#that's a whole other post though so i won't elaborate lmao

[springtrappd]

im so sorry ppl are so rabid, u dont deserve like literal harassment over a fanfic. i know u prolly know that just Jesus Christ the fact that a lot of these people can't seem to consider other's feelings for like more than as long as it takes them to jump to conclusions is actually scary. which applies to like both you and also the amount of ppl in the replies who can't stop to think about if someone Is being hurt by the behavior you discussed is. christ. the bar was low. sorry abt all this again king keep your head up

I KNOW IT'S LATE BUT THANK YOU... AND YEAH LMAO. the amount of people seriously treating me as if i wasn't there on my Own Fucking Post was insane, as was the sheer amount of vitriol directed at me for...... pointing out the influence of social prejudices on five night at feddy fanfic. full-on psychoanalysing me to my face trying to figure out my ""secret agenda"" for ""ruining someone's life""" (that one's a real quote). like has tiktok really rotted people's brains that badly?? not everything is a conspiracy, and i don't need your bloody permission to be allowed to post critical content on tumblr dot com?? jesus fucking christ?? sorry for harping on about it but i am still a little effected by being dehumanised on my own post about ableism. like. you could not write this shit if you tried.

[nyimasu]

───── 𝐽𝑈𝐷𝐴𝑆 𝐾𝐼𝑆𝑆

PAIRING — rockstar!geto x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS — the last concert of the tour is over and suguru is finally free to have his way with you after pulling a stunt that leaves you and an entire arena speechless.

CW — geto has long hair and nails (+ a tongue piercing ehe), nanami needs a break, gojo is a menace, dry humping, voyeurism maybe?, fingering and oral (f receiving), slight blaphemism // WC — 3.9k ;; cross-posted on ao3

ANYA'S CORNER — as crazy as it might sound, I think atsushi sakurai and getō are pretty similar and no, i won't elaborate lmao hope you enjoy this!

REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!

Countless scents caressed your nostrils as you kept moving forward, elbows pushing into many rib cages to regain your rightful place in the avenue. It wasn’t small, but the tremendous amount of bodies and screams filling the place should’ve spoken tons about the increasing popularity of the band playing on stage. They were performing one of their original songs.

The fact they got so huge in such a short time was amazing, and most of it was thanks to the members’ efforts to be as present as possible for their fans.

A girl next to you almost fainted on the spot when one of the men on stage locked eyes with her, but the moment he moved to come up front and lean towards the bundle of arms stretched out to touch him, he looked at you through the corner of an eye.

And the motherfucker winked at you.

Fucking Gojo.

Wet, snow-white hair framed an equally sweaty yet perfect oval. Deep ocean eyes beamed with adrenaline as the man whose features resembled those of a celestial being chuckled in the mic. Being the front-man and co-founder of the band, Gojo Satoru surely knew how to keep a crowd entertained.

He was sure you were cursing him in every language you knew, but he couldn’t care less: it was his mission, being Suguru’s best friend, to annoy you every chance he got.

Much to the fans’ displeasure and your momentary relief, the singer spun around and ran to high-five Toji, the buff man’s head tilting to the beat of the drums he was playing perfectly as usual. Their gazes met halfway, and by the time the dark-haired man looked up and waved at you, Satoru the menace was already kneeling and singing at the top of his lungs in the furthest spot of the stage. Mama Reality gave you small mercies sometimes, so you weren’t the only person Gojo loved to annoy.

How Nanami, the band’s manager, always managed to stop himself from murdering Satoru every hour of the day, you didn’t know. Probably all those hours spent on doing yoga and meditation helped him. Kudos to the man for that, really.

Hell, you should’ve joined him once in a while.

“Come on everyone, tear this whole place down with your screams!” Gojo’s voice amplified by the mic boomed through the place, and everyone followed his words right after.

His laughter at that was as crystalline and enjoyable as his voice, the background music subsiding until all you could hear were his airless chuckles. Their final song was over, and that meant the concert was about to end.

It also meant he was going to interact a lot with their fans, let them be part of his notorious on-stage games. Somehow you feared it was going to be a very long night.

“Did you enjoy the concert, our beautiful stars?”

Another ear-piercing, universal scream attacked your eardrums and Gojo brought a hand to his chest, fingers spreading on it as more and more screams joined the previous ones. He tended to get emotional in the end, especially after singing the first song the band recorded since they debuted.

“So I presume you’re ready to have some more fun with us.

It’s time for our little game⁓”

His stamina made up for the other two members’, but it wasn’t a problem at all.

He was born to be on the stage and at the centre of the world.

No.

Gojo Satoru was the world.

He watched where you stood again, knowing damn well he saved the best for last.

Even though you had kept an eye on him the entire time he was in your area, your almost undivided attention had been on your partner and his smirk directed at you.

The hundreds and hundreds of faces and colourful clothes could never distract Geto from his work, and they could do nothing to conceal your silhouette from him. He always found you, no matter where you were.

And that night he spotted you immediately, long before Gojo did.

Now that he was standing close to Toji, leather jacket hanging upon a sleeveless tank top and black jeans, you saw the faintest hint of tiredness written all over him. He’d been working so hard lately, getting little to no sleep to rehearse.

That maddening man didn’t even feel the need to look at which notes to hit for his solo part. He was so good at it, and he never took his eyes off you while playing, not for a second.

It was the same during sex, but he’d been so busy with his hectic schedule. Ugh. You missed his warmth, his hands on you during the nights he was locked in the studio or rehearsing with Gojo and Toji.

Luckily to you both, that was the last event the band was going to have for at least a couple of weeks.

You’d have plenty of time to rest and catch up on everything you two left out.

Gojo bumped his shoulder against Suguru’s and wiggled his eyebrows, all for the sake of the last minutes of the show.

“Suguru, my man! You didn’t hear a word of what Toji said, did you? What’s on your mind?”

Several fans snickered, the interactions between the founders of the band so spontaneous and care-free. Being caught red-handed, Geto turned to look at the crowd in front of them and sighed.

“What can I say? I’m a man in love, Satoru. I was thinking about my girlfriend.”

Perspiration licked his skin as he leaned closer to talk louder in the mic Gojo was holding.

“And I hope she’s been thinking of me, too. We’ve been apart for so long that I fear she’s already forgot about me.”

A couple metres away a young woman let out a soft “aww”, followed by a few others behind her screaming “she could never!”

You, on the other hand, were praying for the earth to open and swallow you.

Not a lot of fans ever saw you, for the boys preferred to keep work and private matters separated, yet everyone supported you and Suguru. However, that public display of affection was rather strange for your partner, so you kept watching in silence. Where was he heading to?

“Oh, you heard them. She’d never do that. Also, Toji and I heard you complain a lot because of this. Am I right, Fushiguro?”

“Yep. Heartbroken, to say the least.”

“Damn right, but cheer up. We did amazing tonight!

I’m sure your partner is just as proud as our stars are, maybe even more.” he flashed Suguru a smile so bright you wondered if the Sun was jealous of him sometimes.

“Maybe she’ll give you a nice time tonight. You deserve it.”

That evening, the man you loved had decided to leave all his hair bands at home so his long, straight hair reached way past his waist, and you were among those who envied the lushness and length of it.

More pitch-black tresses fell behind Geto as he suddenly straightened his back, a meaningful look passing through him and his best friend. To you, Geto Suguru was more of a menace than Satoru was.

“I think I’ll be the one giving her a treat, Satoru. See, I’ll be the only one eating tonight.”

You didn’t like the mischief hidden in Suguru’s voice and Gojo’s response to it. Being the hardcore enthusiast of shitty innuendos he was, the front-man whistled at the remark and ogled at the crowd. Adding fuel to the fire was his thing.

“Really? That’s a bit selfish of you, isn’it? I heard that eating food alone isn’t that enjoyable. But if you’re in two, then… that’s better, don’t ya think?”

It was at that moment that Suguru raised his dominant hand, two fingers placing themselves on either side of the mouth. You only had enough time to appreciate once more his longer-than-average black polished nails and the tail of the tattooed dragon wrapped around his wrist before your heart sank to your feet.

Ah, well.

Maybe it was the right time to bang your head against the barricade, because now he was sticking his tongue out, eliciting a collective gasp from the majority of fans and a desperate whine from your part.

He just did not.

The metallic bud studding his tongue rivalled the brightness of Gojo’s locks for a second, then Geto tilted his head towards the crowd and slightly squinted his eyes. He was staring at your dumbfounded persona, of course.

“I wasn’t talking about that kind of food, my man.”

Your whole body was aflame.

Once the concert was really over and you got backstage, your feet grew wings.

Rather than facing such a thing ever again, you’d descend in Hell to have a cup of tea with the Devil. on your side that day, and so was the King of Hell: rather than get horny in public again because Suguru decided it was a good moment to wake your pussy up, you’d prefer to be dragged into the infernal underworld and have a cup of black tea with the first fallen angel. It’d be less embarrassing.

On your way to Geto’s dressing room you bumped into Satoru, Toji and Nanami. If it wasn’t for the latter’s presence, you would’ve been at the singer’s throat already.

“Hello, gorgeous. Suguru is changing back there. Did you enjoy the concert?”

You gifted him a saccharine smile, feet already heading towards the room he pointed to when you suddenly turned on your heels and hissed: “Pull another thing like that again and I’ll claw your face off.”

“Yeah, yeah. Weird way to thank me for getting you all worked up for my best friend, but you’re welcome.”

“Oh, baby. You earned yourself a punch in the throat, too.”

Toji and Nanami dragged a fuming Gojo away amidst their laughs and your melting stress, then you practically teleported yourself in your partner’s space.

That’s where you found his half-naked form manspreading on the couch, head thrown back over the backrest and arms resting at his sides. He must’ve dozed off while changing.

He was exhausted.

Sparing a single look at the mirror above the makeup station, you locked the door. You had gone there full of rage and pent-up sexual frustration, ready to chastise him for what he did and said on stage. But how could you now, seeing him so serene?

So rideable?

God, he was going to be the death of you.

Such fickle creatures women were, especially horny ones. Being the Geto simp you were down to the core, you choked on air when your eyes landed on his hands.

“Paying more attention to my fingers rather than my face?.”

“Well, I just glanced at your hands. I haven’t gotten a good look at you in a while, my love. Do you really want to patronise me for that? That’s harsh, considering you left me to my own devices for so long.”

Your irritated response brought him to raise his head, crack an eye open and motion for you to come closer.

“We’re in a dangerous mood tonight.”

“Yeah, and we need to talk. Turn back on the rational bits of your brain now.”

You straddled him and almost sighed when his cladded fingers stroked the bare slivers of skin they could reach. Underwear was the only barrier keeping his fingers apart from your aching pussy.

It was driving you mad to keep up with the act, but you had to.

His growing impatience didn’t go unnoticed and veins popped up against his skin as his grip on you tightened. You were slowly grinding on him, letting him know how much you needed his touch. But first, some teasing on your part wouldn't hurt.

Your eyes scanned his body and a breathless chuckle left him. “Do you really want to chew me up for what I did on stage? You loved it but don’t worry.

There’s no need for you to say it out loud.”

Unfazed, you followed his fingers roaming on your belly. Then a sudden moan left your mouth and you shot him a warning look.

Lost in the touch, you hadn’t noticed him sneaking a hand under your skirt to press a finger right on your pussy.

“Just like I thought. Soaking wet.”

Despite his words, he longed for you. Ever since his schedule turned out to be so bad he couldn’t even get home and kiss you goodnight. But now he was going to make up for everything.

Starting right now.

Before he could carry on, his eyebrows flew upward at the sight of your nails sinking into his collarbone. A swift movement, and then his fingers laced with yours on him.

The matching nail polish turned you on more than you were already and another gush of arousal painted your inner thighs. This time Geto felt it, too, and hissed when you spread your juices wider as you grinded on his jeans. His crotch.

What surprised him more, though, was the sassiness exuding off of your eyes. No more faux indifference.

“You wicked Judas. Selling me to the wolves for thirty pieces of silver. I would like to say it was Gojo’s idea, but I know better. You probably thought about doing something like this already, but you needed a trigger to pull and… well, I’m sure Satoru wasn’t against it.

You embarrassed me to death.”

“Dramatic much? From what I see, you’re still very much alive.”

You thrusted against his hard-on in retaliation and his jaw clenched. The next one came even quicker and you pressed hard on him. He darted his tongue out at your stubborn silence and carefully watched as you leaned closer to him, his thighs tensing under yours. They weren’t the only thing twitching.

“Fine, while I’m still here how about you put your fingers and that clever tongue of yours to work?

I missed them.”

Well, that worked like a charm.

Two of your greatest weaknesses, besides Geto’s alluring beauty and impeccable personality, were both his hands and his tongue piercing. And you folded every time he used them.

Judas’ kiss never felt sweeter as his lips crashed against your open ones, his other arm immediately pressing against the small of your back. He moved closer and swallowed another moan from you when his fingers still on your panties pushed them aside.

And then he pushed two fingers inside you, slick coating them as they brushed the entrance of your soft, warm walls.

“Not so cocky anymore, uhm?” he muttered, a wicked smile sprawled across his face. Geto drank up every little whimper you gave him like the starved man he was as he dug deeper, and groaned under his breath when you finally clenched around his long fingers.

That was his cue to go faster.

“Suguru, please.”

“Please what, doll?”

Shrouding your eyes away from him, you looked at the small zip on the side of your skirt and he immediately obliged. You needed to feel him better against your body. It’d been so long.

He did a quick work of it, grabbing the cloth between two fingers and throwing it behind the couch.

“Better?”

He didn't wait for an answer because he kissed you again, this time opening his mouth enough for you to explore it with your tongue. You sighed as you went on, hands now caressing his sides while he plunged into you, adding another finger when the squelching noises became obnoxious. You were close and Suguru wanted to see you come on his fingers.

His eyes bore a hole in yours but didn’t stop as you writhed at the sensation of an orgasm bubbling in your chest. You opened your mouth to breathe but Geto slipped his tongue in, the piercing swirling around your taste buds.

“Oh-” you couldn’t even speak. You felt so full after such a long time, it was almost too good to be true. But just as you thought so, you looked down where he was still playing with your pussy. By the time he scissored his fingers, he was so deep inside you that only his knuckles were visible. And the sight of them glistening with your arousal was enough to have you clench harder.

“I can feel you, love. Don’t be shy, come all over my fingers.”

Your back arched off on its own as Suguru’s thumb pressed on your swollen clit. Circling on it a few times while he was knuckles-deep inside and you were already over the edge, chanting strings of his name. He fucked you through the orgasm until you came down from it and your body twitched in overstimulation. His fingers left you as you drew him back for an open-mouthed kiss, thanking him under your breath. It was true what he said back on stage: you really needed it. His fingers felt twice as good as yours did.

His reassuring circles on your back made you tickle and you chuckled.

“I missed you so much.”

“Did you miss me more or my fingers?”

You rolled your eyes and slapped his chest. “You know what I mean.”

Geto peck at your lower lip, laughing out loud now. “I know, love. But we’re not done here yet. Remember what you said earlier?”

The dull ache between your legs reignited.

“What are you- Oh.”

You huffed that and the world suddenly spinned. Or maybe it was just Suguru that turned you around so that you were now under him. Well, for a good second before he rose to his feet and raised a finger.

When he turned it clockwise two times, you bit your lip. “You do really want me dead tonight.”

“Not really. Just fucked out of your mind.

Come on now, I’m starving.”

Out of breath, you locked eyes with Geto’s as you did as instructed: resting the elbows on the couch, you knelt on the ground and spread your legs for the man in front of you.

He relished in the view of your sopping wet cunt for a moment, but that wasn’t exactly what he wanted so he took the matter in his own hands.

“More like this, doll.”

His arms encircled your waist and pulled you up effortlessly. He was really strong and didn’t take the bother to hide it, especially with you.

He almost tossed you on the sofa but caught himself in time. Your head turned to look at him, but Suguru placing your arms over the back of the couch distracted you. Tits pressed against it, you hummed in discomfort and he awarded you with a little smack on your ass. This one was going to be brutal.

“Spread your legs for me.”

Demanding but in a hurry.

He really was a breath away from losing control.

Your knees almost gave in when you did but braced yourself for what was going to happen next. However, you almost jumped out of your skin at the feeling of Geto’s slightly cold tongue piercing on your clit. He must’ve got rid of your panties at some point, because when his hands flew to your ass, there was nothing covering it. His long nails dug in and kneaded the supper flesh as his tongue spread your lower lips wider for him to straight out moan on your pussy.

You weren’t going anywhere.

“Fuck.” he whispered and exhaled where streams of juices dripped down your inner thighs. “I missed this.”

“More than me? And here I thought I was the only one at fault.”

You couldn’t see it, but he grinned. “Touché.”

And with that, he went fully ballistic.

Licking a few strips on your things, he proceeded to lap up your wetness while you whined, almost lurching forward to escape his roughness. But his hands pressed harder on your body, keeping you in place. The next day your ass would’ve been covered in red marks.

Nothing compared to the scorching, hard kiss Suguru left on your clit. At that your knees turned to jelly. You were about to faint on him.

“S-stop playing.”

Another kiss, this time on your ass. Then he bit it.

“And where’s the fun in that?”

Despite his words, he stopped teasing and quickly pulled one of your legs over his shoulder. Your eyes widened in surprise and a loud, pleading whimper escaped you. “Suguru.”

His name rolled off your lips beautifully and the dark-haired man sighed.

And with that, he started to devour you.

He took half of your pussy in his mouth and sucked on it, making your heart stop. Breathing, too, became challenging but you pushed through the moment even when Geto grunted and pushed his tongue in you.

You let out a weak “nnngh” as he slightly tilted his head to better delve in your cunt, reaching all those spots that always had you screaming in the pillow. Now you did so in your hand, biting it until you spilt blood as Geto kept up his crazy momentum.

Feeling him going in and out of your pussy while his fingers worked your engorged clit once more ― God, it felt amazing.

Suguru slapped your ass a second time and you pushed your hips towards him. His satisfied chuckle boosted your ego, so the next move to do was to turn your head to the side and watch as he looked at you.

“It’s too much, I can’t. I-”

You raised onto an elbow to steady yourself and the man slapped you again.

Harder.

Exhausted already, you sank your free hand in the softness of his hair and yanked at the strands as you eventually fucked yourself on his tongue. Lazily but hard, because the recoil in your stomach was back and you yearned to cum into his mouth. Suguru wanted the same and pushed you to jerk your hips. Each time you suffocated him, his nose brushed against your clit and his groans went straight to your pussy, covering his tongue and chin with fresh, new waves of clear juices.

“I-I’m coming.”

Your release was more powerful than the first one and you came with a strangled moan echoed by Suguru who just held you down as you clenched and twitched around his tongue. The moment he sensed you going limp against the couch, he turned to kiss the leg perched on his shoulder and let it go, holding you in his arms. His chest collided with your back and you sighed, satisfied, as he left a trail of soft kisses in the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothings.

To say you were spent was an understanding.

Quite the opposite of him, judging by his erection poking at your ass.

You went to reach out and palm him through the jeans but Geto caught your hand and brought it to his mouth, planting light kisses on every juncture, every knuckle his lips could touch.

“I told you I’d be the only one eating tonight, doll. Don’t worry about me.”

He got up once again and helped you turn around. Now you were sitting on the couch and he fell to his knees to rest his face on one of your thighs while his dominant hand drew silly little patterns on the other.

Suguru stared at you from below with hearts flickering in his eyes, sweat licking his body and lips stretched in a smile. You suddenly felt your chest heavy and bent down to kiss him, and the strange feeling went away under Geto’s hand, harboured behind your neck. It was such a delicate, wholesome kiss that you curled your feet in response, inhaling his scent in as it went on.

Gojo Satoru might’ve been the world, but Suguru was your world.

His soft lips were on your collarbone when he said:

“I think Judas would be a cool name to use on stage.”

“Don’t you dare.”

© azanthys — do not copy, translate, repost and modify my works.

[tododeku-or-bust]

hey I just wanted to ask about the ofmd post. I know you called the show racist so I’d like some elaboration if you’re open to that? I’m a bit confused as to what you mean. But there definitely is a racist interpretation that many people on tumblr ascribe to in which Izzy is a good guy.

Okay so I'm going to preface this by saying I did not watch OFMD. I personally don't find Taika Waititi's form of humor funny in general. (And now, with the whole Zionist thing, 🤷🏾‍♀️) So I can't sit here and point out scene for scene. But that's not really my issue to begin with.

The first part of my issue is the characters involved in the main romance. Both of them were slave traders/owners. It didn't HAVE to be those two people. The writers could have come up with completely fictional people for this pirate story, so... why? But that happened. Okay.

The second part is that it makes sense then, right, that some Black people would find themselves uncomfortable romanticizing people involved in their violent oppression irl. Because as far as I remember (before I blocked the tag out of sheer annoyance) no one was really saying "don't watch the show". They were saying "I'm not going to watch this show because-". If an important part of the show is relating to and liking these guys, and you think of your enslavement when you see them, then you probably won't want to relate or care lmao.

And what really bothered me was that when Black people would point out this discomfort ever since the show dropped- a completely valid discomfort to have- fans of the show would jump on the bit to be incredibly anti-Black racist, under the guise of "queer representation" and often considering themselves and their opinion simultaneously that of a white savior.

This whole video here (it goes kinda fast) is a joke, but it really does encompass that entire blow up of someone truly being shocked and appalled that "if we don't let our show with our racist ship exist, you'll RUIN QUEER REP FOR EVERYONE" type shit and tbh, it's a very white perspective to have. The vitriol, as though their rights were actually threatened, was honestly batshit (calling pointing racism out "infighting" 🙄). Queer rep doesn't just die because someone told you to not be racist or to consider how your creations may affect others (gasp! Brown queer people exist too!!) 🤣.

and while this person clearly had a meltdown live action, there are people all over fandom who unironically and consistently behave like this, who hide their racism behind their queer identity and act like they can't be called out and held accountable because of it.

It was and is disgusting behavior, it just got put on blast in a hilarious way that doesn't often happen bc the majority usually agrees with the racist assessment.

(It's why so many closeted racist posts on here get tens of thousands of likes and reblogs by people who really think they're not racist, yet don't even hear the dogwhistles behind what they're saying or sharing. But that's a tangent.)

In summary: it was the behavior of the fandom for me that was incredibly racist, and the thoughtlessness of the premise of the show's main romance that was racist. The show itself, I didn't watch, so I can't tell you about that. 👍🏾

[gayandgayerforventi]

꒰ ָ֢ ׁ 𓈒 venti ◌ hcs ׁ 𓈒 𝆬 ꒱

𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊

-modern highschool au

♡ You can not look me dead in the eye and tell me that he wouldn't be the biggest troublemaker ever.

♡ I genuinely believe that he'd use he/they pronouns. Like change my mind and all, but I can just see it.

♡ Not sure if this is obvious or not, but winking for him is > . Winking in photos, winking at friends, just winking in general. Not to the point he overuses it, but uses them a lot more than majority of people

♡ Kind of like the first point, but tell me he isn't the most mischievous mf alive. Like I genuinely believe chaos is something that in any other normal au he'd gravitate towards.

♡ Probably gets a lot of bitches. Like he's probably had at the very least ten people come up to him and ask for his snap or something, thinking he's a girl.

♡ I can definitely see people being gay for him though.

♡ Would most likely be decently popular. I mean, he's a well-known bard so it makes sense that the popularity would join him in a highschool au.

♡ I can see him being an entertainment source and thriving off the attention.

♡ Underage drinker. Do I need to elaborate.

♡ I can see him with at least one or two fucked up relationships. It just crossed my mind, but eh.

♡ I can imagine that if you do get his number, the texts will be things like ' hey, did we get any hw in music theory todya '. Typo intended. And asking for random meetups, so that he just doesn't have to pay.

♡ I can see him jokingly saying yes to a lot of shit for the laughs of it. Definitely been in a lot of serious trouble for it.

♡ I'm sorry for this one, but imagine him starting this half cared for hate page for the school he goes to. Like, Venti. School hate page. Sorry, but that's funny as hell-

♡ Also, shameless self promo, but if you're looking for an actual ff with a little troublemaker Venti, my AO3's for you. I'm straight up positive that it hasn't been thought of before; talking the whole plot I made in general. *

♡ If you saw my last ( and first ) tumblr post, no you didn't. Lmao.

♡ * The plot's pretty much a performing arts school, full or theatre kids and all of that kinds of stuff, the more creative part of things. Insert a troublemaker Venti and a troublemaker Reader causing chaos on stage. Check the ff to find out more. ;)

♡ And if you're unaware ( probably ) my AO3 is ANGELD8ST.

♡ I'm new to Tumblr, but not new to writing. This is a shared account, and it's Qilin writing here. I can not guarantee that the person I share this account with won't also post things, so as clarification, I write and post things about Genshin Impact, Toilet bound Hanako san, and maybe other sorts of animes. I only write for TBHK and Genshin at the moment. ♡ For requests, just leave a comment. I'll be sure to read it.

♡ But for now, that's all from me. Thank you for reading, bye bye. Notes are always appreciated. <3

[chernabogs]

wait wait let me submit another one from that ask game again ames if u dont mind XD 🧪 (esp this one since ur fae info in ur stories are quite elaborate :0✨) 💕 💛💭and 🎁!!

OFC I DON'T MIND 💕

🧪 Do you research for your fics?

Chronically LMAO. I mentioned in other posts, but I'm a big stickler for factual information. If I'm drawing in anything from outside cultures or resources into my fics, I won't put it in unless I've absolutely covered my bases. I did this with the Sin Eater fic, and I'm currently doing it with Erlkönig, since both have things from cultures (in this case Celtic) I'm not personally involved in. Research is why I did that massive Styx and Fae write up too as a point of reference so I don't get it wrong when I write a fic.

Honestly, if I ended up writing plumbing into a fic somehow, I'd research that too LMAO

💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

Ohhhh probably Elegy... or the Monody series as a whole. I thought those were good 😌 I still like Mead & Ignocolists tho LMAO my Lilia fics... come back from the war bbg

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

You need to love what you're writing. Don't ever do a prompt, or a request, that you don't have a love for bc it'll be a drag for you and no matter how good it may be, it will never seem right in your eyes. Also do NOT force yourself to write. The same lesson can be learned if you're trying to get through burnout by just forcing the words out—it will never seem right to you. Plus it just extends the burnout (this I know ☠️)

Let sleeping dogs (or dragons in some cases lmao) lie for a while until you feel inspired to poke them a bit. And don't feel guilty about it, either. No one is mad at you or upset with you if you don't write 500 words that day—your brain is just being a jerk. A break is sometimes the best thing you can do for yourself.

💭 What inspires you and your writing?

Me and my 20+ spotify playlists against the world LMAOO 😭 beyond that, a lot of real like things! The stuff I wrote for some fics (like Monody for example) come from friends and other lived experiences. My Maleficia fic drew from my great-grandmother and grandmother (had to get that g-ma mindset yk) and the rather complex stoicism they held (I get u, Malleus). Some of my Lilia fics drew from history I've read or stories of war-eras. Erlkönig is inspired by my own love of folklore and myth and my excitement to see it in a game like twst. Also the poem ofc.

So... a lot of things, really! Music, art, books, and history being the biggest ones!! (Music especially, though. A good song can generate a thousand ideas like trailers for a film in the brain)

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

Dcjejcjejf maybe... Levan WIP xoxo

His fingers dip into the black ichor that pools at the base of the mirror, his pale skin becoming stained as the scent of tar, and ozone, and everything man-made—foul!—drowns his senses.

"What is it that you seek?" The voice asks again, drawling out the words in a mixture of lethargy and resentment. Levan's golden gaze flickers back up to meet their void-like stare.

"... to try again," he exhales.

[morgana-ren]

Okay, so, you talked a bit about the whole- bastard three (four) interacting with someone who already knew their whole deal (or most of it like we do reading your posts), but mostly just Corvus. Could I ask for more elaboration on it? Maybe with the other's reactions to someone like that? It's been jangling around in my brain for a few days now, and I can't see it going well lol. Love all your posts about these assholes

If you want, I can do a separate post about what it is like before they take you. I just went with after in a general sense lmao. So, this is assuming they have already made a move, and you happen to know aaaaaall about them. This is also in a broad, sweeping kind of way, so if you have any more specific questions you wanted answered, just let me know! I can get more specific but I'd need a little more... specific, if that makes sense lmao I did them all in different styles, so if one in particular appeals to you, let me know and I can do something else more in that vein.

Out of all of them, Reaver is the mostly likely to do something very stupid.

Reaver does not want anyone knowing his backstory. He's not necessarily pleased that his brothers know. It's something he doesn't tell anyone and keeps shrouded very deliberately. Two things he will kill someone for finding out: 1) his past in Oakvale and who he was before he became Reaver and 2) just how deeply he was in love with Sparrow before she died. He doesn't want anyone knowing he loves anything or is even capable of it. It ruins his image, you see. He is Reaver, and if he's anything else to you, he isn't going to be pleased. At all.

If you know his whole little past gimmick, he isn't going to like that one bit. Keep in mind, you probably don't mean anything to him yet. He going to see you as a complication. Even if he's looking to bed you or own you or whatever, he will kill you if he thinks you know something you shouldn't know...

Assuming the others don't step in. If you're being shared (say early days before any feelings develop) Corvus will not allow anyone to kill you. He finds it in poor taste to kill people you've slept with. It might be different if they're starting to develop feelings, but Reaver is the one you need to tread the most carefully around. Even over Corvus who is arguably extremely sensitive about his childhood and won't mention it willingly. Even he will come clean with you before Reaver.

He's going to ask how you know, shoot you in the knees until you tell him— unless the others stop him. And then a bullet between the eyes— unless the others stop him, again. My advice is not to let it slip just how much you know. That information needs to come on his terms. You might be able to subtly hint at something and it might lend you insight into who he is and how to maneuver him, but by God, for your own sake, do not come out and say it.

It might make him a bit easier to manipulate though, although it probably isn't going to matter. It means he is capable of love, but it also means acknowledging just how closed off from it he truly is. If he wants to fuck you, he's going to be dogged about it anyway, and rest assured, he will. Knowing who he is might make it easier to figure out what he likes, which is to say praise, admiration, star-struck like behavior. Probably best not to give him that.

Knowing what he likes... Well, you're going to figure that out quickly anyway. I would honestly say that Reaver is the one where it gives you no direct advantage at all. He will tell you what he likes. And then he will do it. Reaver is an open book, save the beginning chapters. And he doesn't take kindly to people reading them.

Look, nothing good is coming from knowing in Reaver's case. The only time he is going to say a damn thing is if he's so far gone with you that he couldn't stomach the thought of losing you, and even then, it's begrudgingly. In all of the AUs, none of the girls have managed to get Reaver to open up. Only his brothers have. Ever. They're usually wise enough to let sleeping dogs lie.

Keep in mind, Reaver can quickly turn into the most evil of the three. His temper is the scariest, and when things get dark, they get dark. I'm not saying you want to make a sport of pissing off Corvus, but seriously. Reaver is hard to make mad, but when he is—

Run. Hide. Or try. You will learn quickly that is something you do not want.

Reaver in love is different and man, it's... interesting.

Astarion isn't nearly as temperamental. Look, he's probably not going to come outright and tell you these things in most cases, but he's not going to break his own back hiding it like Reaver does. If you already know about Cazador and his centuries of slavery, well... Maybe you'll understand him a bit better then.

He is adamant he has moved on with his life and is happy now, and he means it. It's not a proud point of his history, but it is history. He's happy now with his brothers and with you and he would prefer to not dredge up the past.

Astarion, however, is the most likely to be sympathetic if you're viewing your situation as slavery. Not... Very, to be honest, but if you're a good manipulator, you can get him to have mercy. Corvus will just gaslight you into thinking you're not a slave and say he doesn't dabble in flesh trade. Reaver doesn't care. He utilizes slave labor all the time in business. Ilya will say it's unfortunate you view things that way. But Astarion? You might be able to get him to have pity.

If you're good with words, you can impress just how badly the loss of bodily autonomy is affecting you. He won't do anything so foolish as letting you go, but he might convince the others that it's breaking you and they need to ease up a little bit. That you need to have more of a life than just being their toy. Or he will try, anyway.

Astarion is mostly an open book sexually. He wants to drink you, and he wants whatever he's in the mood for. I suppose you could view it as an advantage, but mostly, he's pretty honest. Knowing what he likes isn't of much consequence because similar to Reaver, he will simply tell you.

He won't just kill you for knowing things you shouldn't. He might be impressed, actually. He doesn't have much to hide, so he doesn't exactly feel threatened by it. He is, of course, going to be curious how you know, but I swear to God if you sent him my way because I've been blabbing their secrets on the internet, I will kill you.

I think the main advantage of knowing who they are is avoiding the initial confusion and not falling for their bullshit. If they've already got you, though.. well, it's minimal help until later unless there's a specific scenario where it comes into play.

Ilya... He's going to be perplexed. There's no way you should know any of that information. You aren't thousands of years old so you couldn't have possibly been there to witness it. Sure, a canny historian might've put together his place in history, but there's no physical way to trace it back to him. He's going to calmly ask you what you know, and how.

This is if, like the others, you slip up and let a little too much information and he catches on to the fact that you know more than you should. He will deliberately try to slip you up by saying something that is incorrect and watch your facial expressions to tell if you know he's lying. If he catches on, he's going to set out to find out just how much you know.

By knowing Ilya's past and his gimmick, you actually do have a leg up on him. He is deeply lonely and reclusive, and almost no one knows his true self. He's very deliberate in the cold mask he wears, and you happen to know that is a lie. It is possible to reach him. It is possible to make him care. If you can just get him to view you as more than a concubine--

But Ilya is clever. He's going to know what you're doing. Honestly, it's an age old tactic, getting your captor to see you as a person rather than an object to be owned. It will intrigue him and he will humor you.

He will talk about his past with you, but tiptoe very carefully around subjects like his mother and father. Keep it to his conquests and his impressive battle prowess unless he brings it up-- and he won't unless he really trusts you.

He will be forced to view you on an even tier. You somehow know things you shouldn't. It's an interesting plot twist, to be sure, but I wouldn't say he feels threatened by it. Ilya was famous back in the day. It's nice to be able to talk openly about all of his deeds. It's nice to have someone know and admire him. Assuming you admire him. Perhaps you're more one of those peace-loving types. Either way, it'll lead to an interesting conversation.

It puts a little damper on his fun-having by making it so he can't lie to you, but unlike Corvus, that isn't what gets him off necessarily. It can be fun, but it's not his whole thing. He will, in a way, respect you more because he cannot pull his funny little games. You have forced him to be forthright with you. He has to respect that.

But see, since you know things, he's going to use that to his advantage. Not in a fun way for you. You know so much. Clearly you know how to please him, hmm? Know what he likes? Come on, you knew so much before, surely you know this. Don't lie to him. Come on now. Use that big, imaginative mind of yours. You must know how to make him happy. Surely that's part of all that information tucked away in there.

What I'm saying here is unfortunately, while you have an advantage on knowing him, he is going to have his own advantage by turning that against you. He isn't necessarily sensitive about his past in the way Reaver is or guarded like Corvus. He will simply look at it as a "So, you know a great many things. I'm impressed." and be curious how you know. Again, DO NOT send him to me. I created him, I know what a monster he is. He won't be happy with me for giving him such a shitty backstory.

Corvus, again, is the one that it will send the most for a ride. He likes being the one in control. He likes having the information. He likes being the one with the upper hand. By knowing him, you've taken his fun away, and he isn't going to appreciate that one fucking bit.

He will try to lie and confuse you. Ask where you're getting your information because it's painfully inaccurate. He will switch up his entire personality to ruin your thoughts and confuse you. You will question if what I am saying is true: it is. Do not let him fool you. He is very good at it.

Do not mention his 'father' and do not mention his 'siblings.' Do not mention who he was before he became him. Do not make him feel like this is a weakness. Do not mention the people he loved. If you're smart, you will make him think it makes you fear him more knowing all of this, and honestly, it should.

Don't bother trying to hide yourself in your thoughts, because like Ilya, he is a mind reader and he is a very powerful cleric.

Knowing about Corvus and what he holds dear actually does give you a huge advantage, but good luck utilizing it. He is very much capable of deep, obsessive love and now you know just how to stoke that fire. You know what he respects and what he likes. You will know to pamper him, compliment him often and sincerely, make his meals, tend to him like a wife. You will know he likes 'traditional' dresses for his women, and that he goes feral for a girl in an apron making him dessert. His favorite is Lemon Drizzle. You know even when you please him greatly, you will never know. He will find things to bitch about and reasons to punish you. You could bake him the most delicious cake in the fucking world, and he will go "It's adequate" while making you serve him the entire thing. Pray he does not ask if you want any.

You will know what is in store for you and that you should have avoided being anywhere near him. After all, there's always a chance he's going to take an interest.

You will know to never listen to him when he says it's his birthday. He is lying. Have a present prepared beforehand. He will do it again tomorrow.

You will know he loves to see you cry, but really, it's best to avoid that because it sends him feral. You know he goes absolutely nutty for nuns and religious girls and perhaps you can utilize that. You will know he will drain you within an inch of your life and revive you and do it again. He will hurt you very badly; you cannot avoid this. He will do the most degenerate shit you've ever seen in bed and then call you the whore.

Call him big brother in bed. Go on. Do it. Watch how feral he goes if you call him daddy. He will deny it afterwards but you are in for a ride. He is capable of making you see the face of God in the sheets, but he won't. He has a long, long tongue and holy fuck-- but he will not do it. He will only tell you he could, but won't unless you've earned it. You will never earn it.

These are a small snippet of things I could possibly tell you about him and things you can try to use against him, but you are going up against the master (and you will be calling him that before he gets worked up enough to finally make you call him something filthier.) His is high risk, high reward. Chances are, you won't win, but if you do? Congrats! You're married with a baby on the way! Married for fucking ETERNITY, by the way.

There was one Au where he tricked a girl into signing a contract for her soul and hand in marriage when they had a drunken night of bonding and murdering politicians together. Even when he is kind, he is not kind. If he wants you, it's you he will have. So think long and hard if you want him to love you, because there is no escaping his love.

Then again, he's already sleeping with you. What else do you have to lose?

[cashthecomposer]

Various ideas I've had for costumes for my musical:

Byron should wear an absolutely flamboyant smoking jacket with gold thread and red roses and no shame, whatsoever. I already found the perfect fabric!

Mary is breastfeeding at this time, so I need to make a corset (well, stays) and bodice for the gowns she wears that make for easy removal, or partial removal, to lend authenticity.

Percy is married to Harriet at this time, so I was thinking of giving him a lover's charm brooch, bearing her gaze, watching as he defies their union. Even though the audience won't notice, care, or understand, I feel like it'll add something for the actors on stage, particularly Mary, to see that. To feel that. :))))))

Percy has this ~thing~ with drowning. So, I want a water motif in each of his outfits! Maybe like, a vest with an ocean scene painted on it? A scarf with lil fishies on it? SHOULD I GIVE HIM TINY LITTLE FISHY EARRINGS???? idk

Also, like, when he's soaking wet... which happens twice in the show lmao... surely there's a way to mimic that with a costume, rather than drenching the poor dude twice a night for the whole run lmao. I'll have to research that.

Mary died of a brain tumor. I feel like she should wear a headpiece in every part of the show, as an ode to this fact.

On that note, as the show goes on, I'd like her costume to reflect her state of mind, and slowly deteriorate. If we do wigs, then I'd like her hair to go from elaborate/near, to simple/messy over the course of the show.

I feel like Mary should wear simpler clothes, dark colors, or maybe just like, all black, while Claire should wear fancier clothes, bright colors, or even all white. Either way, they should contrast each other at every turn.

Polidori is a goth. With a top hat. I must insist on the fucking top hat.

Should everyone wear black lipstick and nail polish? I have a thing for black lipstick and nail polish. I vote YES.

Uhhhhhh I feel like they should have a change of clothes each 'day', that foreshadows what's going on, as well as the stories to be told that particular day. Idk though. That's a lot.

When it comes to Frankenstein, I literally just want [redacted bc spoiler] to wear, like, glasses, and a lab coat. And the monster? I want a naked BEAST (but idk if my director will go for that) with scarred stitches across his body that are warped and horrible, grey skin, long beautiful black hair, the works.

And the Vampyre? fuckin Bela Lugosi that shit. Like I wanna stop just short of getting sued for copyright violation, that's how bad I want to rip off his look lmao.

Claire is pergananante so, I think her costumes should all reflect 'life', creation, that sort of thing. Like, pretty flowers, birds, fire, all could be motifs explored in her gowns. Youthful, is the other key word to her look.

That's about it, for now. May add to this post later. May delete later. Who knows for sure. If you have comments, I'd love to hear them.

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[toutallyahoe]

Everybody Talks ~ Iwaizumi Hajime (Haikyuu) pt 1

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a/n: i forgot to post this here, lmao whoops

but anyways, had to split this because tumblr cant support 7000+ words asdfghjkll

this is my longest one shot so far, please enjoy it. em begging thee

part one | part two | part three

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"Hey baby won't you look my way?

I can be your new addiction,"

There it goes again, the annoying song that he was already very familiarized with as it was the very same song that his soulmate had been listening non-stop for the past few days. Iwaizumi Hajime doesn't know if his soulmate had a different time zone than his (thirteen hours difference to be exact) or just a psychopath listening to the loud song for the whole night that the dark haired male could barely sleep. And it had been almost a week already!

"Hey baby what you gotta say?

All you're giving me is fiction,"

Hajime doesn't even understood the song that much despite it's catchy tune. It was in, on what he assumed, was english. Yes, it was very catchy song at first as the beat was very enjoyable and the singer had a nice voice— but listening to the song for almost one week straight? It can drive anyone insane. And Iwaizumi Hajime had to deal with listening to the song over and over again in non-stop repeat because of his (probably) psychopath soulmate listen to it in full volume.

"I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time,"

The dark haired male was rather a bit thankful that the volume of the song he was hearing was a bit bearable as whatever song anyone's soulmate was listening too, it was projected to the other about only eighty percent the noise. Still, the song was loud and Hajime wonders if his soulmate would go deaf with how loud the song was playing on their end. Well, if they weren't going deaf already.

"I found out that everybody talks,

Everybody talks, everybody talks,

It started with a whisper!"

Sighing, Hajime stared at the ceiling of his room, a small frown on his lips. God, his soulmate was lowkey an asshole for making him listen to the same song over and over again for the past few days. If he ever finds his soulmate, the dark haired male was sure to beat them up— or at least, be angry at them for making him listen to a song that he could barely sleep.

"And that was when I kissed her!

And then she made my lips hurt!"

Looking at the alarm clock on top of his nightstand beside his bed, the dark haired male let out another annoyed grunt as he saw the time. It was already midnight and he still had school to attend to tomorrow. Not to mention volleyball practice early in the morning aswell.

God, for a moment, Hajime hated the soulmate bond so, so much.

"I could hear the chit chat!

Take me to your love shack!"

But Iwaizumi Hajime also remembered that his soulmate rather had a nice taste in music that even made him listen to his soulmates favorite bands— or at least he assumes they were their favorite bands.

Hajime was stuck with the soulmate bond that let's him hear the song what his soulmate was listening too, and it reminded the dark haired male that his soulmate was somehow sharing a part of themselves to him.

"Mamas always gotta back track!

When everybody talks back!"

Sighing again, Hajime wished he would just smack his soulmate right now.

  

"Hey honey you could be my drug?

You could be my new prescription,"

Hajime let out an annoyed grunt as he just finished serving and stood outside the court. It was unfortunately out of bounds as he put too much pressure on hitting the ball, but Hajime could barely care about it right now.

"Too much could be an overdose!

All this trash talk make me itchin'!"

Jesus fucking Christ, it was practically by the end of the day, but his soulmate was still listening to the song? The dark haired male now fully believed his soulmate was a psychopath. Period.

"Oh my, my,

Everybody talks, everybody talks,

Everybody talks, too much..."

"Woah, losing your edge there ace!" Hajime turned his head to whoever had said those words and saw it was a fellow third year and (unfortunately) friend of his, Hanamaki Takahiro. The light brown (pink-ish?) haired male had an eyebrow raised towards him but an amused smirk on his lips with his arms crossed over his chest.

"You okay there? Or are you getting old already?" Takahiro snickered as Hajime rolled his eyes at the wing spiker. The light brown (salmon???) haired player was always a bit of a tease along with another third year, Matsukawa Issei. Speaking of the middle blocker, it seemed like the black haired middle blocker also decided to come and join on annoying the dark haired ace.

"You've been also more annoyed than usual," Issei pointed out as he stood next to his light brown (pastel pink???) haired friend with his arms crossed on his chest aswell. "Love the eye bags, by the way," Issei continued as he grinned while Takahiro snickered more at his comment.

"Oh, shut up," Hajime had grunted as he rubbed the temple on his head. The dark haired ace was already tired from the lack of sleep and practicing volleyball even if he do love the sport. He can't deal with his teams bullshit right now.

"Iwa-chan can't sleep because of his soulmate!" Yelled the volleyball captain of the males volleyball club of Aoba Johsai, Oikawa Tōru, who was unfortunately the dark haired male's best friend since childhood from across the court. How did he know what the three were talking about? No one would ever know other than knowing the captain enjoyed gossip and doesn't care if he even gets caught listening to conversations that doesn't include him. Oikawa Tōru had no shame.

Sighing again, Hajime was so fucking done. Of course the chocolate brown haired male would know about his soulmate problem even if he doesn't say anything about it. For some odd reason, Tōru had a sixth sense with him and his soulmate. How annoying.

"Because of your soulmate...?" Takahiro asked, confused. The confusion on his face was immediately then replaced with an amused look as a shit eating grin was replaced the smirk on his lips. Hajime already felt the headache coming.

"That's pretty kinky, not gonna lie," Takahiro said with no shame whatsoever. Obviously his imaginations running wild from the chocolate brown haired male's shout about Hajime and his soulmate. Issei could only chuckle at his friend's words as they both look at the dark haired ace who was slowly losing his sanity and patience.

"But seriously, Iwaizumi. What's the deal with your soulmate?" Issei asked. Finally something Hajime could actually answer and not be teased by the assholes that he calls his teammates and friends. Unfortunately.

"The dumbass hasn't stopped listening to this one song for almost a week now," Hajime grunted as he could still hear the said song in his mind.

"It started with a whisper!

And that was when I kissed her!

And then she made my lips hurt!"

"Really?" Takahiro said, a bit surprised that a measly song would annoy the dark haired ace. Sure, Iwaizumi Hajime was a bit of a hot headed person but he was a hot headed person who can control his temper— unless it's with Oikawa Tōru, then Hajime would not hesitate to beat the shit outta the chocolate haired captain.

"What's so bad with the song?" And it seemed like the black haired middle blocker agreed aswell as Issei asked that question. The taller male didn't know if he should congratulate their ace's soulmate for making the dark haired male so annoyed and irritated for the past few days or feel bad for Hajime.

"The song isn't the problem," Hajime huffed as he saw both Takahiro and Issei look at him with raised brows. Clearly wanting him to elaborate more since they were confused. Sighing, the dark haired male decided to just come out with it. "They just have been playing the song non-stop and it's driving me insane."

"I could hear the chit chat!

Take me to your love shack!"

"What's the song?" The light brown (peach?!?) haired male had asked. Curious on what Hajime's soulmate was listening to. Can you blame him though? Their ace seemed to be a bit secretive with his soulmate, even if they had been teammates and friends for years. Iwaizumi Hajime didn't seemed to like talking about his soulmate, either it be him not liking them or just likes his privacy. It was probably the latter but who knows?

Sighing again, Hajime gestured the two to follow him to the changing room. The practice was almost over anyways and both Takahiro and Issei had finished their serves earlier ago aswell. The dark haired ace was going to let the two third years hear the song he had been listening to for the past few days with his phone. Hajime, after all, downloaded the song his soulmate had been listening to non-stop.

  

"Mamas always gotta back track!

When everybody talks back!"

Arriving at the changing room with the two males tagging along, Hajime wasted no time going to his assigned locker and opened it up. Taking out his phone and unlocking it, Hajime immediately then went to his music app and searched the song his soulmate had forced him to listen to for almost a week.

"Never thought I'd live to see the day,

When everybody's words got in the way!"

Finding the song, the dark haired ace turned to both his friend and gave them a blank expression as he hit play on the song.

The familiar intro of the song played loud on the device's speaker and it didn't take long for the singer started singing the song that Hajime was song he could sing along perfectly from how much he had heard the song already. The dark haired male had practically memorized the lyrics of the song already and he wasn't even kidding.

"Woah," Issei whistled as he look at the song that was playing in Hajime's phone more closely. "Damn ace, you're soulmate has taste!" The black haired male said. Rather surprised and impressed to the song Hajime's soulmate taste in music.

"It's in english too," Takahiro pointed out. He then turned to look at Issei who looked at him aswell. The two seemed to be communicating without even saying anything, but seeing the furrowed eyebrows and small frown on their lips, Hajime knew what they were thinking.

"Your soulmate is probably in a foreign country..." Takahiro said as he looked back at the dark haired ace. A bit worried but the wing spiker seemed to force a grin on his lips. "That's so cool!"

"Yeah, you're pretty lucky to get a foreign soulmate ace," Issei said. "Imagine getting help with english!" The black haired male chuckled. The two friends continued on listing the positives of having a soulmate who can talk in english and joking about it.

The dark haired ace didn't seemed to listen to the two though.

Hajime knew that there was a huge possibility that his soulmate was in another country than where he was. Soulmates were rarely even in the same cities most of the time, so Hajime fully knows about him maybe not meeting his soulmate. Still, it still hurts to think that his soulmate was far away from him and probably would not meet.

Iwaizumi Hajime didn't considered himself as a hopeless romantic, but it had always been his dream to meet the other person who he had sharing music to since he was seven years old.

There were two reasons why Hajime hated sharing about his soulmates music taste. First was that it hurts to be reminded that Hajime would only hear the song his soulmate was listening to and most of the time those songs were in english and were too loud for his liking. Sure, his soulmate listened to some mellow song aswell like lo-fi and even taking note on songs he listened too aswell, but his soulmate seemed to enjoy the upbeat and loud ones a lot.

Second was that Hajime felt like the music he listened from his soulmate were sacred. It was a silly thing to think but for the dark haired ace, the music and songs his soulmate was listening too, it was only for him to listen to and only him alone.

God, perhaps Iwaizumi Hajime was a hopeless romantic. Or at least, a little bit of a hopeless romantic with how he thinks about some dumb songs his soulmate was listening too.

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[skiingcows]

8 - Best soundtrack?

13 - A game you were most excited for when it wasn't released yet?

27 - Has there ever been a moment that made you cry?

8 - Best soundtrack

Oh GOD uhhhh you know I think I'm gonna have to give it to Outer Wilds. The soundtrack is just so evocative and interesting and totally inseparable from the game. Pyre probably deserves runner up for those same reasons, and Hades has an excellent soundtrack too. Basically all of the games I love have great soundtracks though.

13 - A game you were most excited for when it wasn't released yet?

Hmmm I'm sure one of the Pokemon games probably deserves that honor? Risk of Rain 2 is also in contention. Recently though probably Get in the Car, Loser. It's a very odd little game but I follow the developer on Twitter so seeing it come together made me pretty excited to play it. It was extremely good too.

27- Has there ever been a moment that made you cry?

Hoo boy okay I will tear up at all sorts of random shit so here's a random list of moments I can remember off the top of my head (minimal spoilers)

Feel free to send me a message if you want some elaboration on any of these but I didn't want to spoil anything

Dear Esther

The moment at the end of the game after you reach the top of the radio tower. I won't spoil it for a bunch of reasons but that's probably the single most transcendental personal experience I've had with maybe ANY piece of media ever? I'm not sure how applicable it would be to anyone else but wow I think about that one a LOT

Disclaimer there: even as a "walking simulator defender" I must concede that Dear Esther is a hard sell. It's an extremely bizarre experience lmao

Firewatch

Literally the OPENING. What the fuck was that about???? I really liked the whole game but I honestly kind of feel like the part before the game is the most effective part of the game. Which is WEIRD

Transistor

Holy SHIT the end of Transistor is WILD. I was not even remotely prepared. And then the POST CREDITS SCENE OMFGGGGG

Bastion

Zulf no! D:

Outer Wilds

Honestly just like. Everything about it makes me really emotional. I went in knowing literally nothing and I cannot recommend that experience highly enough

Eliza

This whole game is great at setting an emotional mood quite honestly. You should play it if you can tolerate visual novels. You. Yeah, you.

To the Moon

The whole fuckin end of the game sure did blindside me.

Tacoma

The final moments of the game. Man it was just such good tension building and then the last reveal is just perfect.

Unrelated but the way the main characters ship says "OOOkayyyyyy" has wedged itself in my head. It only happens like TWICE in the game but it's very funny to me for some reason

What Remains of Edith Finch

Another extremely weird game. But it was like. Designed from the ground up to be as emotional as possible so y'know it makes sense that playing it is a wild fucking ride

Gone Home

The fuckin revelation at the end holy shit. I know this game has been talked to death but seriously if you don't mind the idea of a walking simulator and you haven't played Gone Home just do it. Don't read anything about it just. Try it.

Mass Effect 3

Saying goodbye to Kaidan :(

Various Halo games

Some of the Halo games actually set up some pretty genuinely emotional moments. Others... Do not lmao

This quickly turned into me going through my steam library. I'm sure I'm missing some games from other platforms but I can't think of any off the top of my head

[threeletterslife]

CHjakldfjskANA I am lowkey embarrassed to say that I am confused by pt 2 of Ignis Fatuus ;-; I get what happens literally, but I'm pretty sure I'm missing out on all of the more underlying messages and what the ending is supposed to represent and what you were intending to convey ;-; I guess I'll just talk about parts that I thiNk I understood and hopefully won't make me sound like an idiot :D I really liked how the endings to both the dream and reality were paralleled,

but houf I was kind of exasperated in the beginning when everyone was dying on the hypothetical trip to the hospital. I always kind of felt like they would just let Y/N die, because logically speaking, even if they ended up at the hospital, none of them are really qualified to treat TSS so they would just be going on a suicide mission because as shown, zombies are e v e r y wh e r e :D So when it was revealed that was only a dream, I was like yAY thank goodness :,,) The part at the end before

Y/N dies when Jungkook corrects her saying “it’s did well and not did good” was a reaLLY nice way to end things though :,) jklsfjkls I don’t know, Chana pls send help+explanations because I’m definitely only understanding the very surface level ideas of Ignis Fatuus D: I think the very vEry ending though is a big part of the whole Ignis Fatuus thing though because back in pt 1 in Target Jungkook was like omg yes don’t worry Y/N things will be over and we’ll definitely be able to play baseball

again without any zombies around, but aaa Chana why are there thRee “endings”,, that’s making me think there’s something very elaborate about how all of the endings could be tied together/are related :,D 🌻 anyways I think? the first part to my ask might've not gone through because it didn't have the "thank you, your ask has been received" message when I clicked ask but o well :,) it was just me lowkey embarrassing myself because I am confused on the ending of Ignis Fatuus :,)

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GOOD NEWS! the first part of your ask WAS received!! and omg yes i totally understand ignis fatuus pt 2 was kinda hectic so lemme just clear up the confusion ✨

i think the whole ignis fatuus stORY is a bit hard to digest. the only ‘realistic’ element in the story is really that the members self-quarantined LOL. other than that, i really took inspiration from the office (though it may not seem like that). jungkook and yn are the only “normal” ones in the group of eight just like jim and pam were the only normal ones in an office full of crackheads LMAO. i just thought it would be cool to tell the story of two normal pple stuck with six other crazies (all equally obsessed with something different. i mean namjoon studying DURING the apocalypse?? seokjin obsessed with the kitchen? hoseok obsessed with his secretary??) and i chose to go for a very subtle romance so it wouldn’t overshadow the other dynamic characters

to elaborate on the endings!

the first one (the one that yn dreams): only in her wildest dreams would the seven men yn’s learned to love and live with DIE to save her. i mean, in a sick, twisted way, isn’t that what so many romance movies depict? the knight sacrifices his life to save his princess. it’s shit that only happens in your head. it’s tragic and stupid, yes, but also honorable in it’s own way. maybe yn subconsciously wanted all seven men to help save her life (even though it wouldn’t logically make sense). but maybe she wanted a knight in shining armor. i mean, isn’t that what media brainwashes women to think? yn’s dream is her subconscious acting up. she’s a helpless woman (sick from a mf bacterial infection that women mostly get) and she must depend on men to save her. but the end of her dream concludes that it’s not a matter of who saves who. some people just can’t be saved. yn doesn’t have a knight in shining armor. even before she got sick, she is a strong, independent woman. jungkook offers her emotional support, but he never outwardly saves her from any disasters. in fact, in part 1, yn is the on who saves jk. maybe, in yn’s subconscious, she wants to be saved. who doesn’t? it’s not a female v. male thing. being saved just means doing less work (and who doesn’t want that?). the savior, on the other hand, must go through the trauma and carry the responsibility of another’s life. maybe that’s why yn had her dream! another, more obvious reason yn’s dream turned out that way may be because that’s her worst fear—watching everyone she cared about die in front of her eyes (but also being too helpless to be able to stop it). she’s also afraid of dying alone, which she did in her dream. you’re absolutely right though! the second part of ignis fatuus is supposed to make you feel exasperated—frustrated and pissed, even. it’s just supposed to be nonsense, honestly. just stupid shit happening in rapid succession. it’s literally a fever dream. and also a dream carefully crafted by yn’s subconscious

a lot of the ‘deeper’ meaning is very subjective, though! and even as the writer, my analysis is still subjective. you can honestly analyze ignis fatuus in so many other ways. no analysis is wrong. and it’s also perfectly fine to have no analysis at all! 

the second ending (with yn actually dying) is easier to explain. it’s a direct contrast from yn’s dream where everyone was trying to be the hero. reality is different. even at the end of part 1, joon and jk knew that they wouldn’t be able to take yn to the hospital. yoongi even knew yn would die. they wouldn’t even think of such an outrageous idea to go to the hospital at all. they may have hinted taking yn to the hospital only to make her feel better, to make her feel safe. but they would’ve never actually done it. the plan was always to let her die in the house (as sad as it sounds). but there was really nothing left to do! as you said, none of them (even joon and tae) is qualified to treat tss (nor do they have the medical equipment to do so). the second ending is more of the closure that the first ending didn’t provide. yn wished to die in jk’s arms in the first ending and she got what she wanted in the second ending. but i still didn’t exactly think ending the story with yn’s death (tWICE) would be the best. something didn’t feel right. so i felt like i had to add the third ending for better closure

and you’re totally right! i connected the third ending to what jk and yn had talked about in target. this is essentially a glimpse of their dreams come true. something that didn’t necessarily happen, but something that the readers can imagine and feel at peace with. i thought it was good to wrap up such a traumatic part 2 with something lighter, something sillier and something happier. ignis fatuus is a mf roller coaster. and the title itself ‘ignis fatuus’ literally means something deceptive/deluding. i think part 2 encompassed that well

as for the purpose of this story? to answer the question you may be having, “if yn died after this whole ass journey,,, what was the mf POINT?” maybe there isn’t a point. maybe there is no rhyme or reason. maybe i just told a story as it is. kind of like a reference to waiting for godot but on the less indifferent side. BUT! i would honestly argue that there IS a point! i think the relationship yn made with the seven very distinct men is special. the seven of them are depictions of very stereotypical men. a nerdy med school student, a grumpy bus driver, an impatient businessman, a spoiled daddy’s money lawyer, a scaredy-cat cop, an obsessive chef and a too-perfect-to-be-true baseball player. i think part 1 is interesting to see how the eight of them have created this synergy together. it’s also interesting to see in part 2 how yn twists the men’s stereotypes to fit in the fever dream narrative

ignis fatuus is one of my more depressing stories. i had the idea since january of 2019 so i spent quite a bit of time thinking about it before i decided to write it. i didn’t think i’d end on a lighter note, but i’m happy it turned out that way. 

aNYWAYS sorry this turned out so long 😭😭😭i guess i rambled too much again oOPS. but i swear you’ll get a break from all this depressing writing LOL. i’m not posting another official story until january 15th! (and GOOD NEWS that story is going to be FLUFF!) 

as usual thank you sm for such a kind message 🥺🥺

[sheikah]

I was on IG yesterday and saw a ton of antis insisting with certainty that every element of Jonerys is a D&D ploy and won't actually be in the books. As if GRRM would greenlight a plotline THAT IMPORTANT even though it wouldn't be in the books.

God, exactly. From the beginning it was made explicitly clear that the most important plot points would remain consistent from show to book. And while as a book reader I understand why some people are frustrated by omissions and changes by the time the story hits the screen, this isn’t just random D&D fanfiction. In 2014 they said this about it:

“If you know the ending, then you can lay the groundwork for it. And so we want[ed] to know how everything ends. We want to be able to set things up. So we just sat down with him and literally went through every character.” 

Right there, confirmation that they sat with George and got his version of events so that they could reach that same conclusion. In the same interview, they said “key elements” would be the same.  To elaborate on a post I made earlier in the week, Jenn and I met one of GRRM’s friends at Con of Thrones. It was sort of a weird thing where he struck up conversation with us for a different reason and eventually revealed that he knew George to offer us a book signing. Anyway, he was telling us the story of how George even made the decision in the first place to let ASOIAF be adapted. He explained how George used to work on Twilight Zone and Beauty and the Beast and made it clear that that sort of writing wasn’t really what George liked to do. That kind of business wasn’t appealing to him in the same way that writing fiction on the page was, and so it wasn’t his plan all along to have ASOIAF adapted because he was very protective of it. You can sort of see in his comments about Beauty and the Beast that he was really guarded about saying anything offensive, but he certainly isn’t being very positive about that experience either:

“Sure. I loved the show. Like any show there were high points and low points, but for the most part it was a great show to work on. I learned a lot. I like to think I contributed a lot.”

So, he said that George was not a fan of working in television. When HBO and D&D approached him about Game of Thrones, the story we’ve all heard about George making them confirm Jon’s parentage is true. George’s friend repeated this story to us because he wanted to reiterate how important it was to George to put his story in good hands, with people he trusted and who understood the characters the same way he did. And unprompted by Jenn or myself, he made it a point to say that George still retains a lot of creative control over the show. He said it’s “more than people realize.” He also said that D&D “are doing a great job” continuing the story past the progression of the published books, and that George still “loves” the show. 

So George made sure they had the same interpretation of Jon’s character, and that they know something about Jon that wouldn’t be revealed until book/season 7. From the outset, plans regarding Jon’s character in the current show timeline were made. That would necessarily include Jonerys.So I repeated this whole long story just to confirm that you’re right–there’s no way that something as important as the central romance between the two main characters will be different in the books vs the show. It’s going to happen in the books whether people like it or not. 

If anyone is still unconvinced, there are the comments from Alan Taylor, who directed part of season 7, among other, earlier episodes:

“Anyways, [George] alluded to the fact that Jon and Dany were the point, kind of. That, at the time, there was a huge, vast array of characters, and Jon was a lowly, you know, bastard son. So it wasn’t clear to us at the time, but he did sort of say things that made it clear that the meeting and the convergence of Jon and Dany were sort of the point of the series.”

So there you have it. Alan Taylor repeated this comment in multiple interviews during the airing of s7. If it was false or exaggerated, it would have been mentioned by George and redacted or corrected. Jon and Dany are “the point,” and Jonerys is a thing no matter how you slice it. 

And even if we didn’t have any of the above evidence to go on, there is still the wealth of book AND show!canon foreshadowing of them as a couple for literally years. I started shipping this in 2012, before there were any quotes from the showrunners or GRRM or anyone else. Before there was a single frame of Jon and Dany on one screen. If the fandom could see it coming for that long, there’s a reason. The series is NAMED AFTER THEM for a reason. So yeah. The evidence is there lmao.