#so. That's fun. I love being normal /s

[daydreamdoodles]

a list of things I rather do than read another damn chapter for my business class in no particular order

Listen to Magnus Protocol

Redraw screenshots of Pear "Buttercup" Butter

Make a new minecraft skin

Learn to retexture minecraft things

Make mlp lore for my lesbian ponies

Finalize Morn's design

Write Morn's lore

Play minecraft

Play stardew valley

Finally write something down for my part of the next campagin's worldbuilding

Fold laundry

Finish season 5 of TMA

Make molded chocolates

Do dishes

Catch up on my figure drawing sketchbook assignments

Read a physical book

Go outside

Hangout with my friends

Draw ship art of Vix and Red

Draw shitty dragons

Paint

Play My Life As A Teenage Exocolonist

Fix the waistband on my skirt

Commune with the spirits

[catocappuccino]

Hehe

[hyp3rfixation-h3ll]

>gets into new thing >sees the character who is bpd and alter/osdd-coded >sees him die and also realises

>yeah i'll absorb him into my psyche anyways hi TOME fandom . i have a lot of thoughts and opinions and my main one is "why did kirb have to die" and "so we all agree that kirb and zet are 2 different people and idc if the show says he's just an alt account he's sentient right" . so anyways here's an au where he lives via tech shenanigans and also there's kirbalpha but with like a twist + hint of yumeshipping in there. more under cut if ur interested bwehgh ... also tagging @wolf-of-hearts bc you wanted to see my art :D hai

so this au takes place in a universe where the game re-opens after having been shut down, simply so they could allow all the drama around the forbidden power to die down (and fully fix things and really just ... rework the game from the ground up.) GC/Softdi still exists and still walks around as a normal player, but chooses to still stay with Alpha's group out of safety. (they were actually picked to be bug testers and are also considered honorary Netkings!) it reopens and everything's fine, but ... kirb is still in the game. his model and his ... entire being, still left behind to persist in the aether of TOME. when kajet corrupted his model, he also basically severed him and his consciousness from Zetto, but this wasn't a problem since, well ... he was dead. but with the game being restarted, he exists again . and he realises that he's ... alone. the very game he loved so much , he was now trapped in and left to be isolation.

until Hype logs in (lil cosmic brownie bunny lookin thing!!) :3 Hype is a new player and basically winds up recreating Alpha's encounter with Kajet but its with them and Kirb, and Kirb isnt looking to destroy or anything, he just wants his friends back.

tl;dr their models fuse together and "why do i look like a FAG" "oh relax it's fine ur such a pussy" "DONT FUCKING CALL ME THAT???"

they find alpha and the gang in ;Lavendera , they meet up and ... shenanigans ensue. (aka zetto is NOT happy his own creation is alive and attached parasite-style to another player 😭) there's a bunch of other details + there's some kirbalpha stuff going on (kirb gets jelly of flame, yadda yadda , dw they end up in a cule its okay 😭) but this is really like. self indulgence for the sake of it. is it messy and doesnt make sense. yeah. is it still fun? yeauh.

anyways umm thats it i think :3 ok byeee

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Your posts make my day so much better thank you for these posts.

Whats your fav cherik era??

(I had a breakdown ive got my med skl final tmrw but ur posts actually entertained me so much)

i'm glad my posts can make your day better !! talkin with everyone surely makes MY days better......

as for my fave cherik era, i still think it's the classic/92 era: the banging-my-archnemesis dynamic still tickles me the most i think....

[gentle-hero-blog]

it truly is kindof criminal how good samus & joey is

[twoplustwoequalsfuckyou]

the fandom-given names of "pacifist" route and "genocide" route could have been the Save Route and the Erase Route. maybe im crazy but i think this could have fixed the undertale fandom tbh. also its WAY more subtle too lmao.

[franeridan]

nah man I get hancock I really do if I had to pick a single man in the whole history of the world to fall for I'd pick luffy too, who are we kidding

[snekdood]

I think in the whole convo around why its hard to make friends today really understimates how technology has essentially ripped peoples masks off to show how toxic they can become and how repelling and even scary it can be interacring with ppl bc of it. Bc of tiktok. Bc of ppl filming you secretly. Bc the "bullying is good, actually" people. Literally that video of that lady lying to her neighbor and then the neighbor confronted her and she gaslighted the neighbor like. You might laugh but deep down you know youd never hang out w that person on a deep level. You know that person would just be toxic. At this point being alone seems more appealing bc you dont have to risk all this weird bullshit. Its almost worth the touch starvation n all the other physical and mental bullshit that comes w loneliness n shit if every friend geoup is going to try to eventually moralize their hate of you and kick you out of a friend geoup for being too "cringe" and then put you on blast online and then all the commentors just laugh and dont think deeply about the situation bc theyre just there to laugh and are prolly just as fuckin toxic. Like we got a real issue here yall. Wtf is going on. Ppl in my generation are so fucking unlikeable.

[starflungwaddledee]

oh. my god. oh my god. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD!!!!! i saw this and immediately started screaming "IS THIS REAL.. AM I STILL ASLEEP... IS THIS A DREAM?!?!"

DAS!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAA

what is blud yapping about

(based on @starflungwaddledee 's comic here.)

[heyitsoak]

MOVIE SHADOW X READER HEADCANONS

Gender neutral reader

Just finished watching Sonic 3 and it was awesome!! Haven’t seen anyone written for movie Shadow yet sooo.. 👀

Warnings?: No spoilers for the movie in this! But maybe him being out of character, I haven’t wrote anything in years lol

- I feel like his love languages would be quality time and physical touch, he wouldn’t be used to touch at first but would gradually warm up to it. Definitely wouldn’t be the type to be over the top with public affection. Maybe handholding or a hand on your waist in public, but that’s probably it

- Might would be one to get jealous, needs reassurance that you’re not leaving and that you love him, truly. He’s been through a lot and needs to know that you’re not leaving him too

- Likes looking at the stars with you!! Reminds me of that one meme

“Do u like stars?”

“Ya, they’re cool”

- Likes to watch moves with you too! Just please don’t have him watch movies that have ‘aliens’ that are considered bad guys in it :( Just watch cat videos on YouTube with him, he’d be content with that

- Try and show him video games! He’d be really confused on how the controls work, a lot has changed in fifty years

- I feel like he’d like the game Stray, cause cats!! I feel like he absolutely loves cats. Would also probably like Stardew Valley, Harvest Moon and Animal Crossing. Anything that’s a calm game where you can just do whatever

- Speaking of cats.. he’d love going to a cat cafe with his s/o, would probably want to take them all home afterwards though

- Would end up having a black cat come up to him, rubbing against him and purring. He’d just pick up the cat and ask

“..can we take him home?”

- You can’t say no to Shadow, especially when he’s holding a cat in his hands.. so needless to say, you guys have a new pet now

- But besides cafe dates, just staying at home and cuddling would be perfectly fine with him as a date, anywhere with you, he’s happy

- I feel like he’d genuinely be a really good boyfriend, just takes him time to warm up a bit and get more comfortable with romantic stuff

- And motorcycle rides!! They’d be so fun, but if you get scared if he ever goes too fast, just ask for him to slow down or go a normal speed, he’d probably listen (cause it’s you)

- Gets all blushy and flustered when it comes to physical affection and kisses, he’s not used to it but he loves it

- He’d also like music, specifically older songs. Likes to put vinyls on a record player and dance with you to the song :’)) even if you don’t know how to dance, he’ll try and guide you

Not really sure what else to add here! Hopefully this was good, sorry if it was out of character :’)

I absolutely love Shadow so much, he’s such a cool character and looked so amazing in the movie

[bloomseishiro]

THAT’S MY GIRL — ITOSHI RIN

౨ৎ — dating a famous soccer star can be scary, especially with all the crazy fans and online gossip. so you and rin decide to keep your relationship a secret. a misunderstanding occurs when you hang out with your friend (another famous soccer player) and now the internet thinks you’re dating karasu?! 

itoshi rin x fem!reader. fluff, established relationship, secret relationships, pro soccer player!rin, possessive!rin everybody cheers, karasu is one of reader’s besties, reader wears a dress ; i had so much fun writing this i will never shut up about it pls enjoy

word count. 2.2k 

You didn’t intend to keep your relationship with Rin a secret. 

At least, not for this long. 

You thought you would quickly warm up to the idea of being a famous soccer player’s girlfriend, but recent events had you thinking otherwise. Not too long ago, one of Rin’s former Blue Lock contestants revealed that he had a girlfriend, and his fans on the internet completely tore her to shreds. They were mainly complaining about how she broke ‘NagiReo’ apart and how she was heartless for stealing Nagi from his real soulmate. Some even went so far as to threaten her!

You shudder as you recall the social media posts and tabloid titles. 

If the public reacted so badly to that, what’s to say they would welcome you?

So you decide to prolong your secret relationship and, thankfully, Rin doesn’t mind. 

He doesn’t care too much about public opinion. As long as he knows you are happy with him, and you give him the reassurance you know he loves (though he doesn’t want to admit it), he’s content with keeping this between the two of you for a little while longer. 

Still, keeping your relationship a secret from the press also meant you couldn’t go out to dinners together, being forced to order takeout or get food delivered inside. Even going to his games was a rare treat, and even then you had to wear a full disguise and sit in an obscure nosebleed seat. 

It frustrates you, really. Why can’t people just be normal? 

You sigh.

“Are you still moping?” asks Karasu as he returns with your drinks. 

For the past thirty minutes, you’ve been telling your friend, who happens to be another one of Rin’s former Blue Lock acquaintances, about all your secret dating woes. 

You nod, taking a spice of your ice cold water. “Yeah, yeah. No more of me crying over not even being able to eat at a fast food place like this with Rin. Instead, let’s hear all about your most recent failed dating stories.”

“They’re not all fails,” he drawls, shoving a bundle of fries into his mouth. “I might be going on a second date with one of them.”

“And she’s not scared of the backlash?” you ask, a hint of resignation in your voice. 

Karasu shrugs. “Most people just ignore the hate. Those delusional fans aren’t real fans, but at least they make us more money, right? It’s part of the industry. Comes with dating a famous athlete. Don’t take it to heart, Y/N. I’m sure your lover boy Rinnie will shield you from whatever backlash occurs anyway.”

Frowning, you dip a fry into some ketchup over and over.

“You look a little menacing stabbing your ketchup like that,” jests Karasu, putting his arms up in surrender. “It was just a suggestion. You don’t have to reveal anything you don’t want to.”

“But I do want to!” you cry exasperatedly. “I want Rin to be able to hold my hand in public, and make eye contact with me! I don’t want to wear a stupid disguise when I go to his games. I want to kiss him right in front of the paparazzi and then throw my middle finger at their face!” 

“Then do it.” He pauses, a grin forming in his face as the scene plays in his head. “No, wait, for real, do it. Do you know how badass that’d be?”

“No!” You place your head into your hands and pout. “I’m nervous.” 

“Who cares what those less than mediocre losers think anyway?” Karasu scoffs, finishing the rest of his burger. “They’re not significant enough for you to worry about. Just do what you want.” He reaches over to steal some fries off your tray. “I bet Rin would like it if you came to support him during his games. As yourself. And not you with a mustache and clown wig or whatever atrocity it is you put on.”

“I do not wear a clown wig as a disguise,” you say, shooting him a glare. 

“Don’t need a disguise to be one.”

“Okay, our catch up session is over,” you deadpan, grabbing your purse and standing up from the table haughtily. 

Karasu laughs, taking no offense to you leaving. “Can I have the rest of your food?”

“Go ahead, you crow.”

He rolls his eyes but happily takes your leftovers. As you leave, he calls out, “Hey, Y/N.”

You glance back at him. 

“Remember what we talked about. Who gives a fuck what others think? Just do what will make you and Rin happy, okay?”

Reluctantly, you nod, knowing full well he’s right. The main focus on your relationship with Rin should be doing what makes you both happy and fulfilled. The main focus shouldn’t be avoiding the press and his fans. 

Karasu said it best. 

Who gives a fuck? 

“Hey, have you seen what’s trending yet?”

Rin blinks, considering hanging up the phone. Isagi rarely calls him, and it’s even more rare for Rin to actually pick up. So why the hell were the first words out of Isagi’s mouth about what’s trending? Since when did Isagi even care? 

“No. Don’t care. Bye.”

“Wait, wait!” Isagi butts in before Rin can press the red button. “It’s about Karasu and Y/N…dating.”

Rin frowns at the reveal. He knew you were going to get lunch with Karasu yesterday, but there was no way it was a date. He puts Isagi on speaker and opens up Twitter. Of course, the top trending topics are, “karasu’s girlfriend” and “WHO IS SHE?” to name a few. 

At Rin’s silence, Isagi continues, “Not that there’s any way it’s true, of course. She would never cheat on you! And Karasu isn’t that kind of guy, either.”

Rin knows all that. But he doesn’t care. He’s too busy being annoyed that your first introduction to the public is as Karasu’s girlfriend and not Rin’s girl. 

He grits his teeth, seconds away from throwing his phone onto the floor. 

You’re his girlfriend. Not anyone else’s. He didn’t care what the public thought…until it came to something so ridiculously incorrect like this. 

“Rin,” says Isagi. “Everything good?”

“No,” he barks, pinching the bridge of his nose. “But I’ll clear this bullshit up. Bye.”

“Huh? Oh, okay, bye—!”

Rin hangs up and pockets his phone, immediately dropping everything to head over to your place. He has to see you. Now. 

You go through your day blissfully unaware of all the drama going on online (and with your own boyfriend).

You take Karasu’s advice from yesterday to heart. Perhaps you are just too chronically online and need to stop being so worried about the opinions random strangers might have about you.

It’s time for a digital detox.

Earlier, you deleted any and all social media apps off your phone, bar text messages if that even counted, and so far, it feels pretty freeing.

You’re so busy coloring and embroidering—both random hobbies you picked up but never had much time for since you would doom scroll instead—you hardly notice the sound of your door opening.

“Y/N?” inquires a frustrated-looking Rin.

“Rin!” you greet in excitement, dropping your activities and rushing over to give him a big hug. “I didn’t know you were coming over right now! Did I miss your call?”

He shakes his head. “No, I just came over. Are you busy right now?” 

“Never too busy for you,” you say with a cheesy wink.

Rin snorts, ruffling the top of your head. “Good. Let me take you on a date, then. I bought you a new dress to wear, if you want.” 

Your ears perk up at the sound of that. You absolutely love when Rin spoils you with surprise gifts! It also helps that he has a shockingly keen eye for the types of dresses that best suit your figure.

“Let me shower and get ready. Then we can go,” you say as you begin to head over to the bathroom. “What do you have planned for us?”

“Kioicho Fukudaya,” Rin states as if he’s saying something as ordinary and common as McDonald’s and not a two Michelin-starred restaurant. 

Your jaw drops. “How did you get a reservation so last minute?!”

He shrugs, lip quirking upward as you bounce in excitement. “Just made a few calls.”

“Just a few calls?” you repeat sarcastically. As nonchalant as Rin pretends to be, you’re fairly certain he had to fight tooth-and-nail for a table at a place like that. 

The two of you haven’t really gone to public places like restaurants, no matter how exclusive and high-end they were. Even with all the secrecy in the world, it would never be truly private. Paparazzi were still bound to be there lurking.

Realization dawns on you and you blink. “Wait…Won’t people see us together?”

“Possibly.” Rin hesitates for a moment. “Is that okay?” 

You weigh the consequences in your mind but remind yourself what’s really important. You want to let everyone know you’re with Rin. And judging from today, it seems he wants the same.

“I don’t mind,” you promise softly. “I think I’m ready to stop keeping this a secret relationship. But…what brought this on?

Rin’s eyes narrow as he grits out, “Karasu.”

Your head tilts in confusion. “You talked to him too?” 

“What? No.” His brows crinkle together. “I just saw you guys trending online.”

You blink. “Huh?”

He returns your look of equal confusion. “Have you not checked Twitter?”

“No,” you say with a shake of your head. “I deleted all my socials off my phone. Just so I’m not tempted to check it.” 

Rin raises his brow in question. 

“I’m tired of keeping our relationship a secret… I was hoping if I stopped checking the online gossip and what’s trending, I could ignore all the outside noise and just focus on us,” you explain. 

At your words, a smile forms on his face. Not a smirk, or a half-grin, but a full-fledged smile. Just seeing his expression makes you happy. 

This is definitely the right choice, you tell yourself. 

“Well, fans saw you and Karasu getting food together and now the media is calling you ‘Karasu’s girl’,” mutters Rin in annoyance. “Obviously, it’s false. But it still bothers me to see that.” 

You visibly gag at the news. “Ew! What? Karasu and me? Are they blind?!” 

He snorts at your face filled with disgust. “Blind and stupid. I want to show them just how wrong they are.”

It begins to dawn on you why Rin wants to dress you up all nice and take you to a fancy restaurant. You giggle at his possessiveness, finding it rather cute. You know he trusts you fully, but there’s no harm in him wanting to stake his claim. 

“We’ll definitely show them.”

“Get ready then,” he says after planting a soft kiss on your forehead. “I have to freshen up, too. It will be our grand reveal, after all.”

He makes it sound like some sort of mission. You giggle to yourself. 

“Join me in the shower?” you ask with a grin.

“Do you even have to ask?”

After the two of you get yourselves clean and dressed to the nines, Rin pulls you flush against his body as he examines you in the mirror. 

The dress he chose is soft and silky, hugging your curves perfectly. It’s floor-length, but the high slit rises to your upper thigh, exposing just enough skin to leave people curious. 

Rin stands behind you in his dark brown suit, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist as he kisses the side of your neck. 

“You look gorgeous,” he compliments.

“You do too,” you say with a smile. “Very handsome.”

Rin meets your gaze through the mirror and smirks. “I wasn’t planning on doing it this way, but you look too good to let this opportunity go to waste.”

“Opportunity? What do you mean?”

He doesn’t reply, instead taking his phone out his pocket and opening up the camera. Rin points it at the mirror and adjusts his arm so it slightly covers your face. Realizing he’s taking a photo of you two, you smile shyly, pressing yourself closer to his chest. 

“Beautiful as always,” says Rin after he captures the picture. 

“You’re not too bad yourself,” you jest, peeking over at his screen. 

When you see the photo, you almost blush. With the way his hand is gripping your body, and given how close you two are, it seems like you’re intruding on an intimate moment—and you lived it yourself!

You watch as Rin opens a social media app and posts the photo with a simple caption.

@RinItoshi: my girl. get it right.

Once finished, he tosses his phone aside carelessly and looks at you with a smile. “Ready for our date?” 

“Always!”

Placing your hand in his, you excitedly follow him out the door and to his car. The two of you are so happy in your own little bubble, neither one of you notice how the internet is absolutely blowing up over Rin’s reveal of your relationship. 

But that’s okay. You like it better that way. 

@KarasuTabito: DAMN IT TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH

@isagiofficial: congrats you guys! :)  

@iluvrinxoxo: holy shit she’s hot

@iluvrinxoxo: ahahahah rin who???? 

@iluvrinxoxo: changing my username bye

[krysmcscience]

At long last: either an alternate explanation for or continuation of my prior comic regarding how Bill was ABSOLUTELY naked in Ford's karaoke night drawing. (Because errors in art do not exist. Artists do not make mistakes. So if you see any in this comic, No You Do Not.)

I am so normal about these old dorks.

I'm not really clear on exactly when Bill started throwing his desperation book at Ford just like a needy ex do, but I find it extremely funny to imagine it happening literally the day of or after the makeshift funeral. Bill just gets this weird sense of 'Ford is taking steps to move on' and CANNOT FUCKING ABIDE.

I hope you enjoy all the goofy things I added to each page of Bill's sad spieling. (Everything SHOULD be readable so long as you view the full size, but I have added basically this whole little fanfic in the image descriptions, LMAO, which lays out all the little written notes and such.) Also don't ask how Bill managed to sneak that vampire pen in there. I have no idea, and honestly? I don't wanna know.

Oh, and a little bonus comic:

Of course Bill would take it as flirting. Because between the two of them, Bill is the bigger masochist By Far. :)

Also I have continued applying The Good Place logic to any of Bill's attempts to swear. Case in point, one last bonus image, this time with a motivational line from my slapdash Theraprism OC, EV-01:

Yes, its name is just 'love' backwards. No, I will not be taking any feedback on this. Yes, EV-01 was only ever assigned to Bill's case due to the Theraprism being desperate to make some progress in rehabilitating him. No, it did not work anywhere close to staff's expectations - Bill didn't even appreciate EV-01's matching fondness for bowties! (He claimed the fondness to be "cultural appropriation" and insisted he'd been traumatized by it.)

Anyway, if you like my stuff, reblogs are very much appreciated, and if you really really like it, perhaps consider my commissions or yeeting a teeny tiny tip my way? I am trying to recoup over 500 dollars in vet bills, ahaha... 🙃

In other news, I loved all the fun tags people added to the prior naked-karaoke comic (such as 'the hat and bow-tie stay ON during sex' and the classic '[insert keysmash here]', as well as the many amused/bewildered remarks about how I either made the bricks a piece of clothing or just straight up peeled Bill's skin off). However, I think my favorite thing by far was the several people losing their shit over the fact that I gave Bill toes. Like, excuse me? The magical talking triangle can have fingers but not toes??? Since when was that a rule????? 🤣 (Also the one person who reblogged with the cropped panel where Bill's fishnets pants are falling off to ask why Bill peed himself. Dude, I want to examine your brain...?)

Okie-dokie, I'm sick of looking at all of this stuff now and I'm off to go to work, after which I will either scribble some more goofy "Billford" comics or perhaps draw my lame human!Bill in Situations, idk yet. Maybe I'll even finally draw more than just a single other person's human!Bill...? Who knows, but I sure hope I can mix it up a little and not turn whatever I draw into a month-long fukken project. >:\

[headspace-hotel]

This year has, so far, been for me a series of rapid realizations of what I have been unlearning.

I went to the library. This was a couple weeks ago. I knew I needed to read a book, fiction. I hadn't done so in over a year and it was the longest period of time I had ever gone without doing so. I made a rule: I would only pick books I had never heard of, by authors I had never heard of, and I would not do any preliminary research or even bother to look at what the book was about. I would make my decision on whether to read or not purely on my impression of the title, cover and opening lines.

The book was The Connoisseur by Evan S. Connell. It was kind of a random selection. I sat down with it in a corner of the library and straight up devoured it. I tore through the book within a few hours, without taking a single break. I was captivated. I couldn't put it down.

It is a book about a guy who buys a Mayan figurine in a knickknack shop while he's on a business trip. and becomes obsessed with pre-Columbian sculptural art. There isn't really much of a plot apart from this. He goes to sketchy antique shows, has conversations with museum curators, wealthy art dealers and forgers, and seeks to learn how to distinguish a genuine pre-Columbian piece from a fake one. It was written in the 1970's, so the views on Native Americans are antiquated and sometimes offensive, and there is the troubling thread of the very concept of looting another culture's treasures and treating them as collectibles, though the book is not without commentary on this.

All the same, it was a completely intoxicating read. The vicarious experience of becoming fascinated with a topic and having it unfold a whole world for you was ferociously gripping, and so was the intrigue of the art collecting world itself. The frauds, forgeries, smuggling, museums, academics, aristocrats, auctions and seedy flea markets. Will he ever be able to tell if a piece is "real?" Does it matter if it's "real?" Why does he want to own and possess a piece of art, and how does its "realness" affect that desire? The book leaves you not knowing what to think.

It is a book about curiosity, portrayed in the narrative as a totally unreasonable lightning bolt that strikes a man who has never been fascinated by anything and changes him forever. Why? Why does a Mayan figurine, in particular, speak to him? Why does any piece of art, or any fascinating thing in the world, speak to anyone? It is unknowable.

I went to the library again. I picked a new book using the same rules. This book was Fragile Beasts by Tawni O'Dell. Just like the last time, I was totally captivated. I couldn't put it down.

Did I have a couple major problems with the portrayal of some important aspects of the story? Yes. (It would make the post much longer to discuss.) Was I completely captured by and invested in the story for the time I was reading it? Also yes. The book braids together several very different strands-- the story of a legendary Spanish bullfighter and a wealthy American woman that he loved, two brothers stuck in an ugly family situation after their father's death in a car accident, and a rich old heir to a Pennsylvania coal mining fortune and to the sinister underbelly of her family's business.

There was a lot about baseball, which I know nothing about, and bullfighting, which I know nothing about, and I certainly don't know anything about being a teenaged boy who resents and mistrusts his estranged mother, or an aristocratic old lady who lives in a mansion and eats fancy Spanish food. It was fun to experience so much unfamiliar stuff and to care about things I wouldn't normally care about. Once again I couldn't stop reading until I had finished it.

I don't know that either book was "good," though I thought they were both well written; I just know that reading them was like being hooked up to an IV of something essential and life-giving and feeling it reanimating my body.

It had been a year since I had read any fiction, but it had been much, much longer since I had loved to read. As I became an adult I had become picky and critical about books, and developed a highly sophisticated sense of my taste and the books I considered good- which were very rare. My taste in books became so sophisticated, eventually, that I didn't like books at all anymore.

I had almost withered away from deficiency of that essential nutrient known as STORY. I'd almost crumbled myself into dust from pretentiousness! I may have been terribly wrong about the kinds of things I liked to read, on top of it. And I certainly hadn't realized that story was such an essential nutrient.

"Just entertainment" the pretentious sorts of people might say of a book they think is useless-- but what is entertainment but to absorb your mind in something, and what is absorbing your mind in a book but to experience things you would never have experienced? It expands you and makes you more complicated. It is the study of human existence itself.

Now all I have been able to think about today is finishing my work and going to the library again...

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

you know how a lot of tesilid's attachment & positive feelings towards ailette stems from the two (2) times she saved him in the prologue. can you imagine how terrible things would be for ailette if she wasn't who she was and just went teehee and escaped the tutorial area and met him when she wasn't supposed to.

this whole story would play out so differently if tesilid didn't already trust and wait for her for years and years; for one ailette needs to spend a lot of time convincing him that she's really on his side (and even now she still lowkey needs to do that too)

[rrysbabydoll]

Bad Mood

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

CW: D/s dynamic, brat taming, light punishment (spanking), emotional distress, crying, aftercare, power imbalance, age gap (consensual), mild humiliation, subspace, tenderness and comfort.

Synopsis: After bratting in front of Harry's friends and being punished upstairs, you're still holding back tears until he gently pulls you into a private bathroom, realizing he forgot to give you the aftercare you need.

It was May in Tuscany, the kind of afternoon that draped gold over the hills and made everything glow. You were curled into the corner of the outdoor sofa on Harry’s terrace, your legs bare under the loose hem of your pale yellow mini dress, your lips pressed into a pout so full it was practically trembling. The breeze smelled like cypress trees and rose petals. But you weren’t enjoying it. You were in a mood.

Harry’s friends were over for lunch, Alessandro Michele, a few work mates, some art-world people you couldn’t be bothered to remember. They were all loud and laughing, passing around little glasses of limoncello and making fun of each other in that overly familiar way that made you feel like the youngest one in the room, which, to be fair, you were. Significantly.

You hadn’t wanted them here. You hadn’t wanted to put on this dress. You hadn’t wanted to sit through polite smiles and shared olives while Harry played the host. You wanted him. All of him. You wanted his lap and his fingers on your thigh and that low voice he used just for you, not the cheerful one he used for guests.

So you bratted.

You’d huffed when he asked if you were okay.

You’d kicked off your shoes with a sigh when Alessandro complimented them.

You hadn’t laughed at a single joke, even though you normally laughed at everything Harry said.

And when he asked you softly, just once, “Can you be a bit nicer, love?” you gave him a look like you might explode. You folded your arms. You pushed your little sunglasses up so they perched right on your head and ignored him.

Now Harry was watching you from the head of the table. Something about the way his jaw was set made your stomach flutter with nerves. You shifted your weight. Bit the inside of your cheek.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” he asked calmly.

The table fell quiet. You looked up, blinking. His voice wasn’t sharp. It was too gentle, too even. That was worse.

You looked around. Everyone was watching.

“Upstairs,” Harry added.

He didn’t wait. Just rose from his chair and headed toward the house.

You followed.

Quietly.

The bedroom door shut with a heavy click. The light from the window poured across the floor in a buttery stripe. You stood near the foot of the bed, your arms still crossed over your chest.

Harry turned slowly. His eyes moved over you, your dress, your bare legs, the stubborn tilt of your chin, as he folded his arms.

“What the fuck was that, bun?”

You looked away.

“I just— I didn’t feel like talking.”

“Didn’t feel like talking.” He repeated it like it tasted bitter. “You sulked through the whole afternoon. Made every person at that table uncomfortable. Me included.”

You sniffed. “They weren’t even talking to me.”

“Doesn’t matter. You know how it looked?” He stepped closer. You still wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Like I’ve got a spoiled little brat I can’t control.”

You bristled. “I’m not—”

“You are,” he said. “You are. Right now, you are. And you know what I do with spoiled little brats?”

Your lips parted, but no sound came out.

He was right in front of you now. You could smell the vanilla scent on his skin, the faint warmth of sweat from the sun. You looked up, and his gaze softened for a second, like he saw the little tremble in your lip.

Then it hardened again.

“Over the bed.”

“Harr—”

He raised a brow.

You turned.

The sheets were soft under your hands. Your dress was bunched up around your waist, your underwear tugged down to your thighs. You hated how quick the tears came, always did when he got serious like this.

His palm landed on your ass, sharp, sudden.

You jumped.

“You don’t get to embarrass me in front of people I care about,” he said calmly.

Another smack. Harder.

“You don’t get to sulk through an afternoon because I’m being a host.”

You sniffled. “I didn’t mean to—”

Another slap. “Yes, you did. You meant to. You do this when you don’t get what you want. And I’ve let you slide for weeks.”

You buried your face in the duvet. Your thighs trembled.

Harry’s hand came down again, slower this time, more deliberate. His rings left little warm imprints in your skin. You gasped, partly from pain, partly from shame.

“You’re not a little girl, baby,” he said softly. “You know how to behave.”

A whimper left your lips. You didn’t fight back now. Not even a word.

“You don’t talk to me like that,” he added. “Not when I’ve been patient. Not when I’m trying to include you.”

Another sharp smack.

“I love you, but I won’t tolerate disrespect.”

Your tears soaked into the pillow. Your lip quivered.

Then he leaned over you, fingers sliding over your hips. His touch, suddenly gentle, ghosted between your legs.

You were wet.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmured. “My poor, pretty baby. So full of attitude, but suddenly so obedient when I really punish you.”

You nodded quickly, crying harder.

“I know. I know you do.”

He rubbed you softly, just once, then pulled your panties back up and helped you sit on the edge of the bed. Your hands trembled. He knelt in front of you.

“Look at me.”

You did.

His thumb brushed your tear-slick cheek.

“You’re gonna go back down there,” he said gently, “and you’re gonna sit by me. You don’t have to be chatty, but you will be polite. Can you do that for me?”

You nodded.

He kissed your forehead.

“You’re my good girl now, yeah?”

Your voice was tiny. “Yeah.”

He stood. Straightened his shirt. Ran a hand through his hair.

You took a moment to breathe, wiping your eyes, your heart thudding hard in your chest.

The walk down the stairs felt like a dream. Your legs were still shaky. Your face was warm. The lump in your throat refused to disappear.

Harry took your hand as you stepped back onto the terrace. Everyone looked up, casual smiles, not prying. Maybe they thought he’d scolded you. Maybe they knew exactly what happened. You didn’t want to know.

Alessandro was the first to speak, “There’s my girl. You alright, bella?”

You gave a small nod. Managed a soft, “Yeah.”

Harry sat back at the head of the table and pulled you down into the chair beside him. His hand stayed on your thigh. His thumb traced slow circles. You leaned into his side, still trembling slightly.

Harry passed you a small glass of water. You sipped it without speaking.

He kept talking like nothing had happened.

But every time he glanced at you, his eyes were warm. Every time your fingers twitched, he gave them a reassuring squeeze.

The sun was slipping lower in the sky now, casting long shadows across the terrace. The conversations had picked up again. Alessandro was gesturing wildly about a new design, and two of Harry’s friends were bent over a chess board they’d found inside. Laughter hummed through the air.

But you were quiet.

Still curled into the seat beside Harry, still letting him rest his hand on your thigh. You hadn’t spoken more than a word or two since coming back down.

Harry hadn’t pushed. He was keeping you close, making sure your glass stayed full, brushing his fingers gently over your skin every few minutes. But he hadn’t really looked at you since you sat.

Now, he did.

And he saw it.

You weren’t pouting anymore. You weren’t bratting. But your eyes had that soft, glassy sheen, the one that came just before tears, when you were trying so hard to be brave and good.

He leaned in, lowering his voice near your ear.

“Baby,” he murmured. “You alright?”

You blinked up at him quickly, too quickly. Like you were trying to hide it

Your lashes were damp.

Harry’s heart squeezed. He slid his hand higher on your thigh and gave it a firmer squeeze, not in warning, but in apology.

“C’mere, love. Just a minute.”

You swallowed hard. Didn’t resist when he helped you up.

He didn’t say anything to the others. Just led you gently through the arched doorway into the house, down the hallway, and into the quiet, tiled bathroom near the guest room. The door clicked shut behind you, muffling the laughter and chatting from outside.

You stood still near the sink, arms wrapped around your stomach, the last shiver of shame curling inside you.

Harry stepped close, one hand cupping the back of your neck. The other smoothed down your back, all the way to your waist.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathed, “I didn’t give you what you needed, did I?”

You shook your head slowly, lips wobbling.

“I was just trying to handle it,” you whispered. “I was trying to be good…”

“You were good,” he said, pulling you gently into his chest. “You were so good for me, lovie. I should’ve taken care of you right away. That’s on me.”

The tears started. Quiet at first, soft sniffles pressed into the cotton of his shirt. You wrapped your arms around him, tight. He held you closer, hand stroking your hair, murmuring against the top of your head.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “You didn’t deserve to feel that way. You were overwhelmed, yeah? And I should’ve helped you come back down.”

You nodded quickly, pressing your face into his collar.

“I didn’t mean to ruin the evening…”

“You didn’t ruin a thing, baby. You’re my girl. I don’t care about a mood, I care about you.” He kissed your temple. “You’re allowed to feel things. I just needed to help you through them better. That’s my job.”

His voice was so soft, so steady. Like a hand stroking down your spine. You breathed in the scent of him, warm and familiar and safe.

“Does it still hurt?” he asked quietly, rubbing your lower back.

You shook your head. “No. Not really.”

“But you feel floaty?”

You nodded.

“Sad?”

Another little nod.

He held your face in both hands now, tilting your chin up gently. Your eyes were wet, nose pink.

“I’m gonna run you a bath after they leave,” he promised. “Warm water. I’ll stay with you the whole time. And then we’ll lie in bed and I’ll play with your hair until you fall asleep. You want that?”

Your voice was small. “Yes, please.”

He kissed your cheeks, first one, then the other, like sealing a promise.

“I love it when you’re like this.” he said

You hiccuped a little tearful laugh. “Why like this?”

“Because you let me see all of you,” he whispered. “And all of you is beautiful.”

You melted into him again, arms wrapping tighter.

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but daddy, i love him!! - liam lawson

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