#writing scripts is kinda annoying

[charmac]

Sunny doesn’t have a New Years episode I can spam about today, so instead I’m sharing the cold open I wrote for my idea as to how the Gang do New Year's Resolutions:

In essence, my idea is that the Gang do Resolutions by writing down something that's either achievable by them (or something they would like to do) that's difficult to achieve (or would be seen as unpleasant to do) by every other member of the Gang. They draw the "resolutions" at random, so there's a chance they get their own and have fun with it, but obviously there is a greater chance that they get tasked with someone else's. They draw at midday and only have until midnight to complete their resolution, or they face public humiliation by every other member of the Gang.

[district4loading]

Blonde

Twice Sana x Male Reader

6K Words

Content Warning: angst, mentions of cheating, hate sex, possessive sana, breeding kink

Minors DNI

A/N: I've been wanting to write something about THIS^ Sana for a while now but I didn't really know where I wanted to go with the plot. That is until anon requested an interesting kinda angsty and toxic dynamic between reader and Sana.

From anon - "hear me out POSSESSIVE POWER BOTTOM SANA WITH A BREEDING KINK BUT WONT LET IT SHOW BECAUSE SHE’S A FUCKING BRAT AND YOU HATE HER BUT NOT HER BODY"

apologies to anon because I went a tad bit off script..

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She's fucking blonde.

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You don't know how you could ever allow Minatozaki Sana to ruin your life.

She's only five foot four and just a little over a hundred pounds but the heavy weight of her presence always seems to anchor you and keep you in her grip. You're broken up, you've been broken up for three months now. You made the decision to go no contact and completely cut her out of your life. It was the betrayal, the lying, the manipulating that acted as the final nail in the coffin, killing and burying any real love you had left for her. Now it's all bitter hatred.

It's taken you a while to get where you are. From thinking about her every day to only thinking of her maybe once a week. From not being able to listen to the songs you used to listen to together to merely flinching when they played on the radio. You weren't going to let memories of her turn the once normal parts of your life sour.

That's what you think right up until your doorbell rings.

You quirk your eyebrow and look up from your phone, wondering who could be at your door at five in the afternoon on a Wednesday. Package? No. Doordash? I wish. A friend? Maybe. You begin thinking of the possibilities as you walk the short distance from your computer to your front door. First you look through the peephole but you're only able to see your neighbors door. "Did I order something?" You mutter to yourself, checking your phone for a moment to see if you missed any emails.

Then you finally unlock your door and open it when you see that there was no email. You look down then you poke your head out, looking left then.. right. Your lips part and your eyebrows furrow as you try to process what the hell you're seeing in front of you right now. Or rather who. It takes you a minute to recognize that it's Sana and that's because something about her is different.

She's fucking blonde.

You're at a complete loss for words because you haven't seen or talked to her in months and now she's in front of you, staring into your soul with a fucking smirk on her face. She notices your gaze, full of confused awe and she thinks it's a good thing. "You like it? I did it for you" Her bottom lip juts out as she looks into your eyes.

"What..What are you doing here?" You begin to stammer as you ignored her question, having to remind yourself to breathe. She's just a girl.

"Are you saying I need a reason to visit my boyfriend?" She crosses her arms and you almost scoff, having half a mind to shut the door in her face. But you don't.

Instead, you make a face and shake your head "We're not together anymore Sana" She steps forwards and touches your hand and you almost immediately recoil and step back into your apartment "Don't touch me, I don't know where you've been." Sure it's a bit immature of you to say but after what she did to you, even feeling her hands on your body made you hostile. You want her nowhere near you.

"Seriously? It's been three months Y/n, get over it." She begins to get upset as if she had any right to. "I made one mistake and now you want to punish me for it forever! Listen he came on to me and-"

"You let him" You finish her sentence off coldly, your jaw clenching as the pain comes flooding back. That distinct ache in your chest, the turning in your stomach, she brought it all back and all she had to do was show up at your door. Your words stop her from talking and she gets this annoyed look on her face but before she can say anything else you actually gain a bit of strength and move to shut the door in her face. Sana puts her foot in the door before you do and stops you from closing it. "Listen, Sana I have a lot going on right now and the last thing I want to do right now is talk to you, just go"

You can't bring yourself to make eye contact and Sana sees it, she sees right through you. She's smart like that, she knows you like that. So she pushes herself through the door to enter your apartment because you'll let her. "Oh please, what else would you have going on besides jerking off?" She says it in that arrogant, sarcastic tone of hers. You open your mouth to protest as she walks in but then you close it and instead you exhale a frustrated huff.

"Why's that the first thing that comes to your mind?" You ask, moving to shut the door as you figured you could maybe say some hurtful things to her—get in her head and make her hurt like she made you. So you stand in the middle of your living room, keeping a good distance as you waited for her response.

"Well, you're a man and you haven't fucked in three months. You must be so pent up, baby" She uses that sweet, sultry tone to finish off her sentence, purposely pouting with those perfect lips right when you manage to take a glance at her face.

Fuck

If there was one thing about Sana? She was fucking sexy. The sexiest girl you've been with in your entire life. Now she has bleach blonde hair and you hate to admit it, as a matter of fact you wouldn't ever admit it, but she looked even hotter. It was such a shame, such a waste that her personality was awful. That she couldn't be trusted.

A little after you ended things you wondered what went wrong and you even tried to make sense of why she would do such a thing because you thought everything was going well. The intimacy was there, you saw each other all the time, there was never a day that went by where you didn't tell her you loved her and more importantly, the sex was hot.

You were ultimately perplexed until you had a good friend sit you down, slap you in the face and then explain to you that cheaters will cheat no matter what and that's probably when the hatred started.

If only he could see you now

A chuckle escapes your lips as you take a few steps forwards, tucking your hands in your pockets "What makes you think I haven't fucked in three months?" You give her a look, one thats calm and collected as if you had no care in the world, as if your heart wasn't beating out of your chest right now and this time, you get yourself to look at her. You watch as her cocky relaxed demeanor turned damn near rigid upon registering what you just said.

"But you haven't" Sana says the words in this matter-of-fact tone like she's expecting you to nod your head and confirm, but you don't. You almost laugh out loud, watching a vein nearly pop out of her neck at the mere thought of you with someone else.

Ironic isn't it?

You stay silent to build the tension, feeling a small boost in your confidence now that hers was noticeably shrinking. Now you can tell that her minds working and that's when you know you've struck a nerve. You try not to smile cause she's staring, watching every one of your moves like a hawk as you take a few steps closer to where she's sitting, right up until you're facing her. You manage to ignore her death stare and you only shrug "And if I have?"

That's when you actually get to appreciate her eyes. They're blue--or at least the color of her contacts are--and she's just staring. "Why the fuck are you playing with me?" She asks blatantly, the curse word leaving her mouth so aggressively, so seriously. Then you begin to lose your cool a bit, having a sort of flashback when you first found out about everything and that distinct feeling of betrayal came back.

The fucking entitlement was getting to you.

"You can't seriously be mad right now" You scoff bitterly and you cross your arms.

Sana stands up and you step back "Who?" Is the only word she utters and she's seething, visibly getting angrier the longer you make her wait.

"Sana, I want you out of my apartment. Now, or else I'm calling the cops" That's all you say before you turn around and walk off in the direction of your room, hoping she'd find her own way out.

You think that'll do it, you think that acting like you don't care and alluding to the possibility that you've fucked someone else would've did it for her.

You're wrong, because instead of leaving like you expect her to, Sana follows behind you closely "You mother-fucker, answer my question" You feel her small fingers wrapping around your arm and you wince when her nails nearly pierce the flesh.

You turn around to face her, yanking your arm out of her grip roughly. Then the annoyance on your face goes away and you freeze. Everything goes away because she's so close and her hand has found it's way on your arm again. She's mad at you, that's very obvious but she looks incredible and you notice how soft her hand is. "Who did you fuck? Tell me" She asks it again, more specifically this time.

"Sana-" You try to step back and the moment you do, your back hits the wall--because of course it does--and Sana doesn't miss her chance to corner you.

"Who?"

At this point you're looking into her eyes and you hate how pretty they are—how pretty she is. Then there's that familiar feeling in your belly. It's back, she still gives you butterflies. "I.." You start, and your words fall short almost immediately and just like that the power dynamic has shifted. All she had to do was get close. "No one" You relax your body, not noticing how tense you were until your shoulders dropped.

It's the truth, you haven't been able to do anything with anyone else since the breakup. It wasn't like you couldn't get laid, you had options but the attraction just wasn't there. Not for any other girl.

Her hand loosens on your arm, but she still keeps it there and her eyes sort of soften. "You're such an asshole, fuck" She hits your arm then huffs like she'd been holding a breath forever, stepping back from you to run her hand through her blonde locks.

"Oh really? Now imagine if I actually did fuck someone else? It would've felt really shitty wouldn't it?" You ask, that bitterness still so prominent in your tone. You couldn't help it, the irony of the situation is just too perfect.

Sana just glares at you and crosses her arms. For some reason you still can't bring yourself to move. You're still stuck there. "Will you ever be able to forgive me for that?" She asks and her demeanor stays the same. But you look into her eyes and you can see that she's genuinely asking like she wants you to forgive her, like she recognizes the pain she's put you through and she wants to fix it.

I don't know

"Sana...you fucking cheated on me, I've only been good to you... I just can't... why would you do that to me? How could you do that to me?" You ask the question that's been in the back of your mind for the longest time.

She comes closer and you allow it. You allow her to take your hand in hers as you stare into her eyes, waiting for an explanation, a reason. You need to know if it was your fault, if you could've changed anything, if you could've done something. "I was dumb and I wasn't thinking, baby" Her hand roams, reaching your face and she cups your cheek in her hand.

Shamelessly, you lean into it and it feels so warm, so soft. You hate it, you fucking hate her for doing this to you. The way she calls you baby makes those butterflies come back and you don't know how to feel. "Sana" You sigh and before you're able to say any words she's dropping to her knees in front of you. "What are you..." You start, but the words get caught in your throat when you realize what she's trying to do.

"I should show you how sorry I am" Her fingers hook over the waistband of your sweatpants and you let it happen.

Sana pulls them down, then your boxers go with it and you're soft. "I know you've missed me" She looks up at you as she takes your shaft into her hand. You exhale and look into her eyes but you don't respond to her. It's like you're outside of your own body, watching yourself in third person and you just can't bring yourself to do anything but watch.

Her soft hands are stroking you and it doesn't take long for you to get hard--less than a minute actually. "Sana" you whisper as she holds her fist at your base, then she opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out. When the warm, wet muscle comes into contact with your tip the pleasure overcomes you. "Fuck" your eyes are hooded and your mind's going blank.

You can't think of anything else, not even what she's done to you, nothing but her tongue lapping at your precum. She swirls it around then it's eventually in her mouth and her lips are so soft, pressed up against your shaft. You close your eyes and allow yourself to feel every filthy suck, slurp and lick. The sounds begin to echo in your hallway as everything gets sloppier.

Sana begins twisting her hand around the shaft jerking you at the base while she handles your sensitive head with her mouth. It feels amazing. She wasn't wrong, you missed this so fucking much. Off of pure instinct your hand is in Sana's hair and you're threading your fingers through the silky blonde strands. "That feels so fucking.. good" You bite your lip then take a sharp breath through your nose.

There's an eager humming sound that Sana makes but it's muffled as she continues to stuff you deeper into her mouth. She's going faster now, bobbing her head like she's hungry for you, like she's missed this too.

She moves her hand just so she can have your entire shaft inside and it slides down her throat so easily, no resistance as her lips touch your base. Sana holds it there and her eyes begin to water as she looks at you through her eyelashes then she fucking swallows. Your vision goes blurry for a moment and a guttural moan forces it's way out from your throat.

Then Sana drags back and it slips out of her mouth. She takes a breather, wrapping two hands around your shaft one after the other and she begins to stroke up and down. "I want you to fuck my mouth with this big, thick cock" She leans forward and flicks her tongue on the tip, catching more precum. she takes one hand and massages your balls throughly "Use me, and don't you dare fucking stop until you dump this load down my throat." She squeezes your balls for emphasis.

Your jaw almost drops "Sana" then she prepares herself. She opens wide and tilts her head back slightly. So inviting. Then she allows you to take your cock into your hand and out of hers. You guide the tip into her mouth and push your hips forwards using both of your hands to hold her head in place. It's probably not the best thing to do but you can't control yourself, not when she looks like this. Especially because she's asking for it, offering you her mouth to show you just how sorry she is.

You have to admit, it's one hell of an apology.

"Your mouth is fucking... insane" You grunt as the tight warmth of her throat squeezes your cock. She gags and you let it stay there for a bit, she's struggling now that you're in control but she won't tap out. Not like this. It takes a moment until she's breathing through her nose smoothly and that's when you begin to move your hips.

You pull out, then right back in, almost losing it at the wet sound it makes. You lick your lips then you actually start fucking her mouth, using it just like she told you to.

It feels so incredible that you don't miss a thing. Especially her occasional gag when you accidentally lodge yourself too deep. The sight is one for the books too, she keeps her big eyes open as you use her. What Sana can't say, her eyes will. They're so inviting, telling you to keep going, keep using, keep fucking—everything.

It's so subtle that you barely notice it, but Sana begins to undo the button on her jeans. Then she pulls the zipper down and she circles her clit slowly. She moans softly, eyes squinting as she touches herself while you use her throat. You expected it sooner or later because it's what she usually did when she sucked you off.

"Ah" You moan, feeling the heat build up in the pit of your belly "You have no clue... how ready I am to dump this fucking load in your throat. She only looks at you because she can't even nod her head, your hold is too tight. She moans a little and you try to control your breathing. It's getting erratic and every muscle in your body is burning up. "Yeah, just keep letting me use this... fuck i'm cumming" You give her a warning right before it happens.

You hold her head extra firm as you slide your member all the way in, her nose touching your base as your cock pulses and throbs. You're completely filling her mouth with it, painting the inside white with your hot seed while you grunt through your teeth. The feeling is only extraordinary and pleasureful and when you finally come down, you slide your cock out.

She loses her balance, leaning over as she gasps and chokes and holds herself up with her hand. You allow her to take a second to breath and when she's okay, you watch as she slides the other hand out of her pants and sucks on her fingers. Then Sana gets up on her two feet and pushes you against the wall again, she kisses you harshly then uses her hand to stoke your hard cock "Sir" She uses the term that never fails to drive you crazy, it's the implied authority that gets you "I want you to take this cock and fucking use me until you're done. It's my apology to you"

If you weren't completely blinded by lust, you'd push her off of you and tell her to leave because what she did is unforgivable and she can't just fuck for forgiveness. But her gaze is way to powerful and you're not strong enough to push her away. So instead you nearly growl and grab her wrist to pull her into your bedroom. You fling her forwards and she catches herself on the bed, climbing onto it as you pull your shirt off.

You walk towards the bed and yank her jeans off, then her panties and you motion for her to take her top off as you get into the bed and in between her legs. She's looking at you like she fucking needs it, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth in the sexiest way. As you go to line yourself up, you stop when you remember something. You may have lost your mind but you still have enough sense to reach into your nightstand and grab a condom.

"What's that for?" She gives you a look as she watches you tear the package open with your teeth. You don't answer her, you just continue on to put it on. Once it is, you prod her entrance but Sana pushes on your lower abdomen to stop you. "Y/n" The look in her eye is serious, like it's unfathomable that you're trying to use protection right now.

"Sana"

"Take it off, I don't have anything" She blinks "and you should know that" You can tell she wants to hit you right now, but she refrains from doing so.

"It's not cause of that, I just don't want to make any mistakes" You shrug when you know that there's no true reason other than to punish her. "Now it's either you move your hand or you get the fuck out and you never see me again."

Just like you expect, she moves her hand. "but I can't - it'll be harder for me to.. you know"

"You told me to use you and that's what i'm going to do. I don't give a fuck if you cum or not"

The words sound so coarse leaving your lips and it causes Sana to shut her mouth. Her lips quiver a bit and her eyes start to well up but she holds her glare. You never liked being mean to Sana and quite frankly if you're being real with yourself it's a blatant lie. No matter what you want to have her cumming, creaming and squirting on your cock until she can no longer think.

But you won't let her know that

You slide in and the first thing you feel is this unfamiliar pressure that squeezes around you tightly. It's something you're definitely not used to but you'd bare with it because you have to. Then maybe you'll think about it.

Sana exhales a pleasureful sigh before grabbing you by your arms to pull you in and you lean over her and begin to move your hips. She's so wet and warm, so slippery that you can just glide your cock in and out of her cunt without any resistance. Almost perfect. 

There's also this noise that you can hear, it's the obscene sound of her slick coating the latex each time you bottom out in her weeping pussy. You can feel it just enough that it has you biting your lip to stifle your own noises.

She's moaning heavily under you, although she said it'll be harder for her cum you know that she's still feeling the wide stretch that your thick cock faces her with. She's got her eyes closed and her hands clutching onto your arms as she wishes she could feel you bare with each vein scraping against her insides. It's something she's missed, but still something she'd have to earn back.

"Fuck - your cock.. it's so fucking -" A long whine follows and it's like she's completely forgotten whatever she was going to say in an attempt to tell you how good you're fucking her. She clenches and you feel it, almost shuddering when you do. Sana pulls your body down, slowing your movements as she gets her lips on your neck.

She sucks hard and you know she's leaving marks where she shouldn't be, you shouldn't let her but her lips feel too perfect on your body. It's all fucked up and you hate the fact that she's leaving deep red or purple marks on your skin. It tells you many things, one of them being that she still thinks you're hers and that you'll be hers forever. 

The thing is, she might be right to think that way because you don't move or flinch. You can't tell if you hate her or love her. "Sana" You murmur, feeling her cunt begin to squeeze you wildly, like it's trying to suck you in deeper. She's stopped the assault on your neck by now and your mouth is right by her ear so she can hear every grunt and moan you let slip. "This pussy feels so fucking perfect wrapping around me" You kiss her cheek and let your jaw hang open, your teeth scrape against the soft skin and you get a taste of the sweat that's built up on her cheek"

"T-The best you've ever had... right?"

You almost lose yourself and say 'yes' but you stop right before. She gets off on that, she always has. So you keep quiet and you quicken your pace. The moment she begins to react to the change in speed is absolutely priceless. Her high pitched moan, her mouth hanging open, the look of pure devastation in her eyes, everything. "Shit - please, please, please"

You hum and she wraps her legs around your waist, ankles pressing into you lower back. "Aw look at you. You're getting so close, Sana" You say it in a smug tone, hot against her ear. "What happened to having a hard time cumming?" 

"I'm - I'm - I'm - I - Fuck" She sputters "Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop" A crackled whisper escapes her lips and you have to bite back a smirk. Does she seriously think she has any power right now? Is what you ask yourself before doing something so villainous, you think she might actually cry or curse you out.

You slip your cock out of her wet heat and the guttural sob that escapes her throat is nothing short of perfection. The raw emotional grief in her voice makes you feel all too powerful and it might make you even more fucked up than she is. "Fuck you!" Her legs loosen around your waist and she kicks her legs at you and you stop her by grabbing her legs, laughing a bit in response. "I fucking hate you" She huffs.

With a smirk on your face, you grab her by the hips and in a swift motion you flip her over. You straddle the backs of her thighs, remembering just how much she loved to be pinned and fucked like this. With her face buried in the sheets and her body being forced through the bed. So you slide your cock past her warm ass cheeks and back into that sopping cunt. "Fuck" She drags out as you push yourself to the hilt, knowing that this angle never failed to fuck her up. "You better fuck me hard, fuck me and make me fucking cum on your cock. I fucking need it"

"Not even a please?" You snicker while you prepare to actually wreck her. Despite her crude language you can tell she's so fucking horny and needy for you. Ready to cum all over your fucking cock and be used until you release your load anywhere you want. 

Definitely not inside

"Fuck y-" She can't even curse you right because you've decided to shut her up by completely bottoming out in her cunt. What cuts her insult short is nearly a scream that could probably be heard by everyone on your floor.

You lean over and plant your fists in the mattress for better leverage. It allows you to plow into the soft cushion of her ass so easy, your cock angled perfectly to jab into that spot that can turn her dumb in no time. Her moans go into that higher pitch and you watch as her hands search recklessly for something to grab. The sheets do just the right job.

"Sana..." You grunt "This cunt is fucking creaming for me" You look down, just to see how the condoms been completely painted white with her sticky substance. 

Her walls start to convulse and clench erratically and she's right there, just so close to letting herself go. You keep your pace, deciding that you'll be nice and let her cum because this'll be a day she'll remember for years no matter where she ends up, or rather who she'll end up with. 

Cause it can't be you, right?

You don't think about it too much, you're focused on the mindless murmuring that you can't even begin to make out because she's doing it with her face pressed into the bed. Her back arches and her ass raises into your thrusts and that's when you know it's happening. "Already sweetheart? we've just switched positions" You snicker and she doesn't even have the brain power to curse at you because she's right fucking there.

Sana gasps and her upper body presses deeper into the mattress while her ass just chases your cock, like she needs it deep forever. "Cumming - I'm fucking - God" She groans and shudders through the remainder of the orgasm. Her entire body is feeling the waves, the shocks, everything as she cums and that's how you just know it was good.

She stops and her body lays flat on the bed again so you begin to move your hips. "Now it's my turn" You grunt as the heat builds up in the pit of your stomach "Where do you want it Sana?" There's nothing she says, she just moans weakly into the sheets "Want my load on your back?" No response "Want it in your mouth?" Nothing "Want it all over that pretty face of yours?" You continue and it's almost as if she doesn't really care where you cum. 

Or thats what you think until "Or... do you want me to pull this condom off and fuck my cum deep into this raw cunt" She clenches tight, and you almost lose it right then and there.

"Where... ever - fuck - you want" She does her best to turn her head and look up at you, those eyes telling you that she wants to be bred and claimed by you. But she doesn't say it, it's like she can't bring herself to. Or she just won't. 

Either way, you're not giving her what she wants.

It takes you a few more strokes and just a bit of concentration because of the condom but you're just about ready to burst. You think about it for a moment, getting careless and fucking a baby into her. Maybe you'll raise it together, maybe it'll mend your broken relationship. You seriously think about it, knowing that she probably isn't on any birth control and you could actually breed her, right here, right now. This pretty thing thats under you, writhing and moaning would be tied to you forever if you had a kid together.

"Fuck" You gasp as you pull out with swiftness, peeling the condom off before struggling to get to where her face is. Sana opens her mouth weakly and you get your cock into your fist the moment it all happens. You're cumming, almost keeling over when the ectasy hits you like a brick. You look down and it's absolutely covering her, some getting in her mouth. You make sure to pull the rest of it out, smearing the last bit of white on Sana's face.

She swallows what she caught in her mouth and gives you a smile "I hope you take it into consideration, what with my apology and all"

"Take what into consideration"

"Taking me back"

Yeah right, Hell no

-

Maybe you aren't to be taken serious, maybe no one should ever take you serious because you obviously can't even take yourself serious. It's only been a month since that day with Sana. How the fuck does she keep ending up in your bed, every. fucking. night. 

She's like a fucking disease, you can't get rid of her.

You tell her you hate her, she giggles and says she hates you more. You tell her to get out, she stays and you end up fucking. You tell her you don't love her, she kisses you. It's like she knows you're full of shit, like she knows you. 

Each day she shows up at your door she proves that theory right. 

It's no surprise that you're in love with her, you've come to terms with that recently. But somehow, this new look of hers has really been wrecking you. It's the way she rocks the bleach blonde hair with such confidence. Like she knows whenever she walks into a room, all eyes are on her and they don't stop staring until she isn't present anymore. 

She loves the attention and it kills you. You first witnessed it when she convinced you to take her out a week ago. The waiter couldn't keep his eyes off of her and it didn't help that she wore a dress that had her tits practically spilling out. Instead of telling her to cover up, you ended up punching the guy right in his face.

Then you took Sana home and fucked her on your couch cause you were too impatient to make it to the bed. You needed her to know she was yours in that immediate moment.

It wasn't always like that before. When you could actually trust her you couldn't give a fuck about what she wore or how she wore it, cause you knew that nobody else could have her.

Now that that's not so clear anymore, you need to make her aware of it every time.

It's maybe one in the morning and you're fucking her again. You've got her bent over, on her hands and knees in your hallway. Again, you couldn't make it to the bedroom because when you got here you pushed her against the wall and began kissing her. Then you had her pinned as you fucked her into the wall and somehow you both sunk to the floor.

"You've been such a good fucking girl for me lately" You mutter as you bring her to the brink of her next orgasm "Keeping yourself all nice and untouched for me"

"All for you sir.. I'm yours I'm fucking.. yours" There's a shudder in her voice and in no time "I'm gonna fucking - fuck!" She warns, her needy body meeting each one of your thrusts. It's like you've got her addicted to you and she can't help but need your cock deeper inside.

A harsh slap lands on her ass and she yelps "Do it Sana, cum for me" You grunt and it takes a moment for her to get through this one because it hits her like an 18-wheeler. The way she freezes like a deer in headlights then falls apart like she's having a seizure. She's cumming so hard that you think of asking her if she's alright. But she's more than alright, the way she fucks her cunt on your cock tells you that much.

You're not wearing a condom and you know it's stupid and reckless but you went through all of them and when you reached for one, there weren't any left. Sana looked all pouty, telling you that you could always just pull out while also reminding you that she's been good and that she's just so fucking horny and needy for you that nothing else could satisfy her that wasn't your cock going so deep down her cunt that you hit her cervix. Maybe not literally, but you catch the drift.

Anyways the idea of pulling out starts to seem more and more impossible as you allow yourself to enjoy the feel of her velvety walls. The way they squeezed onto you all slick and wet and warm. It felt almost too good. You have to slow down, cause if you keep going at this rate you might... 

That's not good

"Gonna cum soon" You announce and you don't even know where. There's only one thought in your mind. Fill her, fill her, fill her. It tells you and your entire body begins to tremble. "Sana, be a good girl and tell me what you want" You hunch your body over hers because if you're going to do this, you need to hear it from her. She presses chest into the floor, now she's face down ass up. She doesn't say anything and you're only getting closer so you fist a handful of those blonde locks. She moans loudly but that's not enough "Say it Sana, or else you're not getting fucked for a month"

You know that'll be just as much torture for you as it is for her but you're hoping to God that of all things she knows about you, she doesn't pick up on that. "Fuck okay! I want you to fucking breed me... need your cum deep in my fucking cunt" She finally breaks and just like that your cock begins pulsing. You loosen your grip on her hair as you use her cunt and fuck your load deeper.

She clenches like she's trying to milk you for absolutely everything you've got "Thank you" She whispers.

-

"So.. you came in me"

"Yep"

"And all of a sudden you actually want us to try again? No bullshit"

You nod your head, trying to make sense of it all in your own head. You don't know why exactly you're taking her back, nor do you know why you're climbing into bed with her. "All I know is that... despite what you did to me, I still love you. I love fucking you, I love cuddling you and I love waking up next to you" You sigh cause you know it's pathetic and she doesn't deserve it but the way she holds you and runs her fingers through her hair has those butterflies coming back.

Maybe you do know how you allowed Minatozaki Sana to ruin your life

[everlastingserenitys]

OFF SCRIPT! ☆

summ. after getting constant emails from a company sylus didn't want to work with, he finally gave in, and well...he might've went a little too wild on his first shoot with you.

pairing. sylus x f!reader cw. pornstar!sylus, pornstar!reader, p in v, masturbation, creampie, cumming inside, perv!sylus again yayy, he is practically in heat lol, kinda loving sex if u look closer a/n. sorry I love writing I dont mean to post so much !! anyway cool idea I thought of <3

It was often that Sylus would get requests by other companies to work with him.

Usually, he’d reject most of them and find other people on his own time and people that fit his standards.

But one day Sylus’ manager kept getting a bunch of emails from this company Sylus did not like, offering to do a shoot with him.

After the constant pestering for weeks and weeks, Sylus hesitantly agreed, it was just a little shoot with somebody, couldn’t be that bad right?

Well, both companies agreed on meeting up a week in advance so they could ‘get to know each other’ which was weird, because Sylus never did that before.

But a week passed and Sylus got ready at his studio to meet up with the other company. He sat in his chair, tapping a rhythm against his leg as he patiently waited.

A few minutes passed and the door clicked open, Sylus’ gaze averted from the ground to the figure walking in the room and…

Woah.

That was strange…for Sylus to feel like that with a person he just saw.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

As you were walking in, Sylus’ eyes were everywhere but on yours. His gaze darted from your tight dress, suffocating your beautiful figure, to your breasts, to your hair. Oh how he was already so captivated by you.

Sylus got up from his seat and headed towards you, lifting his hand in front of you. The second your frail fingers slid against his rough ones, Sylus had to hold back a grunt that almost escaped his lips.

Fuck, just what was that reaction? It's not his first time he’s touched a woman anyway?

Your voice echoed through the empty studio as you introduced yourself to Sylus and his manager, did he even catch your name? Whatever it was, he wanted to get on with the shoot soon.

A quiet sigh escaped Sylus’ lips when he remembered he still had one more person before his shoot with you, but all he had to do was finish quickly when he was with the woman before you, then finally have his shoot with you, couldn’t be bad right?

After the brief introduction and a few ground rules that Sylus didn’t listen to–it was now finally time for you to leave. Sylus wished you stayed just a little bit longer, but he knew he couldn’t ask you that. So the second you left his studio an annoyed groan escaped his lips and he headed back to the dressing room to get changed.

Hours passed and he was now home. Sylus was finishing up a few emails on his computer but for some reason a little part of his mind was a little distracted by you, and of course, out of curiosity he decided to search you up.

And, well…fuck.

You were pretty popular, and had a bunch of views. All your videos seemed to be doing very well and Sylus couldn't help but feel something inside him, it wasn’t jealousy, but something completely different.

So, instinctively, he hovered his mouse over the play button of one of your most viral videos. Sylus leaned back in his chair as he let the video play out in front of him.

He watched as this fuckass purple haired man fucked you like a slut. The man's fingers digging deep in your hips as his cock pummeled deep into you, Sylus somewhat felt annoyed, but his fingers were definitely not annoyed.

Cause after barely being five minutes into the video, Sylus already had his fingers wrapped around his hard cock, he stroked slow movements on it as his eyes continued to stay locked on your pixelated video.

Rage fueled his eyes and he couldn’t wait for the day he gets to do the video with you to come soon. The last few minutes of the video played and a grovelling moan escaped Sylus’ lips as the last few drops of semen dripped out of him.

After he got himself cleaned up, he decided to watch your other videos, without getting off at them.

He was just going to watch them.

It was already the next morning and Sylus went through each and every one of your videos from that night, he didn’t get a wink of sleep since and his mind that had a faded memory of you was now completely filled with you.

As much as he tried to get you out of his mind, it was impossible for him to do so.

But while the days progressed, there was still a week until you and Sylus were supposed to have a shoot.

And each day, Sylus was asking the same question to his manager.

The first day he limped to his manager and played a dramatic act before he asked, “my leg hurts…is it possible we skip this person and i do my next shoot next week?”

“No.”

Okay, that didn't work out.

On the second day Sylus showed up to the studio later than usual, when he finally walked in, his manager was already bombarding him with a bunch of questions, asking where he was and such.

“My voice hurts a little and I lost my script, can we just skip this person?”

“Nope, I have an extra script if you want, also this script is for the person next week? So get on with it and make sure you’re ready tomorrow..” His manager pulled out some papers and shoved them towards Sylus, who groaned in response and walked away.

On the third day–also the day he had to shoot with the woman before you, he tried to make every possible excuse to avoid the filming but no one was listening to him.

And now, there was just an hour left before he had to start the shoot, so he decided to give in and just get it over with, and hope he’d just finish quickly. An hour passed and the woman showed up on set. His manager got the cameras ready and in a quick second the three second timer ended and the cameras started rolling.

Sylus’ fingers snaked around the woman’s waist as he aligned her pussy with Sylus’ cock, he pushed her down on it and rocked his hips against her ass, the sounds of his unrhythmic thrusts filling the room was getting him nowhere to release.

Sylus kept his eyes shut as he continued to pummel himself deep into the woman. He tried to think of anything that would get him to cum any quicker, then…ever so suddenly he winked open an eye and glanced at the woman's breasts, and then a memory of your cleavage appeared in his mind.

A whine slipped from Sylus’ lips and that's how he knew he was close, so close. Sylus’ fingers gripped tighter on the woman's waist and he pulled and pushed her, up and down, up and down, his eyes were locked onto her pussy that was clenching his cock in a respectful manner, now all Sylus needed to do was imagine it was your–

Shit.

A loud moan escaped Sylus’ lips and he pulled the woman out of him and sighed against the bed. Now that hack definitely worked out. A minute or so passed and Sylus’ manager walked towards him, a surprised look appearing in his eyes as he helped Sylus get cleaned up.

“That was… way too quick, don’t ‘cha think?” His manager chuckled awkwardly, patting Sylus down with a warm wet towel, but Sylus just shrugged and rested the warm towel against his eyes.

“I just need four more days to pass,” he said in the lowest voice he possibly could.

-

And finally, those four long, excruciating days passed and Sylus pranced around his studio as he waited for you to come as soon as possible. He bit his finger and sat on the bed as the seconds passing felt like minutes, and then hours, and then day–

The click of his door awoke Sylus from his stressing and he perked up on the bed, looking as the door opened up to reveal you walking in, a couple of papers in your hands as you glanced around the studio, and finally making eye contact with Sylus.

The faintest smile appeared on Sylus’ lips as he watched you walk towards him, his eyes quickly looking you up and down before you spoke up, “did you practice your lines?” your beautiful voice made Sylus stammer before he nodded.

“Mhmm, let's start now. Aye get the cameras ready f’me?” Sylus directed to the manager, who obediently listens to his orders and gets the cameras ready. As both of your managers were getting things ready, Sylus glanced at the busy workers before his fingers snaked around your waist, pulling you closer–

What was he doing? He didn't even know why he pulled you close like that…

Sylus cleared his throat before slightly pushing you away. And before either of you could speak, the managers hollered that they were ready. So you step away from Sylus and get in position.

The cameras started rolling and you walked towards Sylus in a seductive manner. Was that even a part in the script? Sylus was so dazed by you he patiently waited till you reached him. And so the final second you were just a few inches away from him, Sylus wrapped his arms around you and pulled you onto his lap.

His large fingers cupped the sides of your face and Sylus pulled you in an intense, needy kiss. His tongue darted towards your closed lips as he sought entrance, wanting–needing, to savour more of you.

A quiet gasp left your lips and you obediently parted your lips, letting his tongue slide right through, tasting everything. He slid his fingers through your hair as he pushed you down on the bed. Fuck, he might as well had forgotten the whole script, might as well wing it.

Sylus continued to devour you, acting like he hadn't eaten for a year. Moments later he pulled away to catch his breath and stare at your flushed face beneath him. Now, comes the fun part. Sylus grabbed onto your knees as he spread your legs apart.

His eyes darted at your bare pussy on display for him, you weren't even wearing anything under that dress and that just turned on Sylus even more. His hungry gaze lingered there for a few minutes before he removed his belt and his pants in a quick movement.

Sylus’ hard cock was on display for you, he wrapped two fingers around it, slowly stroking himself before pressing his tip against your drooling cunt.

“Ready?” Sylus asked, teasingness laced in his voice. You let out a desperate whine and he pressed himself inside you, his cock was stretching out your pussy and that's when his whole mood took a whole 180.

Sylus grabbed onto your hips, his short nails dug deep into them as he rocked you and him back and forth in an indescribable pattern. Moans filled the studio and he already forgot what he was supposed to do next, he just continued ramming himself into you.

“Fuck..” Sylus moaned, pushing himself balls deep inside you.

“S-slow down!” you whine, trying to slow down the pace he was rocking you in but Sylus’ grip tightened even more, his cold gaze, filled with lust was glaring down at you, he looked like he was trying to hold back his release, and that's clearly what he was doing.

But of course, he couldn't hold himself back. After his eyes mistakenly went to your bouncing tits, he immediately felt a wave of pleasure splurge through him. Sylus groaned, but that didn't stop him from continuing.

He flipped you over and continued pummeling his cock deep inside you, the creamy mixture was pooling out of your tight cunt on every thrust and your moans grew louder and louder on each one.

“You’re taking me in so–ngh good.” he moaned, quickening the pace even quicker, a whiny answer escaped your lips but Sylus was too much in a horny daze to even decipher what you said, this was probably the best sex he had.

“Sy! ‘m gonna cum!” you whine, arching your back and spreading your legs further apart as you felt the pleasure deep down you. Sylus let out a shaky response and tried to pull away, but he was so addicted, you felt way too good and he needed more.

You thought he had pulled out by the time you came, but when your flushed face turned to his large figure shadowing over behind you, and noticed he was still inside you, you knew you were done for. Pleasure blinded Sylus’ eyes as he pulled himself out of you, just to watch the mess pool out of you.

Sylus’ fingers pressed against your puffy folds and he slowly stretched them out as his eyes watched the mixture stream out of your tight cunt, a quiet whine escaped your lips when you felt his fingers dig inside your walls as he pulled out every last drop.

“Shit.” he muttered, pulling his fingers out to look at the dripping mess dripping from his digits. You pant heavily, not having any energy for an answer. Before Sylus could continue any further both your managers yelled out ‘cut!” and Sylus snapped out of daze and sighed. Hopping off the bed and helping you out too moments later.

“Sylus! Did you even read the script?!” His manager poked on his biceps and Sylus shook his head.

“Sorry.”

“Whatever, no retakes. We will just upload this and see where it goes, but…Good job today.” His manager patted his back and walked away to grab some towels and extra clothes. Sylus quietly chuckled, his gaze lingering on your figure beneath him.

He wouldn’t mind doing this again, in fact, he wanted to do another shoot with you, this time, with nobody around.

part 7 of untamed desires | sylus -> next work

[sebmindbreak]

HIIIII- I hope you are doing fine!! :3

Can I request some 007n7 (before C00lkid) x admin!reader? Like maybe 7n7 is flirting with reader in the middle of a fight or chase they are having?

I really love the way you write btw X)

HIHII!!

YESSSS

ALSO TYTYTY <3

you didnt precise if you wanted a oneshot or headcanosn , so i did a bit of both!

TITLE : server "boosting"

HEADCANONS

so first of all :

-He absolutely lives to mess with you. The fact that you're an admin just makes it ten times more fun for him.

-bro REALLY doesnt give a shit you are an admin , it's just funnier for him.

-During fights, he never shuts up. Every move comes with a sarcastic quip, or worse some infuriating flirtatious comment.

"You're really cute when you're angry."

-Even while you're trying to restrain him, he’ll purposely glitch around you just to get close and whisper nonsense like, "Caught me yet, officer?"

-If you ever manage to get the upper hand, he’ll pretend to pout"Oof, you caught me Is this where I say sorry? Or... beg?"

-His favorite pastime is exploiting systems just to get your attention. It’s not even about the game anymore , it’s about watching your reaction.

-Secretly gets flustered if you ever flirt back. He’ll try to glitch away to hide it but ends up stuttering.

-If someone else tries to punish or confront him? He’s smug. If you do it? He’s all grins and leaning in too close. "Damn.someone knows how to handle."

-Definitely wrote a script once just to auto-send you annoying heart emojis every time you log in.

LIL ONESHOT! <3

You skid to a stop in the middle of the cracked pavement, the smell of burnt cheese and smoke. The crumbling neon sign above the pizzeria flickers, a sad echo of what used to be a happy little corner of the map. Elliot’s panicked call still rings in your ears:

“HE’S DOING IT AGAIN!! HE BROKE THE DISPENSERS THIS TIME—!”

And of course, there he is. 007n7. That smug piece of shit, standing not far ahead, arms lazily thrown behind his head as if he didn't just break the game’s economy five seconds ago.

He notices you. And immediately grins.

“Wow. They really sent you to deal with me?” His tone drips with mock surprise. “Did I finally get important enough to have the actual admin chasing me?”

He doesn’t run yet. He just leans against the side of a pizza cart tipped over by his earlier code storms, watching you approach. Eyes narrowed. Smile smug.

“Oh come on,” he drawls, spinning his CoolGUI around his finger like a toy. “You look way too serious. Loosen up. You could be on a date with me right now, but nooo, you’re choosing to play security guard.”

You lunge forward — and that’s when he jumps.

“Woop!” he laughs, narrowly dodging, flipping over the pizza cart and landing in a crouch before sprinting down the empty road. “You’re fast. Kinda hot, actually!”

You keep chasing, determined. He glances back, cocky grin never leaving his face.

“So what’s the punishment gonna be, huh?” he taunts. “Gonna throw me in admin jail? Put me in timeout? Oh, I’m terrified~.”

He stops again just at the crosswalk, tilting his head.

“But between you and me?” He gestures with two fingers, making a heart in the air. “I know what kind of punishment i can think of~.”

Then he winks and takes off running again.

“You’re adorable when you're mad!” he shouts over his shoulder. “Catch me if you can, Admin~!”

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!

also theres a small REF to something in there <3

[markleessodalite]

Letters to Lovers: NCT Dream

content: letters that lover!dreamies write to you. some cute and sweet, some a little angsty, some are short and some are a little longer. i wanted to have a lot of variety in these so hopefully i accomplished that

warnings: none that i can think of, chenle's letter is written after he calls reader annoying so if you're sensitive about that i guess maybe don't read that one

a/n: i wanted to intentionally keep the dreamies' roles as just lovers here bc its a vague term that can mean anything, so you can imagine them as whatever that term means to you :) but if you're curious about how i viewed them as i wrote these: mark, jaemin, chenle and jisung as established bfs (jaem is maybe a lil husband coded too), jeno as a friend, haechan as a skinny love of sorts, renjun as a situationship

Mark:

Hey baby! I hope you’re doing well… we’ve both been pretty busy, yeah? I guess that can’t be helped. But I’ve been missing you a lot, and I guess that can’t be helped either. I feel like our signals have been constantly getting crossed lately, don’t you? It just seems like anytime we make plans, one of us gets the time confused, or something else comes up, or one of us is just too tired from everything else going on to make any plans…  Now that I think about it, I don’t know why I’m writing this on paper instead of just texting you. Calling you would be the preferred method anyway, but you’d probably be too busy to answer. I know there’s been a lot of times when you’ve called me, but I was too busy. But anyway, I guess a letter feels more important? Or like… sentimental? That word sounds so dumb right now for some reason.  I guess what I want to say is that I don’t want this weird rut we’re in right now to prevent us from getting closer. I want to turn this into something that makes our relationship stronger instead of weaker. You kind of alluded to that last time we met, that you were getting fed up with how things are right now, but I think you were trying to pretend like you were joking? But I could still tell you were disappointed, y/n. When you think about it, there’s so many reasons why we decided to be together, right? It just seemed so obvious. Like we’re meant to be, as cheesy as that sounds. So I know that right now it kind of looks like this is something that’s gonna break us, but I think we should just change our perspective a little bit. This isn’t like a mountain that’s gonna block our path, its just a hill we have to climb over. And then we can keep on going. Last night I was listening to that one song by The Script, For the First Time, I think you should listen to it too. I think it kinda explains how we feel right now.  Just don’t give up on us yet, okay baby?

Renjun:

Hey y/n. I’m sorry for ignoring your calls. I’ve never liked talking on the phone. I was gonna text you, but I never really found the courage to, or the right words. I still don’t think I have the right words, but I really need to say this. This needs to be said now. I can’t keep putting it off.  That night we spent together, it was amazing. Please don’t misunderstand. I don’t think I’ve ever been that comfortable with anyone before, and I walked away from it feeling something that I don’t think know that I never felt before. I think you thought that I regretted going that far with you or something, but I promise there is nothing about that night that I regret.  And this is where I always get stuck. I don’t know how to say what I want to say from here. I’ve tried to think about how to say it without causing you pain, but I’m not sure that’s totally possible. So I’ll just say it.  We can’t be anything more than friends. I’m sorry. I know we said a lot of things that night that may have given us false hope, or made us think that we should be together, but I’m thinking realistically now. We have nothing in common. We don’t want the same things in life. There’s nothing really bringing us together besides a mutual physical attraction, but that’s not something that can last.  Its not a you problem, believe me. You’re beautiful, and you definitely would make a wonderful partner for someone– just, not me. And I don’t think I’d be good for you either.  So, I’m sorry if I said or did anything that night that may have given you a certain impression. I really, really am sorry. But, I’m not sorry that we got to share that experience with each other.  I don’t know what exactly makes people a perfect fit, but I’ve always imagined it has a lot to do with how a person is raised. Our experiences shape who we are, right? Maybe if I was raised differently, or if you had different experiences, maybe we could have worked out. But, not in this lifetime… But I’ll always be your friend, y/n. Always, until the end of time, in every lifetime.  I love you, my friend.

Jeno:

Y/n, I hope this doesn’t make you feel weird or uncomfortable. I would have preferred to do this in person, but I guess I’m a coward in that way.  Last night you said some things that really made me think. You said that I don’t move very fast, that I just let opportunities move past me. You’re right about that. I think that I’m very comfortable in my own bubble. I like my home, I like my friends, I like my job, so I guess I decided I don’t really need or want anything else. I just like the things I’ve always liked. I like doing the things I’ve always done. I think part of me doesn’t like change either. Or just not knowing what’s coming next. After what you said, I realized I want to change that.  If I’m being blunt, the main reason I want to change that is because I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time. I don’t think I wanted to admit it at first, because it makes me feel vulnerable in a way, and I hate feeling vulnerable. So I guess my plan was to just… keep it to myself. But I realized if I did that, I could be missing out on so much. I don’t want to miss out on things with you. (I mean, only if you feel the same way, of course)  So, that’s all. I really, really like you. I’m sorry I didn’t say it in person, but I hope this letter conveys what I want to say. Although I don’t think I’m the best writer either to be honest, haha.  I guess just, let me know what you think? I’ll talk to you later, hopefully. - Jeno

Haechan:

Dear Y/n, Ha! See? I told you I have pretty handwriting. It looks like one of those old romantic letters from the 1800’s or something, right? Back when they used a bunch of fancy expressions. Like saying you could swim in someone’s eyes. I wonder who was the first person to ever say that…  Another thing they used to do was put stuff in their wallets, like photos and stuff. My dad had photos of me and my siblings in his. But then he started using Apple Pay like everybody else and now no one carries wallets anymore. What a shame. The whole thing is so romantic– the wallet thing, I mean.  So, here’s what I think we should do: we should start carrying wallets with us, and you’ll put this letter in yours, and you can write me a letter to carry in mine. Isn’t that cute? I’m actually curious to see what your handwriting looks like, I know its not as pretty as mine though.  Okay, I should probably end this so that it will be small enough to actually fit in your wallet. Wait, what if we got MATCHING wallets?  Love, Donghyuck <3

Jaemin:

Good morning, pretty! Sorry you didn’t get to wake up to my kisses, I needed to make an early run to the bookstore before it gets busy (definitely not to get that book you’ve been talking about lately or anything…) I brewed some coffee, I put some in the fridge for you so you can make your iced latte :)  Also, did you know you mumble in your sleep sometimes? I could’ve sworn you said my name this morning, but I was too enamored by your cute sleeping face to really pay attention to what you were saying.  Actually, I realized that I might do that pretty often. I know sometimes you get annoyed with me, for spacing out or not paying attention. I’m sorry for that. It’s really not intentional! Honestly, how can I not be distracted when you’re the most beautiful person in the world? Sometimes when I look at you it takes my breath away– literally, and then I have to focus on breathing and I might miss a detail or two. That usually happens when you wear those pink diamond earrings, they bring out your eyes so well… But I’ve been getting better! At the detail thing, I mean. So hopefully by the time I get back you’ll be awake, and I’ll have a new, collector’s edition of this book for the prettiest person in the world. I love you y/nie! <3

Chenle:

I know a letter slipped under your door is probably the last thing you would expect or want to see, but you’re not answering my texts or calls, so this is my last resort.  I’m sorry for what I said. All of it. I was out of line. I was just angry, and like the immature brat that I am, I just wanted to make you angry too. But I shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on you, especially since I wasn’t even angry with you in the first place and you were just trying to help me.  I think it hurt my pride a little bit that you had to help me. It made me feel inadequate, or like I can’t do anything. But that’s not something that’s your fault. That’s my own insecurity that I need to deal with, because there’s nothing wrong with receiving help from people that care about you. I don’t know why I was so sensitive about it. I think part of it was that I didn’t want to seem weak in front of you– I want you to feel like you can rely on me, and instead I made you want to avoid me.  But all those things I said, about you being annoying or too much, none of it is true. I was annoyed and frustrated with myself. I could never be annoyed with you. I want you to be around all the time. I want you to come back. I understand if you don’t want to, if I hurt you enough to make you leave for good, I know that’s my fault. But I really, really hope you don’t feel that way. I think that’s all I can say. Please come back. Please.

Jisung:

Y/nie, Happy birthday! I hope you like this gift! I’m sure you probably will. Its all you’ve been talking about lately. You weren’t kidding when you said it was super rare– I had to basically stalk this one eBay account to make sure I won the auction thingie (I’ve learned that I HATE using eBay by the way) So, I can imagine what you’ll say when you get this. You’ll probably be like “something like this is way too special” but that’s… kind of the point.  We’ve been dating for a while, and it’s been mostly casual stuff, but I’m at the point where I want to be serious with you. I want to be your boyfriend, officially. I would have told you this in person, but a letter seems better. Because you said once that you love having mementos to remember good things, so maybe you can keep this letter and it will remind you of a good feeling. At least I hope this letter gives you a good feeling…  So yeah, I’ll leave this gift in your living room and just wait for you to call me when you get it :)  P.S. I know you said the extra key you gave me was just for emergencies and this isn’t really an emergency… oops!

[lostreverb]

RANDOM LUKE COOPER HC'S

a/n: writing a fic for him and he's just so cute and i keep getting ideas for him ahh my cinephile bf i need him might fuck around and write some NSFW ones later (SORRY THIS IS REALLY LONG I GOT CARRIED AWAY) bf! headcanons are here!!

he's very quiet if he's not talking about movies

not audibly just like only gives one word or one sentence answers

which means he's a VERY dry texter (it's not personal he's just like that)

though he does post his every unfiltered thought to his twitter (which has SOO many followers like a shitton)

doesn't understand typing in lowercase and thinks it's dumb (but if you type in lowercase he won't call it dumb but he'll express he thinks it's weird)

has the worst handwriting ever but that's because it's almost like a kind of unreadable script (like doctor handwriting)

he listens to all kinds of music really aside from like pop or country

also really likes monty python

he really likes musicals (singing in the rain, phantom of the opera, the sound of music) b/c he was introduced to them when he was very young so they're very nostalgic for him

but he'll never mention it because his friends would make fun of him for it

(would LOVEEEEEEEE la la land)

used to read books a lot more when he was younger

is a superhero comic book fan

he can play piano really well (parents made him play) he just doesn't give a fuck about piano

he's also like crazy smart and would do super well in school if he applied himself he just doesn't care

he really wants to switch his major to film studies but his parents wouldn't approve (but he's thinking about doing it anyway)

became completely desensitized to gore and nudity at a young age because he'd always just watch whatever movies his dad put on

wrote a series of letters to quentin tarantino as a kid and got one letter back and it's his most prized possession

likes maintaining eye contact with people for too long because it makes them uncomfortable

just generally likes messing with people and being a little shit b/c he likes how easy it is to mess with ppls emotions cause they're so predictable (which is kinda a red flag but he's never really taken something too far)

b/c of this no one really takes him seriously which bothers him a bit but he knows it's his fault

which is why when you do actually take interest in what he says he finds himself falling for you

he never got "lost" in the forest with michael he just hates being in nature and michael was annoying him so he walked back to the car

after a bit he looked outside and saw everyone panicking so he got out and went back to the group and everyone was acting like he died

he thinks it was too far for his parents to cut michael off but he also didn't care

thinks michael's annoying at times but the things he does are funny and he uses him as content for his twitter

has been so engrossed in his own world his whole life he doesn't think about girls

though his main crushes are sarah connor (terminator), the bride (kill bill), storm (x-men), and mikaela banes (transformers - but he hates the transformer movies)

but he has very little or no experience at all

he's probably the first in his friend group to have a girlfriend too

his only knowledge about talking to girls is from movies so yk the james bonds, george clooney, harrison ford are his main influences

which means if he has a crush on you he'll just stare at you all the time, bother and tease you relentlessly and try to banter cause that's the only way he knows how to get closer

he'll also try by memorizing your coffee order

if you don't drink coffee he'll try to find out what you do drink (without directly asking you)

he'll never confess, you'll have to first and use the most straightforward language or else he won't take a hint

once you start dating he has no idea how to treat you anymore

he just constantly flips between being the sweetest bf ever and the bane of your existence

if he annoys you too much and you get upset his first response will be "what? i didn't even do anything" or some other cheeky response

you'll have to help him to unlearn that

though he's a very caring boyfriend and would help you carry things around the office and drive you places and get you presents

doesn't give a fuck about most things (other than you and movies)

he just is so obsessed with you and loves being around you all the time

he's not incredibly keen on pda but sometimes he'll hold your hand and kiss your cheek in public

if you kiss him in front of other people he'll get really flustered and be noticeably disoriented for a bit after

feels weird using pet names but he'll use the occasional baby or babe

he'll discover how good it feels to cuddle it'll be his favorite thing to do along with watching movies with you

run your hands through / play with his hair and he'll fold completely

the first time you do it he'll probably involuntarily moan and get so embarrassed about it it'll take a few weeks before he'll let you do it again

during those few weeks he'll think about how your hands felt almost obsessively he's never felt anything like it

he'll create a list of movies to watch with you and once a month he'll let you choose the movie

he's really good at gift giving because he makes sure to pay extra attention to the things you like (especially movie related things bc he has good contacts)

he's definitely one of the first people to ever use letterboxd

he loves being able to drop you off at home from work because more often than not you'll stop someplace to get something to eat or head to his place and watch a movie and he loves doing that with you

he also likes picking you up in the morning because then you get to go on his coffee run with him (you'll make sure everyone's orders are correct and he'll whine and groan about it saying it's not worth the time but he appreciates it)

will definitely get you to do his work for him

his work clothes used to belong to his dad which is why they're just a tad too big for him

outside of work he typically wears zip-up hoodies and jeans with a graphic t-shirt (probably related to a film he likes)

instead of a bookshelf, he has a DVD shelf in his room (that's very well organized and categorized)

and he has a really high end tv and surround sound system that he and his dad paid for

he researched how movie theatres make their popcorn and buys the special ingredients directly from one by his house

used to have the whole script of citizen kane memorized but it's been a second since he last recited it

he's written his own scripts before but he doesn't think they're any good (he's pretty hard on himself about it)

but if he does end up making a project he'll 100% cast you in it

[akanemnon]

I was gonna write this earlier in the week but forgot, and now I'm worried the asks are gonna close before I can say it. So I'm writing this at 10:00 pm lol.

Anyways, I just wanted to say that your writing in this comic is legitimately so good. It's like professional book writing. I'm not sure how to describe it exactly, but it's GOOD. The plot is so put together, and the writing is so descriptive. Some things that annoy me in writing it when they say something straight up, but you don't do that. Something is implied, but not just plain old said. It leaves a very professional quirk to it. Also not to mention you didn't even have a script to begin with? Like you made the first few strips make sense with the script you have now even though you didn't have one at the time.

I'm exhausted so I'm not sure if this makes sense, I'm kinda just writing whatever comes to mind. So it's all jumbled compliments. But I hope you're getting some of what I'm saying.

Hey, thank you, anon!

This is legit a very nice compliment! I try my best to write this comic and these characters as believable as possible. And one of these ways is not to spoon-feed the reader with information. Mainly because I respect your intelligence, and it would also VERY unnatural for the characters to talk like that. There are certain things you wouldn't just say as a normal person. I write how these characters would talk and interact with one another. And that is oftentimes messy. Because that's human. My main priority is for the characters to feel like actual people. Even though we are dealing with two very strange humans, a ghost child, a couple of goats and a purple reptile. It wasn't the easiest to string the first "scriptless" comics into the story and make them fit into the plot. There are some things I would've done differently nowadays. But that's hidsight for you.

Either way, thank you for your kind words, anon! Despite your tiredness, the meaning absolutely was not lost on me. (Also hope you got some sleep)

[girlberrie]

i kinda want to know more about ur pjo dr if ur okay with sharing more ab it

hi. hey. hello. thank you for this ask. i will try my best to give a good answer but know that this dr is still in the works……….my script is one sentence long and for 4 years this dr has been running on daydreams and vague ideas. nothing is concrete. i could change my mind about everything tomorrow.

lets get started.

                                               𓆟

my name is anäis anestis and i was born on the 26th of july 1993. i am a daughter of dionysus. and i don’t like wine!!!!!!!!!!!! i came to camp at age seven after a series of unfortunate events that i would rather not write down. i was angry and hungry. my first friend was luke castellan . yikes. i was………..an outsider, kinda. it took a bit for me to make friends, because i was claimed literally the day i arrived at camp……after my dad threw a can of diet coke at my head and said ‘she’s one of mine’……and the unclaimed kids envied me. the other kids in the hermes cabin envied the empty cabin 12 i had all to myself.

but i wanted friends. i pestered people and did small kindnesses and gave puppy eyes and made silly little jokes until my social circle grew bigger than just luke castellan. i played soccer with chris rodriguez. i lost many uno games to ethan nakamura. i put the fear of god into the stoll brothers after they pranked me and then helped them prank luke. i annoyed lee fletcher until he taught me archery. i started translating english books into ancient greek with some cabin 6 kids. i had pillow fights and fashion shows in cabin 12 with kerry. the aphrodite kids practically adopted me when they found out that i was spending the cabin activity hours on saturdays alone and made me join their spa days.

i am a year-rounder. i’m always at camp, except three years in, i get my first quest. lovely. i have no idea what happened, i haven’t scripted it. i just know that i come back cursed to be betrayed by every weapon i dare to use lol. great for me. its great that i had an older brother figure (ehem. Luke Castellan) to teach me hand to hand combat (eye twitch).

(its great that like, ancient greek monsters still bend to the power of a roundhouse kick and right hooks………….idk why i really just want to throw hands with these ancient monsters. i just. think its so cool. like imagine.. everyone else is using swords daggers bow&arrows spears etc. and you’re just there swinging. no reservations. you get up close and personal with the monsters and wreck their shit. pummel them to the ground with your mighty little fists. snap their necks and watch them turn into dust. is that too explicit??? i just think its great fun. yeah. this is all so morbid i’m so sorry lkshflsdjcl)

also . when i say i’m a daughter of dionysus…. i mean like. god of insanity. ecstasy. religious madness. etc. and……………………i am going to ascend. its a whole thing. i will become the personification of freedom…….and its kind of tied to the insanity part of my fathers domains???? like. i may not have flashy powers like percy or thalia but. when i fight i go into the trance and only i can take myself out of it. its like i’m in a frenzy, completely cut loose from my inhibition, and i’m so quick and and agile and deadly you’d think i’m more god than mortal (which i am. but. that’s not really known. so). there is this image of me in my mind. its so soso specific that i’m finding it difficult to explain. its like i’m a whirlpool of slightly insane laughter and a sense of freedom and its like i’m letting go of my mortal restraints when i’m fighting. its divine. its overwhelming for the enemy and i’m just a teenage girl. its great. very main character. ha

also also also……………. i took god of insanity and said. yeah sure i have semi-mind control powers. its like the voice from dune. its like i twist my mortal voice chords into something more divine than they have the right to be and instill madness and fear into the enemy and command them. and my voice comes out all warped and creepy and the voices of my ancestors and my father mix in with mine. my eyes glow purple. i turn people mad. all that jazz. i usually use it in one on one fights. the monsters are especially weak to the voice thing. sometimes they just go poof because of it. at times, i can take the voice thing a bit further. sometimes monsters do like a …… pre battle yell or something. and i do it back at them. except i do it whilst doing the voice thingy. and it comes out as this screech///scream///horrifying-sound and every enemy within close range is poof. dust. gone. easy. HA

none of this may relate to me being the daughter of dionysus but to me. it does. and that’s all that matters. its just that, the brand of insanity passed down from him to me is. more of just letting go of all the limitations put on me. pulling off miracles no sane person would dare to touch with a kilometer long pole etc etc it just feels right to me

what else what else……………………..OH. i’m the hero of a very very very very very old prophecy. i won’t even ATTEMPT to write the prophecy, but the major idea is that it foretells the greatest enemy of the gods rising once more and a measly child of dionysus will be tasked with scattering the enemy's remains in both the overworld and the pit. yes. The Pit. tartarsauce. yay? also it mentions that said child of dionysus will free the gods from chains (what chains?? I DON'T KNOW)…….become the breaker of chains…………and then lose their mortality………yeah……… . not fantastic but i didn’t choose this life (i literally did. i am actively choosing this life)

O HOH OHO OH also i have changed canon quests a lot. and there is like a two year break between kronos’ rise and the events of mark of athena because i need some time being a teenager with my boyfriend and sucking his lips off his gorgeous little face. sorry. and during that two year break i will be……..scattering the dusty musty remains of kronos. that will fall out of luke’s achilles curse weak spot on his chest. where i stab him with the cursed blade. yay?

also. trip to tartarus? yeah i’ll be alone.BUT. i’ll be like. not safe. not…..alright. but at this point, i’ve faced off so many monsters that uh…. they’re kinda just avoid approaching me down there. and i’m not in a good mood at all. i’m in the mood where i could let out a scream that would decimate luke////kronos’ army from two years prior. i’m pissed tf off. kronos’ dusty remains are trying to talk to me. i have to drink fire from a fire lake. the lighting is horrid. i miss my gorgeous boyfriend. like. its not great but also. not as traumatizing as it could be. its also possibly because i am a mortal that is on the brink of ascension….to become the personification on freedom….. not simply a god but something that has always existed that now has a form, no longer a concept. and maybe that’s kinda spooky for the monster inhabitants of tartarus?? who am i to judge?? yeah. oh and i of course finish scattering kronos’ remains down there. and close the doors of death. yay. will think more on this later

Oh and also the curse about me not being able to use weapons????? yeah . that kinda just….. goes away when i stab luke////kronos. and and and percy has NEVER seen me swordfight. and its funny because me???? i was beating up sixteen year old luke castellan when i was nine. i was a fucking beast. and because i’m a demigod and i’m allowed to be a mary sue in my drs, my body has just.. not forgotten how to use swords???? or any other weapon i knew how to use before the curse???? and so. one day after the battle of manhattan ends and everyone has forgotten the miraculous feat of me actually being able to use a weapon after five years of not being able to, i show up to the arena whilst a couple cabins are doing swordfighting practice. and this is planned. because i go up to clarisse (bestie for LIFE she is SO REAL) and we just start sparring. and percy???????????????? yeah he is drooling. he is bamboozled flabbergasted in shock. he is like. oh i didn’t know she could do this. I HAVE ALL OF THIS LAYED OUT IN MY HEAD klshgkdfl i keep thinking about his face.

i would say more but i’m yapped out. i cannot go on any longer rn. ty ty ty for this ask!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i guess this was the informal intro to this dr. just means i can put off writing an actual one for a later day... . i am always open to more questions, specific or general!!!!!

[naomi-nana]

✎ᝰ. business is (not) booming . have the real me! series

in which a certain someone from ignihyde made a game called twisted wonderland with them in it, and you ended up ignoring the real them over their game self. how would they react?

featuring : azul ashengrotto, (cameo appearance: jade, floyd, jamil, kalim)

cw : gn!reader, certified scammer azul(jk), fluff fluff fluff, nothing else aside from grammar errors cuz english aint my first language���

a/n : this is some type of series!! i will write for other characters in this same prompt too:3 so i hope you all will like it!

being in the same club as idia, it's no wonder that azul is one of the many people who is promoting and playing the game. he was the first one that introduced it to you, too. though he kinda regrets that decision now. it's only been three days, and you already got to book two of the game.

and you haven't paid attention to him at all.

well, no worries. he's happy that you're playing a game that he made, even though idia did most of the job and he only managed the microtransaction. but he still contributed to it, right?. "oh? it seems like you're still playing that game i introduced you to. but of course, the game is of such good quality. i was dejected when idia refused the idea of monetization, though ..."

"im glad he does! otherwise, i wouldn't be able to play this, y'know." you frowned, clicking away at the rhythm game. he chuckled before he sat beside you on the couch. "hmm, you're already nearing leona's overblot fight. you're very quick when you focus on something." he compliments you, leaning over your shoulder to see your screen.

"ah, hey! you're covering the screen! i can't see azul's animation like this!" you stood up from the couch with a huff while walking over to the stair so you can play peacefully somewhere else. azul looked at you with widened eyes, wondering why you were so upset for not being able to see his animation when you can literally see the real thing.

he's more annoyed that his minions are snickering behind him, though.

for the next few days, azul can't help but secretly hover over your shoulder to see what you're doing. and every time, it's always his game self on the screen.

he's flustered that you like him so much to the point you put him on your home screen in the game, but still! why not put him as the home screen on your phone?! ... oh, you already did.

anyways, expect to see the octatrio hang around you even more often than usual. even grim is too scared to eat on the same table as you. they usually ask you about the progress of the game. but it seems to you that only azul ever asks specific questions while jade and floyd are grinning ear to ear.

those specific questions are, "what do you do when you run out of azul cards to play with, i wonder?"

even after doing all that hovering and questioning, you still don't stop playing the game and squealing at his game self. azul has considered making a deal(threatening and persuading) idia to immediately take down the game, but then it'd mean he loses the extra profit from it. sigh ...

so he decided to ask for advice from the very high guarded but intelligent jamil. when he first approached him and kalim, jamil was immediately on guard mode and already thinking of ways to refuse his scam and escape. but kalim held him back.

"jamil, hypothetically speaking, what would you do if kalim ever asked your virtual self for help instead of the real you? would you be upset and kill the virtual robot, or would you talk it out with kalim? hypothetically, of course."

he, unfortunately and obviously, did not get any answer from jamil. but kalim did answer for him, though. "if it were me, i'd talk it out with myself! it's not good to hide your feelings, you know?"

huh. it is a very great advice. so, azul finally made up his mind and went back to octavinelle to write a whole script of what he is going to say the next time he meets you. yet, when he arrives, you were already there waiting for him.

you explained that the twins had told you about it all earlier and that they were also urging you to go and talk to him about it.

jade said, "it is amusing to see him spiral into a fit of despair the moment you abandoned him for him in the game. but it is also starting to feel creepy."

floyd said, "im bored walkin' around and spying on ya! i wanna do my own thing! do somethin' about it!"

azul feels like he wants to go ahead and crawl into his octopus pot right now. but no matter, at the very least, he gets to talk to you and spend time with you. his game self can go ahead and rot in hell.

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use,(with or without permission), do not reccommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Getting hot under the collar and in the kitchen and on the pool table and...

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Aug 2024 Week 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

Monster Next Door (Thai Thurs Gaga ) eps 3-4 of 12 - one of the things I'm enjoying about this show is the fact that the introverted super shy uke is having hot fantasies, and the extroverted seme is having the sweet fantasies. It's another way this show is highlighting God being the world's greenest flagged seme BL has ever produced. (And he's being given stiff competition this year - trend alert.)

Anygay: God is so cute and so not cool and so in love and all the consent asking word salad coming out of this boy. I LOVE him. 

Diew: It’s ep 4 so I’ve decided we can talk face-to-face.  God: So how many children do you want? 

The teaching him to play basketball bit, where God politely asks to hold his hand, is so freaking adorable I can’t.

I'm thinking of calling this show the anti-Mame pill.

Blue pill? Red pill? GREEN pill!

My Love Mix-Up Th (Fri YT) ep 11 of 12 - We gotta talk. I do like this version, but it’s starting to feel lackluster. Perhaps it always was by comparison to the bright sparkle uniqueness of the original. Perhaps I didn't notice because I was distracted by G4. But now I gotta say it's become a bit disappointing and even my love for G4 can’t seem to bind me to this. Frankly, this show is making me want to watch either the Japanese version, or My School President. It’s never a good sign when a currently airing BL makes me want to stop that and go rewatch an old one I’ve already seen.

NO SINGING.

Meanwhile, the "locked on the rooftop" trope! I haven’t seen that one in years. Cool. Also cute kisses. They learning. 

This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans (Fri iQIYI) ep 7 of 8 - I can’t believe this is ending next week. But also I can. And I have thoughts.

I really love SailubPon. They might be one of my favorite newer pairs on the scene right now. But I just don’t believe in these characters or this couple. I don’t feel like they are going to have a lasting relationship. It feels like they’re just using each other for sex and distraction, and that’s how the script to set it up, and as a result they’re never gonna make it as a couple. As soon as the sexual fire between them burns out, what do they have to build a relationship on? Frankly? That would be fine if this were a modern love drama, and not a BL. But this IS a BL.

Putting the health code violators aside, I really do believe in the secondary pair, but they haven’t been given enough bandwidth to develop as a couple. There’s no way they’re going to adequately resolve Methas and JJ in the final episode.

At this juncture, I’m mostly finding this show annoying. Which in itself is annoying, because I wanted to love it.

Why is it that Thailand, the land of the best food in the world, king of BLs, struggles so hard to produce the restaurant set BL of my dreams? I’m really pissed about this.

That said, the Methas & JJ stuff is killer. Loved JJ running away. So good. Plus the age old decision - love or money? 

Battle of the Writers (Sun YT) ep 2-3 of 12 - The issue was me and I've managed to get hold of this show again. The story within the story is so ridiculously badly written I'm going spare. I’m not sure if the outside show is not ALSO badly written. That said, I do love how the 3 writer friends are all shipping our leads. It’s VERY silly. Meanwhile, cohabitation trope is a go. 

I like the side couple too. Stern Daddy + lost puppy is a very cute dynamic, I hope we get more than just crumbs. I actually am enjoying this show now. Ep 3 kinda derailed into this weird chimera novel that they’re all writing together and I’m finding that bit the least interesting, but I adore the domestic components which I think may turn out to be TutorYim's strength (if they're allowed to lean into it). 

Addicted Heroin (Thai Tues WeTV) ep 1 of 10 - Man I hope this gets some kind of distribution at some point. It was a pain to find and watch. But I enjoyed it. The focus is more on the seme in Thailand’s version. Which I don’t mind since that's rare in BL, and it’s more August on my screen. It’s all round softer than China’s version but still feels very familiar. I know some fans are struggling with it, but not me.

Sunset X Vibes (Sat iQIYI) ep 10 of 12 - I like that Sam’s crafty business espionage has paid off. Them teasing Sam & Yo really had me belly laughing. It was so funny.

Legitimate question. Would one put perfume on one’s cheeks in Thailand, as one does on wrist or sternum? Because of the sniff cheek thing? Scented face powders?

I do feel like with MosBank & SailubPon scorching up our screens, we’re being spoiled by some of Thailand‘s best high heat pairs at the moment.

I Saw You in My Dream (Weds Gaga) ep 5 of 12 - It remains kind of sweet and cute. It's also calm and slow moving. Oddly it reminds me of La Cuisine in its style and execution (if not content). I’m enjoying it more than I thought I would.

The Trainee (Sun YouTube) ep 7 of 12 - I don’t know. I’m getting bored.

Love Sea (Sun iQIYI) ep 10fin - Fort’s acting during the break-up was truly great. But I feel for Rak. It’s rough to learn that someone else is playing a long game with feelings while you were playing a short game with d**k.

Ultimately this is probably a solid 8/10 show but I’m mad I wasn’t madder at it, and I'm mad I was so bored throughout. So it gets a 7/10 and let us not speak of this again. I’d like to simply forget about it. Trash watch.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Sugar Dog Life (Japan Sun grey) ep 1-2 of 10 - OMG a uni student who looks young and a... COP! GAH. The subversion and kink of it all. I had to go grey to get it and I hate everything about what I had to do. But ya know what? Fucking worth every single repeated crash-causing advertisement.

I love it. The grumpy lonely little student cook and the cheerful mature police officer. What a fabulous dynamic. Is the cook looking for a boyfriend or a Daddy, and do we care if it has the same result? It is filmed VERY manga style camp. I’m a little nervous about that, but this means it’s also very fluffy and so damn sweet. It made me squeak with the cute. I’m gutted this didn’t get distribution.

Ironic that Tawada Hideya is in a new BL while Sunspot is re-airing.

Cosmetic Playlover (Japan Tues Gaga) eps 3-4 of 8 - Ah, the gays are doubting the bisexual again. How familiar. I like how this one is paced and moving through time, even if the relationship seems to be going comparatively slowly by contrast. I love the way Sahashi is always looking at Natsume, even when they’re in conversation with someone else. Ah yearning. I think the conflict was kind of inevitable, given the two personalities of the protagonists, and I like that. (No manufactured angst here.) But I still hope they can repair the breach and I’m still interested. Frankly this is so classically Japan - I don’t know what story beats it’s following and I’m not entirely sure where it’s going, but I kinda like that unpredictability. Makes me think it could go into "must you, Japan?" territory but fingers crossed.

I Hear the Sunspot AKA Hidamari ga Kikoeru (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 9 of 10 - I'm enjoying it very much. I could do without the girl character. I know she’s more interesting than most (this is Japan after all), but she’s not really for me. It’s the complexity of the connection between the leads (and why they like each other) that’s being executed so brilliantly in this show (and in the manga, FYI). Both actors are so on point with their roles and the nuanced emotions required of these characters that every time it’s only them interacting I'm riveted. I could do without the rest of the cast tho.

Seoul Blues (Korea Fri? YouTube) ep 1 of 8 - I have a confession to make, I’ve been watching this whole series as it goes along. But this is the pair I absolutely like the most. I’m not sure I would necessarily recommend any of the installments, and I’m not sure how this one is going to go, but I’m VERY invested in this particular couple. They are so pretty!!!! This is a true friends-to-lovers struggle. I like that a lot. (Reminds me of I Cannot Reach You but a different dynamic.) Did I mention how pretty they are? And we already know they gonna kiss well. I bet the uncut version is stellar.

Meet You at the Blossom (China) - It's no one's funeral, turns out! Reports are in - not only are there kisses but it ends happily with wedding plans. So I'm eating crow, binging the fucker, and live blogging. I'm enjoying it. Ya'll know I adored Chinese BL before censorship. It has a certain unhinged quality I very much apreciate (and is the reason I'm so tolerant of the Thai pulps) that I think will marry well with Wuxia's effervescent and ever-present tropes. Watch me suffer here.

First Note Of Love (Taiwan Mon Gaga) eps 1-2 of 12 - About a singer with stage fright and his timid fan starring Charles (H4 the puppy one) and Michael Chang (the youngster in My Tooth Your Love), plus side couple featuring a Thai actor Jame (Koh in Gen Y) and Liu Min Ting (of Guardian fame). What a damn team. With their powers combined they are...

fine.

This is a fine BL. The fight scene was fun and I like the meet cute. I’m not sure about the chemistry of the leads, but I think they’ll probably do okay. I admit I’m struggling a bit with a singing and the music. Are you surprised? I think I like it enough, but I’m not wowed.

Takara's Treasure AKA Takara No Vidro (Japan Mon Gaga) ep 7 of 10 - Oh! Out of the blue attack kiss. What IS this show? I don’t get it at all. Bah. I guess they’re dating now. It’s… so odd...

It's airing but...

4 Minutes (Thai Netflix/Grey) - A rich boy at uni suddenly gains the supernatural power to see four minutes into the future. I have a source, but I've decided to hold off and binge if it ends okay, since it's only 8 eps. I depend upon y'all to tell me if it's safe.

8/16 The Last Time (Thai Fri YT) ? eps - Convoluted story of loss and possible reincarnation or something. Again delayed? Not sure what's going on with this one but the continued push-backs do not bode well.

In case you missed it

The Time of Fever AKA Unintentional Love Story 2 (Korea movie) trailer IS COMING IN SEPTEMBER!!!! (Yeah this is gonna sit here until then).

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

Still Coming This Month!

8/22 The On1y One (Taiwan Thurs Gaga) 12 eps - announced in 2023 this one has a high school set stepbrothers trope and is reputed to be high heat. From Taiwan! It's made for me. Based on a novel Mou Mou from the Your Name Engraved Herein folks, so it could go dark. Still, I'm very excited.

8/22 The Paradise of Thorns (Thai movie) theater release - Jeff Satur is back but this does not look like a BL (the gay lover's death is the inciting event). More in Goodbye Mother vein. Looks dark and dramatic. He opposite and extremely well known actor Toey Pongsakorn who has never done gay before.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

WHY IS HE SO FINE?

I truly belly laughed. Sam & Yo did not go in the direction I expected, but this scene alone made me not mind that they curtailed the suffering Sam was rightfully due. (SunsetXVibes)

Tall boyfriend armpit, anyone? (Monster Next Door)

The two extremes of BL in one show (Long Beans indeed).

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a pain.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

Sigh, Tumblr in its infinite wisdom doesn't like too many tags.

[jojaxcola]

You've literally inspired me to wanna make my own OC mockumentaries I absolutely love your series so much 😭🙏🏻

So I wanna ask if it's alright with you, where do you get inspo for silly moments? How did you start? What are the little tidbits you've come to learn after making a few joja mockumentaries?

Awww thank you so much!! If you do end up making your own series, I hope you have a lot of fun with it, and I'd love to see it!!

(Sorry this post is late, I wanted to take my time with the answer below the cut!)

As for the "origin story" of the jojamart mockumentary and how i come up with ideas for the entries:

As for how the series started, the first time I watched The Office was on a really long flight this past October where the in-flight entertainment had all of season 3. After seeing it, it clicked why so many people loved it haha. So while riding out the rest of the flight (and for a few week after that) I thought about what it might look like if Stardew were to be adapted for television in a mockumentary-style format. (mainly just as a fun creative exercise.)

My first idea was to portray Lewis as producing an in-universe documentary to highlight Pelican Town as a whole, with the corrupting influence of Joja growing as time went on (No. 9 is probably the closest to the original vibe but I still wanted it to be a comedy). Morris, Sam, and Shane were going to be the main characters of the JojaMart plot. But I realized that the JojaMart plot thread was the closest thing to why I enjoyed The Office (being about conflicting personalities generating absurdity in a confined space). Plus Sam is my favorite character. So that's what I ended up drawing out.

I wanted the entries to look like subtitled screencaps of out-of-context clips, mainly because I see them everywhere on the internet and they're also very easy to draw:

I liked how these kinds of posts can still be enjoyed by people who have never seen The Office before (like me before October 2024) because the humor is very self-contained. So I started off making the JojaMart entries like that.

The first few were intended to still be accessible to people who had never played Stardew Valley before, sorta like they were watching a pilot episode. Those entries had to establish the basics (Sam is the cheerful, outgoing, and annoying janitor; Shane is the grumpy alcoholic shelf stocker, Morris is their boss who cares about them in a purely performative sense, etc.).

I think the general rule of thumb I follow when portraying a particular character is to write them like I have two people in my audience: one has never played Stardew before, and the other is the character's biggest fan. I don't know how well I've followed this, but it's what I have in mind when I'm writing up scripts.

Usually for inspiration I like to comb through the characters' wiki pages. I think it's useful to look at their quotes, their liked/disliked gifts, and their trivia to find little things that can be extended into a little story. For example, no. 17 was inspired by the fact that Jodi gives the player the ice cream recipe and says that it won first place in a cooking competition, and no. 18 (which followed up on 17) was inspired by a quote by Sam wondering if his mother was really happy with her life. I think it's really fun to try and combine different facts about the characters!

Some other sources of inspiration I have are:

Wanting to use a particular line of dialogue (e.g., "He kinda has this vibe that really screams 'divorced'" in no. 11)

Wanting to use a particular shot (e.g., Pierre being covered up with ads in no. 9)

Wanting to show a specific headcanon (e.g., Sam doing impressions in no. 5)

I hope this is helpful! Good luck with your work :)

[hannahhook7744]

Carlos Madrigal Prepon Headcanons;

His full name is Carlos Manuel Madrigal Prepon.

He is the biological child of Camilo Madrigal and Yanamaria Earlene Maldonado Amaya. Adoptive/step child of Mina Prepon. 

His birthday is April 1st.

He doesn’t acknowledge Yanamaria Earlene Maldonado Amaya as his mother anymore—no one knows whether this is because he genuinely forgot or if he is still holding a grudge about what happened the night she left. 

When he was a little kid, if anyone other than his grandparents, Bruno, or Antonio babysat him, they would have a very difficult time. Yes, that includes Mirabel. He was a very picky child. 

In d3, he is a first year student and a member of the Drama Club, Film Club, and School Newspaper—for which he writes the Gossip column. He is thirteen years old when the whole Queen of Mean mess takes place.

Camilo fainted when the news broke out and Pepa stormed during the entire thing—the storm was very, very, very  violent and led to no one being able to leave the Encanto or get into it. 

Carlos was fine—he wasn’t even aware anything was going on at all, in fact. He had been cooped up in his dorm room writing a paper about the summer school gossip when cursed and had been under the impression that he’d just had a long nap after dying his own hair partially red until his very frantic family showed up.

He was very pouty about missing it—kinda like how Camilo was after the family got the full story of what happened during the events of Encanto. 

Carlos resembles Camilo to an uncanny extent but if you look closely you can see that his freckles are more prominent, his skin tone is a bit darker—the same as his bio mom’s—, and his hair is straighter black—again, like his bio mother’s. He also has buck teeth with a gap in-between them. 

Camilo was in shock at how much Carlos looked like him.

If you look close, you can also see that he resembles Pepa as well. 

When he was two he got in a fight with an Opossum because it stole his blanket. It bit him on the forehead (which scarred). He bit it back. 

His favorite colors are clay red, brown, yellow, and orange but Carlos favors orange. 

Carlos wants to be a script writer and film director when he grows up—he has ever since he was four. 

He has the gift of voice mimicry and is scarily good at mimicking people’s speech patterns despite it not being a part of his gift. 

 He's dating Eleanor Bluefairy-Carmelo and is friends with the Bell Triplets, Macarla and Manto Athanasiou, CJ Hook, Ally Liddell, and Amy Radcliffe.

Carlos has been described as snarky, sarcastic, sneaky, mischievous, impulsive, chaotic, wild, playful, nosey, moody, dishonest, bratty, lazy, defensive, angry, and disrespectful. But he’s also intuitive, curious, creative, daring, street smart, thrill seeking, helpful, and a bit of a con artist. 

He’s also messy. 

Unlike Mariana who can’t stand being called ‘Mirabel’ or being nicknamed as ‘mini Mirabel’, Carlos doesn’t really mind being compared to his dad or being called ‘Mini-Camilo’. Camilo—who has had identity issues and hates being called by other people’s names when he’s not trying to prank people or actively shifted when he was younger—minds much more than he does and has been trying to nip it in the bud since Carlos was a baby. 

Carlos does not like being referred to as ‘the Madrigal Carlos’ and glares whenever someone refers to him as such when he’s in earshot, however. God help you if he hears you refer to him as such. 

Between his parents, Carlos is closer to Camilo. 

Pepa is his favorite grandparent.

Bruno is his favorite great uncle. 

His favorite of his dad's siblings is Antonio.

Out of his siblings, Carlos is closer to Hugo and José but he loves his sisters just the same. Even if he finds Amelia a bit annoying due to how bossy she can be. 

Out of his cousins, Carlos is closest to Leta and Belinda and would even go as far as calling them his favorites. Though he is also close to Marcelo. 

When he was seven he overheard a conversation between Mirabel and Alma which led to him finding out that Marcelo (then five) before Marcelo himself and the other Madrigals did. 

He was also how Camilo found out because he asked him about it. 

Carlos can be a real sweetheart when he wants to be. 

More than one person has called him the ‘jerk cousin’. 

If Carlos is quiet, it is never a good sign. It usually means that either he's getting into trouble, has a question his parents are not going to like, or he's upset/scared. 

He had the worst tantrums out of his generation (so far, anyway. One has to remember that Juan and Javier could still beat him out in a couple of years). 

Carlos has been nicknamed ‘los, Car, Mini Camilo, Mini Me, Pequeño ladrón de voz, Mischief, and Diminuto. 

He had an orange and yellow parrot companion he named ‘Mellizo’ who he loves very much and who he loves teaching new words too. 

Mellizo likes biting people.

Carlos takes good care of Mellizo. Making sure his cage is clean, that he has good food and entertainment, etc.

Carlos has two stuffed animals that he loves dearly—an orange and yellow stuffed chameleon that belonged to his dad as a baby that he named ‘Mine’ and a stuffed Lyrebird named ‘Copiar’ that Mirabel made him. 

He also has a brown and orange baby blanket with yellow chameleons and laughing/talking parrots on it that Mirabel also made him (they look like they’re talking/laughing anyways).

Carlos’ best class is ELA because it's the only one other than art and maybe history that even remotely cares about.

His favorite foods are Sunrise Beef Turnovers and Spaghetti and Meatballs. 

His favorite drinks are orange juice, mint chocolate chip milkshakes, tea, and orange Fanta. 

His favorite dessert is ‘colored mountain meringues’ and jelly donuts. 

His favorite candy is Tongue Tinglers.

His favorite shows are Dr. Jiminy, Auradon’s Ninja Warriors, and The Young And The Crownless.

His favorite band is ‘Talking Dragons’. 

His favorite band if anyone asks is ‘The Donkey-ettes’ since his girlfriend, Eleanor, is a part of it—his favorite song of theirs is ‘Song Of Stars’. 

His favorite song is ‘Rather be with you’. 

His favorite book is ‘How We Came To Be: Creatures Of Camouflage and Mimicry’ abd 'A Mischief Maker's Guide To The Galaxy'.

His least favorite holiday is the King Beast Honorary Holiday.

His favorite holiday is Halloween. 

His favorite school event (other than school plays) is the Hip Hop Dance Contest. 

His favorite video games are Fix-it-builds (aka Auradon’s version of Minecraft in my au) and Go-Go Ballroom dancing. 

His favorite business in Auradon is  ‘Mad For Tea’. 

His favorite social media sites are InstaRoyal, Royallr, and AuraTube. Though he has access to several others so he's able to keep an ear out for any gossip or potential first page stories. 

His favorite animals are parrots and chameleons. They always made him laugh when he was little.

His favorite sport is dodgeball. You do NOT want to be on the opposing team as him. 

He secretly hates Fútbol with a fiery passion. He sucks at playing it and doesn't find it very fun but he would never tell his father that because he knows Camilo loves playing the sport with him. 

Like Pepa, Carlos can always tell when someone is actually Camilo shifted without fail. Even as a baby he could tell. 

Carlos is a pretty convincing actor and loves taking part in plays. He's always taken any role he's been given to play very seriously, even when it was something as small as playing parent to a doll in a game of house. 

He fell in love with Eleanor after realizing how sneaky she was after she somehow fooled one of their teachers into thinking that she hadn’t taken part in a prank that she most certainly had.

He is pleased when people compare him to his stepmother, Mina, because he holds her in high regard and it just reinforces the fact that he is not really Yanamaria’s in the ways that matter.

Carlos can be quite vengeful but the hell he will rain down on anyone who causes any type of harm to the youngest kids of his generation—José , Vera, Renata, Amada, Juan, Javier, Dayana, Avila, and Giovanni—does not compare to the usual chaos and vengeful acts that he usually causes on the behalf of those he loves. He’s especially protective of José given that they’re five years apart in age and he’s the youngest of Carlos’ children. 

Carlos is scared of needles, doesn’t like blood, and trying to get him to a doctor outside of Julieta is hell on Earth. 

He was a cranky baby and the moment he was out of diapers, he was getting into mischief with both Hugo (his younger brother) and their cousins (Leta and Belinda). 

Before José, Carlos was the messiest of Camilo’s kids. 

Sometimes, he feels like his gift is rather lackluster compared to everyone else’s gifts but he rarely ever voices these thoughts.

Carlos’s hobbies include: writing, acting, shopping, fashion, drawing, sewing, making jewelry, reading, prop making, set designing, some sports, gossip collecting, pool, hair styling, psychology, horseback riding, fishing, anthropology, karate, stand-up comedy, skating, ice skating, and pulling pranks. 

Despite being only thirteen, Carlos is very particular about his hair and face and skin and what products he uses on them. 

He is also very good at taking care of his teeth—mainly because he wants to look nice but also because he had a traumatizing experience with a dentist with he was younger (think a mix between Finding Nemo and Final Destination). 

He learned how to ice skate from Eleanor and is teaching the skill to Hugo, Belinda, Leta, and the younger kids. José loved it. 

Eleanor and Carlos often do artsy things like painting and drawing together, and will occasionally pull pranks with one another. 

Eleanor also helps Carlos study for the classes he struggles with. 

Carlos’s pet names for Eleanor are Ellie, Stealthy, and Ice Princess. 

Amelia and Sofia dropped him as a baby a couple of times and told no one. 

He and Leta have horrible luck. 

One time Camilo said ‘I know my kids, they wouldn't do that’ and all of his kids—Amelia, Sofia, Carlos, Hugo, and José—just side eyed each other. Carlos was the first to laugh about the ridiculousness of that sentence. 

When Carlos was three He, Hugo, Belinda, and Leta gave Camilo a heart attack by deciding that he and Leta were going to jump off the railing leading to the courtyard on the second floor as the other two egged them on. Luckily Camilo was able to catch them before they did. 

Funnily enough that is Carlos’s earliest memory—Hugo, Leta, and Belinda do not remember this at all. Or so they claim. 

Carlos loves cosplay and will give Mariana pointers on it. 

He likes Isabela’s potato people and doesn’t understand why his dad and some others in the family find them weird/creepy. Though considering that the taxidermied animals, Bruno’s rats, and the other animals in the house don’t creep him out, that’s probably not saying much. 

One time, when he was about two he got in an argument with his dad about whether or not Casita counted as a Tía to him. Camilo did not win that one and gave up on the argument after an hour. 

Carlos adores puppet shows but this wasn’t always the case. When he was little, he got lost in town and joined a crowd of kids watching a puppet show—and for some reason, the main puppet scared him. No one knows whether or not it was because the puppeteer startled him by putting the puppet in his face or what. All anyone knows is that Camilio was furious in the ten or so minutes it took him to figure out why exactly his toddler was crying (the puppeteer still runs whenever he sees Camilo or Carlos).

He’s had two sleepovers outside of Casita as a kid. He hated them.

He knows a lot of slang, a lot of languages, how to play a couple of instruments, and it terrifies people because it makes it harder to tell when it’s him. 

Mariano once caught a toddler Carlos making fun of him the exact way Camilo did and asked if Camilo cloned himself. 

Carlos also did the whole ‘ __ Your boy/girlfriend’s here!’ thing to his siblings and cousins. Unfortunately for him, he taught José too well and the eight year old did the same thing to him when he brought Eleanor home as his girlfriend for the first time. 

He finds the rain soothing and can often be found dancing in it—the first time he did it Pepa was so reminded of Félix (him dancing in the rain with his brother was how she met him) that she cheered up immediately. 

His first week at Auradon Prep he managed to somehow fill up Mr. Deley’s rooms with balloons. I'm not talking just on the floor, either—the entire classroom not to mention Mr. Deley’s bedroom at the school was filled up with balloons. Floor to ceiling. He managed this not once but three times—one of which happened while he was in detention (Jay won't admit it but he found it hilarious). 

Carlos hates cooking because, like with Fútbol, he's not any good at it. So he actually does hate the detentions he's been given. 

(It doesn't help that he doesn't like Merryweather who is usually supervising the detentions). 

His first word was ‘Cloud’. 

His second word was ‘stinky’ and it was aimed at the dead fish lady. 

He was a biter as a kid and will absolutely still bite anyone he gets into a fight with to this day if he deems it necessary.

He was that blunt kid who point blank told people he didn't like them (usually adults). Sometimes he said so multiple times. Usually to the Dead fish lady.

Carlos’s door is wooden with an orange frame and depicts him with a mischievous look on his face, hand off to the side of his mouth. Eyes half open, mouth formed into a whisper as if he was having a conversation with someone. 

The walls inside of Carlos’s room are a goldish—almost orange—color with a raindrop pattern reminiscent of Pepa and Félix’s room, while his floor is a clay red color and carpeted with a parrot pattern. 

His ceiling matches his floor in color but has wooden beams across it and around the ceiling, dangling from up above are Boquila trifoliolata, vines, and Copper Beard Orchids.

The room itself is bigger than the old nursery used to be, though not by much.

Inside of the room is a twin bed with curtains around it which rests against the wall closest to the door. The bed sheets and covers are orange and gold with a parrot pattern while the curtains themselves are brown. The blanket Mirabel made him as a child as well as the few stuffed animals he still has usually rest atop of there. 

Underneath his bed is a secret department where he hides his contraband (aka pranking supplies his parents don’t want him to have and anything that might be even remotely embarrassing in the wrong hands).

At the end of the bed is a dark brown, almost black, wooden chest where he stores the prized possessions of his that he doesn’t care if anyone finds it. 

Beside the bed is a red wooden dresser with a potted Boquila trifoliolata plant, a writing trophy (made by one of his cousins),and a double framed picture of him with his family and him with Eleanor atop of it. Across from the dresser is a stage with a bookcase on it and a stand where he can hide behind to do puppet shows on it. 

Beside the stage is a red wooden desk with a cushioned brownish rocking chair—the cushioned area has a similar pattern to his bed’s sheets. On top of the desk is a typewriter and a candle holder that almost always has a candle on it, as well as his laptop. 

On the wall there are a couple of band posters (one of which he made for Eleanor) and a few bulletin boards with notes and blackmail material as well as a couple of photos of his loved ones and some framed papers of his. 

On one of his walls (the one to the left of his door) there are a couple of filing cabinets and a couple of storage cabinets for his snacks and camera equipment. Past the filing cabinets is an enclosure for his parrot and a curtained balcony with brown curtains (that have orange, red, and gold colds on them) surrounding it. 

He also has a full body mirror and a walk in closet in his room.   

When Carlos is upset or overwhelmed his voice seems to echo on and on in his room—only it doesn't only say the words he is saying. Sometimes it even says the words he's thinking. 

When Carlos's gift is acting up, he finds it hard to switch back to his own voice and to match the voices of others perfectly. His voice will switch from high to low, to differently accented to him being unable to speak at all. He hates it. 

Carlos would never tell anyone but he's terrified that one day he'll forget what he sounds like and never be able to find his own voice again.

Carlos thinks tattoos are cool and he wants a ton of them. Camilo blames Antonio (jokingly, that is). 

The thirteen doesn't want to go to college because he's not big on school and would rather not intend if he doesn't absolutely have to in order to get the job he wants.

He is the king of multitasking. 

Carlos also has a scar on his throat when he got in a fight with a bully who was mad he was mocking him. It's three large scratches—that kid has sharp nails. 

Carlos, while being new to dating, is doing rather okay so far. He's spent part of his allowance on getting Eleanor flowers from Sherwood's Floral and she liked that so he figures he's just going to keep doing that. 

He puts on puppet shows for his younger cousins. He also knows that José secretly likes them but won't admit it so Carlos usually tries to schedule them for when José isn't doing it and do them in places where he will see them. 

Carlos has a reaction/prank channel on Auratube. 

Don't worry though, Carlos’ pranks are usually harmless. Which is surprising given how vengeful he can be. 

When he was a kid he had a weird habit of waking up early and just entering somebody's room to watch them sleep. Most often his parents’. Thankfully he grew out of this by the time he was six. 

Carlos has eaten a battery and a Tide pod before—he ate the battery when he was four (no, Camilo doesn't know where he got it) and he ate the Tide pod for Auratube when he was twelve. He just got his Internet privileges back and he's been told by multiple people several times that if he ever does anything that foolish and impulsive and dangerous again, his Internet privileges will be permanently revoked. Well as permanently revoked as his parents can manage while he's still a child (though Casita would probably help them if he did. She was not happy with him for that and made sure he knew it). 

Carlos has never seen his dad that angry before and never wants to again. 

Carlos is rather creative with his cursing. Both real and fake cursing. Sure, most of the time it doesn't really make sense but it's meaning still gets across. 

Unfortunately he has the absolute worst luck for when he curses so there have been multiple occasions where he's turned around to find that one of his family members was behind him the entire time. 

Examples being:

“You bitchass, no wifey having ass, selfish ass jerk headed bastard this is why you ain't got a girlfriend—” Félix was behind him for that. Luckily for Carlos, Félix was laughing too hard to scold him. 

“Stupid, conniving, bigoted, classist no life having ass eggheaded hobkno—” He immediately got languaged by Bruno, who was chilling in the wall looking for one of his rats. 

(There's more in multiple languages. Everyone has caught him at least once. Even Pedro the ghost). 

Carlos the Shameless, can in fact feel embarrassed. Case in point: he's never been more mortified than when he turned around after letting out the most vulgar curses to man only to see that Alma and Pedro's mother, Rosa, were standing right behind him with wide eyes. 

Actually scratch that, he has been more mortified at least once. That was the time he accidentally taught Amada a horrible swear word that she wouldn't stop repeating. He still can't meet Ryder and Luisa’s eyes because of how horrible he feels.

He got a lot of piggyback and shoulder rides from Camilo and Mina as a kid.

[isat-script-project]

How did you get started creating the script project? I think it would be fun to try to do something similar for deltarune, but I'm not sure how feasible it would actually be

the age old tale is "i was writing isat fanfiction and really wanted to get some dialogue exactly right, so i combed through 100% playthroughts on youtube to find the right spot and jotted down what i needed in a document except it got so fucking annoying i contemplated just making a website for it and then i got my grubby mits on both rpgmaker mv and the isat data files and it was all joever"

if it's the actual PROCESS. well. it was a bit of a mess. the first thing i did was make the website itself, hammering out a general layout using the sadgrl layout builder over a whole weekend and an increasingly yelling filled call with my sibling who actually knows how websites work.

you can take a look at this post where i answered what to look out for more in-depth.

i've only played ch1&2 but honestly? deltarune seems feasible. i've seen people datamine sprites from it, at least, it seems like the engine is pretty well documented.

so yah i first figured out i COULD do it, then i made the website + website layout for it (if you know how, you should also hammer out your individual page layout at this point and not wait for other people to show up and do it for you).

then i just took a crack at making a page except my process was fucking horrid, i didn't actually have all the data files nor a proper way to read them (didn't have rpgmaker mv back then, i just looked at the .json files and tried my best, which is why some weird half completed pages were floating around in the site's early days, like the tutorial one from back when). I got tired of this pretty quick and very legally aquired rpgmaker (i actually own it on steam now and i never talked about piracy in isatcord and you can prove nothing and because this ISN'T isatcord i can make blatant euphemisms.)

and at that point i just went at it making whatever scrappy pages interested me. it was a sorta trial-by-fire thing where i got more familiar with rpgmaker and isat in specific as i went along, instead of putting in the effort to figure out how shit works first, because i am just a very learn by doing kinda guy. and that's how it all went along till the legendary hero Gold showed up and taught me github and made everything better and prettier (before this i was pushing every minor change directly to neocities which was especially funny when i was tinkering w the layout so the site just updated twenty bajillion times that one weekend)

for deltarune you'd probably also be pretty chill splitting things by area, and maybe subdividing area stuff into normal/weird route as is the room pages with normal/act5 or something. the battle stuff looks interesting to do with all the act options.

so yeah refer to the linked post for general tips but again for deltarune you do probably have a good shot? just the general stuff, decide how you wanna host it early, make a test page to check out what a page should look like and how to format it, and everything else (like How The Hell Do I Portray Conditionals: the story of how the <details> tag saved us all), but the real obscure stuff is only gonna sneak up on ya when you're already many many pages deep and trying to figure out where one specific variable is increased because the rpgmaker search function SUCKS SO BAD. s192 my fucking nemesis.

best of luck 👍

i'll prolly stop answering questions about this stuff at some point unless someone is asking for smth specific (like how to connect ur github repo to ur neocities or smth) bcuz i feel like i've said all that can be said at this point on the topic. go forth wiki warriors

[official-linguistics-post]

thoughts about the word “alphabet” to refer to not-technically-alphabets-at-all, like syllabaries? katakana for example

it annoys me because "alphabet" has a specific technical meaning and there ARE descriptive terms for non-alphabetic writing systems, be they syllabaries, abjads, logosyllabaries, etc. and if people don't know those (which i recognize is unlikely, because i didn't learn them until halfway through undergrad) they can use the general "writing system" or "script."

but also, like, as a specialist, it's hard for me to assess whether the general population understands "alphabet" to be equivalent to "writing system," which kinda changes the game

[migorify]

i wonder how harold and george are in their universe in general, like how they act in class or at home ...

i mean, they do have proper education there but i still think they still have adhd, but maybe this time its either more disruptive or less, i dont think theres really an inbetween when theyre compared to the original george and harold

i also like to think that they have a some sort of dynamic or "strategy" when making a comic. georges artwork seem to look super tidy and same goes to his coloring to the point it almost looks like it was made digitally ;??!? this gave me a headcanon to where evil george does digital art for his work

perhaps the purple potty people had much more advanced technology that the original universe, knowing how much ppu jerome horwitz is genuinely a good and wealthy school from what we've seen

i like to think that during class whenever they feel bored (which is always), harold takes out a piece of paper and starts writing a script for whatever comic hes writing for, whether its captain blunderpants or witchwolf (ppu dogman)

george also helps him a bit here but hes not too good at it, since hes the artist and originally with normal harold, hes not that good at making/writing stories

now, george does his work at the tree house where he basically scans harolds work into their shared computer and he just draws his art in, using his drawing tablet :-)

a lot of these r like super ooc but thats ok.... i think its kinda awesome..

now that their way of making comics is out of the way, id like to talk a bit about how they act in general

i think in school they'd mess with mr krupp the most, its sure to know that they have close relationship with him.

also, even though it seems that the teacher here are insanely nice to their students to the point it makes you think detention doesn't even exist, i still think harold and george still get sent to mr krupps office after a serious prank, i mean, this is a pretty decent school after all

by 'serious prank' i mean something like ones that doesn't really make the prankee laugh it off or something. in which it probably happens often, knowing harold and george

and at home, their parents r probably mischievous in some way but not as evil as the boys, though they probably think that theyre innocent angels despite causing a lot of trouble in school AND at home

heidi is probably so pissed off at harold, he'd totally annoy the shit out of her

also with the relationship of their parents, im not sure if i should swap them or something.. i have like 3 options

stays the same as the og (harold having 1 mom while georges parents are still married)

harold living with his dad instead of her mom, george stays the same

completely swapped with george only living with his mom and harolds parents happily married

lmk ur thoughts on these :-) ! im having so much fun analyzing on what i think itd be like in the purple potty universe

[mattnben-bennmatt]

Okay, I'm reading the Good Will Hunting script and here are some of my favorite moments. It's mostly Will & Chuckie stuff, I'm afraid (kinda Matt & Ben's self-inserts).

ACT I

Chuckie, "loud, boisterous, a born entertainer." Will, "handsome and confident, a softspoken leader." Love how efficiently they sketch these characters, and how immediately they compliment each other: Chuckie is loud and Will is soft-spoken. Also, got to appreciate the choice to explicitly describe Will as handsome when they were writing it for Matt.

I love how the companionship between Will and Chuckie comes across in this scene. Like, Will does not know Chuckie's story either, so they could have just written him reacting to it with the others. Instead, Will immediately joins Chuckie as part of his double-act, almost as his hype-man, hamming it up with his interjections (reminds me of the Oscar speech 😆). He is in on the joke, right next to Chuckie, while Morgan is outside, horrified at the story.

🥰🥰🥰

Will holding the wheel for Chuckie; Chuckie getting his and Will's fries first; Will immediately knowing what Chuckie was frustrated about; Morgan remaining the annoying younger brother and continuing to highlight how Chuckie and Will are equals, a unit. The respect and consideration between them. It's all about that easy, unspoken intimacy 🤌

Now they show how much Chuckie's attuned to Will too, immediately clocking the shift in his mood and attention and matching it. Also how he immediately goes into ride-or-die mode, and chides Morgan for skirting his homie duties.

OK, first, how crazy is it that they wanted to set the fight sequence to Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get It On"? I mean, talk about the inherent homoeroticism in a good ol' fist fight!

And then, how lovely is it that they decided to incorporate that seminal moment in their friendship — when Ben came to Matt's rescue and tackled a dude off of him — into the movie?

I also like how Chuckie and Will immediately go back to the double act, despite (or maybe because of) the high-tension situation.

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Again, just Chuckie always sticking up for Will and having his back, with Morgan as the contrast. I also liked that little comedic beat with the bouncer (and kudos to them for including Casey's name in the script, even though he ended up playing Morgan).

Go off, Will! Now it's time to see Will sticking up for Chuckie and having his back, completely trouncing the guy in this epic takedown scene 👏👏👏

Okay, this is it for now! Stay tuned for Act II!