#that cosplay fooled me for a second

[beenbaanbuun]

top hat and cane w/ arriba!mingi

words - i don’t know…

genre - smut

warnings - arriba!mingi, mean dom!mingi, degradation (slut, dumb), semi public masturbation, cane fucking (i’m so sorry), clothed sex, p in v, no protection, cum eating, choking kind of??, restraining kind of?????, cumming inside, please send help :D

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watching mingi fumble round the stage dressed as willy wonka wasn’t exactly something you found yourself attracted to

the man underneath was a different story

you quite often fumbled under mingi’s sharp gaze that stares you down like he’s a lion and you’re his prey

but the top hat and the cane? you’d have to pass up on that opportunity

at the end of the song he comes rushing off the stage in his usual mingi way; all gangly and sweet and with zero evidence of the persona he’d just been flaunting

but then his eyes land on you and he straightens up before strutting towards you

you feel the cold metal of his cane pressing against your chin and tilting your head up to look at him, and before you know it your mind is blank

he whips his sunglasses off and folds them up, trailing them down your neck to hook them over the neckline on your tshirt

you gulp as you feel his finger linger on the fabric for a few seconds, just tugging it down ever-so-slightly before releasing it

“what do we have here?” his voice has dropped an octave and it goes straight to your core

you squeeze your thighs together and hope he doesn’t notice

by the way he quirks his brow, you can tell he does

if you didn’t have a cane holding you in place, you’d have dropped your gaze by now but instead you have no choice but to let him stare you down

“pretty little thing, aren’t you?” he mutters as he lets his face dip in closer until his lips graze against your earlobe, “a dirty little slut by the looks of it too. you’re fooling no one, sweetie.”

his words completely numb your brain until all you can think is mingi, mingi, mingi again and again

but just as he forces your mind to take a nosedive into nothingness, he pulls away

his lips are gone, and the cane is gone, and all of a sudden your boyfriend is standing in front of you with his usual wonky grin

“i have to go back on stage soon, sunshine,” he pouts as he takes his hat off and places it gently on your head, “look after that for me until i’m finished, okay?”

and you nod, because there’s no way you can even begin to form a coherent sentence when your brain is still uselessly chanting his name

“good girl,” he giggles as he spins and passes you his cane before running off towards the stylists

you don’t watch the rest of the performance

you’re not sure you’ll be able to hold it together if you do

so instead you find an abandoned room somewhere backstage with nothing in it other than an old leather couch

you sit there, letting your short skirt lift up as you do so

your wet panties press directly against the leather, but you can’t find it in you to care about the mark it will inevitably leave

no, the only thing on your mind is the ache that sits low in your stomach

you could ignore it, but the longer you do the greater it gets

your clit is begging to be touched at this point, but you don’t know if you should

you don’t know how long you have left until the show is finished, and you have to be out front again to great your boyfriend and pretend that his stupid willy wonka cosplay hasn’t sent you spiralling into the depths of depravity

but judging by the noise outside, you assume that you maybe have 15 minutes until the show is over?

and you can be quick if you really want to

skip the self-foreplay and just go straight for the orgasm that you so desperately desire

with a sigh, you let your hand push your panties to the side and you relish the feeling of the cold air against your wet folds

you whine into the empty room as your fingers begin to rub against your slit, spreading the moisture up and down until you decide your clit is suitably lubed up

your fingers focus there next, rubbing gentle circles against the throbbing bundle of nerves that had been desperately begging for some relief ever since mingi called you a slut

he was kind of right, though

only a slut would be so desperately desperately playing with themselves in a public room, with a door that doesn’t even lock, on a sofa that isn’t theirs

the thought makes you moan, a mixture of anxiety and arousal bubbling up inside of you and causing your fingers to increase their pace

you’re quickly approaching your high, but it’s not enough

it’s on the tip of your tongue, but you can’t quite push yourself far enough to reach it

you need something inside of you

your eyes flicker to the side, landing on the cane

the head of it is a bulbous orb, and upon studying it for a few seconds, you reach the decision that it’s probably about the same width as your boyfriend’s cock

you whine at the thoughts rushing through your head, but before you can push them away, your idle hand is rushing forwards the grab the stem of the cane and pull it closer

the cold sphere is pressed to your core before you know it, and all it takes is a little pressure before it slips inside with a squelch

it’s cold and big, and it almost makes you squeal as you push it further inside, but god does it feel good

it stretches you open perfectly and you were right about it being the same size as mingi

it pushes at your gooey walls just like he does, and when it brushes against the squishy membrane that feels so fucking good, you finally let go

your orgasm is long and hard and leaves you deaf for just a few seconds

it would be fine, except for the fact that it means you don’t even notice the click of the door opening

“my, my,” a familiar voice grabs your attention and you turn your head quickly to where your boyfriend is shutting the door behind himself, “what do we have here?”

he walks to the corner of the room where an empty desk chair sits and grabs it

you watch as he takes it back the the door, using it to barricade the only way into the room

“dumb slut didn’t even make sure no one else would walk in,” he grunts as he turns to you, stalking closer and closer until he’s able to wrap a hand around your slack jaw, “although i bet you would’ve loved it wouldn’t you?”

you whimper as he crouches down just low enough to wrap a hand around the stem on the cane that still sits inside of you

he twists it once, letting it brush against your g-spot ever so gently

the way your eyes roll into the back of your head just makes him bark out a laugh

“you really were desperate, hm?” he tugs at the cane once more, pulling at it until he manages to completely pull it free

the ball glistens as your wetness coats it, dripping down it slowly

mingi studies it for a second before lifting it up to your face

“lick it clean,” he orders, “you messed it up so it’s your duty to clean it up, right?”

and you can’t argue with that logic, so you don’t

you let your tongue dart out and lick a stripe up the orb before fully wrapping your lips around it

you cheeks hollow out and you try your hardest to maintain eye contact with your boyfriend

but as you dip your head forward, the hat slips and covers your vision

you whine and lift your hand to take it off, but a sharp stinging sensation rings through it and you pull it back

“i thought i told you to look after that until i’m finished, slut,” he pushes it firmly back to where it sat before, “be a good girl and listen.”

mingi pulls the cane free with a pop

part of you expects him to just put it to the side and forget about it for a while as he fucks you into the couch

but instead you feel the thin base of it press against your chest as he pushes you back against the leather

it travels up to your chin so he can lift it once more

and when your eyes settle on his, all you can see is lust

pure, unadulterated lust

the cane retracts briefly, just long enough for mingi to undo his trousers and drop them along with his boxers

and then it’s back at your neck, only this time he’s holding it lengthways between his two hands and using it to pin you down

it’s gentle enough not to hurt you, but there’s still enough pressure for your breath to catch every time you inhale

“now, my little slut,” he grows as he straddles you, hard dick slipping against your folds, “use your pretty little hands and slip me inside, hm?”

you nod, well, as well as you can with a cane pressed against your throat

“y-yes, mingi,” you whimper as your hands go to grasp at the heavy appendage that’s leaking precum against your already stretched out hole

“good slut,” he spits out as you line him up so he can push inside, “let me fuck you just as good as my cane did. let me stretch you out and and fill you up, sweetie. it’s what little sluts like you deserve, isn’t it.”

he begins to thrust rhythmically into you, hips smacking against yours with such vigour and desperation that it reminds you of how you were playing with yourself not too long ago

it’s clear by his pants that he needs it just as bad as you do, and when his pace quickens, you realise that you are the cane in this situation

he’s just using you to get himself off, and fuck that’s hot

the thought makes you clench around him and he grunts loud and deep in response

“f-fucking play with yourself,” he says through clenched teeth, “wanna feel you c-cum around me, sweetie. always feels so good.”

and you do as he says as though it’s law

desperate fingers find your clit, just as they had earlier, and begin to rub sloppy circles against the wet bud

it’s still sensitive from your little self-pleasuring session and you can’t help the way your hips jerk up to meet his own

if his hands were free, you had no doubt he’d pin you down, but for now all he can do is glare

“did i say you could fucking move?” he says through gritted teeth, although the whine that follows it undercuts the domineering tone slightly, “f-fucking stay still or you won’t get anything.”

and you know that isn’t true - mingi’s never left you high and dry before, and you doubt the big softie is about to start now - but it still sends a wave of fear down your spine

sure, you’d already cum tonight, but there’s nothing wrong with being a little greedy

so you focus your mind on keeping your hips glued to the couch as you continue to chase the high that’s getting closer and closer

it happens a lot quicker this time, with an already sensitive clit and your boyfriend’s heavy cock pressing against your cervix again and again

before you know it, your body is quivering slightly and your walls are tightening against your boyfriend

the sensation makes his hips still against yours, and with a breathy moan, he releases his own load deep into you

the pressure of the cane is gone before you know it, quickly replaced by the pressure of mingi’s overgrown body as he lays down on top of you

his hand is quick to knock the top hat off of your head, and you watch as it bounces off of the couch, landing on the floor

fingers lace themselves within your hair and begin to rub against your scalp in a weird, half-hearted massage

“you did so well,” he finally mumbles against your ear, “such a good girl for me, sunshine.”

you nod, tiredly against his neck

“you were hot,” you mutter, “m’sorry i couldn’t wait for you to get here.”

he just chuckles

“you’re kidding, right?” he pushes himself up so he can see you properly, but you can’t help but whine at the loss of contact, “walking in on you fucking yourself with my cane was probably the hottest thing i’ve ever seen. i’ll be cumming to that memory forever.”

you giggle

“now come on, sunshine,” he slips out of you and stands up onto shaky legs, “let’s get you up and back to the hotel, okay? i need to take care of you and i’m sure as hell not doing it here.”

he pulls his pants back on and watches as you slip your panties back into place and smooth out your skirt

“good girl,” he whispers, “my good girl.”

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Mess at Con

Part 2 of my piece for @cloudcountry's Sweet Shroud Summer 2024 event!

That's right, a continuation of Mess in Chat >w^

Content; Gender-neutral reader, convention shenanigans

Word Count; 1.3 K

Please do not put my work into AI. If you would like to see more of my work check out my masterlist!

You didn’t have many plans for summer, and working whenever you could barely counted as ‘plans’ save for your extremely bare and somewhat depressing calendar that just had your schedule up. But, that had changed when you met your previously strictly online bestie in the flesh, so, hey, maybe the barren dates of your calendar would finally have something written on them besides Work: 9 - 6.

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess How’s that sunburn treating you?

You knew you were being a little shit, but hey, Idia didn’t wear sunscreen on your venture in the swan boat and he was paying the price. Maybe you should get him one of those oversized sun hats?

Gloomurai Are you enjoying yourself with my suffering?

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess Just a little bit >w^

You had been a bit shocked when you saw the infamously introverted Ignihyde housewarden at work only then to find that he was also Gloomurai. But, you were also kind of relieved that he was someone you knew and not some creep.

Gloomurai Despite the peeling skin, I had … fun

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess GASP! Hehehehe my ways are winning you over

Gloomurai Gremlin

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess And proud of it!~

You hovered your fingers over your keyboard, trying to think of something.

Idia had seriously gone out of his comfort zone agreeing to meet you — well, more like having the occasion thrown at him — and you wanted to hang out again. Grim was … okay company, and Ace and Deuce dropped by every so often to give you a migraine. It was nice having a calmer person around (even though ‘calm’ may not be the best descriptor, but compared to the other company you keep, Idia is calmer).

Gloomurai YOU SHOULD TOTALLY TAKE IDIA TO A CON!!! ORTHO- Sorry, ignore that PLEASE

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess Nuh uh

Gloomurai WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘NUH UH’?!

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess I mean NUH UH NOT IGNORING THAT (say hi to Ortho for me) … when’s the con? [convention right? anime? comics? Both?]

Gloomurai … both You don’t have to though-

You sighed knowing full well that Idia wanted you to go with him. 

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess Are you cosplaying anyone?

Gloomurai … I wasn’t planning on it …

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess COWARD! DISHONOURING THE SANCTITY OF THE CON! … I’m joking

You could almost imagine Idia flinching away from the screen from you ‘yelling’ at him, but you couldn’t help but teasingly ruffle his feathers.

Gloomurai I didn’t peg you as the type to be passionate about these things

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess Tsk tsk tsk YOU FOOL! I TAKE THESE MATTERS VERY SERIOUSLY! Plus, who else could stop you from spending Sevens knows how much money in artist alley?

Gloomurai So You actually want to come?

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess Y E S

Gloomurai It’s on Wednesday … where do you want to meet?

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess … I still live at the school, so Ramshackle works for me

Gloomurai F

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess That’s it No Grim privileges for you

Gloomurai NO WAIT GRIMMY-

You closed your laptop, trying to think of a low budget and preferable closet cosplay you could work with. Maybe you could snoop in the film club to see if they have any spare fabric or costumes that you could borrow? 

Low on funds and time, but when were you not? You would make this work.

…

…

Idia stood outside Ramshackle, yes, he could have waited in the nicely air conditioned car, but he felt weird about it. Fidgeting with his blue robes and wooden staff that was actually just foam, he waited.

He felt kind of bad at first, since making a cosplay last second is a hassle, but also because he felt like the outing was just thrown on you. After seeing how much you were shouting at him in chat though, Idia felt a bit better. He knew you were a nerd, after all, the two of you bonded online over a fairly popular anime adaptation of a manga.

Finally, you stepped out of the formerly dilapidated dorm, and Idia turned his head to look.

… you were both cosplaying characters from the same anime the two of you bonded over, him as the anxious magic user and you as the peppy paladin, complete with armour (thank you Film Club~). You guys didn’t even plan it out, which was weird but not too weird since you both kinda had brain rot about it.

“HA!” You exclaimed, adjusting the foam sword resting on your side, “we match!~”

Idia fixed the pointed ears he was wearing, “... I guess we do.”

Your face went serious for a quick moment. “You still don’t get to see Grim though.” You then flashed him a wink and got into the car — the faster you did that, the more likely that you didn’t waste time trying to find Grim and wasting time.

Idia pouted a bit but also got into the car, leaving a seat between you two. “I get dressed up with a wig, but no Grim,” he grumbled.

You sighed, “Next time.”

“Promise?”

You placed your fist over your heart, “I swear on my life.”

Idia just looked at you, most likely questioning his life decisions. “You’re weird.” Maybe they should be on the same weird list as Trey and Rook?

“Meh,” you shrugged. “That’s a compliment for me, plus,” you smiled at him, “it fits the character I’m cosplaying as!”

The rest of the ride was fairly quiet, but not an awkward quiet, more … content? Yeah, content. Plus, knowing how cons went back at home, this was about to be a very busy day.

…

…

Somehow, you had managed to lose Idia. You had stopped several other people who were cosplaying the same character but hadn’t managed to find him yet. 

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess Where are you?

You had been in the food court, tempted by the pizza but your soul had nearly left your body seeing the jacked up prices. You had been up and down the different voice actors meet and greets, but still nothing. You had even checked the bathroom lines and sat outside them for a solid ten minutes before calling that venture a quits.

There was no sign of Idia.

Finally, you got a message back.

Gloomurai … artist alley

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess … how much did you spend?

Message seen

“DON’T LEAVE ME ON READ!” You coughed, realizing that you had said that out loud. Taking a breath and ignoring your stomach that was starting to growl, you made your way to artist alley, where many a con goer had gone in saying they would spend nothing, only to leave with many a thing (totally worth it, support artists and small businesses, folks).

Finally, after nearly two hours of being missing in action, you found Idia, who was carrying a copious amount of bags.

“This is where you disappeared off to?” You crossed your arms over your chest and raised a brow in question.

Idia offered you a wobbly smile, offered his hand and then opened it. “I got us matching phone charms…”

In his hand were the characters you were cosplaying. Sighing a bit, you took the charm of his character. “I was just worried about you,” you mumbled, trying to put the cute charm on your ancient phone.

“Sorry-”

“Don’t apologise,” you grabbed some of the bags from him to lessen the load a bit. “But for my own well being, please do not tell me how much you spent today.”

Idia looked at the charm connected to his own phone and then looked back at you. “Deal.”

“However,” you said with a sly grin, “since you put me through so much anguish, you do owe me dinner.”

Idia huffed, but he was starting to get peckish too. “What do you feel like eating, my knight,” he said sarcastically.

You wiggled your brows, “Pizza. Convention pizza.”

“So, regular pizza but just with jacked up prices?”

“Yeah, basically.”

The two of you got your pizza, and proceeded to enjoy the rest of your day. You both managed to see the manga artist of the characters you were cosplaying as — yes, tears were shed — and made some good memories.The two of you were happy, and you were looking forward to filling your calendar with Idia Time, you even knew the perfect blue marker to use.

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Tags; @edith-is-a-cat, @eynnwwyjth, @inkybloom-luv, @ithseem, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[numberonelittlechild]

✨🩵Whiteboard Fox Doodle Dump Part 2💙✨

Alright peeps, there’s a second part of the doodles we made in Whiteboard Fox in few months ago! :D

Plus, I should have this to @jav-animations @innocent-angel-girl @pocket-watch-world @lil-bits-of-stuff & @bbsundae for being a part of Whiteboard Fox and I hope you guys like it!

Plus here’s all the doodles we made in Whiteboard Fox.

🩷Snuggles Pt. 2🩷

First panel: Me, Rosaline, Pocket with a little music box.

Second panel: Me, Locket, Kitty, bbsundae, Peppino & Trix.

Yeah, I haven’t been able to take a photo of these doodles by me and my friendos in Tumblr before… (U//3//U)

💞Me with my friendos in Tumblr💞

First panel: Me, Rosaline, Locket, Jav, Kitty and bbsundae with snake tongues.

Second panel: Me, Pocket, Lilly and Kitty are slurping up on Ler-Berry Slushies.

Third panel: Me, Rosaline, Lilly, & bbsundae chilling.

Forth panel: Smol Me, Locket, Kitty & Snake

Fifth panel: Our fake clones in a box.

Yeah, I love hanging out with those friendos in Tumblr too, and they are really getting along with me a lot… X3

🚓Me, my sister with the cops💖

First panel: Drawing of me, my sister and the cops

Second panel: Jack & John’s cosplay

Yeah, I really love those guys from Spooky Month, and they were like us, and they are like me, including my sister… XP

✨Huge Collaborations✨

First panel: My old rollercoaster collab with my friends in tumblr.

Second panel: Riding on Jack and John’s police car collab in Twitter.

Yep, that’s what I thought about those collaborations in twitter or from tumblr with my friends and joins in Whiteboard Fox… (^//3//^)

💛Jav after she leaves tumblr in February💜

Here’s what after she leaves out from tumblr, I hope you stay safe, and healthy and have some good memories with her… (0//^//0)

✨🪶More Tickle Doodles🪶✨

Yes, I really miss lots of tickle arts from tumblr but, it’s just so much fun to be able to draw lots of doodles, and stuff for everyone… (*_*)

💜Bonus💜

First Panel: Lilly and kitty are booping some users in Tumblr, in April fools for last month.

Second Panel: Me and Pocket’s reaction to Sm6 Hollow Sorrows.

Third Panel: Me and Rosaline expressions from a song: Pity Party.

Yep, I remembered that I posted the first doodle dump, from February for few months ago, I hope you like it, and thanks for your support!! :D

[amazingmsme]

IDK THE SHIP NAME BUT ANY HCS FOR RUTH X RICHIE !

THEY JUST CLICK SO WELL

(also they DEFINITELY have tkl fights like daily!! Richie almost always won.. but Ruth started getting more confident when they started dating….)

I think I remember someone telling me it’s “fucking nerds” & I love that, I think it’s so cute because I love the double meaning behind it

But they just vibe so well together! I love their playful bickering, & they feel like no one else gets them like they understand each other. I just love nerdy ass couples like this!

They are the most annoying pda couple EVER. You know those couples making out in the band hall during lunch? Yeah that’s them

They always do really cute couple cosplays & have to take turns picking what fandom/pairing they’re going as to the next con. They’d do this even before they started dating

Ruth insists that Richie be a gentleman & carry stuff for her. Richie acts like he’s annoyed but secretly he likes feeling helpful to her

He’s definitely pulled a few mean boyfriend pranks on her like pulling out her chair for her & yanking it away. They’re friends FIRST & dating SECOND

Ok but since I mentioned the pda thing, I have to say that they have way more tickle fights now that they’re together. Richie never gives Ruth a break & she doesn’t even try to hide how much fun she’s having anymore. At first she tried, but that sure as hell didn’t last long

Since starting dating, she’s started to really come out of her shell! She speaks up more boldly in group conversations, she’s not afraid to start tickle fights she still loses tho, & she even tries out for the next musical!

I wanna say Ruth worked up the nerve to ask Peter to ask Richie out for her on April Fools so she could still try & play it off like it was a joke. But Richie just shrugged like “yeah, sure” because he thought it really WAS a prank & he wanted to call her bluff lmao

But Peter gives him a serious look like “I’ll kick your ass if you make her cry” & Richie realizes he’s serious, which means Ruth was serious. & now he’s hit with a flood of thoughts like “oh shit do I actually like Ruth? Investigate” & realizes, yeah, he really does like her

[reidsaurora]

"Frankenstein" ~ S. Reid

Summary: It’s that time of the year again when the annual BAU Halloween party is fully underway. However, one Halloween lover isn’t acting exactly like himself, and his partner intends to find out why.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1,357

Content Warning: mentions of Spencer’s S9 neck injury, mild swearing, i think that’s it but as always, lmk if i missed something!

Genre: Fluff, i guess a lil hurt/comfort too

Extra Notes: EMMY WRITING AN ACTUALLY DECENT SUMMARY FOR ONCE??? I’M SHOCKED TOO TBH

Based On the Prompt: “Emotional Damage” - new scars (from 2022 Whumptober Prompts)

Originally Written: between 10/27/2022 and 10/29/2022

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold and @reidsbookclub 🫶🏻

Criminal Minds masterlist can be found here!

Whumptober masterlist/schedule can be found here!

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Spencer made his way down the stairs nervously, somehow hoping to avoid his partner, or at least avoid her opinion of his impromptu Halloween costume change.

Unfortunately, she noticed immediately. After all, she’d been putting together her Bride of Frankenstein costume for weeks, what with perfecting her makeup and spending hours thrifting the perfect dress.

“Now, where is your costume?” she sassed, hands on her hips.

He pouted, his lips scrunched tight together. “This is my costume,” he answered, fidgeting with the ends of his scarf.

“Spence, we’ve been talking about going as Frankenstein and his Bride for months now,” she reminded him. “Why are you recycling your Doctor Who costume?”

“First of all, it’s a cosplay, not a costume,” he rebutted, his hands flying to his own hips.

She huffed lightly, “Sorry, my bad. Cosplay.”

“Second of all,” he continued, “this just feels more like me.”

One of her eyebrows cocked upward. She saw right through him. “You begged to be Frankenstein this year and now all of a sudden, you wanna go as the Sixth Doctor?”

“It’s the Fourth Doctor,” he whined, a frown pulling his lips downward.

“Look, I don’t care if you’re supposed to be the Millionth Doctor, you aren’t fooling me, Spencer Walter Reid. I’ve known you since we were cadets. I know when you’re lying.”

“Nuh-uh!” His tone sounded similar to a four-year-old who’d be accused of stealing candy.

His partner saw past all of this though. She noticed the way he tugged at his scarf, pulling it the teeniest bit tighter around his neck. She noticed the saddened, almost embarrassed look in his eyes, and suddenly understood his behavior.

“Spencer,” was all she had to say before he was coming undone. Every bottled up tear he’d been holding in throughout the day suddenly slid down his cheeks.

Spencer didn’t say anything, he couldn’t. He just sat down on the bottom stair and cried nearly silent into his palms. His body shook as sobs wrecked him, every ounce of insecurity attempting to shed its way out of his body through his tears.

She silently sat down beside him, her white dress cascading down the floor. “I know it’s hard to take me seriously when I have this giant ass wig on my head,” she started, managing to earn herself an amused sniffle from the man beside her, “but it would help me immensely if you’d tell me what’s going on in that big, smart, and evidently, sad brain of yours.”

He looked up, finally making eye contact with her again. “I don’t want anyone to see my new scar,” he answered, tears stilling on the edges of his bottom lids.

Her hand slid up to his hair, brushing through those signature cinnamon-brown curls of his. “Spencer, if there’s one thing I’ve learned throughout my many years as an insecure woman, it’s that no one is paying attention to any of your flaws, even the thing you think is your biggest imperfection.”

“But what if they say it’s ugly? Or what if they think it’s scary?”

Her arm wrapped around the back of his shoulders, pulling him close to her side. “Spencer, if anyone says anything, I’ll kick their ass. Because that—getting shot in the neck and living to tell the tale—is possibly the most badass thing you’ve done in your whole career. And trust me, babe, you’ve done some pretty badass things.”

He wiped away the remaining drops of water as his cries stilled, managing to choke out a chuckle as he settled into his lover’s embrace.

“But if I have to be honest, I doubt anyone will say anything. It’s just the BAU and their partners. The worst that could happen would be Rossi making some sort of offhand comment and, while I'm not trying to make excuses for Rossi’s demented sense of humor, you know he means well.”

Spencer looked to the floor, fidgeting with his hands. “Are you sure no one will say anything? He whispered, just barely loud enough for his lover to make out his words.

She tapped a finger against her chin, racking her brain for some way to help him through his insecurity. Suddenly, an idea popped into her brain, almost like a light switch being flipped. “Oh, my goodness. Why didn't I think of this sooner?”

He looked back up, eyes filled with curiosity. “What?” he asked, his voice rumbling with the remnants of his previous cries.

“What is one of Frankenstein’s monster’s most memorable features?” she inquired, arms crossed tight in front of her chest.

Spencer’s eyebrows ruffled together as he analyzed her question. “His green skin?”

She giggled, “Well, yes, but what about his neck?”

His eyes lit up as he figured out what she had reference to. “His bolts and stitches!”

She nodded with a small hum. “I could draw on some stitches with some makeup and cover up your scar, if that’s what you’d like.”

He nodded with a half-smile, his eyes crinkling near the corners. “I’d like that a lot.”

That was how Spencer ended up on the bathroom counter, swinging his legs back and forth as his girlfriend decorated his face and neck with green face paint and eyeliner.

“Are you sure no one’s gonna think it’s scary?” he fretted. “I mean, what if JJ brings Henry? You don’t think it’ll scare him off, do you?”

“Spencer,” she sighed, dabbing at the makeup on his neck, “I have never seen someone who adores you as much as Henry. I doubt you’ll have anything to worry about.”

Still, Spencer internally worried, his stomach bubbling with anxiety with every second that the party got closer.

His apprehension only became worse as he and his partner made their way up the stairwell to Penelope’s apartment. His girlfriend’s fingers interlocked tightly around Spencer’s as the two wandered their way into Penelope’s apartment, their ears immediately being overtaken by The Clovers’ Love Potion No. 9.

The stampers of tiny feet were barely heard over the music as an all-too-excited Henry made his way over to the couple. “Uncle Spencer!” he shouted with a smile, showing off every tooth in his mouth.

“Henry!” Spencer exclaimed, bending down to the five-year-old’s level. His lover subconsciously noticed his anxiety melting away as he interacted with the boy, a smile sitting lightly on her face.

The boy shook his head. “I’m not Henry tonight, Uncle Spencer. I’m a lion.”

Spencer nodded in understanding, holding in a small chuckle. “Oh, well in that case, you can call me Uncle Frankenstein tonight.”

Henry’s eyes wandered over Spencer, taking in every detail of the man’s costume. As he looked over Spencer’s face paint, his eyes twinkled like stars in the night sky. “Woah!” he nearly screamed, leaning in for a better look. “Those stitches on your neck are super cool, Uncle Frankenstein!”

Spencer looked over to his partner, who simply gave him an “I told you so” grin. She watched as the two interacted, chatting for a moment about their costumes.

After a moment of Henry being absolutely mesmerized by Spencer’s makeup, he stepped away. “I’m gonna find Mommy and Dad- I mean,” he corrected himself, “Mama Dorothy and Daddy Tin-Man. I’m hungry.”

Spencer stood up, chuckling deeply as the boy ran off toward his parents, who were happily chatting with Penelope, who was dressed as quite possibly the prettiest fairy anyone had ever seen.

Suddenly, a hand made its way to the curls near Spencer’s neck. He turned, looking over the smile that still sat on his lover’s lips.

“See? What did I tell you?” she giggled, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

He sighed, leaning into her embrace. “I guess I owe you an apology.”

Her eyebrows furrowed together. “For what?”

“For worrying all the time.”

She shook her head with a giggle. “You wouldn’t be Spencer without it.”

He huffed lightly, a half-smile making its way to his lips. “I suppose you’re right about that,” he said, leaning down for a quick kiss. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” she smiled, her hand still tangled in his curls, “all part of the job, Uncle Frankenstein.”

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So... this was supposed to be up Saturday?? Obviously that did not happen 💀

I feel like I owe you guys a little bit of an explanation for what happened during Whumptober.

So, I guess the easiest way to explain it would be health problems? I know that seems to be what I always say but I genuinely have had some of the worst fatigue, which led to brain fog, which lead to unproductivity, which led to me not finishing Whumptober on time.

However, as I stated on my Stranger Things blog (@honeysuckleharringtons) I will be posting the rest of the Whumptober fics in due time. I have a lot of plans for the month of November (what with nanowrimo starting and a ✨️secret surprise✨️ for you guys) so they may not all be posted this month. Some of them may end up getting posted in December.

Anyway, to make a long story short, I do apologize for getting behind again but I promise, you guys will be getting the rest of the Whumptober fics 🫶🏻

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[ithaquaisnothuman]

I should like introduce myself,

Hi you can call me itha cause I’m not creative enough to come up with a name to use on here and I have issues.

I’ve been playing idv since season 8 (i think i know i have the second anniversary portrait and my friend who introduced me to the game has been playing since launch day)

I’ve played pretty off and on and switched accounts at one point. I’m probably not gonna put my account name out here so dont ask

My mains change a lot but i play both hunter and survivor but only really rank hunter

Hunter mains (in order of most to least played)

Nightwatch

Fools gold

Photographer

Survivor mains (in order of most to least played)

Prospector

Enbalmer

Novelist

Gravekeeper

Batter

I don’t know what this blog will be there might be the occasional fanart or serious deep dive into a character I might post infodumps about character lore (please ask me to explain a characters lore its like my favorite thing bonus points if its ithaqua or aesop) also the occasional shit post whatever I’m feeling in the moment

Other info about me:

-aromantic asexual

-trans masc (he/him but i dont mind they/them)

-ive never used tumblr before (I don’t know what I’m doing :D)

-I do cosplay occasionally but I wont be posting it because I don’t want to show my face (my next cosplay will be norton)

-I’m in a billion other fandoms

-I only speak english attempting to learn german

-I only play mobile because I couldn’t get idv to work on my laptop and I gave up

-I don’t have that many skins because I���ve never spent money on the game I have like 1 essence limited s tier and its ivys my luck is terrible

[faetaiity]

I fricking love your dark au just hooked me like a fish out of the water. And it's got me thinking how would all the dark Bois react if say reader was dino mutant ? Like since In the show a garden guy touched a plant and got mutated would that mean maybe touching ancient fossils do the same ? Can be any dino you want :). Ps wishing you nothing but good days and vibes remember to take breaks ,eat and drink water also sleep! Don't pull a Donnie

Okay! So, I made the reader a Siamosaurus which is this (yeah, it's related to the Spinosaurus)! you don't have to keep the colors, make them whatever u want!!!

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Similar to the Bat reader who is endangered, a Dinosaur reader would get Draxum's attention, except intensified 200x

Now, you’re a lot more dangerous than other mutants, Draxum realizes this.

Sending all four turtles probably wouldn’t be too effective, so he hired five foot clan members to help the turtles

When the turtles find you, they hesitate for a minute

YOU. ARE. MASSIVE.

You’re at least 7 ft tall, 8-inch talons, large, serrated teeth that look like they would make quick work of cracking a turtle's shell

The turtles and foot clan warriors attacked you quickly, they weren’t fools, having all of them attack you unsuspecting would definitely work in their favor.

However, what they didn’t expect is for you to bolt to the river and hide in it

Even if turtles are decent swimmers, they would be out of their element by whole-ass MAGNITUDES.

The minute a foot clan wades in the water is when you strike, similar to an Alligator or Crocodile, you crush them between your jaws and drag them deeper into the water, the only remains that there ever was a foot clan member was blood tainting the water red

Everyone hesitates, none of them want to go into the water, it was a death sentence, they weren’t the sharpest other than Donnie, but they weren’t stupid either

Donnie switches through his Bo staff, turning into a tranquilizer gun, however, he doesn’t have bait

Looking over at the foot clan members, he makes an executive decision, grabbing one of them and tossing them into the river, causing you to strike at them

Donnie takes aim and shoots you with the tranq dart, causing you to thrash wildly

Donnie signaled Raph to muzzle you with rope, which he quickly did, struggling a bit due to your thrashing

You ended up succumbing to the Tranquilizer a few seconds later, passing out

Waking up later was wild, there was this giant goat bastard who looks like he was trying to badly cosplay as Baphomet.

Growling at him, you flared the feathers on your head, trying to get up but feeling resistance, your neck, muzzle, and tail were secured with metal restraints

He seemed to scoff, the two gargoyles on his shoulders seemed to stare at you in disbelief.

“You are an odd specimen, I knew the Mutagen would mutate people into plants, but never extinct creatures!” you snarled at his words, thinking about all the ways you would mutilate and dismember this fucker

He walked around you before stopping, you glared at him, before he jabbed you with a syringe, you started thrashing, attempting to get out of the restraints, even if it was just your tail that was freed, you would see it as a win

Luckily your legs and arms weren’t restrained, so you forced yourself up, causing your neck restraint to creak before it broke off at the bolts, Draxum stepped back in shock, marveling at your strength

You were able to slip your muzzle restraint off, due to it not being tight, allowing you to open your mouth a bit, the only thing that made it so you couldn’t slip out of the muzzle and thrash your head around was the neck restraint, you snapped over to your tail restraint and bit it off

Getting up, you eyed Draxum up and down, He, seeming to understand the dire situation that was unfolding, started summoning those weird pink vines to capture you again, you were quicker though, bolting off and running out of his lair

Running right back into those four turtles.

They looked at you for a second, as if trying to verify that you were real and snapped into an attack position

You snarled at them, looking at your options, you were surrounded by two sides, however, the water around Draxum’s lair seemed to be a decent way out, you breathed in deeply and jumped into the deep water, swimming down into the watery abyss, the water was warm, but not boiling.

Draxum, Leo, Donnie, Mikey, and Raph looked into the water before Donnie made his usual smartass comment

“I am NOT going into the water to get that thing back” Draxum nodded, he was told about how deadly you were in the water, how you singlehandedly took out two high rank foot clan members before Donnie subdued you.

“Find him later, then” Draxum replied bluntly, before walking back into his Laboratory ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Not my finest work but I tried ;v;

[teddyqd]

POV 👀

YAAAAY YIPPEEEE this got so long but have 1.2k of Sam yelling at a fandom teen <3

POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

Mr Crowe’s eyes rove over the lake of fans with this unplaceable emotion in them. It’s almost like he’s not all here, seeing something other than a group of people desperate to hang off his every word. I raise my hand a little higher, waving my immaculately crafted, one-of-a-kind replica of the intricate Redshifter above my head in hopes that it’ll catch his attention. There’s a moment where it seems like he’s going to point to me, when instead he indicates yet another scruffy-haired guy in a graphic tee. It isn’t even official merch. But it’s fine. It’s alright. There’s still plenty of Q&A time left. I lower the flashing rifle back onto my lap and try to pay attention. They’re talking about something to do with his short story collection from a couple of years ago. It’s interesting, but hard to hear, what with the awful mic that keeps popping in and out, and the rushing of blood in my ears.

Mister Crowe. Thank you for your work. I have a question about what inspires you. Why do you write? I rehearse the question over and over, so much so that I nearly miss when the current speaker sits down and they call out for questions again. I stand up almost too fast, whacking my knee on the chair in front of me. The mum sitting there (clearly dragged here by her kid) glares at me venomously as I mouth an apology and grimace before looking back up towards Mr Crowe and the host. As I stare up, scared to blink, the question morphs in my mind. I can barely keep a hold on it for a second. Mister Crowe. Thanks for all you’ve done. I wanted to ask about your inspirations. Why do you write? Mister Crowe, your work saved my life, thank you. My question’s about why you write. What inspired you to start? Mister Crowe, sometimes it feels like your work was made to invite people in. It feels like you wrote it for me to make a home in. How? Why? Mister Crowe, do you feel as at home in the worlds you create as I do?

“You,” his weird accent draws the word into two syllables, “In the Redlight cosplay.” That could be anyone. I’ve seen, like, five Redlights today, “Nice Redshifter.” I’m the only one with the Redshifter, though. Given its complex design, most people opted for the sleeker (if canon inaccurate) Greenshifter. A shock runs down my spine as the mic is passed down the row. I’m sure I look like a deer in the headlights as it drops into my hands.

“Hi.” Oh, god, my voice is loud. What the fuck was my question? All I can think is that I’m talking to Carrion Crowe, and I’m making a fool of myself in front of Carrion Crowe, and Oh god is that what my voice sounds like?

“Hi.” He’s looking right at me. Well, no, he’s looking at the top of my head, but I think that’s about as close as he gets to looking someone in the eyes, “What’s your name?”

“S- Skye!” I blurt, trying to will my cheeks not to burst into flames, “I’m Skye. I- I, uh, named myself after your character. My, my question is… I wanted to ask, because… It just feels like… Sorry. I’ll start again.” His eyes flick to the clock on the wall of the shop, then back to me, then away to another cosplayer. I take a deep breath and force my anxiety down. Just for 20 seconds, then I can shake it all out. I can do that much, “The thing is, your stories feel really real. Even though, of course, they’re not. It’s just that they’re like another actual world. Somewhere where me and, I think, a lot of people have found a home. And I was just wondering… Why do you write like that? Or, maybe it’s better to ask how?“

That gets his attention. He stops fidgeting, stills entirely actually, and looks at me with an expression I can’t read. There’s a long silence, and I’m sure I’ve somehow put my foot in my mouth and I’ll have to excommunicate myself from the fandom before I’m cancelled for bringing a downer on the first Q&A that Mister Crowe’s done since he was a debut author. I’m already mentally drafting my grovelling apology post when he finally speaks.

“It’s funny you say it’s not real. It is. To me, at least.” His voice wavers in a way it hasn’t for the other questions he’s answered. Gone is the flat affect machine-gun essayist speaking about Ga’al reproduction, and in its place is a flighty, airy voice and focused eyes, “You and I live in, ah, different realities. Our experiences, the ways in which our realities are shaped, are different. And so are our perceptions. Even if you came into my head, saw through my eyes, we’d still be seeing different things. Take colours, for example. It is impossible for us to know, beyond reasonable doubt, that what you and I call ‘red’ is broadly the same.” He’s speeding up, now. He stabs a finger at the poster behind him, at that iconic tricolour streak that blasts from the engines of the Galaxyhopper, “Most of the time, that doesn’t really matter. Your red is my blue, but we both know what to call each colour to communicate what we mean, so to speak. But… Sometimes it slips. I’ll describe red as, god, I don’t know, the colour of joy. And you’ll say, what, no, that’s the colour of sadness! And that’s the gap we can’t cross. I can’t describe to you in any real way what my red looks like, not in a way that you’ll be able to map onto your red and see the differences.”

Someone next to me coughs, and I can hear murmuring from further back rows. The mum in front of me has looked up from her phone to stare at Mr Crowe. The mic is cold in my hands as he continues to ramble.

“It’s not a perfect metaphor, I’ll admit to that much. What I’m- What I’m trying to say is that these books are my world, my reality, my attempt to translate the untranslatable. To transmit it from my mind to everyone else’s, and you need to understand that I will never do it right, okay? It will never be what I see, and you all,” and he’s looking directly at me now, his eyes wide and wild and angry, “Will never truly understand. Does- Does that answer it? What was the fucking question again?”

All of a sudden, all of that energy leaves him, and he looks like a deflated balloon. It’s only when the person next to me gently nudges me that I realise I’m still holding the mic to my mouth. I manage to eke out a thank you before shoving the mic into someone else’s hands and picking my way out of the audience, towards the exit. My heart hammers in my chest, and my head is filled with fog. The words replay in my mind, the way he was so possessive in calling it his world, the venom in his words as he told me I’d never understand it, not really. Fuck. Never meet your fucking heroes.

[2dkapsddr]

March 31st, 2024 - ProSeka, Arcaea, TAKUMI, maimai, DDR A20 PLUS

alas, as they all say, all good things must come to an end. as much as i've enjoyed the con so much and all my time here, it was almost time to go. what i enjoyed here would be the last i enjoyed, as we all prepared to bid our farewells to the event by its end time at 5 PM PDT. but first, a word from my arcaea and proseka scores from yesterday that i couldn't fit into this post due to hitting the 30 image limit in tumblr posts!! they're nothing special, really, but i wouldn't be keeping in spirit of the account if i didn't include them. so here, a quick expert 26 AP and a Rise of the World FTR-10 EX!

alright, now back to the con. i mostly stuck with my friends as we got there before the artist valley opened somehow, and we hung around that area until they had to go get some things signed by their favorite VAs. while we were waiting for the doors to open, i checked out takumi cubic for their april fools joke of the year and got my friend to hold my phone while i played one of the chart lab charts (the one for freedom dive where it's just the insanity chart but all trace notes). sadly though, his holding SUCKED and i ended up getting two misses even though i should've gotten NONE!!!

meanwhile, being abandoned and left to roam the arch building on my own, i got the thought: since all the rhythm game tourneys were over now, wouldn't maimai finally be free from that huge crowd? sure enough, once i got up to the right level and up to the cabs, the next spot in line was free! (save for one single person waiting, who i could partner up with to get an extra song anyways). i logged in to the cab for the second time ever, nodded to my play partner (who was logging in for the first time and suffering all the new content notifications) and got warmed up for the maimai experience:tm: which was INSANELY FUN!!! god i wish i had maimai access anywhere near me . alas, we can't have good things (or at least Every good thing)

finished with that, i try and track down my friends who finally got their autographs and wanted to play DDR in the moment. i was down to play DDR EXTREME PRO, which i haven't even experienced properly before, but they wanted to play DDR A20 PLUS there which was fine anyways. i let them play first since i was moreso interested in playing at round 1 by myself, but i gave in to the temptation and played some sets with each one (except my friend's sister) and fucking DESTROYED them oh my GOD . here's a snapshot of some of the scores, i have a video of me playing tiger rampage CSP-17 (in cosplay of course) but i still have to get it from my friend who recorded . nevertheless, here's the goodies! (there's some other scores i took pictures of that were sweet accomplishments from my friends, but i won't share them here for obvious reasons. anything AA or above is my side)

after that, we transferred over to the summit building and walked around some of the stalls before we bid farewell to the con, as it was closing 45 minutes after a reservation we had at the cheesecake factory. it was bittersweet, even if i wasn't at my most hype at first, and i'll very dearly miss it. but while we were waiting for our food at the cheesecake factory, i played last year's april fools chart for renda joceky for shits and giggles!! (it went horribly)

after eating, we went back home via the link trains and said our farewells at each house as this unforgettable experience came to a close. i'll miss it... but now that i was home, i could enjoy the all-new april fools charts guilt-free!!! (just arcaea's prank) (i didn't have enough progress in any other rhythm games on this phone)

and so, the extra-long post saga comes to an end. unless i attend some other event with a lot to talk about, i'll keep the rest of these posts short as i want to conserve both my time and sanity for actual important stuff like homework instead of writing summaries of my rhythm game scores that no one really reads. man . 'til next time though!

[artzychic27]

Miracleverse: Null’s Adventures: Chapter 2, part 3

The arrow’s power was so strong, that Null was attacked, and sent flying away, until he hit the Eiffel Tower.

“Ouch… if I had a nickel for every time that I landed on the Eiffel Tower… I would have 5 nickels… which isn’t much, but it’s weird it happened so much” the axolotl spoke to himself.

He was laid there for quite some time. Usually, he would have recovered in seconds, but Axell was tired, which made Null tired.

“Hey, are you okay?” someone asked. The axolotl opened his eyes, and he saw the famous Scarlet Beetle and Ikati Black.

“Yeah… I already went through worse” Null said, accepting their help to get up.

“Look… I need to talk to you two later. A lot to explain, and a lot to ask, but, as long as that Spinel Cosplay is terrorizing the town, we shouldn’t focus on that” the axolotl explained. When the other two were about to say something, a fourth person joined the talk.

“The name is Karma, edgy boy” Karma said angrily, finally presenting himself for the heroes. With his bow still in hand, he prepared another attack.

“Not this time, man!” Scarlet Beetle said, throwing his yo-yo at the villain’s direction. In a matter of seconds, though, this self-proclaimed vigilante grabbed the yo-yo.

Then, he started to spin the ladybug hero on the air. Each time he spined it, it got faster and faster and faster, until Scarlet Beetle hit the tower.

“What? Don’t like Spinning Wheels?” Karma asked on an acidic tone.

“We prefer scratching here!” Ikati Black said, jumping and scratching the vigilante’s left side of the face.

Karma retaliated by using his right arms to push the cat hero back to the tower. Not only that, but, after being scratched on the face, his body was covered by threatening spikes, and his nails became claws.

“Is it just me, or this guys just grew spikes?” Scarlet Beetle asked, confused by this villain’s powers.

“It seems like he has the power of getting uglier and uglier” Null commented with a pinch of venom.

As soon as he said that, though, Karma’s spikes got covered by a red energy.

“Fools. All of your bad actions towards me, only make me stronger!” the villain said with a wicked laugh. He stuck his claws on the tower, and started to cover it with his energy.

The three heroes, knowing that it was definitely not safe to stay there, jumped into the direction of the buildings.

They were proven right by the tower starting to smoke and melt when the energy dissipated.

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The trio managed to find themselves a safe place to watch the situation and make a plan.

“Alright, we definitely need a plan” Null stated.

“Definitely. This fight will not be simple. Any attempt and hurting him will only make him stronger. And, unlike stoneheart, who only grew with physical damage, any kind of damage makes Karma stronger. And it seems like there is no limit to the number of powers he can have” Ikati Black agreed.

“I guess its time for a bit of luck, right?” Scarlet Beetle suggested. The feline hero giggled, but the axolotl just rolled his eyes.

“Lucky Charm!” the bug hero screamed, activating his special power. When the magical ladybug’s disappeared, the objected was revealed to be… a sheet of paper.

“A guide to how to apologize to your friends” Scarlet Beetle said, reading the content on the sheet.

Null was clearly disappointed.

“You got… to be kidding me” the axolotl complained. That sheet was one of those guides they would distribute in schools to teach kids basic social interactions.

“I don’t think so… the lucky charm never fails. Any idea of what that means, Scarlet?” Ikati Black asked.

“Well… maybe the Lucky Charm is telling us that the best way to solve the situation is convincing Logan to apologize to Adrien!” Scarlet Beetle suggested.

“It makes sense… if Karma gets stronger with each bad action towards him… maybe a good action will make him weaker!” the feline hero stated.

Null hated the idea, though.

“Of course, typical rich kid behavior. Make a big fuss, cause chaos, only stopping when you get what you want” the axolotl scoffed.

The duo was confused by that phrase.

“What are you talking about?” Scarlet Beetle asked.

“As far as I understood, this Adrien boy got akumatized because this Logan said some truths, and, just like every other rich brat, he didn’t handle it. So, he got akumatized to force the boy to take back what he said, because his ego is so fragile, he can’t handle a simple critique” the axolotl explained his dissatisfaction.

The heroic duo’s expressions changed from confusion to indignation.

“Dude, where the hell you made all of this up?” the ladybug hero asked.

“I have my fonts” Null answered, believing that they were questioning him about how he knew so much about the situation.

Considering this duo actually went to Dupont, they probably had seen the whole scene and were confused by how this third party also knew.

“Well, then your font is one hell of a liar” the feline hero said, clearly losing his patience. The axolotl furrowed his eyebrow.

“What happened is that Logan was rude to some kids, Adrien tried to defend him, and this brunette started spitting offense after offense for no reason!” the ladybug hero continued.

“He judged Adrien without even knowing him! Look, there are awful rich people here in Paris: Chloe, the Austins, and probably many more! But Adrien isn’t like that!” Ikati Black exclaimed.

“It’s true, he is just a boy trying to make friends and have a nice year at school. Gosh, he already had to go through enough fake and mean people at parties and events. Let the boy breath! Sheesh!” Scarlet Beetle continued.

Null wanted to say something… he really did, but no matter how hard he tried, the words wouldn’t leave his mouth.

And then, he finally noticed that, in this situation, he ended up being the villain. He was being as awful to those people as his classmates were to him back home.

“I am such a hypocrite” the axolotl said to himself, putting his hand on is face.

“Time to give Adrien an apology” Null continued. The heroic duo was a bit lost by all of that.

“Colors fade” the axolotl said, transforming back into Logan. Scarlet Beetle and Ikati Black were with their mouths open.

“Look… there is a lot to talk about, but, right now, I have no time to explain it. Midnight, meet me at the Eiffel Tower, alright?” Logan asked.

The other two, still processing everything, just nodded. They were too speechless to have a proper reaction.

The brunette got down from the building, that fortunately wasn’t that tall and had a ladder, and stood firmly on the ground.

“I am here, Karma. No need to go after anyone else!” Logan screamed, calling the villain. Heavy steps started approaching the brunette, and the ground started to tremble.

“Well, well, well. The coward finally revealed himself” Karma said, menacingly approaching him.

“Are here to pay for all you did?” the villain asked. This time, he summoned a sword. It was clear he was ready to finish everything.

“I am here to talk!” Logan retorted. They stood in silence for a few seconds.

“What are you waiting for? Just speak, then” Karma said.

“I don’t want to talk to you. I want to talk to Adrien” the brunette explained. The villain scoffed.

“Do you think I am that dumb to fall for that?” Karma asked.

“Did you notice that, by denying my request, you are proving that my previous statements were right?” Logan asked, trying to convince his enemy into detransforming.

“I don’t have to prove anything to you!” Karma raged, going back to his violent approach. He started to get closer and closer while clinging to his sword.

‘That was a rash move’ the brunette thought to himself.

“Okay, but, what about the other people?” Logan asked, thinking on a new strategy.

“What about other people?” the villain asked, clearly confused.

“Ever since you got akumatized, you destroyed a bathroom, caused damages to a school and almost melted the Eiffel Tower… you didn’t hurt anyone, but you very much could have” the brunette said.

“You keep saying that you are Karma, and that people get what they deserve, but, you have been causing problems to many people. And if you continue, you will cause many more!” Logan exclaimed.

“This is not ‘Karma’! It’s revenge!” the brunette shouted.  Karma was taken a back by such statement.

Until that moment, the rage and resentment that filled the akumatization had blinded his vision until the present moment.

But now, he actually reflected on everything he did, and he arrived at the conclusion that this boy that he criticized so much was…

“Right. You are… right about this. All this destruction… it is not what karma is…” Karma said, finally seeing how reckless his past actions were.

A purple mask, however, appeared in front of the villain. It seemed like Monarch wanted to convince him otherwise.

“Sorry, Monarch, but nothing you say will convince otherwise” Karma spoke. He started to struggle and focus a lot, worrying Logan a lot about what it could mean. But then, to his shock, the villain managed to break free from Monarch’s control!

The akuma left the body and started to fly away. Scarlet Beetle captured it and used his powers to fix all the damages from Karma’s attack.

Adrien, now, was panting on the ground, trying to catch his breath.

Logan offered his hand to help him get up, something that the blonde boy accepted. However, as soon as Adrien got up, the brunette dropped his hand abruptly.

He was still clearly uncomfortable by the boy’s presence.

“Sorry for judging you and your friends without actually having the bigger picture about how you guys actually are. It was wrong for me to do that, and, I assure you I won’t be doing that again in the future” Logan spoke.

Still, that didn’t seem enough for the rich boy.

“Why, though?” Adrien asked. The brunette had a hard time thinking on an answer that didn’t reveal any important information but was also honest.

“Look, Mr. Agreste, I went through… a lot in the past year. I found out how cruel, fake and selfish people can actually be, and how giving someone your trust, backfires awfully. I know you and your friends have nothing to do with that, but… I can’t bring myself to let my guard down to anyone” Logan answered.

“You don’t have to understand it, if you don’t want to. But I do ask for you to respect it, just like how I will respect you and your friends from now on” the brunette asked.

The rich boy simply nodded, knowing that there was no point on trying to continue that talk.

Both bid farewell and went their own ways…

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“Wings fall”

Nathaniel had a lot of things in mind… but most of them were doubts about this new hero that appeared out of nowhere.

“Nooroo… who the heck was that new hero? Like, where does he come from? Did he receive his miraculous like? Did…” the artist started asking non-stop.

“Nath, calm down please. I swear I will explain everything, but you need to calm down first” the moth kwami asked.

Nathaniel gave a deep breath, closed his eyes, and relaxed his elbows.

“Well… I wasn’t sure in the beginning, but, during the fight I became sure… that was the holder of the axolotl miraculous” Nooroo explained.

“Axolotl?” the artist asked, both because he didn’t know this miraculous existed, and because people rarely talked about this animal.

“Yes… the Axolotl miraculous is the most powerful miraculous, because it lets you go to different parallel universes” Nooroo told his holder, leaving him astounded.

“Unlike the rest, the axolotl miraculous works differently. It isn’t on any box, because the holders are chosen directly by the kwami” the moth kwami continued.

“But, considering the axolotl of our universe has been put away after the past holder getting trapped inside a television for playing with the powers (*cough* Amanda the Adventurer *cough*), I am sure that this holder is from somewhere else” Nooroo said, finishing his explanation.

“That’s… just… wow” the artist said, unable of putting in words his feelings.

“That’s not the last part, though… the kwami of the Axolotl, Axell, is one of the few to know the secret incantation to get the ultimate power from Tikki and Plagg. Well, besides the guardians, and the Miracle Book” the purple being finished.

“Which means that I also need the Axolotl… I can go after the one on your dimension, can’t I?” the artist asked.

“Well, I don’t recommend that. The kwami of the crow, with their mind powers, told the rest of us that the Axolotl would be kept on a High-security Museum on New York” Nooroo answered.

“Which means… I will have to go after Null to get that key… I might even be able of seeing him on another universe” Nathaniel said, thinking about meeting the one he lost on another universe.

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Author’s Note: Now, only one part left. Again, if you want some changes to be made, I am okay with that.

Next part, everyone will find out why Astro isn’t in this Dupont, Logan will ask for forgiveness for some more people, and the talk at midnight.

[meeowerzz]

more hs headcanons?

hihi I have more lame hcs and I’m going to make it everyone else’s problem ^__^

>out of the alpha kids jake is the shortest

>>out of the beta kids rose is the shortest (with june coming in at a VERY close second)

>>height lineup from shortest to tallest is jake>rose>june>roxy>jade>dave>jane>dirk

>janes favorite thing to bake is red velvet cakes

>deemed too violent, flarping isn’t really allowed to be played on earth c so everyone joins a dnd campaign (game night is every other thursday)

>after a sunburn dirk tans while dave freckles

>roxy’s gender fuckery made things click for june

>in terms of lameness edrian is a redditor, sollux is a discord mod, and karkat is a twitter main

>roxy and rose go out to dinner together monthly and talk ab how much they love their alien partners

>towards the end of the meteor dave lowkey moved into karkats room (dude just kept showing up and ended up sleeping in there a good chunk of the time)- no one brings it up besides rose to fuck with him

>karkat needs glasses but refuses to get his eyes checked

>terezi has a preference in women but didn’t realize that until after her thing with dave

>dirk has a shitton of plant allergies due to not being in contact with them until he was like 16-17

>if roxy lived in our time period she’d be a twitch streamer (develops games on for itch while streaming)

>jade has never been to a store in her life. it agonizes every other beta kid

>I personally believe in juneskarezi supremacy

>karkat used to make a big deal ab his bday (mainly to cover up the massive relief he experienced knowing he survived another sweep) but stopped doing it on the meteor.

>aradia and dave love talking ab their dead thing collections

>jade is the only one of the kids that can actually sleep in a recuperacoon for some god forsaken reason (june is the only other kid who has attempted)

>kanaya is so excited ab june feeling comfortable in dresses and regularly tries to reramp their closet (although june mainly wears tshirts)

>speaking of shirts: dave just has a shitton of random ass shirts following the vibe of ‘women want me fish fear me’ + this shirt

>kind of like how u can do body mods like giving urself sharp teeth I think some trolls will carve patterns into their horns (it’s not common but it’s cool)

>dave malfunctions every time he sees dirks/jakes sbahj tattoos like he cannot rap his head around it being a massive franchise (he plays it off in a cool way tho)

>calliope and nepeta are best friends

>terezi is banned from bath and body works

>dirk really likes the aquarium

>I think it was only hinted at in the credits so unsure if it’s canon or not but rose is jewish

>dirk isn’t religious but will do activities with u if asked to join in

>speaking of the wedding: june played the piano at rosemary’s wedding

>earth c gang did a massive group cosplay as the adventure time cast for halloween once

>alpha/beta kids favorite holidays are as followed: june- april fools, jade/dave- xmas, rose/jake- halloween, jane- new years, roxy- valentines day

>>dirk doesn’t have one

>true love is modding doom and playing it on ur robot girlfriend (arasol on the meteor)

>the strilondes are all hella fucking awkward ab their relations so they’re just like an awkward sibling group (except roxy and dirk ofc)

>sollux was a DARE kid + is against all drug consumption but he vapes

>>alternatively aradia likes weed sometimes

>beta troll height line up goes as follows: feferi>karkat>nepeta>terezi>aradia>tavros>edrian>equius>vriska>sollux>kanaya>gamzee

once again this post is rlly long so lmk if y’all want more ^__^

[ponponpopcorn]

PON'S ANIME NYC REPORT

went to anime nyc on friday! had a great time, i cosplayed as pan and i was surprised to have people ask for my picture. it's probably the closest thing i've done to a proper cosplay so it was a new thing.

i ended up only buying stuff from my friends' booth, because i was looking for gamma merch and so i was trying not to buy anything else in hopes of it (i did not find any except for the figures i already had, sniff). there was a gamma 1 cosplayer that i saw on the way inside, and i deeply regret not asking for their contact info as a fellow gamma fan.

if i got a 3 day pass i'd 100% go back to buy this vegeta plush because he looks so funny. little thing! i think i ended up missing a lot of artists/people that i only ended up seeing via posts on twitter so i wish i could go back, but alas, next time.

i also stopped by a vtuber booth (not holo) and ended up saying hi. i didn't realize it was on a live stream on youtube until i already said hi (earlier i saw that it was through discord, so i assumed it'd be that way for every vtuber there. i was wrong) and i sheepishly kept saying hi and who im cosplaying and the mic didn't pick up half of what i said. i'm not actually sure what exactly was being heard through the stream because i got so so embarrassed that i couldnt watch the vod back for more than like 5 seconds. i haven't had an embarrassing moment like that in a very long time and i can't ask the vtuber for this but i hope she deletes that vod. the title of the stream was like meet a vtuber waifu too like get me out of there!!! i just wanted to say hi in fellow vtuber solidarity. sniffle. i'm sure it wasn't that bad but yeah.

i was just very glad to see a lot of db merch and fans even if i didnt see any in the artist's alley, and there's a lot of cool artists there i felt like i was seeing celebrities. and i met a lot of internet friends too!!! i had another embarrassing moment where i met one of those friends, but forgot i had never shown them my face or been in vc for very long w her, so she got scared bc i was even asking for a pic until she was able to recognize me with my dmg plush. sooooo yeah pon was a bit of a fool. if i can attend next yr i will cuz it was fun! yay. thanks for reading i have to do my work

[northwest-cryptid]

I think being born when I was sort of made me immune to the "oh god it's HOMESTUCK" vibe.

Like I get it, the fandom is a whole mess, the comic is long running and has had huge cultural impact on the internet and thus the world at large for my generation and the following generation given our connection with the internet.

I won't deny that I "get it" when people make HS out to be some big thing, to say "there will never be another web comic like Homestuck" isn't a false statement at all, as even long after it's ending the remnants of it continue to crop up in things like Undertale allowing it a natural passage into modern relevance. I mean it sounds absurd to say that the fucking Pope has heard a song that originates from Homestuck yet that's the world we're living in.

However at the end of the day Homestuck has always just been "a web comic" to me. I've picked it up before, read a few arcs into it and got bored; put it down and watched plot summaries. I've listened to the OST (yea it has one of those which sounds weird but, yea it's pretty good.) I've heard all the memes. I can identify the big ones, Dave Strider, Vriska, ... That weird frog thing at the very end that like makes a universe or is a universe or something?

But I have never really "got" two big things. One of those being the hype around it in the sense of like "oh no it's HOMESTUCK! Oh god oh no oh fuck we are all doomed, the unspeakable evil is upon us!" And trust me this is after I accidentally introduced a friend of mine to a couple of people in troll cosplay because I was like "you could use some friends, oh hey there's some goths you like goths let's go say hi!" My one attempt at helping a friend make some friends resulted in said cosplayers being like "hey man you want some hard drugs?" Which kind of snowballed. SO LIKE YEA I understand why people might find the loud majority of the fandom to be a bit odd, but couldn't you say that about literally any fandom? I'm being real here, I've been a part of a ton of fandoms and by and large the loud majority are typically cringe and annoying to even the people who DO like the thing.

The second thing I never got was the hype for the actual web comic. Every time I try to read it I get bored. I understand the concept, I understand the general plot, I don't even think the concept is bad or anything. But ironically my reason for reading it is to better understand the world building and the characters and the plot and when it tries to explain those things I sit there like "when do we get to [big pop culture thing] I was warned about the [big pop culture thing]." Which may just be my ADHD acting up but I never found the narrative or characters or anything about it to necessarily be super gripping to me.

Whenever I say I'm considering trying to read it again I typically get one of those two kinds of hype from people in response. People who think it's the bane of existence and I should "remain pure and innocent" as if I didn't grow up during the PEAK of its popularity and don't already know about it, the things that inspired it, and literally lived through going to conventions with HS meetups. Or I get people who are so excited that I'm finally going to bear witness to the holy experience that is HS, and then they get super let down when I get bored because I'm like "this dudes stuck in his home, is that it? Is that why it's called that?"

Maybe I'm weird or boring or whatever, like maybe it's all one big joke and I'm just not playing along because I don't get it and I'm being super lame like that time I went around on April fool's spoiling all the pranks because I thought it was stupid to randomly pretend to have an asthma attack since someone could actually have an asthma attack and the teachers wouldn't know because some asshole who doesn't even have asthma thought that was a good prank, which it wasn't but like I didn't need to be a narc about it I was just a dumb kid. So I guess that's sorta how I feel now towards HS, like it's a joke made by my generation for my generation and somehow I don't "get it" and more often than not, that lack of knowledge has lead to me being confused by HS jokes that never made it into the pop culture.

Like yea I've osmosis'd a lot of it, I know about shit like "I warned you about the stairs bro" and such, but the second someone mentions a character by name who isn't either Dave, Vriska, or I think there's some dude named Karkat? Like I'm totally in the dark.

I assure you if you think the jokes and humor of homestuck is so bad it will do irreversible damage to my psyche you gotta understand that the internet was just sorta, like that? Back when I was growing up and the result is that if there was any damage to be done it's already done.

I don't know man maybe I'm just not one of the "cool kids" of my generation or something.

[bite-sized-devil]

Random Headcanons of Levi and You

Every day he wakes up beside, he can't believe how lucky he is. You are next to him and he adores you

You watch the funniest Deviltube videos

You cosplay and he might even ask if you want to larp

He loves your pink hair and thinks it's the best thing ever matched with your accident

Has a whole ass moment when you put on your kitten ear headphones and blushes and mumbles to himself about how cute you are

You tease him a lot because of how adorable he is and he likes it he honestly wants you to do it more. (he loves any attention you'll give him)

When he flirts with you he does it through text on days he is feeling extra confident he will flirt with you in his room but he would absolutely DIE if his brothers heard him flirt with you. D.I.E.

Sometimes when you game with him you'll throw him so off he'll die because you berate the others so hard and he is kind of turned on he forgets he is playing for the one second it takes for someone to take him out. (Bonus points if it's Diavolo you were schooling before Diavolo takes him out.)

Levi does love to go on dates with you! He often goes to more secluded parts of the Devildom with you. It makes him feel a bit of a normie but he can deal it's with you.

Levi probably made a dedicated area in his room for your stuff. It's like a holy alter to him. (And he does in fact love you more than Ruri chan confirmed.)

As far as Levi as a lover oh man dont let this demon fool you. Boy has a sex drive to match

He might be super embarrassed about it at first but when you tell him while he is balls deep inside you that you love him like this. Well it was the biggest boost to his self confidence.

After that you better believe he can take the lead and he fucks you against the wall, the floor, in his tub but it's a little uncomfortable.

He uses his tail if you happen to whisper how much you want him mid-gaming. And he can barely contain himself as you come undone on his appendage.

It's embarrassing to him but the first time you both had sex he came in his pants because you teased him so hard.

Don't worry he got you back one time by dry-humping you in your room.😘

My fluffy and my horny side reading this 👇

Please! I love these. I imagine all the brothers would pick on me for my accent 😅

Aww you put my kitty headphones into it 😭😭 thank you!

I'm a a tiny little puddle on the floor from this 🥵🥵

Thank you so much I love it!!

[biblioflyer]

Picard s1e5 Rewatch: Revisiting First Impressions and Space Trolley Problems

I have spent quite a few keystrokes defending this series. This episode is significantly more challenging. I disliked it intensely when it originally aired, I have softened a bit and am better able to recognize the way it is invoking classic Trek exploration of morality and human nature.

However, the tone of this episode is all over the place and I’m at a loss for whether the cognitive dissonance created by the silliness and the darkness is intentional or the result of a series of very weird decisions.

Intentionally or accidentally this episode does set up an interesting backstory to the significantly less utilitarian and brutal Seven of Nine we see in Season Three and I’ll unpack that particular theory in a second post after the Season Three finale airs just for the sake of completion since whether or not Seven remains with Starfleet will probably say a lot about the character's arc.

This is part of a series of essays reevaluating Star Trek Picard and interrogating the widely held fandom criticism that Picard made the Federation into a Dystopia.

Absolute Candor: My Memory of the Episode

I’ve been dreading this episode. I have a vivid memory of feeling very much that this is where season one took a real dive in terms of how much I enjoyed it and how troubled I was by the world building. It starts with a character I was only peripherally aware of dying without me having more than a vague idea of his backstory. I haven’t seen a lot of Voyager’s later seasons. The switch to UPN was problematic because that station wasn’t included in my cable package at the time and I could, with great effort and favorable atmospheric conditions, get it in via an aerial affiliate if I positioned my coat hanger antenna just right. I also just never really made an effort to revisit the series on streaming.

As I’ve matured in my own awareness of how I react to different motifs and developed a more sophisticated idea of “fandom” Icheb’s death left me with a vague sense that if I was a Voyager fan, I’d probably be very outraged. I could recognize that a returning character was being mishandled even if I didn’t fully comprehend who that character was or what their significance was. And that bothered me.

That’s not to say that everything needs to be safe and no one can die in Star Trek. Far from it. However there’s lightyears of difference between dying at the end of a decent arc and coming back only to be killed off in a solitary scene to serve as the explanation for why a more prominent character is darker and more tortured.

I also remembered the crew of Serenity ahem La Sirena’s disguise shenanigans being more significant and sillier than it was. Still, I have to award a point to Team Immersion and the Anon who messaged to say I was being snotty towards Realism Hawks: I had a vague recollection that it defied believability that no one would recognize Picard or that his ridiculous overacting would fool anyone. 

I stand by this. The showrunners clearly wanted a classic Star Trek over the top infiltration storyline in which the characters cosplay as gangster clichés but it really doesn’t fit in well with the rest of the series or even the intensity of the rest of the storyline of this episode.

Finally, the most striking thing in my memory was Seven’s “rampage.” Which I remembered as being more violent and a significant refutation of what I would regard as the default moral positioning of the rest of the franchise: namely that revenge and killing in cold blood is bad. I remembered Seven’s execution of Bjazl being framed as more confidently the correct action than it was, although it’s still very ambiguous on a rewatch.

Sorry for the tease, but because this is such a Seven centric episode and functionally begins her narrative arc in Star Trek Picard, its going to be difficult to talk about this episode in isolation.

The Rewatch

Killing in the Name of (Plot)

In the years since this episode originally aired, I still haven’t watched the later seasons of Voyager and still don’t have an emotional connection to Icheb. I don’t know if that makes it worse or better, but I still very strongly feel like he was treated as disposable and fans of the character would be right to be angry.

Some commenters will occasionally use phrases like “CW edge” as a slur to describe this era of Star Trek. As a longtime but far from uncritical fan of Supernatural, I think I know what they’re talking about. Some of it is angst that substitutes for truly complex writing wherein characters chew the scenery and oversell emotional reactions to situations that don’t make sense or feel unearned. Some of this is also the casual killing off of interesting characters in way that their deaths only really serve to remind the audience the characters aren’t immortal (except that the main characters kind of are, even when they die they don’t stay dead) and the deaths of these characters tend to be shocking rather than narratively interesting.

Icheb and Maddox’s deaths definitely feel like they’re largely props to move the story forward or justify the aberrant behavior of main characters, rather than their deaths having a meaning of their own absent narrative convenience.

It's notable that this is where the trend of returning minor characters being in serious danger of being killed off, with or without much in the way of development, begins and it begins epically with not one, but two returning supporting characters being killed off. There’s surely also a deliberate attempt at an artistic flourish by having their deaths bookend the episode.

This is definitely a place where I think a valid criticism could be made that Star Trek Picard was attempting to be a “prestige drama” like The Sopranos or Breaking Bad but with a merely superficial understanding of the narrative purpose of death in those shows or the narrative function of death in Star Trek. AKA “CW edge.”

Having Picard be part of the infiltration team still seems quite silly. This isn’t the first time that Picard has done this sort of thing, but that was before he was among the most famous people in the galaxy having acted as the face of the Romulan resettlement effort for several years and within the last several days prior to arriving on Freecloud, he had just given an interview that went very sideways about it. 

The setup is classic TNG camp and that’s actually a problem given the way the series so far has attempted to preserve the moral heart of the franchise while also being critical about some of the narrative contrivances and unexamined assumptions of the franchise. It very much seems like someone thought that they needed some camp to offset the profoundly haunting opening scene and to put the audience back at ease before things got very, very dark again.

And I just don’t know how to defend this unless the absurdity of the entire setup is part of the deconstruction. Except that it didn’t blow up in their faces because the cosplay and theater was too absurd and the crew was too arrogant in their planning, it blew up because they trusted Seven to be playing straight with them. It's harsh but it's true: Seven used the crew of La Sirena and their cause, and jeopardized that cause, in order to maneuver herself into a position where she could kill Bjazl.

Her conversation with Picard about recovering their humanity after being liberated from the Collective is also key to the framing of these events. I’ll do a deep dive into the ethics of Seven’s execution of Bjazl in a follow up, but I think it's clear that this is implied to be at least in part because Seven’s moral compass is out of alignment with even where she thinks it probably ought to be and has lost sight of whether she’s doing what needs doing because no one else will do it or if she’s allowed expediency and utilitarian values to suppress her humanity.

I suspect maybe this may have led to Seven recognizing a need for connection to other people, such as Raffi, and eventually viewing Starfleet as a different sort of Collective she could plug into, one that she generally viewed as noble given her experiences with Voyager, and thus whose structures could provide a layer of accountability and guidance when she could not trust herself. If that was her intent, it's clearly not going to plan. I’m not going to write a lot more about this because the finale is coming up and how or if it closes out Seven’s arc on Picard will probably say a lot about Seven, Starfleet, and whether the two can be compatible with each other.

Another casualty of this episode is Elnor. This begins what I recall as a long trend of Elnor primarily being muscle and comic relief. None of the baggage from “Absolute Candor” and his relationship with Picard is even vaguely alluded to.

Jiurati killing Maddox is actually far more tragic and heartbreaking than I recalled. The affection in Jiurati’s holovids affected me more and felt less narratively contrived. Maybe I’m more sentimental, world weary, and vulnerable than I was three years ago. If ever there was a reason to rewatch stuff, it's perhaps because we are sometimes not the same people we were.

Next time on Biblioflyer: a dissection of Seven’s execution of Bjazl and an attempt to unpack whether the show intended for us to view it as righteous or not and what it says about who Seven of Nine is as a person when we find her. It's mostly done but I’m holding it back until after the finale of season three in case it influences my thinking. Rest assured, it’s not a drive by. Get it? Drive by? Because she shoots a bunch of folks. Anyway….

[brascu]

I’m such a good friend.

I’ll go shopping with you and help you carry the stuff you bought. I’ll go with you to your favorite band’s gig just to carry you in my back so you can see it better. I’ll go to your play and stay untill you’re free so I can tell you all that I thought about it. I’ll watch your favorite movies nd series and probably learn the songs of that musical that makes you happy so I can sing you in a blue day. I’ll help you put your cosplay on and buy gifts for your kissing mate. I’ll hear you when you’re heartbroken and make jokes so you smile. I’ll go with you to the hairdresser, to the tattoo studio and to the dentist. I’ll visit you at the hospital. I’ll go to a party that I’d never go if it was not your birthday. I’ll make friends with your horrendous family that hate me for being who I am. I’ll read your thesis that researches things out of my field just so I know what they’re talking about in your presentation. I’ll clean your room when you’re depressed. I’ll call you back the same day you’ve called me, unless I see the missed call too late. I’ll take you home if you need, I’ve got a second mattress for those days. I’ll lend you or even give you clothes. I’ll fucking take care of you because, for me, being a friend is about this. It’s about support and time and caring.

And maybe I’m just like they say sometimes. I’m a fool. Trouxa. Because mostly I don’t receive what I give.

And maybe I should just learn to better filter my friends? Or learn who I can count on for each moment? But then I’m left with no one?

But I’ve been feeling I can’t really count on many irl friends and it makes me so fucking anxious.

I’m just rambling. Maybe at some point someone will go back to talking to me, maybe I just need to wait another month. I’m a bit tired and ow key need a hug.