a Saturday morning? 

you opened your mouth to answer but was abruptly cut off by two urgent knocks on the front door 

the door creaked open to reveal a panicky, oddly-dressed Zhengting holding onto handles of pet crates 

‘hi,’ you quickly greeted, unable to stand the awkward silence. ‘Is everything alright?’ 

‘just peachy,’ he replied, tongue slipping over his chapped lips

ZZT WITH CHAPPED LIPS ???

WHAT WAS UP WITH HIS CLOTHING CHOICE TODAY?

my most fashionable neighbour is clad in a shirt that cost more than my life from some new streetwear brand and lounge pants - probably from the market - with yellow butterflies on them

what a fit, a fashion statement

such fittingly random sense of style today

something obviously wasn’t right

yes, I’m referring to his pyjamas featured on idol xinfan

YH sprouts rlly wear questionable clothes to sleep no offence

...at least they don’t sleep nude right?

like that’s living life on the edge imagine getting your period while sleeping that’ll be awful

anyway

turning your gaze on the pet carriers, you spot a pretty white kitten and a caramel coloured puppy

in separate carriers

‘I’ll explain later but um our parents are coming for a surprise visit and they don’t know about my babies yet so could you please look after them for an hour or so?’Zhengting begs, desperation creeping into his voice

an ear-splitting crash echoes from their apartment before Justin yells, ‘ge! I can’t get the cat fur off our clothes!’

this is an emergency!!!

you take the pets from his hands gleefully and throw out your lint roller in exchange

‘try this!’

in no way am I advertising lint rollers I don’t even think I have one

Zhengting shoots you the brightest smile you’ve ever seen and hurriedly dashes over to Justin

Wenjun joins in a few moments later, leaving you alone to bond with your neighbours’ pets

a puppy and a kitten? sign me the f*ck up

sorry, couldn’t find if he was more a dog or cat person so you get the best of both worlds

the snow white kitten cautiously pads onto your ottoman while the more adventurous puppy bounces happily onto your bed

I think your heart just melted into a puddle of goo

just imagine Zhengting playing with these two cuties

ba bump, ba bump, babump, babumpbabump

since you’re worried the young animals might pee on your bed, you take them out to the balcony to play

an animal approved balcony

they mess with a collection of small potted

after which, grow tired and begin snuggling up to you for comfort

without caring you’re attempting conversation with pets - that are not even yours, you pose shy of a billion questions

like ‘is ZT treating you well?’, ‘does he look better with his hair up or down?’,‘isn’t he so cute?’

‘Zhengting’s so attractive,’ you muse wistfully not realising the man standing on the neighbouring balcony

ZT chuckles, feeling red tint his cheeks

he only emerged from his room to inhale a breath of fresh air before the intense grilling by his parents could pepper him

yet he felt his heart grow warmer than ever, prior to your heartfelt confession

*intermission*

the front door clicked shut behind Justin and the brothers flopped onto the living room carpet, finally able to breathe normally

we pulled it off, we did it,’ Justin gasped in disbelief, wondering if all the cleaning he had done was a lucid dream

but the realness of Zhengting’s high-five and sparkling counters proved him wrong

ah ha! whatever ge’s parents said to him also proved it happened!

‘soooo,’ he drawled out teasingly. ‘pa and ma think you’re attracted to our neighbour.’

Justin’s hand reached to pinch Zhengting’s steadily crimsoning cheeks

He only snickered when his ge swatted his fingers away as if they were pesky flies

puppy love

speaking of puppies, Justin insisted that Zhengting collect their babies back

knocking at your door, Zhengting had no idea why he felt more anxious than usual

his throbbing heart seemed to want to jump out of his chest

at least he was momentarily distracted by your endless gushing of love for his pets

compliment after compliment, love confession after love confession

shhh...he kind of wished you were referring to him

‘they’re such great listeners too!’

oh!

they admitted that I’m handsome!

Zhengting raised a smug eyebrow, mouth curling upwards. ‘So, you think I’m attractive huh?’

ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION I REPEAT ABORT MISSION

*sweats nervously*

thankfully, he doesn’t prompt for a reply as he takes the pet carriers from your grasp

with a wink, Zhengting walks off

leaving you in a frantic yet charmed mess

you: ZZT, you did NOT hear that

the text is fast, your fingers flurry over the keyboard  

his answer isn’t delayed either

zhengting: hear what? your Romeo&Julietesque confession of your love for me?

you: pft just bc we both have balconies doesn’t mean we’re Romeo and Juliet

you: it didn’t happen

you: I take my words back

zhengting: mhm and you definitely did not talk to my pets as if they were humans

you: SHUSH

zhengting: no :)

zhengting: come to the balcony

zhengting: please

zhengting: where are you

zhengting: :(

zhengting: come out or I’m calling Wenjun and exposing you

you rolled off your bed and onto your balcony faster than Usain Bolt

Zhengting had already propped his arms on the dividing decoration, awaiting your arrival

‘hey, secret lover,’ he poked. ‘Missed me?’

your orbs rolled in perfect circles,

‘please, I saw you a couple of minutes ago. If anything, I miss your puppy more.’

‘come over tonight.’

what? excuse me?

‘I really need help with my choreography. Please? You promised!’

Zhengting looked needy enough for you to say yes...plus, you wanted tickets to the showcase...and it couldn’t hurt to spend more time with help him right?

also because you wanted to see his pets again

you told him you would come over after dinner

the temptation would be too great to arrive on an empty stomach when a full-course meal awaits

Justin was clad in his baby blue onesie and carrying the small white kitten when he opened the door 

how childlike 

I should get matching pjs for Wenjun too 

with a knowing smirk, he mentioned that Zhengting was in his room 

in return, you filled him in on the new video game that Wenjun bought 

and then let him into your apartment to bug Wenjun 

hehe 

family goals 

you ventured further into the flat, a tad bit more familiar with your surroundings 

Zhengting must be playing with his puppy as excited barks were coming from the inside 

you rapped your knuckles on the door then entered 

bc you’re a cultured person who knocks the door before entering! 

you learnt you to knock after walking in on many...unpleasant things 

such as wang ziyi and cai xukun proclaiming their eternal love 

then catching xukun on a date with zhang yixing a few days later 

not the kind of things you want to recall 

as you expected, Zhengting is on his bed, playing with his puppy 

oh wow can I just say 

bedhead ZZT with his shirt sliding off one shoulder to reveal a defined collarbone 

his grey sweatpants have loosened around the waist to reveal his Calvins and the very tip of his waist tattoo peeking out 

wow 

so sexy 

but no, in reality, he’s just cradling his puppy and cooing sweet nothings into his ear 

‘what’s his name?’ the puppy pads over to greet you, flicking his small tongue over your hands 

‘Justin and I decided to name him Ry, taken from the end of Jeffery,’ Zhengting replies while casually fixing his top 

...as in Jeffery from school? 

oh goodness, of course, these boys had connections 

they must be popular 

even though ZZT never attends class???

what sorcery 

an awkward silence passes 

you both communicate without opening your mouths 

eventually, you’re seated on the floor of ZZT’s dance studio, cuddling Ry - not exactly paying attention to his dance 

honestly, I think Zhengting’s focus is unbreakable 

but when it breaks...it shatters 

you go from trying to explain that his left arm needs to be at the same height as his right arm 

to ‘oh my god I really like your new phone case.’ 

and then he’ll pick up the conversation from ‘thanks my phone case is from bare bears official.’ 

he loves being cute deep down and we all know it shh 

then it goes back to ‘one two...three...stop! pose. Wow, you’re a great choreographer.’ 

not even dance counts ^ 

blame Professor Wang for influencing my class with dance 

I’ve been dragged to deep down 

eventually, the night wears on and the two of you simply sprawl out on the dance floor 

tired 

Ry cheers you up by licking your face though, cutie 

you’re curious to find out more about zhengting, now seems like the perfect opportunity to pose questions 

‘what other animals would you want as a pet?’ Though, you can’t picture Ry and the kitten having TOO many friends yet.

you watch as Zhengting pouts, thinking hard 

‘maybe a pet piglet. My friend, Mubo has one and I played with it once at his place. It was so adorable that all my friends were in love with it.’ Zhengting laughs fondly at the memory. 

‘my mother would kill me though,’ he adds quickly

idk man we could like share a pet so we both gain from it and become piglet parents 

wh00ps did I say that out loud? Why is he giggling at me? 

‘yes, yes you did,’ Zhengting speaks between his chuckles. ‘I already am a Zhu so might as well be a piglet parent.’ 

朱 (last name) and 猪 (pig) are both ‘zhu’ 

jokingly, you say, ‘I’ll choreograph a celebratory dance if you take up my offer.’ 

that’s when Zhengting gets all excited and seriously considers buying a pig 

one hour passes just researching on pigs

how to care for one 

what to feed it 

where to buy one 

is it legal 

how much does one piglet cost

not that the cost affects his decision ^ 

‘let’s do it,’ Zhengting decides surely, the determination in his tone. ‘Let’s be piglet parents.’ 

‘you’re kidding...’ your voice trails off when you see he is COMPLETELY on board with the idea 

what :) have :)) I :))) done :))) 

I CAN’T BE A PARENT TO EARLY ON 

yet I really like the idea of Zhengting as a pet dad 

with me

it’ll be a small family 

‘we’ll work out the custody issues later,’ he jests. ‘Are you ready to sign some adoption papers? I found a reputable place.’ 

there’s this look of certainty and assurance in his eyes that only read ‘with me, everything’s going to be fine.’ 

maybe that was when you realised you were SO ready to admit you wanted to be with him

maybe confession could come later but for now

piglet parenting? 

hell yeah 

‘I’m in on it.’ 

I’m so glad you moved in next door 

I’m so happy Justin chose the right apartment complex

worked on this for one whole week oh my god and this lowkey became crack 

rlly wanted to get this up for his birthday!!!

so happiest 22nd/23rd to the gorgeous Zhu Zhengting!!

can’t believe he’s joining the old men club on Idol Producer I’m so proud :)

I fell for him on Pd 101 but unfortunately, his incredible talents weren’t recognised

he and Justin were my Chinese kings and now they’ve both come back to claim their kingdoms

Zhengting is just so talented, hardworking, kind-hearted and humorous

I love

tbh idk what lies ahead for his future bc YH’s plans look a bit scattered for the SKR and CH side

but whatever happens, I only wish the best for him and I hope that he would achieve his dream

literally, I would marry this man if the age gap wasn’t so big and if we shared the same religion

God bless him and his household, they deserve love and grace too

@ zhu family, thanks for raising such a wonderful man

朱正廷，祝您生日快乐！我希望正廷哥哥会得到耶稣的祝福，会继续努力也会好好照顾自己的身体。我希望有一天我们可以见面。加油吧！我一定会支持您。我爱您。💝💞💘

pls don’t bash me for my errors, my ancestors are disappointed enough already :”)

[dyed-red]

Get to Know Me

I was tagged by the loveliest @prince-of-elsinore for this get to know me tag game :) I’m going to mostly answer these questions as being about this blog, even though it’s a sideblog. For the folks I tagged, there’s a clean version of the questions below the cut if you’d like to answer!

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1. why did you choose your url?

I have a deep fondness for the song There Goes the Neighbourhood by Sheryl Crow

2. any sideblogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

This is a sideblog :D I started it first as a place to dump posts that might be more controversial so I could get into tumblr arguments without alienating or exhausting a bunch of followers, back when I was a bit more self-conscious. I barely used it for years until I tripped head-first (back?) into the SPN fandom and was using it as a place to drop a ton of wincest posts as fic-inspo. Eventually it started to take on a bit of it’s own identity

@coldtomyflash is my sideblog for DCTV / arrowverse on the CW. It was my first sideblog and I created it so that my main didn’t become completely overrun with coldflash (the flash / captain cold) when that became my hyperfixation several years ago. still post from time to time and there’s an AO3 pseud with all my coldflash writing that is predominately connected to that blog. at some point i’m gonna join a new fandom and have to decide which pseud to post under...

@forthebothofus is a new and not-much-used sideblog I parked the url for in case I ended up getting really into Walker (CW). I’ve reblogged some stuff but I only have one foot in that content right now so idk where it will go, if anywhere.

@phynali is my main

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

since sometime in 2012, if not a bit earlier

4. do you have a queue tag?

not on here that i can recall (i tag very sporadically on here? it’s still partly a place for me to dump every SPN post i think looks pretty) but on @phynali it’s #thank queue for coming

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

i explained why i started this sideblog up there, so to explain why i joined / started @phynali: it was for fandom. livejournal content was drying up and i couldn’t find new dedicated forums or communities, but i started noticing people link their tumblrs on AO3. i found out an irl friend who wrote fic had a tumblr so I asked her to show me the ropes

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

the first theme i setup for this sideblog was all winter imagery, maybe because of my love for captain cold or maybe because it was mid-winter in canada when i set it up (who can say). i haven’t changed the image because i’m both lazy and resistant to change

7. why did you choose your header?

brb checking what my current header is because i think i actually did change it recently -

ahhh right okay so there’s this sort of neon aesthetic i’m into related to an original writing project of mine called Rest for the Wicked and this is one of the images i dragged up for vibe i’m going for with one of the characters

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

on this blog? i honestly don’t know, i mostly reblog and add commentary so tracking notes on original posts doesn’t mean much. on @phynali i know that my post arguing against exclusionary bullshit when the ace discourse was in its heyday on here got 10k notes in the space of a day. i can’t claim all the notes though; i was arguing against the OP because she was spewing pastel-coloured bullshit, and the post blew up because because my friend moderated a well-followed discourse blog and reblogged my argumentative reply.

related to SPN, my post with the most notes is likely my one about Sam and bodily autonomy

9. how many mutuals do you have?

do... do people count??? i have no idea?

10. how many followers do you have?

on which blog...? @phynali has 1100+ but this blog has under 30, and tbh I’m kinda shocked it has any, given the lack of original posts or anything approaching a tag system. it’s all added commentary and reblogged art and somehow y’all are into that and i am delighted

11. how many people do you follow?

121 and it’s. too many. just. too many. i need to cut that down. i try to keep it under 100 and this is the most i’ve ever followed.

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

on @phynali yes, numerous times, mostly about my friend being the zodiac killer

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

there used to be days where i was on all day every day with it the background. now i’m mentally healthier and my adhd is medicated and being treated so i have a bit more control over my social media usage. i’d say i’m on most days 1-2 times (morning and evening), but whether i just pop in to check if i have messages or whether i stick around and scroll varies depending on what else i’m doing that day. 

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

hahahahahahahahahahahha - 

uhm. yes. note what this sideblog was made for in the first place: an easier space to argue with people (ironic that it’s the only blog i’ve ever had where i haven’t got into an argument with someone). 

i’m a scrappy little shit and at any given time you can assume i’m actively restraining myself from getting into unnecessary internet arguments. i literally got off facebook because i got a reputation for take-down arguments in the comments of my friend’s posts, back in like 2010. 

i don’t always win, but i either learn something, change my mind, and concede, or else i’m going to say i won because i’m stubborn like that

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

utter garbage. i hate guilt appeals. the surefire way to get me to not do something is to try and guilt me. i will bite off my nose to spite my face before i allow someone to guilt-trip me

16. do you like tag games?

i do! they’re often fun :)

17. do you like ask games?

i also do! assuming we mean the ask lists you can reblog, that is. except they’re often very horny, romantic, or deeply personal? or maybe it’s just that the people i follow reblog those ones the most frequently. either way i don’t reblog them much because i’m seldom interested in the questions listed

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

i’ve been here near a decade and still don’t know what constitutes fame on this website. there’s like 5 blogs i think of as tumblr famous whereas the rest of us are just chilling in this amorphous space.

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

a crush-crush? no. a writer-crush? @lovetincture‘s writing is so beautiful i want to drown myself in it and they’re a good part of the reason i dipped my toe onto twitter (at which point my adhd promptly sucked me in because wow that website is constant stimulation just like this one). so i guess that counts?

20. tags?

if these folks are interested (no pressure though ofc): i know you already tagged @fallcolorspringrapid so how about @lovetincture, @redmyeyes (who recently posted this fic y’all should go read), and @digitalmeowmix  :)

clean copy of questions to copy/paste below the cut

clean copy:

1. why did you choose your url?

2. any sideblogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

4. do you have a queue tag?

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

7. why did you choose your header?

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

9. how many mutuals do you have?

10. how many followers do you have?

11. how many people do you follow?

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

16. do you like tag games?

17. do you like ask games?

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

20. tags?

[icharchivist]

🐉 Check-in tag 🐉

Tagged by: @alteriius​ <3 hi!

1. Why did you choose your url?

Icha has been my nickname online for a really long time and i try to keep it in my urls at least as “brand recognization” i guess?? as for “archivist”, it was to have an url that was more fandom neutral than my previous ones. It is in reference to the bookman clan from dgm, who are archivists, since i always think fondly about dgm (and i did decide on the url when i was having long, long conversations about various Bookmen centric theories on my blog), but it serves double as it’s pretty generic and can just be my records there.

2. Any side-blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them.

have an inactive one for otome games that i used years ago but haven’t touched since and i don’t feel like linking it ahah. Otherwise i have “sideblogs” that saves my past URLs (that i can use to save specific posts on in drafts).

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

I joined in huh. Late 2011 i think?? all i remember is that i have been here a few months before the first Mi//shapocalypse broke in April 2012. Tumblr veteran.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

Used to but not anymore.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

oh man don’t judge me i was 16 and it was 2011, but i used to follow h//arry p//otter fanpage on facebook and noticed they all came from here so eventually i decided to join it “to the source” and well :/ here i am. Nowadays i can’t even bear looking at h//p contents but here i am still smh.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

(btw your icon is amazing @alteriius <3) Aerith <3 because i’m having a ff7 rush again and i think Aerith is pretty neat. I love her a lot and i feel like the remake made her even more bubbling with life thanks to the HD stuff and i fell in love over and over again with her seeing her in the remake. And i mean, she’s goal.  This specific screenshot is just v pretty. Lately i’ve been mostly using Hisoka from a3 as an icon though and i may return to it sooner than later, because i care him v much as well and identify with him a bit. 

7. Why did you choose your header?

I just changed my header from the Spring chapter illustration from a3 which was them all napping together, that i had for the longest time bc i find it soft, to now just the troupe leaders in cat onesies, because i found this artwork yesterday and i love catboys. A3 charas are all precious to me i’m just happy to show them off yaknow?

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

*closes eyes and takes a deep breath* this post about FMA and the way each homunculus having an ironic death. it has over 25k notes now and it still gets notes regularly. If i had known it would have been this popular i would have toned down the cringey excitement i was showing because the reveal blew my mind - and would also have been more careful about some translation mistakes. but alas. 

Else i have mostly shitposts being popular here and there or some liveblog posts that got too popular for no reason (that one post of my h//x//h liveblog that keeps coming back in my notes, my detested </3)

9. How many mutuals do you have?

No clue omg??? I am not checking the list. Probably a hundred though??? plus it’s hard to picture considering a lot of them are inactive.

10. How many followers do you have?

2,933. Most of them are inactive though, p sure i reached this number near huh 2018?? and it’s been stagnant ever since, from the followers loss and the influx of new followers (which is not really many but enough to balance out)

11. How many people do you follow?

614 blogs but yeah similar too many inactive bc i never cleaned it in the ten years i’ve been here.

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

Oh, plenty. The most i have done must have been in the dgm fandom and maybe ff7?? 

13. How often do you use tumblr each day?

These days my dash is pretty dead, so i mostly check it the morning and the evening to catch up on the day and check it out from time to time during the day.

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

erg. Not really? nothing that i can think of, or at least not in public. Like, i had arguments with people i had met on tumblr but generally it was over discord. And idk if we can call any of those arguments winning... It’s a question of disagreement or annoyance over how people treat each other and it’s been either things that broke friendships or that water under bridge could fix. Nothing conclusive and i’d hate to frame arguments as a win-or-lose situation. 

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

hate them so much oh my god. They feel guilttripy and insulting a lot. And if not for me i would loath to put some guilt trip over people that follow me. People are willing to listen without having to make them feel bad about it. if i think the post has info that are very important i will still reblog it but i really loathe the idea of having to guilttrip to make a point come through.

16. Do you like tag games?

They’re fun! i just really forget to do them and i just don’t like chain ones, those that are like, in reblogs? new posts or ask posts are fine but reblog chains of multiple tag games are generally stuff i avoid to not post a veeery long post on people’s dash

17. Do you like ask games?

oh yeah love them!

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

I can think of a few but i’m too lazy to @ them DJFDLKFJDL and most of them aren’t people i talk to regularly enough to feel like i can cross that line of just @-ing them out of nowhere

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Nah i’m good aha 

20. Tags?

what if i don’t want to tag anyone though ddlfjd anyone who wants to do it can act like i tagged them it’s fine.

here we go o7

Thank you for the tag Allen <3

[survivorkilimanjaro]

Pre-Jury Rites of Passage

A little mood music...

As a reminder, this is only the rites of passage for those not in the jury. The jury rites of passage will be released on winner reveal day in the afternoon, once all the jury members have voted, as a final teaser leading to the winner!

Benj - We were voted out together but I guess since we have similar names one of us had to go so the other could live…

Dennis - Why the hell do you have a santa-johnny pic as your pfp?

Lily - hi Ben! I remember talking to you when we were all on the beach together. I wasn’t’t sure if I could trust you but definitely didn’t see you as the first person to go. Good luck to you!

Madison - I wish we talked more, but someone had to go first so yeet

Benj - You gave me one hell of a fight in the redemption challenge, it was sooo close coming down to a tiebreaker

Dennis - I would’ve loved to draft you onto my tribe, but the moment you asked me not to do that and Regan wanted to draft you I kinda had a sad feeling that this might be a short Havana-Reunion :(

Lily - well, I’ve heard of you and people were always talking about how you really played hard and could be very dangerous to go. I was just glad it was me and not you. I was honestly scared to see if we would ever be on the same tribe. Good luck in everything!

Benj - I think you were the 12 year old? Thanks for switching places with me on Makonde!

Dennis - We never interacted, sorry that you went so early :(

Lily - We didn’t get to talk much while on the beach. I hope for the best for you and hope you continue to play these crazy things!

Benj - Don’t remember anything about you sorry!

Dennis - Sorry that you got voted out so early!

Lily - hi jaiden! We never really had a chance to talk and I heard a lot about how you are a crazy player. I was glad that you were gone before I would meet up with you because I have no clue how much you could have changed the game. I believe we played a game briefly together on a side season or something but honestly idk. I hope for the best for you and everything you do!

Madison - you were iconic as heck and you really deserved better but the numbers just didn't roll that way

Benj - Brian!! You did amazing on Mount Olympus, so I understand why you were inactive in this game. But I thank you since it gave me a chance to keep playing

Dennis - Sorry that you got voted out so early!

Lily - OMGGGG BRIANNNN. I almost died when I saw we were in a game together again. You are quite the strategist and comp beast, I was personally shocked to see you go this early. I seriously don’t think this game would be the same if you would have made it to merge. I really don’t know what I would have done. I probably would have been running around like a mad woman and I know you would have messed with my plans. Nothing but the best of luck to you.

Madison - ugh i wish we actually got to meet because you went out with such class and i respect it

Benj - Can’t believe you decided you wanted to quit a day after I was voted off smh

Dennis - Oh boy oh boy. I was properly sad when u asked Nick to be voted out. We had interacted pregame quite a bit and it is always refreshing to have someone in your pm’s who speaks the same language as you. I hope your life is going good and may we meet again!

Lily - well Geri. Thanks for sticking it out as long as you did. Quite the time it was. I think losing the flag challenge was kinda the right timing. I wondered if we won that challenge and made it to the tribe swap if you would have played harder and formed strategies. Or you were just done. I don’t know. But best of luck to you!

Benj - We were on a tribe but didn’t talk much or at all lol. I think you complained about leaving over an inactive aka me after results so lol. Good luck representing Kilimanjaro in France though!

Dennis - I know that one day you will make merge in a survivor <3 I hope we get to play together again soon!

Lily - hi Jacob! I don’t believe we talked? But if we did, I’m sorry. Best of luck to you!

Madison - it sucks that you go out early all the time but let me just say that you shouldn't give up because your time is coming

Benj - Also left in a 5-3 vote against me and continued my streak of getting votes every single tribal so yay

Dennis - I still can not believe that you never knew I played your Circle game. I even got quite far..

Lily - KAGE. Wow. So. I wasn’t shocked to see you go but I was also pretty sad. I was really hoping for a redemption for us this season but that didn’t happen. You are a legend and never forget.

Madison - it makes me so sad every day that you're not still in the game and I will always feel bad about it, you deserved sooooo much better

Benj - One of the only 2 people I knew of before coming into this, and it was fun playing with you just sucks we lost so many times. I’m sorry it ended on a bad note between us ☹

Dennis - You are always entertaining to watch and play with, sorry that it ended for you so early.

Lily - Regan, I always love to hear about how you play and what happened. I’ve still never really gotten the chance to play with you but I’m always interested to see how the story of your game. Always keep fighting girl!

Madison - we have had so many ups and so many downs and sometimes i can never tell how you and i are gonna get along but us working together in the game and stuff was a big step forward for us

Benj - The other person I knew before this game! When I saw you on the cast I was so relieved cuz as a complete noob to tumblr survivor I literally haven’t heard of any of these people before in my life so to see someone I’ve known since 2013 was great but it sucks we were never on a tribe together and that you got blindsided ☹ I hope I made you proud!

Dennis - I was truly bummed when I saw that you got voted out. I was hoping that after the connection we made on Makonde 2.0, we could reunite at a later point and play this game together..

Lily - I really loved seeing how dedicated you were to challenges. You were one of the reasons our tribe could stay afloat. I also really enjoyed our conversations about school and literature. Thank you for everything and keep doing you. Best of luck!

Madison - sooo um sorry about the blindside, but it'll make sense later, you are such a good survivor player and i always respect how you play and also how you treat people

Benj - Blake!! My king you were one of the people who welcomed me onto Makonde once I returned and I was devastated when you left right before merge

Dennis - I don’t think anyone has ever made me feel this uncomfortable in a game like you did. I know your back was against the wall and you tried everything to survive that vote. If there is one thing you have going for you its dedication!

Lily - Oh Blake, we have had some times. I love how you play cause it’s exciting to see how you will react to situations. You make the game more interesting. Best of luck to you and I’ll always be interested to follow your seasons.

Madison - A KING UGH i wish we ended up playing together in this game, i was so excited for it but you certainly made an impact in the game just by being iconic

Benj - Exact same as Blake, you were awesome to meet, and I was so sad to miss out on merge with you and to see more of your antics!! Hope you return in a future season king

Dennis - I was actually pretty sad that you got voted out right before merge. Even though you seem like a complete wildcard you are definitely a really interesting player and I would’ve wanted to see where the merge would’ve led us!

Lily - Keaton, I so badly wanted to see things work out for you but in a lot of challenges you had a negative attitude. I know you were in a tough spot at times but everyone has their own stuff going on and you have to do the best with what you got. I wish you would have tried a little harder. It’s hard to keep someone around who doesn’t want to give it their all. I wasn’t involved in your vote in any way but I thought it would happen based on what was going on when we were on tribes together previously. I really hope to see you grow because I enjoyed the conversations we had. Best of luck to you in everything you do!

Madison - my first words to you were asking if you were hot and we've truly come so far from that moment, you've become one of my favorite people that i've ever met and there's so much that I could say about you but we don't have enough time for that

Benj - We met on the last tribe swap and it was super fun getting points in the live challenge with you when all the Americans were asleep! Sad that you went inactive at merge ☹

Dennis - You probably know yourself if you weren’t as busy as you were and had put at least half of the effort into this season that you put into HoS, you would’ve gone way further. You are super likeable and relatable and I am sorry that you went as a mergeboot, BUT atleast you are in the epic 12th-placer chat now!

Lily - You are so sweet and I was completely impressed with how you left. I know you were busy and that’s how things go. I felt you needed to go that vote because you weren’t dedicating the time that was necessary for the game and I would have hated to see someone go who was putting forth a valiant effort. I really hope you play again and that you love your new place. I love that you added me on Pokémon go cause that meant a lot to me. Haha. Best of luck in all you do!

Madison - you are such an iconic British king!!! You went out with class and it just shows what kind of a person you are irl

[thosequestions-blog1]

How my aim works

Date: 01/01/2018

Time: 12:27am

Hello World!

So back to what I was saying about how my aim works, which is basically the way that I create small objectives and do everything in my power to achieve it. 

This started back in 2016 when I was in Sec 4 and it was my final year in which I had to take the N Levels in order to see which path I will take in 2017. Needless to say, I ended up in ITE, studying Electrical Engineering, which is quite cool actually. Ok so there are 3 pathways once you finished your N Levels: Sec 5 ( Additional Year in Secondary School), DPP (2 years in ITE and another 2-3 Years in Poly depending on your GPA, which is the programme which I am in now.) and PFP ( 1 Foundation Year followed by 3 years in the Poly Course). Out of the 3 pathways, PFP was the most competitive. Why? Well, its because by the end of your 4 Years of Secondary-School Education you will definitely want to get out unless you intend to go to a JC. Nobody also wants to go to ITE because of the stereotypes shown by the General Populace which essentially is “Don’t go to ITE because there are a lot of bad people there and you can get into the wrong crowd and pick up bad habits, etc.” Keep in mind that the reason why ITE has a bad public image is because of some students that do bad things which creates a stereotype on the general cohorts.

Also, sorry but I have to digress, I find it weird that I’m writing all this down as people were watching fireworks and celebrating the coming of the new year and whatnot. But to me, a new year is just another year, just like how a Macdonald’s cheeseburger is no different than another cheeseburger produced by another employee. Its just the same, if you catch my drift. It’s said that you decide your own fate, that you create and live your own life. But the very same people that says these kind of stuff blames their misfortunes and the amount of work, stress, bad things that happen to them, etc. on the year, which is ironic right?

Anyway, back to the main point, about how my aim works, right. Sorry, but you will soon realise that my story makes sense at the end. So as I was saying, naturally my classmates would aim for PFP, even though its really competitive and requires the highest score among the 3 pathways. You could just go to Private Education but who has the money right? I on the other hand, just wanted to make it to Sec 5. PFP requires a minimum of 11 points and I aim for 19 points, which is the minimum requirement for Sec 5. Why? Firstly, I am not academically inclined, I have kind of failed most of my exams except for PSLE and N Levels with the exception being the constant pass in English, which prompted me to take Literature, more on that in the future. Secondly, I know I will never make it to PFP so why even bother right? Third, if I can’t even make it to Sec 5, who am I to think that I could aim for the highest pathway? So I put all my effort to the best of my ability and did everything in my power, which is bascially me staying till 9pm at night studying at a place where its ultra-hot and the 4 entrances of the junction where I’m studying at is really dark. But I trust in the God to protect me from any kind of weird stuff so its all good.

Anyways, turns out that my score was 13 points, somehow I became the top of my class which also means that nobody made it to PFP. Not surprised. But till this day, I still believe that this was merely a fluke, that this could not happened again but the lesson is there. Aim small and do everything in your power to achieve it.

Sorry for making this so long, my fingers feel a bit numb from typing all this down, brings me back to the days when I was a Literature student, man did my wrist and fingers hurt from all the fast-writing. Thank God for the creation of computers, though it hasn’t really made my life any easier.

Signed,

-Z-