#i hadn't watched the video yet cause I didn't feel like it at the time but now I don't know if I'll ever watch it now...

[the-fandom-queenxox]

Literally found this out 5 minutes ago wtf....

#solidaritygaming #jimmy solidarity #mcyt #TOMMY WHY??!??!?!? #DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA ON WHAT YOU JUST DID??!??!?! #and also JIMMY WHY WOULD U GO ALONG WITH IT?!?!!LIKE I KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT OTHERWISE #BUT STILL!!!!!! #microwaving the both of them in my head rn... #i hadn't watched the video yet cause I didn't feel like it at the time but now I don't know if I'll ever watch it now...

[star-suh]

Video Games

Mark Lee x Male Reader

cw: dom top mark, musk kink, armpit kink, established relationship, angry sex, sex toys, ass stuffing as a punishment, breeding, degradation, rimjob, ass slapping.

an: thank you so much for all the support this year 😭😭 i really appreciate it ♡. happy new year and hope 2024 is full of happiness for you all. *plays after like at 12:00 am so the final chorus fireworks matches with the new year ones 🥳*

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yn was busy playing video games and ignoring his boyfriend mark, something that always pisses him off. “yn i'm getting mad come here and help me. and stop ignoring me” mark shouted on the other side of the room, “i can't i'm playing right now. don't distract me or i'm gonna die”.

that was mark's last straw, how is a video game more important than spending time as a couple?. “hey you stupid ass~” mark stopped watching how yn was laying on the floor wearing just jockstraps leaving his ass out for everyone who passed by to see. mark was mad but the sight in front of him made him rock hard too, a big bulge was forming in his pants so he decided to kill two birds with one stone.

“hey” mark shouted making sure that yn wouldn't hear him because of the headphones with loud music he was wearing, "that's it you little bitch, after this you're not going to want to ignore me anymore”. he discarded his pants and underwear, with his knees on each side of yn he slowly introduced his cock on the tight hole in front of him, how yn didn't feel anything? well one thing mark has always noticed is that when he is focused on something everything around him is as if it did not exist.

when his tip was already inside yn, with one hard slam mark put his cock all in, making yn emit a loud moan and making his legs tremble. “hngh.. mark, what the fuck~ ahh~”; “what the fuck what little bitch, don't you like it when i slam my cock inside your dirty hole hmm?”. “yesh~ marki–” yn couldn't finish his sentence because mark suddenly started to choke him and accelerated his thrusts "you don't have the right to call me like that when you've behaved like a brat all day".

mark now has yn folded in the floor, sucking the other's hole and spitting on it “you're so desperate, clenching your slutty ass on my tongue as if you hadn't just had my cock inside you. such a greedy ass” after he said that he started to slapping it right in the hole, splashing the remains of saliva that were on it and producing dirty wet sounds “fuck those wet sounds are making me so horny” mark added.

mark was having the best day of his life, using yn to pleasure himself, drops of sweat sliding down his body until they finally reach the base of his shaft where they helped to produce that delicious wet sound that he liked. meanwhile yn was licking and sniffing mark's armpits “i love your musk mark.. it smells so manly.. i feel dizzy” he whispered. “then keep sniffing whore, wipe away all the sweat using your tongue”.

just when yn was about to cum mark stopped and went walking towards his room, “damn this motherfucker is trying to edge me” murmured yn closing his eyes, when suddenly he felt a spanking on his thigh, "don't fall asleep, this it's not over yet". yn saw how mark was removing the plastic from something, curiously he lifted his head and saw two spherical objects with the size of a ping pong ball, "sort them online and i think that now is a good time to test them".

first he introduce one and then another, then using his cock to push them deeper “good boy, they're so deep inside you" with an evil smile mark showed yn his phone with an app that has the numbers 1 to 5. the top put his finger right on the 5, turning on the vibrators at max, it made yn's body spasm and shake violently. the vibration plus mark's cock overstimulated him instantly, causing his cock to splurt several ropes of cum, some of which landed on his face and on mark's chin.

yn's hole was clenching so hard that mark was grunting like a beast trying to hold his orgasm but the vibrators that were right above his tip made him cum seconds later, emptying all his balls inside the other.

“shit this is so hot” mark says panting, resting his head on yn's chest, “damn mark.. you destroyed my hole” adds yn. as he said that mark takes out his cock smeared and dripping with his cum, followed by the two vibtator balls that fell to the floor in a little pool of cum, “you look so hot all wrecked by my cock.. that gaping hole is making me so horny.. fuck!” he shouted that last word while stroking his cock that was hardening again "i think they're going in here" mark grabs the vibrators and spits at them and then spits at the hole, watching excited how the spit disappears inside the other's velvety walls “let's go for round two. i'm gonna fuck out that bratty attitude of yours.. and make you my submissive whore”. mark sets the vibrator at the maximum speed, enjoying all the pleasure and already imagining all the loads with which he will fill yn up to the brim.

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[misc-obeyme]

Oh damn if I'm not too late, maybe "I just wanted to make sure you're okay." with Levi?

Hello, anon!

Okay, this one ended up being hurt/comfort. I almost wrote the whole thing without including the dialogue prompt, too. But I realized I hadn't used it yet while I was writing the part where I did end up using it lol. So it was easy enough to fix that.

As always, Levi's anxiety and low self esteem hits close to home for me and that always makes him a liiiittle hard to write for. BUT I feel like I'm getting the hang of it maybe. I had less of an issue with this one than I did with his daily chat scene, anyway.

Thanks for participating!

1,000 Followers Event!

GN!MC x Leviathan with prompt "I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

Warnings: hurt/comfort, the usual Levi anxiety and such, brief appearances and mentions of the other brothers

Everybody knew that you were close with Leviathan. The other brothers never said it, but it was clear from the way they looked at the two of you, always together, always talking animatedly about your shared interests. Everyone noticed the amount of time you spent in Levi's room, watching anime and playing video games. Even Lotan seemed fond of you.

Levi was the only one who didn't quite realize the special bond you had. Not because he didn't notice how often you were with him, but because he simply couldn't believe that you would be interested in someone like him. There must be some other reason why you were always hanging around him. It was probably because video games and anime reminded you of the human world where you had enjoyed such interests before you were brought to the Devildom.

Levi easily explained away the things you did that didn't fit this narrative. He told himself he was imagining things when you smiled brightly any time he entered the room. He convinced himself that he was just the closest person any time you turned to him when you needed something.

Every day, he talked himself out of the idea that you might just like him for himself. Levi just couldn't wrap his head around that at all.

A few of his brothers tried to clue him in, but Levi came up with excuses for everything they said, too. Most of them gave up, but they were all equally annoyed at the way he seemed determined not to see your true feelings.

The truth was that Levi was too scared to confront you about it. It was just so much easier to pretend it wasn't happening. Especially since you hadn't actually told anyone that you felt anything for him beyond the casual friendship he kept believing your relationship was. What if everybody was wrong, like he suspected they were? He couldn't handle your rejection. It was too much to even think about it.

And yet things couldn't continue this way and everything changed one lazy afternoon. Everyone was at the House of Lamentation since it was the weekend. Lucifer was holed up in his office doing paperwork and Beel was no doubt in the kitchen, but everyone else was in the common room, doing various activities.

Even Levi was out of his room, though he was still playing a handheld video game. You were sitting beside him, watching over his shoulder. This was a fairly normal activity for the two of you. You both enjoyed watching the other person play and after a while, Levi would hand the game over to you so he could watch for a bit.

Asmo was sitting at the table bedazzling a new bag he had bought recently and Mammon was on the other side of you, scrolling through his D.D.D.

Across from where you and Levi sat, Satan and Belphie were in discussion about their latest idea for pranking Lucifer.

Satan was holding open a book of spells. "If I'm interpreting this correctly, it will cause the person it hits to state their deepest secret out loud."

"LMAO," Levi said from where he was listening in. "Do you really think a curse like that would work on Lucifer?"

"If we're sneaky enough and he doesn't see it coming, it might," Belphie said.

Levi handed you the video game so you could start playing. "You guys aren't sneaky enough to pull that off."

"We should probably test it," Satan said, still looking at the book. "I wouldn't want to successfully hit Lucifer with a curse only to find out it doesn't work as we thought."

Before anyone could do or say anything else, Satan recited the spell. It hit Levi squarely in the chest.

Levi fell back into the couch with a thud. "Even though everybody thinks MC likes me, I know they only hang out with me because my interests remind them of home!"

The silence that filled the room was broken only by the slap of Levi clapping his hands over his mouth and the cutesy music coming from the handheld device that had gone limp in your hands.

"Well, now we know it works," Belphie said mildly.

You looked at Levi, but he couldn't bring himself to meet your gaze. "Do you really think that?" you asked, the pain evident in your voice.

Levi wasn't sure what to say. If he denied it, you would know he was lying, but if he said yes…

He couldn't look at you and he couldn't say anything and he couldn't move. All he could do was sit there with his hands covering his mouth, his eyes squeezed shut.

Levi heard the sound of you putting the video game down on the table. He could hear you getting up from the sofa, heard the hitch in your breath as though you were trying to hold back your tears. Levi heard when you left the room, closing the door behind you.

"They're gone," Mammon said.

Levi opened his eyes and slowly lowered his hands.

"You're not really going to just let them go like that, are you?" Asmo asked.

Levi glared at him for a moment, then glared at Satan. "Why would you do that?"

Satan blinked. "I had no idea you would say that. I thought for certain you would say something about your favorite anime character. It seemed safe enough."

"Ya better go after 'em, Levi," Mammon said.

Levi considered this. They were right, of course. He couldn't just let you go. He had to go after you. He had to tell you why he continued to force himself to believe something that deep down he knew wasn't true. It was going to be the most terrifying thing he had ever done, but he had to do it. Not for himself. For you. The pain he had heard in your voice was more than enough motivation to help him overcome the fear of facing you.

Levi didn't say anything to his brothers. He simply stood up from the couch and went to look for you.

The first place Levi went was your room, but you weren't there. He poked his head into Lucifer's office only to receive a glare from Lucifer himself. You weren't there, either. He found Beel in the kitchen, but you were still nowhere to be seen. He checked the music room, the planetarium, the living room, the attic, even his brothers' rooms. Where else could you have gone? Did you leave the house all together? He checked the garden, but you weren't there, either. Perhaps you went to Purgatory Hall? Or the Demon Lord's Castle? Or somewhere else entirely?

Levi sighed. If he was going to leave the house to look for you, he wanted to be prepared. So he went to his room to grab a few things.

Levi opened the door to his bedroom and stopped dead in his tracks.

There you were, sitting in his bathtub, hugging yourself and looking miserable.

"MC?" he asked, too surprised to see you to do anything else.

You looked up at him and frowned. "What are you doing here?"

Levi blinked. "This is my room."

You looked around the room as though you were surprised to find yourself there. "Oh. Right."

"I was looking for you everywhere," Levi said. "I searched the whole house. Were you here the whole time?"

You didn't answer him, only ducked your head down and hugged yourself harder, your knees pulled up as you slumped down in his tub.

Levi closed the door to his room. He sat down on the floor next to the tub and looked down at his hands. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

When you didn't say anything, Levi began to ramble. "It's just that you're so cool and I'm so lame and I couldn't believe that you would actually like me just because I'm me and I knew it wasn't like that really, but it was too scary to think-"

"Levi."

Levi stopped talking and looked up at you. Your gaze was on the far wall.

"I came to your room instead of going to mine because this is where I feel safe," you said. "I feel safe when I'm here with you. And it isn't because of the anime or the video games or any of that. It's because of you. I thought you knew that."

"I did!" Levi insisted, then corrected himself. "I do. I do know it, MC."

You looked at him then, reaching a hand over the top of the tub, offering it to him. "Just get in here and hug me, won't you?"

Levi stood up immediately, grabbing your hand and climbing into the tub with you. You didn't even hesitate, collapsing forward into him, wrapping your arms around his torso, resting your head on his chest.

Levi felt himself blush profusely, but he didn't say anything or try to pull away. Instead he just returned your embrace, holding you close in his arms.

"I like you, Levi," you said, your face pressed into his chest.

Levi's blush deepened, but he powered through it. "I… I-I like you, too, MC."

Even though Levi's anxiety was sky high, even though he was still nervous to be this close to you, he was also the happiest he had ever been in his life. Holding you close like that, hearing you say that you liked him, being able to say it back, everything about these moments filled him with a joy he'd never known. He vowed to never hurt you again, to only ever tell you how he really felt, what he really meant. He vowed not to let his own insecurity get in the way of the truth of your heart.

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[evilwrongdoer]

bella ramsey x f!reader, they invite the reader onto the tlou set and introduce them to pedro

word count: 1,6k

I kinda went my own way with this one, hope you like it!

You were nearly buzzing with excitement.

The car was dark, the sun had yet to rise and the tinted windows just made it seem more like nighttime.

You understood though, riding in a car with a soon-to-be celebrity had its pros and cons.

Bella was staring out their window, fiddling with their rings as you stared in their direction, trying not to be too obvious.

She had invited you onto the set of a new upcoming series that she was playing in, "The last of us", a higly anticipated video game adaptation that was likely to give Bella a fair amount of fame.

You wondered if he was nervous. If the idea of gaining so many fans overnight scared them, or maybe excited them, like their mere presence did to you.

The two of you had known each other for a little over a year now, meeting at a small cast party one of your friends invited you to.

You had gotten lost, or rather, your friend had left you. You sipped reluctantly on your long island ice tea, which you regretted buying  since your friend had disappeared and "drunk in a room full of strangers" wasn't exactly your idea of a fun night.

You sat at a high table in the corner of the club, fiddling with your straw and wishing you had just stayed home, when suddenly, a beautiful person sat next to you, and all of a sudden you were happy your friend had left you.

The two of you chatted for the rest of the party, and in talking to them you felt as if the whole world disappeared around you. He was absolutely mesmerising and he looked at you in a way no one ever had before. Despite your intense feelings towards them, you were too intoxicated to truly know if they felt the same, and too scared to do anything about it if they did, so the two of you became friends. No, more than that, best friends, and even though you wanted more than that, you decided a little Bella was better than no Bella.

After that, you were inseparable, hanging out at every chance you had, causing quite a few of Bella's friends to ship you.

A few weeks ago, Bella invited you to the set of the last of us. You were quite happy but never really thought it would happen as you didn't want to get in the way of him while he was at work.

Now, here you were, freezing your ass off somewhere on the outskirts of Alberta, Canada.

They were set to film parts of episode three today, and you really hoped you'd get to see Bella act in some scenes.

You watched as they set up cameras, lights, and most importantly, the snack table.

You and Bella hadn't really talked that morning, apart from the odd weather comment and loose small talk. You figured it was because of the cold, or the fact that she wasn't really a morning person, but some part of you knew that wasn't really true.

The two of you got to talking more as they got into costume, and you even got to meet one of his co-stars.

"Okay, would you rather live as a whale for a year or.... live as a horse for 6 months?" You questioned, looking at Bella with wide eyes as a make-up artist painted blood and dirt onto her face.

You sat backwards in a crappy plastic foldout chair, now in a trailer as Bella got ready for filming.

"As a horse, duh, it's half the time," He replied, looking straight forward into the mirror as to not disturb the artist's work.

"Yeah but like, horses are like super weak, if you break your leg or something they'll shoot you straight in the head," You gestured as the make-up artist looked at you confused.

"Ah! Don't say that, we're literally supposed to be on horses in a few weeks!" They grimaced, fearing for the horses.

"I never took you for a horse lover," you shrugged, folding your arms under your neck and watching as Bella's make-up came to life on her face, "Same though, I have thalassophobia,"

You stared directly at Bella now, knowing that you could say you were "looking at the make-up" or "just thinking about stuff" if they asked you about it later.

You watched as she messed with her cuticles or bit her cheek, and again took to wondering what was going through her head.

After she finished getting ready, the two of you walked quietly onto set, where you just so happened to stumble upon one of Bella's co-stars.

Pedro Pascal.

You wanted to scream. To just drop dead right then and there. But that would be all too embarrassing. You had been a fan of him since you saw your first movie, and you even had a crush on him when you were younger.

He wasn't as intimidating as you thought he'd be, although that's probably because he looks 6'3 but he's really 5'11.

Bella smiled warmly at him, differently from how she smiled at you. You wondered whether that was a good thing or not.

"Pedro! This is my... friend that i told you about!" Bella spoke, happiness filling their voice, and you threw a kind smile on your face, pretending as if you didn't hear them pause.

"Hi! y/n, right? I've heard so much about you!" Pedro gleamed, leaning in for a hug.

You hugged him tightly, something about him making you feel safe and at home. You finally understood why he played so many father figure roles.

You briefly introduced yourself to him and chatted a bit before letting the both of them leave to filming.

It took quite a few hours, with Bella getting a total of three breaks in which the two of you barely spoke, tension completely filling any room you were in together.

You planned to confront him about his cold behavior, at first feeling angry, and then later sad. You once again pondered the nature of the way they had been acting. Did she all of a sudden lose interest in you? Maybe they weren't feeling well? No, that couldn't be it, if they were feeling well enough to act, she was feeling well enough to not ignore you. Maybe something was up with him?

You let your thoughts drive you as you stared in one spot for what felt like eternity.

In the background of your thoughts you could faintly hear someone talking, something you chose to ignore, thinking it was just some far-away conversation.

"Hello? y/n? I asked you if you were ready to leave?" Someone spoke, trying to break you out of your haze.

A sharp snap in front of your face made you remember where you were again, and you now looked around as the staff was cleaning up things that you could've swore they'd just set up.

"Huh?" You looked up at Bella, blinking to make sure it was really them.

"There you are, what happened? I kept asking you if you were ready to leave and you just continued staring at the ground," Bella stared at you, their eyebrows furrowed in an emotion you couldn't place.

"Uh, yeah, sorry about that. Let's go." You quickly muttered, grabbing your bag and throwing away the now-stale cookie that you'd been holding for over 20 minutes.

"Well, lead the way?" You looked at Bella, waiting for her to start walking.

They stared at you and shook their head, then immediately began walking.

The two of you walked silently to the car, as you desperately tried to build up the courage to talk to her.

As you got in the car, you began,

"Hey, so, how come you've been so quiet today?" You asked Bella, putting on your seatbelt carefully.

"Oh I was just,-" They cleared their throat as if looking for an excuse "Tired, y'know?" She was looking into your eyes now, albeit reluctantly.

You tried to think of something to retort, although their excuse, true or not, seemed believable enough for you to let it go.

"Yeah, okay." You looked down, giving up on your now long gone plan of confrontation.

It's not like you knew what you were confronting them for anyway.

She was just being weird, and she'd been weirder before, it's not exactly like this was a first.

You were so deep into your thoughts that you almost forgot how close together you and Bella were sitting. So lost in your head you barely noticed your eyes slowly fluttering shut, or your head leaning onto Bella's shoulder as you slowly fell asleep. 

Bella was blushing hard, the darkness in the car doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that he was absolutely smitten by you. 

Your breathing was soft and even as you unknowingly snuggled closer to Bella in your sleep.

They were frozen, sitting straight up like a statue with their eyes blown wide and their face red. She thanked god that the car ride home was fairly long, wishing you could stay like this forever. This was why he was being so weird, the more he spent time with you the more difficult it proved to talk to you without blushing or stuttering or just straight up freezing when you spoke. 

You meant everything to her and they weren't about to let some stupid crush get in the way of your friendship.

Slowly, Bella got more and more comfortable until it came to the point where they no longer could keep their eyes open. She carefully lay her head on yours and fell asleep as well, the two of you now clinging to each other like velcro, not bothering to care about the driver, or the fact that you were in a car, or the fact that "Best friends" weren't usually that clingy.

Ok, this took way too long to write and I think you can CLEARLY tell how touch starved I am, but anyway, enjoy!

#tlou #bella ramsey #bella ramsey x reader #writing #fanfic requests #fanfiction #fanfic #pedro pascal #fluff #part 2?

[solarmagickstar]

Not super into Jessie Gender, but I watched their video on "how we talk about trans men" and I've gotta say it was disappointing asf.

As a trans masc/guy I feel like I can't really have an opinion? Like for me it's like I'm too scared to be angry, like if I am it's just gonna be thrown back at me like "oh it must be those testosterone hormones coming out" or "well of course your all angry your a man" like men can't be sensitive at all or something? It's almost always said in a way to "give me euphoria" cause that's how we're supposed to treat men.

At times it really feels like we're being pushed out of queer spaces because we'll if your a guy you wouldn't wanna be a part of the marginalised group ya know cause "we're escaping to get to privilege" right?

I don't feel like our experience with gender is allowed to be expressed openly and we're absolutely not allowed to be GNC. And honestly the same could probably be said for GNC trans fems too, I don't see a lot of them either.

I feel like in Jessie gender's video they kinda didn't *actually* wanna sit with what they said originally? Like when it came to the Barbie movie I wanted to participate in the conversation of girl hood and how that's still relevant to me and how it's shaped me as the person I am today, how much I enjoyed the Ken dolls experience and how they played with masculine fashion in a way I hadn't seen in a while. But honestly I felt like well this movies for the girls so I probably shouldn't say anything.

Sometimes I wonder if we partially do this to ourselves because a lot of us keep to ourselves and don't really wanna be seen half the time. I haven't talked to the trans masc I knew since we all left Facebook, it's so lonely out here and the more I look for trans content the more I see trans fems and basically only white trans masc (with like maybe 2 poc ones but is that really all we get?) It makes me feel like I don't exist. The only places I can see poc trans masc viking or existing is on sites run by a variety of trans people or is run by a trans masc person living free.

When I see that I think, thank god your fucking real. Thank god I see someone like me thriving and existing out there.

I wanna see more of y'all, like actually see y'all, I feel like I'm fading away as more and more content keeps talking about how bad trans fems (oh and non binary but let's not define what you mean or who you're talking about we just throw them in there cause let's be more inclusive right? But only to you? Great) but the amount of trauma that's in the trans masc community is horrific and is not talked about or addressed at all.

In men's spaces there's not room for queer most of the time, so to find a place to belong and essentially get told my issues aren't as important or that trans fems ("and nonbinary" cause again you're lying to yourself by saying this even if your non-binary) then you're fundamentally missing out on our lives. I don't even feel like we have enough data on us because even the trans masc get lumped in with nonbinary or GNC like that's just fucking normal.

I remember a study was out on trans masc and GNC women about how often all of us deal with sexual assault and it's the closest I've seen and it wasn't even good findings it was depressing. I wish I could find it again. But again that study put us with GNC (pretty sure it was cis) women!

Please not this is coming from someone who's been SA'd pre and post coming out as trans. Did you know some people see us as a way to see if they're gay or bi? Like experiment on us, get us drunk and tell us we should just take it because "well you're supposed to be a man right?" We can't even get to these conversations yet and I'm worried we never will.

Do we even exist? Are we allowed to voice our opinions? Are we allowed to be mad? Are we allowed to be upset with our community? Can we do our own studies? Should we be more visible? I'm scared to, I don't wanna show my face I'm a very private person, but do I need to address that? Is that a bad thing? Is it perpetuated by my environment?

I don't know and honestly I just wanna see more variety of trans masc people, I'm scared we're just gonna stay under the radar and continue to deal with the bullshit we always have.

Ps. Jessie gender 100% did the I have a trans masc friend, no matter how much they said "I'm not doing that" they literally were doing it and there was almost no self reflection on that at all. This wasn't really the video I think they thought it was cause all it did was tell me they don't talk to us very often and that at this point I've just seen heart reacts to comments on their video's comments and not any actual responses to what anyone's said on there. It'll be a process I get it but this video was not good at all and I feel like any trans masc who's getting excited about being seen by a bigish YouTuber is like me desperate for anything validation cause that's kinda how starved we are out here tbh.

#transgender #transmasc #trans man #trans #trans guy #jessie gender #youtube #ftm #ftm trans #non bianry #nonbinary

[elisysd]

Yours- Conan Gray

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

tw: slut shaming, mention of abuse, panic attack

I'm somebody you touch, but never hold And you're somebody I'll never really know

Charles felt Lyanna tense up beside him. He didn't need to ask her why, the name James being all too familiar to his ears. Subtly, he moved closer to the young woman and placed a reassuring hand on the small of her back. 

Lyanna, for her part, felt like she was living her worst nightmare. It was as if all the memories she'd tried to repress and forget were rising to the surface like a huge tidal wave. If James looked like an angel, she knew what a scumbag he really was.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“I’ve been invited. I know very well one of the representatives, so I came to support.”

“I’m surprised to see that some people still tolerate you.”

The blonde's attitude changed drastically. From an air of nonchalance, almost boredom, he suddenly tensed up and his gaze hardened to stare at Lyanna straight in the eyes.

“Don’t think I forgot that you’re the one who got me blacklisted from Hollywood, Lyanna. You made my life like hell. I only started to put it back together recently.”

“I made your life like hell? Me? You leaked intimate pictures and videos of us. You only got what was coming for you. It’s not you who has been publicly slut shamed for years, who has been forced in hiding, who has been diagnosed with depression and PTSD. And I’m not talking about the contracts I lost because it’s very little contrary to the pain you caused me.”

“And yet, you are still at the top of your career. Stop victimized yourself.”

“It took me years to get back there and I’m still questioning everything, if I deserve to be here or if I’m talented enough because you always belittled me. You’re an abuser, you have always been. But you know what, I feel so sorry for you. Because you will never know what it is to have a strong support system. Friends and family who believe in you.”

She looked at Charles. He hadn't intervened, sensing that Lyanna needed to face the situation alone. But at the slightest sign from her, he wouldn't hesitate to come between her and James. Seeing the young woman's gaze drift towards Charles, James began to glare at him.

“So, I see that the rumours are not really rumours. You found me a replacement. Not the best if I may say so. Correct me if I’m wrong but, Ferrari is not what it used to be. But I guess what belongs together comes together. An unsuccessful driver and an unsuccessful actress who couldn't even win an Oscar when everyone thought she was the favourite for the night.”

“Leave Charles out if this, it’s between you and me.”

“Don’t worry Lyanna, at some point he’ll realise what a fraud you are and will be bored of you. Just like me. You are not that interesting.” Added James with a snarky smile.

He could tolerate a lot, he was patient. But he couldn't stand by and watch someone he cared about being insulted. With a protective gesture, he positioned himself in front of Lyanna, hiding her from James' cold gaze.

“That’s where you are wrong buddy. Lyanna is one of the most amazing person I’ve met. She’s strong, she’s caring, she’s brave, she’s bright. Everything that you are not. I will always be by her side, no matter what.”

“Good for you if you can settle with a dirty little bitch like her. How does it feel to know that there are videos of her and I having sex on the internet? I would find it disgusting if I were you.”

That's all it took for Charles to punch him in the face. The punch went so fast that neither Lyanna nor the audience had time to react. The force and violence of the blow sent James’s reeling and he tumbled backwards onto the drinks table.

“Fuck, my nose. You broke it, fucking bastard!” whined the blonde.

“As Lya said, you got what was coming for you. And if I hear you say another word to her, if I just hear you breathe in her direction, rest assured that your nose won’t be the next thing that I’ll broke.”

“I’m going to sue you, asshole.”

“Go ahead. I don’t really care.”

He turned back to Lyanna, who was watching the scene with wide, shocked eyes. Gently, he took her by the shoulder and they both headed for the exit, before the stunned gaze of the assembly.

The ride back was silent. Lyanna looked around the city pensively. The evening had turned into a nightmare and she didn't know exactly when it had gone wrong. When she reached her flat, she took off her shoes and locked herself in the bathroom. She didn't feel like talking. She needed to be alone to put her thoughts in order. She turned on the shower to make Charles think she was busy and sat down on the floor. And she let the events of the evening sink in.

A tear rolled down her cheek, then two, then three, and soon she was shaking with sobs and convulsions. She drew her legs up against her chest, trying to anchor herself to the ground. Her breathing became more difficult and jerkier and she felt like she was drowning. She tried as hard as she could to regain control but the more stubborn, she became, the more she felt she was making the situation worse. Her arms and legs felt unusually heavy. She didn't know how long she'd been there, but soon she felt a presence beside her and two warm hands grasping hers.

Charles forced her to look at him. He had already been worried when Lyanna hadn't spoken to him on the way here, but seeing her lock herself in the bathroom for almost an hour had made him realise that something was wrong. And his instincts were right. When he broke down the door, he found her on the cold bathroom floor, on the verge of fainting.

“Lya, baby. Look at me. You’re having a panic attack, love. Focus on me, okay? Can you do that for me.”

With a shaky breath, Lyanna nodded.

“Perfect. We are going to breathe together, alright? Follow my lead. Inhale… exhale. Perfect. Again. Inhale…Exhale. You’re doing great, love.”

They kept going for a few minutes until Lyanna could breathe more or less properly again. She was still tense and she was still shaking but at least she had some colours back on her face. She was still unable to stand on her own so Charles decided to carry her to the bed. He set her down slowly and gently and went to the kitchen to get her a glass of water. When he handed it to her, the young woman swallowed it in one gulp.

“Slow down.” He warned her taking the glass from her hand and placing it on the bedside table.

He sat down beside her and put an arm around her shoulders to draw her to him. She still wasn't talking and that worried him.

“Lyanna, please talk to me.”

“What’s wrong with me Charles? Why am I like this? It’s been years, he shouldn’t still have this effect on me.”

“Nothing’s wrong with you, Lya. Absolutely nothing. He traumatized you, okay? It’s normal to have this kind of reactions. You were not expecting to see him.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Never. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I’m such a mess right now. It was supposed to be a nice night, without any drama. God, the medias are going to have a field day with this… And why did you have to punch him? I appreciate you defending me but you shouldn’t have punched him. It’s going to backfired to you.”

“Maybe but I couldn’t stand by and see you being insulted like that, Lya. That is too much to ask.”

“I’ve never asked you to fight my battles for me, Charles. I think I was doing a good job confronting him. You made everything worse by punching him. He is vicious, I don’t want anything happening to you because of me.”

“I’m not scared of him. I’m scared for you.”

“I don’t want to fight, Charles.”

“I don’t want to, either.”

She pulled herself away from Charles and, with a clumsy step, went to her dressing room to put on a pair of pyjamas. Every step seemed to be painful and Charles rushed over to help her.

“I’m fine.” She tried to argue when Charles carefully unzipped her jumpsuit.

As he undid the zip, he took the opportunity to place butterfly kisses along her neck and spine, making her shiver. She was in so much pain that all Charles wanted to do was make her feel important. He carefully removed her bra before slipping on a T-shirt. He then turned her towards him before grabbing a pair of shorts and kneeling in front of her. She placed a trembling hand on his shoulder before lifting her leg, allowing Charles to slip the fabric on. He placed a soft kiss on her knee, then the inside of her thigh before leaving a slight kiss on her hip. He repeated the same operation with her other leg before straightening up and holding her close.

“Thank you.” She said.

He cupped her cheek, forcing her to look at him. Her eyes were glossy and her voice hoarse. It broke his heart and at the same time filled him with anger. How could someone hurt her? It was an unfathomable thought for him.

“I’m sorry he ruined your night. I’m not sorry to have defended you. I would do it again if I had to.”

“I’m sorry I overreacted. I’m not mad because you interfere. I’m more mad at myself for allowing him to still have power over me.”

“Lyanna, you’ll get there okay. There will be a time where you’ll be completely free of him. I’ll help you. We are going to do that together. You are not alone. I’m here for as long as you let me.”

“I’m scared he’s right. I’m scared that at some point you’ll be bored of me.”

“And I’m scared to lose you because you’ll realise that you are wasting your time with someone who can’t always be with you, who has a job that will always have the priority on the rest.”

“Good thing that I’m pretty independent, then.” She whispered.

“And good thing that I find everyday new quirks with you that are endearing and fun. You are far from boring and if I have to prove that to you everyday for the rest of our lives, believe me I will.”

“For the rest of our lives, hum?”

“I’m deadly serious. You have me on my knees for you. And I’m not even ashamed to admit it.”

There was an overflow of emotion in Lyanna that threatened to explode at any moment. And Charles wasn't helping. He always seemed to know what to say to make her feel good, beautiful, and seen. He was good with words, but she was not. She was so afraid to tell him how she felt. Confessing to him was like exposing herself, and giving him the power to break her heart. And she didn't know if she could recover if that happened. So, in order to convey to him what she was feeling without using words, she stood up on her toes and kissed him. Their tongues intertwined feverishly and Lyanna took the opportunity to run her cold hands under Charles's shirt. She placed them on his stomach before moving slowly up to his chest. Understanding where the young woman was going, but knowing the emotional instability she was in, Charles preferred to stay away from her. It cost him, but he was proud of his ability to resist. 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

She sighed but deep down knew he was right. Still she took his hands and led him to the bed. She noticed him wincing slightly. Carefully she took the hand he used to punch James and noticed a bruise forming. Seeing her worried expression, Charles hastened to reassure her.

“It’s less painful than what it looks like, I promise.”

“Still, I’m going to get some ice.”

As she was standing, Charles was quick to rise and prevent her to move.

“I’ll do that. You, you stay here.”

He was only gone for a few minutes, but when he returned Lyanna was lying on his pillow, asleep. He smiled and lay down beside her, wrapping his arms around her. Before falling asleep, he whispered against her head a few words.

“You are not ready to hear it and I’m not ready to tell you but I think I’m falling in love with you.”

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author's note: After the mess that was the quali - ferrari ferrariying again - here's a new chapter. It was not supposed to come ou today and it was not supposed to take the direction it took. Meaning that it was not supposed to be this sad. A little bit, but not that much, but here we are. There are so many things that was not supposed to happen the way it happened in this story. Just like there were things that were supposed to happen but never did but I guess it's the joy of writing! I think that one day I'll make a long post of all the events that were supposed to take place but never did. There is a whole alternative version of Cruel Summer that lives rent free in my head haha. But anyway! As usual, let me know your thoughts, I'm very curious about what you all think of James for example 👀 what you think of Lyanna and Charles relationship. What you think is going to happen in next chapter... all that jazz! See you soon and happy race day! 💛🌸

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[runningfrom2am]

the sea around us; chapter thirteen

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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~Rafe's POV~

"Rafe, bro, I am so god damn serious right now if that wasn't my sister I would've thrown one your way, man." Kegs says to me, lighting up a j as we stand in the parking lot of the theatre, leaning against my bike and watching the screen burn and smoke and ash fly into the sky.

"Yeah, I get that." I respond, holding my hand out for him to pass it to me.

"What's up with her now, anyways?" He asks, taking a hit before passing the joint over. I take a drag as well before answering.

"She's staying at John B's." I answer, blowing the smoke out of my lungs.

"I figured that much." Kegs chuckles. "I meant more what's happening between you guys."

"Oh, yeah, uh.." I take another hit and hand it back. "Not fully sure, man, to be honest." I lie, avoiding eye contact as I hand him his weed back. It's not completely a lie. I mean, I know in my gut that I want to be with her. She's all I've been able to think about for a while now, even before I offered her a ride home on the night of the storm, but Snowy had never looked twice at me before then, I just don't know what she wants. Or how she feels. I just know that it took everything in me to leave her standing behind the burning screen as she cried over what we did to her friends. Fuck- it makes me sick remembering how she watched me walk away, the way her long, red hair hung down in front of her, and her cute little shorts. I need to stop. I just need this high to kick in so I don't think about it anymore.

"Really? 'Cause that's not what that video of you guys making out at Kelce's made it seem like." Fuck.. Someone filmed that? I sigh, running my hand through my hair. "I don't think I need to mention what I'll do to you if you hurt her."

"Yeah, man, of course. I wouldn't do that." I mumble.

"Dude, I'm serious. You haven't had a serious girlfriend the whole time I've known you." Kegs laughs and I shrug.

"I've just never had a nice girl." I chuckle.

"Snowy is nice." Kegs says, nudging me. "Listen, I'm not trying to scare you. You know that. I just don't want her to be another chick you hit and quit. She deserves better." I know that. She deserves better than me at my best, honestly.

"I agree." I tell him. "I don't know what she's doing hanging out with those pogues anyways." I say, in attempt to change the subject.

"Yeah, I mean, she thinks they make her happy." He shrugs. "She doesn't get that in the long run, like, she won't want to live on the cut forever. She'll marry that JJ kid and stay at her three jobs until the day she dies, funding his drug addiction." I feel my teeth grinding just at the thought of that. She deserves everything. I want to give her everything. I'm being crazy- I hardly know her, yet.

"Listen, I better dip. I'll see you tomorrow?" I ask, grabbing my helmet and straddling my bike.

"Yeah, of course man." Kegs nods, handing me the j for one last hit before I leave. I take it, then pull my helmet down and start my bike. Snowy wouldn't want me to drive high. I find myself pushing those kind of thoughts out of my head more and more.

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I get home, and my dad has this great idea, more like demand, that I invite Snowy to Midsummers this weekend as my date, obviously to keep up appearances. I love that idea, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it, but I didn't want to put her out of her way, and I couldn't imagine she would want to come. Especially after she just hardly forgave me for what we didI don't have much of a choice now anyways.

I'm on my way home from the gym, and I see her old, beat up car parked outside the coffee shop she works at. Now is a better time than ever, I suppose. I park outside and sit on my bike for a minute after I take off my helmet, looking inside through the window. I don't see her, but I don't see anyone else either. It's perfect.

I take a deep breath before I get off, putting my helmet on the back and approaching the door. My hands already feel sweaty. Gross. I wipe them on my shorts and then look at my reflection in the glass, quickly making sure my hair looks okay before I open the door and walk in.

"Good morning, what can I get for you?" Snowy asks as she walks out from the back, customer service voice in full swing. She has her hair up in a ponytail that looks like it could fall out at any minute, and wearing these leggings that hug her curves perfectly. She is so pretty. She wipes her hands on her apron, since they're dripping wet. She was probably doing dishes- I feel guilty for interrupting.

"Iced Caramel Macchiato please." I say, trying to mimic her from when she ordered those for us the other day. She looks up, her face relaxing into a more genuine smile. It is so contagious.

"Oh, hey." She says, reaching down and clicking a few buttons on the register. "Just get back from the gym?"

I laugh slightly, gesturing down to my clothes. "How could you tell?"

"Just a guess." She shrugs, walking over to the espresso machine.

"So, uh, I needed to talk to you about something." I say, and she hums back in hesitant acknowledgment as I rub the back of my neck. I'm sweating like crazy- it's hot in here for it being before 8 am. "There's this thing this weekend, kind of a big deal apparently, and I was wondering if you would be okay with going with me?" I internally cringe at the way I said that. God- that probably made no sense.

"Midsummers?" She asks, pausing making the drink to look up at me. I'm getting butterflies in my stomach, just looking at her brown eyes.

"Yeah, that. My dad is getting some sort of award or something." I explain. "So? What do you think?"

"Uhm.." She pauses, clearly thinking. Great. I screwed this up with her already. Of course, I saw this coming- she should still be mad at me. "I would love to, I really would, but I don't think I'd be welcome there. Besides, I don't own anything even remotely appropriate to wear." She replies, with a nervous-sounding laugh.

"If you're my date, you'll be welcomed. Besides, my dad wants you there." I tell her, smiling despite how anxious I'm feeling.

"Ward? He specifically requested that I come?" Snowy raises her eyebrow at me, getting back to working.

"As a matter of fact he did- I can tell you don't believe me, but he loves Kegs, and he wanted me to bring someone to keep up appearances, since he's the guest of honour or whatever." I say, immediately hearing how bad that sounded. "Not like- fuck, that sounded bad. Not like I don't want you there." I laugh nervously. "I do want you there, and so does my dad. There. That's what I meant to say." This is humiliating. I'm waiting for her to laugh in my face- even though I know she would never do that. She's too kind.

"Okay.." She nods, placing my drink up on the counter in front of me. "I still don't have anything I could wear. I just don't want to embarrass you. I'm sorry. Maybe ask one of Sarah's friends? I'm sure they would be all over you." She jokes.

"That's the easiest problem to solve." I dismiss her comment. "I've got it. Here.." I say, pulling out my wallet and digging around for the bills I'm looking for.

"Oh my god, Rafe, no. I seriously can't let you give me any money. I can borrow something from Kie, maybe. I'll sort it out. I'd love to go." Snowy says quickly, shaking her head at me. She is so cute.

"Okay fine, then this for my drink." I say, placing eight hundred's on the counter. She just looks at me, as if to say 'come on, seriously?' and that makes me laugh.

"Your drink is free." She replies, crossing her arms. "On me."

"Oh, thank you. How sweet. Then that's a tip." I grin, pointing at the cash and she rolls her eyes.

"I'll pay you back, Rafe." She sighs, picking up the money and folding it before putting it in her pocket. "Thank you." Snowy says honestly, looking back up at me.

"Don't worry about it. I really want you to come." I say as I pick up my drink. "Can I pick you up from John B's at 3 and you can get ready with Sarah? That's a thing girls do, right?" I laugh, totally unsure. I've just seen that in movies.

"Yeah, totally." Snowy laughs, leaning her elbows on the counter. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too." I smile, taking a sip of my drink. "This is good, I need to come while you're working more often, Juliette." I tease her, reaching down and flick her name tag.

"Oh my god, ew. If you keep calling me that I'll get you banned!" Snowy laughs, swatting my hand away.

"I gotta run, but I'll talk to you later?" I suggest and she nods.

"Of course. Thanks again, Rafe." She says as I wave and start to head for the door.

"Oh, and one condition on me paying for your dress," I say, turning as I walk back toward the door. "Send me pictures of everything you try on." I wink, seeing her roll her eyes.

"Bye, Rafe." She giggles, waving me off. I don't know when I stopped feeling nervous, but I leave feeling much better than I did when I walked in.

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A/N; Bet y'all didn't see his POV coming lol I hope you liked it though! I tried my best but as always feedback is appreciated :) -R

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[cosmicalart]

WIP Wednesday

Scheduled on: 2023-09-12

So this post, along with the rest of the fic, almost didn't happen. I'm perfectly fine now but for those of you interested in my hospital adventure Sunday night, I'll put it under the cut.

Now, I've just about wrapped up chapter two of 'Baz to The Past", I also will have plenty of free time next week, so depending on the progress of chapter three (and how much of chapter two I may need to rewrite) I may be able to start posting the chapters this Sunday on AO3, a whole week earlier than I initially expected.

??? POV

“Fine.” With a huff, Simon stands from his chair and marches out of the room slamming the door behind him. Once his footsteps have faded down the hall, Baz pivots on his heel towards me. “What in Crowley’s name was that? Who’s to say he’s not turning us in right now? You didn’t even seal the deal with magic, there's no consequence if he goes against it!”

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Hospital story under the cut

So Sunday night after work I had a small edible, (I need to preface that it was small and half of what I'd usually take because people tried to blame what happened on the edible) Now I also hadn't eaten dinner yet even though it was 9pm and was craving Mcdonalds (I have a stack of free meal coupons because I work there) so my fiance drives us and our friend who was over to Mcdonalds, then we stopped at our friends place cause he ended up deciding to stay the night and wanted to grab some things.

Everything was fine up to this point, weeds kicking in, having a good time, we got back to the house and ate our food, I'm setting up my laptop to get some writing done, things are good. My fiance is watching youtube poops (just random funny youtube videos if you're not familiar) and normally I don't find them that funny but I was laughing cause I could see the tv from where I was setting up.

Now this is where things go bad quickly. I ended up laughing while trying to swallow my burger and choked, I still had food in my mouth as well as food in my throat as I had been swallowing when something in the video just hit me and made me laugh, so I could not breathe now and panicked, like just froze trying to swallow what was still in my mouth while trying to breathe.

I didn't need the Heimlich, it managed to go down on its own and I could breathe again but something didn't feel right. I felt like something was jammed in my chest as well as the back of my nose and it burned. I tried drinking to see if that would clear it like maybe it just felt funny because I choked. That was not it. After a minute I ended up throwing up and a bit of what felt stuck in my chest dislodged and I realized I legit had food stuck in my lungs.

I was immediately light-headed and felt my heart racing (though that was probably cause panic was setting in) so I went to the living room with the cat freaking out at my feet, told my fiance something wasn't right, threw up again, and then they helped me to the couch because I started losing consciousness.

I do not remember the drive to the hospital, I don't even remember getting there, I just have vague memories of a nurse pulling my hair to check if I was breathing, people screaming my name as I blacked out because I wasn't breathing, vomiting several times trying to clear my lungs, and apparently arguing about wanting a fudgcicle on the way home only to then vomit and pass out again.

I had to be informed about what happened afterward because I stopped breathing several times and had my lips turn blue. From the second they put me on the couch to the morning after when I woke up miraculously alive and in bed, I remember nothing.

Joked with @valeffelees that clearly the universe wanted to give me the good ole' fanfic writer "So I almost died" author note

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[detailtilted]

Hi there! I've belatedly seen your question about coloring, and I'm someone who likes to tweak color, so in case it helps, I thought I'd write up some things I might do. I don't know if you have the same tools I have, but I saw you use Color Balance, so I've used that for an example below. I usually start by adjusting lighting levels so that the lightest and darkest points are where I hope them to end up. Then I'd adjust color hues which in your case was using the Color Balance tool. I might also adjust the saturation or vibrance because too much can cause colors to get extreme quickly. Here are some quick settings I did in Photoshop.

Levels: dark point=19, mid point=1.37, light point=249, output levels=18 to 255

Color Balance: shadows red+13, green+5, blue-4; midtones red-8, green-9, blue+3; highlights red-60, green-28, blue-25

Saturation: reds-8, master-4

Here's the result:

I know it can be hard to translate setting between different apps, so I wonder if this will be helpful at all, but feel free to ask me questions if you're so inclined 😊

~ Dani

WOW, your results are incredible! Thank you so much for taking the time to play with this and to offer some tips! Adjusting lighting before trying to adjust colors hadn't occurred to me at all.

I'm using Adobe Premiere for the video editing, so same software company at least, but I couldn't find any lighting level settings like what you described. Through Googling, it looks like a setting called "Lumetri Color" is typically used for lighting corrections and it's broken out differently.

I have to go to work pretty soon, so I haven't had sufficient time to really dig into it and play with it, but I did mess around with it a tiny bit. I'll play more this weekend and see if I can get closer to what you were able to accomplish.

For reference, my original adjusted version (which I can see now looks soooo horribly orangey compared to yours!):

As a starting point, I just clicked the friendly "Auto" button on the Lumetri Color tab to see what it would do. A little better, still pretty orangey.

Then I tried to make some of the color adjustments that worked for you. It looked like your adjustments had been based on my adjusted version, so I'm not sure if my attempt at making it a direct mathematical adjustment was the right way to go, but I tried to add your adjustment #'s on top of my adjustments. So for example, I'd had Shadow Red set to -10 and since you said you added 13, I changed it to 3. When I changed all 9 settings it didn't improve too much, definitely nothing like yours:

But while applying those changes, I noticed that before I applied the last two (highlight green and blue), it looked closer to what you had. Still not there yet, but closer.

Once I have time, I'll play with some of the Lumetri sliders and stuff a bit more. It may also help just to have your beautiful image as a reference point. Thanks so much!

Addendum: Additional Efforts

I spent some more time playing with this. I present two versions for your judgment.

The first version isn't exactly like yours, but it looked pretty close to my eyes. So I was happy for a minute or two. Then when I started watching the video instead of just staring at the still frame, I felt like it looked a little too green. Maybe that's because I've spent so many hours staring at my previous orangey version that my idea of what looks normal is skewed.

So in version two I adjusted the Tint setting. I feel like this looks a little better, especially when I watch the video, but I don't trust my judgment at all. My color judgment was bad before, and now I think my eyes are permanently warped from staring at different shades for so long.

I'm including both versions below. For each version I'm including a side-by-side comparison with your example vs mine. I wanted to include a video clip for both, but it looks like tumblr limits it to 1 video, so I only included the video for version 2.

Please don't be afraid to tell me they both look horrible! I feel sort of like the proverbial monkey hitting a bunch of random keys and hoping I might hit upon Shakespeare by pure random chance. 😅

Version 1

Version 2

#enhanced edition con video development

[callsignbaphomet]

Okay so watching a lot of lore videos made me think back on this post (don't get excited it's just OC stuff).

Eventually both of them will change their minds about having kids but not necessarily in a traditional way. Like, honestly with how they are it would probably be somewhat spontaneous but not really. They have talked about this subject before, numerous times actually. It's either started by one or the other and each time they lean a little more towards yes though they both always end it with "not yet". Both of them are mature and responsible, especially Jelani, economically both of them are stupid levels of incredibly comfortable. Angelus will eventually become the Trickster team leader for the 00 branch and Jelani will eventually be the actual leader of the entire PMC. Currently he's the acting leader. Real world equivalent to a LtGen that's been left in charge for the most part.

They do have some real concerns they've talked about with each other. Angelus is scared to death because his childhood was bad, like really freaking bad. He's not abusive in any way, on the contrary, he lived through a literal hell and he wouldn't ever want to put someone else through that. It's an irrational fear of his. On top of that he worries about his own mental illnesses and if he might pass them down. Just because he's got all of that under control, puts in the work and takes care of himself doesn't mean it all magically vanished and he's cured. Hell, sometimes there are setbacks and he needs to step back to take care of it and sometimes he needs help. Third thing that worries him is the fact that he's a Crossed Breed, that has stigmas of its own. I've mentioned before that there are werewolves out there that automatically want his head on a pike just because he's a Crossed Breed and he's had to deal with violence before because of that. He's deathly afraid of what the kid might turn out to be.

Angelus isn't the only one with concerns. Jelani has his fair share of issues that he'd rather not burden a child with. On top of that he is the literal Arch-Maker, that's an entire mess of its own. Even if he "exiled" himself it's only a ceremonial act, it really was just to give himself some peace of mind. If Angelus is worried about what the kid would turn out to be Jelani is ten times more worried. Werewolf genetics might be aggressive but that's nothing compared to the genetics of a divine being.

There's also the obstacle of actually getting pregnant itself. Angelus was born intersex so on top of having the Ovotesticular DSD (Ovotestes) variation he was born with only half a uterus which requires a little more help in that department because of having only half of a uterus.

Which lets me circle back nicely to what I said before 'cause honestly the way I wrote it made him sound like a jerk I think. That particular incident happened the second time he and Jelani fucked, they weren't together yet and both didn't tell each other how they felt for a million, albeit dumb af, reasons. So a few weeks later he had the miscarriage. He didn't tell anyone because he didn't want anyone to know. And no, he didn't go by periods because he is very irregular, like, he can go months or even years without seeing a period and suddenly it just drops like an RKO outta nowhere. Eventually he does tell Jelani but years later. He obviously got worried about him and he was glad he was okay. He did feel strange about finding that out but if Angelus had decided to keep it if he hadn't miscarried he would've had his back 100,000% no matter what he would've decided on. Sanaa and Ingvarr raised their babies right, thank you very much. So! If they decide to go through with it this time they'd have to be careful and get everything checked out.

Honestly, yeah, I do like the idea of them having twins but like I said before it would be much later in the timeline. And honestly, I like the idea of it just happening without them planning it out. Just one day Angelus notices something's off, both talk it out, get a test done, Jela tells him it's his decision and his alone and that no matter what he'll be right beside him through it all, Angelus sits on it for a bit, decides to keep it, both do everything they can to make sure Angelus and the kid are safe, keep the new development to themselves, find out it's not one but two, both have an "oh shit" moment, then when they can't hide it anymore they tell others, Ingvarr does what he does best: cries because his youngest baby will have babies and because he's a big softy and then twins arrive.

So what do you get when you cross a powerful werewolf with an Arch-Maker? Yeah, I'm still working out the kinks but they're DEFINITELY of divine origin, that shoulda been more than obvious. I actually have an idea for their non-human form designs, taking both of Jela's and Angelus' forms and kinda fusing some bits. Sounds weird but it makes sense in my head!

I don't think I'm bringing this concept into any of the AUs tbh but then again I'm fickle af and y'all know me. If I like an idea I grab it and run to the hills with it at top speed.

#Oracle Corp tag #Jelani/Angelus

[zaeliaeve]

ꜰʟᴏʀᴇꜱ [ꜱᴇʀɢɪᴏ ʀᴀᴍᴏꜱ] Chapter Four

DISCLAIMER: This is all fiction and inaccurate to real life. I don't speak Spanish so I am sorry for any mistranslations! :( 

2009

Real Madrid's first away match had been a success. Although, RCD Espanyol wasn't a big threat to them in the first place. They hadn't won any major titles in over a decade and had no superstar players. Espanyol was simply overpowered by the immense talent of Real Madrid and lost 0-3.

Catalina was once again in awe of Real Madrid. The team was somewhat in its infancy yet managed to bring raw electricity everywhere they went. It seemed from the outside that everything they touched would turn into pure gold.

Day by day Catalina was falling in love with not only her job but football as a sport as well. It was nearly impossible not to when it was what she was surrounded by most of the time now.

The journey to get to the stadium had been a frightful one at first for Catalina. The team had all gathered on a private jet to get to Barcelona for the game, and it was her first experience in a plane, let alone a private jet. To everyone else on the plane, this was just a regular day; they played cards with each other and slept like it was no big deal. Luckily, she was somewhat distracted on the flight.

"Is this your first time on a plane?"

Catalina's ghostly pale face lifted up from her camera as she glanced up at the superstar, her hand slightly trembling as she tried not to look out the small oval window beside her. "How could you tell?"

Karim let out a hardy laugh and pointed his thumb over to the girl, his eyes still on Cristiano. "She told me earlier she stayed up last night watching a plane crash documentary" Karim wheezed.

The Portuguese man cocked his head to the side in surprise, a confused smile creeping onto his face. "Why would you do that to yourself?"

"I was trying to make myself feel better about today so I went on Youtube and typed in planes like an idiot. It sent me down a rabbit hole that I couldn't look away from" Catalina let out an exhausted sigh as she questions her past decision, trying not to replay the images of tragedies in her head.

Cristiano pouted his bottom lip out to the girl sympathetically.

Catalina clutched the metal in her hand and switched the settings off of video mode and into photo mode. "But do you know what would make me feel a lot better, Mr. Cover of Men's Health?" She asked, seeing the perfect opportunity to ask what she was scared she would lose the confidence for later.

Karim leaned forward in his seat beside her with interest, and Cristiano nodded his head forward insinuating for the girl to keep talking. "Can I take a picture of you for the official Real Madrid website?" Catalina asked, causing Karim to lean back in his seat when he realized it wasn't as interesting as he had hoped.

"Yeah, sure."

Cristiano then ran a hand through his black hair, smoothening the stray hairs back down into place. A half-open book rested in his lap, full lips upturned as he looked directly into the dark lens.

Click click click

"Perfecto! Te lo agradezco" Catalina grinned at him before glancing down at her camera to look at the picture.

Internally, she was screeching with excitement because her boss was always harping on her to get as many pictures as she can of Cristiano and Kaká because they didn't want to use any pictures of them in another team's kit.

Good lighting, and good quality. All she could have asked for.

As Catalina was looking down, she saw a pair of tan hands softly steal the camera from her loose grip. "Your turn," Cristiano told her as he switched back into photo mode.

Catalina looked confused but it clicked together once Cristiano held the metal up to his eye, one eye squinting from behind the camera. "It's your first time on a plane and you survived takeoff, this is something to remember. We can put this up on the facility fridge when we get back."

Karim waited for a second before chiming in, face straight as can be. "Assuming we don't die on landing, though."

The girl shrieked and rubbed her hands on her temples.

Cristiano waved his free hand in the air as if to clear all the bad energy, "Don't listen to him, we can use his big head as a lifeboat if we crash. Now, look here and say cheeeese" he joked,  only using his accented English for the last half.

Ironically Catalina felt awkward and uncoordinated in front of the camera, not knowing what to do with her hands or face. She decided to just clasp her hands together and flash the camera a wide smile before mimicking the phrase back to him.

Click

"Estas guapa con la ropa de Madrid!" Cristiano gushed loudly. He handed her back the camera with a grin still on his face. (in English:  you look pretty in the Madrid clothing)

The team headed back to the nice hotel on a large bus, cheering and yelling with pride the whole ride there. They sang songs in Spanish chants that the newer players still hadn't learned all the lyrics to, so they just made noses that somewhat resembled the language. Catalina shot every stand-out moment she could, thankful it was photos and not videos due to the harsh critiquing of the opposing team from the staff.

Sergio moved throughout the bus so he was directly in front of the camera lens, lifting up the crest on his kit until it met his lips and pumping his fist into the humid air joyously. Catalina snapped pictures of the defender, smiling so much her cheeks were starting to ache.

Within a few moments, Sergio leaned over the seats and tangled one hand in Catalina's wavy hair softly to bring her closer. Catalina complied and leaned into his body, shivering as he pressed his lips against her ear. "You're wearing our clothes" Sergio noted slightly loud so she could hear over the noise, tone surprised yet still happy.

"Do I look too cheesy? Am I eligible for the Real Madrid fan club now?" Catalina half-joked, reversing the roles and speaking into his ear so he could hear without the chanting drowning it out.

The corner of Sergio's eyes crinkled as he laughed before shaking his head, backing away to get another full look at her. "It's good. You look like a librarian that got the night off."

Catalina laughed confusedly unsure what he meant but not pushing it further. "Are you going out for drinks with us later? I highly doubt you drink though" Sergio asked, hands now clutching the back of the seat.

Drinks?

Unsurprisingly, he was right. Catalina was not much of a drinker. Maybe the occasional drink here or there on holidays but nothing close enough to get her drunk. A few sips at most. She found herself wanting to challenge this notion, even if it meant chugging a whole bottle of champagne if she had to. In her mind maybe being able to break out of her prudish ways could prove herself a little bit cool.

"What do you mean? I drink all the time. Of course, I'll go." She put on a relaxed tone but it came off more forced than she had hoped and she hoped he hadn't noticed.

Sergio grabbed his phone out of his pocket and handed it to her. "I'll let you know when we're gonna leave. Put your number in"

Catalina let her camera hang off of the thick strap on her chest as she tapped on his screen. She reread it over one more time before handing it back to him. Sergio smiled at her before typing something and pressing send.

The back of her jeans vibrated with the notification, she reached into it quickly to read the message. "See you tonight then," Sergio told her before moving back to his original seat, now joining back into the celebrations.

You're a bad liar, conejita :P

Getting ready proved to be a challenge. She didn't pack much at all because she didn't anticipate going anywhere besides the stadium, and maybe a casual breakfast the next morning. Fortunately, she had a casual sun dress. It was her hair and makeup she struggled the most with given her resources, but she made due.

Catalina waited hours anxiously waiting for a message from Sergio. She tried to distract herself by watching the shopping channel on TV, plucking her eyebrows, or going through every picture she had taken recently on her camera. As she began to give up hope, her screen lit up as his unsaved number popped up.

Everyone else fell asleep or doesn't wanna leave their rooms :/ You still down to go with just us? It wasn't even a question in her mind. Within 30 seconds she had typed out

How else am I supposed to show you that I'm the better drinker?

Sergio responded not too long after that. 

In ur dreams. Meet me in the lobby in 45 mins. The bar is a quick walk. 

Sergio's lips upturned as Catalina pressed her lips to the glass hesitantly, the reality of the situation settling in now that the pungent smell of alcohol filled her nostrils. "Are you sure you can swallow it all?" He watched her carefully as she tried to put on a brave front.

Why didn't I just keep my mouth shut?

The anticipation of Sergio's waiting eyes was killing her, so she tilted her head back and relaxed her throat; letting the cool liquid flow down as Sergio cheered beside her. "¡Vamos!"

An empty glass hit the table as she raised her arms in victory, her throat and chest hotly burning as a reminder of the liquid poison. Sergio let out a hardy laugh as she screwed her eyes shut and stuck out her tongue at the taste, groaning with disgust.

His tanned hand rubbed her upper back soothingly. "You took it well, I have to say I'm surprised."

Catalina shook her head as she wiped her shiny mouth, knowing her reaction wasn't smooth by any means."Maybe you just like watching me struggle."

"Maybe" he repeated back with a shrug.

The waitress placed Sergio's tequila on the wood surface in front of him. Catalina secretly hoped that he would at least make a grossed-out face when he took it, but he didn't. In stark contrast, Sergio swallowed his drink easily, with only a slight shiver when the drink was fully finished. "I hate you so much" Catalina whined when he looked back to her as if nothing had happened.

His face remained completely unphased. "No, you don't."

Catalina nodded eagerly, the burning in her body causing a small confidence boost she didn't have moments ago. "Yes, I do. I promise I do."

Sergio didn't say anything else as he took the alcohol-soaked lime out of his empty glass and placed it on her full lips. Catalina froze momentarily, unsure of what to do. "Open" he instructed, eyes heavy as it met hers.

Catalina listened without question, lapping the center of the bitter fruit with her saliva; trying to ignore the consistent heat in her chest in an attempt to please him. Sergio watched her contently as he brought one hand to her head, patting it with praise. "See? You don't hate me at all."

The now lifeless lime sunk back into the glass.

Suddenly meeting his gaze felt more difficult, so Catalina shifted her pupils over to the glass bottles on the shelves. She could feel her cheeks heating up, and this time not from the liquor. "I want a shot" Catalina murmured, hoping the liquid could calm her.

Sergio laughed to himself before raising his arm to get the waitress's attention again, this time ordering a few drinking for the both of them. Catalina took his arm into her hands when she noticed purplish markings scattered all over the limb. "Are these from football?" She asked, scanning his bruised flesh with her fingertips softly.

"No, some of them are from when I fell off of horses and landed awkwardly" Sergio explained, his skin rising a bit underneath her fingers.

Catalina's eyebrows knitted together, lips frowning a bit. "I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not."

Now it was his turn to frown, cocking his head slightly. "Why would I be sarcastic about that?"

"I just couldn't picture you in nature. I love horses though, so that's a nice surprise. I thought you'd be the type to be like grrrrr nature is for wimps. I only like football and fast cars. Oh and getting red cards. " She impersonated him, putting her voice as deep as it could go which wasn't deep at all.

Sergio's laughed and looked at her knowingly "Ah so you must have been googling me."

Catalina pinched her fingers together. "Un poco."

His knuckles moved to her face and gripped onto her cheek, pulling at it playfully. "So you really are a fan, huh?" he asked as she squealed from the pressure of his hand.

"I'm more of a Cristiano fan, actually" she gasped out in-between giggles.

The grip of his knuckles got fairly tighter at her words, causing her to laugh harder and grasp at his hands. Sergio let go quickly, his eyes brightening as he watched her wipe away tears from the corner of her eyes due to her laughing fit.

"It is really cool you get to ride horses, seriously. I've only been a few times when I was younger and I absolutely loved it. It's hard to come by in the city, though" Catalina told him earnestly as she calmed down.

The waitress sat down a few glasses down in front of them and they thanked her with a smile. Sergio held his drink out to cheers, and Catalina followed clinking the glass together. Before he could say anything, Catalina swooped in with a wide smile. "To Cristiano Ronaldo!"

Although they drank about equally, the alcohol affected Catalina much more as she was new to drinking and also weighed less than him. It was quickly revealed throughout the night that Catalina is a happy drunk. Suddenly everything was good in the world to Catalina, no such thing as embarrassment or worries.

Sergio felt a lot more grounded; acting as the guide to make sure nothing bad happened to the newly intoxicated girl. Catalina had danced a bit on the dance floor with some random girl, drunkenly swaying off-beat to an Aventura song.

Lost in the moment, Catalina's dress started to lift up as she danced. Sergio's blood rushed as a thin man tried to slip in between the two dancing drunk girls. "Si la tocas te rajo la garganta, coño" Sergio stepped in quickly, pushing the man with his palms.

"¿Estás jodidamente loco?" He huffed to the frightened man.

The man instantly backed away, promising he didn't want any problems. Sergio scowled at him as the man practically sprinted to the other side of the room, far away from the girls. Catalina hadn't even noticed the man, still laughing with the random girl about absolutely nothing.

Sergio bent down and pulled Catalina's dress back down. "Por favor, ten más cuidado" he whispered into her ear, causing her head to lean back into his touch.

She spin around and wrapped her hands around his neck, leaving the random girl alone. "Dance with me, Sergio" Catalina slurred as she batted her eyelashes.

Sergio's stone demeanor melted a bit as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "You know you aren't even dancing Bachata right?" 

Catalina nuzzled her face in his shoulder, clearly not engaging in anything he was saying. His hand tangled in her hair, holding her close. They swayed back and forth as they clutched onto each other tightly, only pulling away after the last cord of the song was finished. "You smell good" she mumbled into his shirt.

"Do you want to go back now? We have an early flight tomorrow" Sergio asked, arms still loosely wrapped around her.

Catalina's sheepishly nodded, eyes half closed from exhaustion after the long day they had both had.  "You can barely keep your eyes open, poor thing" Sergio sighed, gazing down at her bloodshot eyes.

Sergio lifted her up with ease and Catalina sighed with relief as they left the establishment. All he could hope was no one on the staff catching them in the lobby, as he didn't feel like having to explain himself to anyone.

In the short walk back to the hotel, Catalina had fallen asleep in his arms as he expected. Not wanting to wake her up nor wanting to dig through her clothes, he used one arm to get his room key and set her down on his bed gently, throwing the big comforter over her.

Sergio's own exhaustion had begun to hit from the long day. He stole one of the blankets from the bed and nuzzled up onto the small couch, falling asleep almost as soon as he hit the cushions.

A/N: AHHHH this took me so long to write I had writer's block but I'm pretty happy with how this turned out! I've rewritten it many times and now I've been writing for like 4 hours straight so I'm good with this version! Initially, this was going to be VERY different haha. I really hope you enjoyed it! Any comments are welcomed and truly appreciated! Thank you for reading!

#sergio ramos #sergio ramos fanfiction #sergio ramos imagine #football fanfiction #football imagine #soccer imagine #real madrid

[quickhacked]

🐉🍎 💘 🍔 🤔 and 😞 for any oc of your choice!! or two ocs if you're feeling up for it [:

oc asks! / preferred ocs!

🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature?

rafiq is a big fan of mythical creatures in general and loves watching shows and videos about it, or listening to podcasts during slow days at work. he's an avid reader of the revenant (a blogging site for paranormal investigators) and used to keep up with posts of the conspiracy group known as the hive, before they seemingly vanished at some point in time and stopped updating regularly. he loves the idea of bigfoot specifically but isn't in the right state of the country to investigate himself :( if he had the chance for it he 100% would though

since teddy works for CALAMITY which is an organization specified in monitoring and sometimes capturing strange phenomena all over the world, this is exactly the kind of thing that he works with. which is also exactly the reason why he HATES them LMFAO if anything they're all just troublemakers to him and he would like to get some rest. back when he still worked an office job for the organization he got very attached to some dustcatchers which are basically just little puff balls that cause chaos in the most dusty place of your home. that's about as close to a favorite mythical creature as it gets for him

yancey LOVES zombies. probably a little bit too much but i can't blame him because honestly same. he's watched every zombie media he's managed to get his hands on and will continue to do so for as long as he lives. it's funny because in this universe zombies do in fact end up as a thing somewhere but that's still a couple of years away so yancey doesn't know that yet. don't even worry about it

🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?

rafiq was born in san francisco! very far away from where he lives nowadays and he does miss it a lot more than he likes to admit, but also wouldn't wanna go back there even though he is still very much welcome with his parents who still live there. the place has too many bad memories and rafiq wouldn't be able to live there comfortably at all anymore

teddy was born and raised in raleigh, which is not all too far away from blightwood crossing. he moved to the west coast at some point when he went to join CALAMITY and ever since he's been on the move, visiting towns all across the united states and sometimes even to another country to do jobs for the organization. he's been in blightwood crossing for a while now; the job he's doing there hasn't been going well at all and he's lost contact with CALAMITY, so he's just stuck in town without direction

yancey is from atlanta and only recently moved to blightwood crossing, after a series of events caused him to no longer be welcome at home. despite his mixed feelings about the town now, he does still really love the place and its energy and often wishes he hadn't been forced to leave; but there's not much he can do about that now and he knows he's better off far, far away from there

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

rafiq loves his parents to bits and misses them a lot. he also has a small group of friends in blightwood crossing, mainly his coworkers from the diner he works at, and he cares a lot about them too :^) eventually during the story he gets together with teddy and yancey and he loves them soooo much. btw. if you even care

teddy is very lonely in town. he doesn't have contact with his family anymore since he's not allowed because of CALAMITY and their rules, and he didn't really have many friends at the organization either; so he's stuck in a strange town where nobody likes him all that much and no one's out there missing him either :( during the story he grows closer with the other main characters and he ends up ride or die for them, being a very loyal guy in general

yancey is hesitant to make new friends in town despite it coming naturally for him, and he does end up caring a lot about the other main characters. he's very scared to have all of them ripped away from him in one sweep without warning, just like what happened before with his ex friends and family back in atlanta, but also knows there's no way to predict or prevent that from happening if it were to happen one day so he tries to ignore it as best as he can and not let it get in the way of enjoying the time he has with them

🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer?

rafiq is decent enough at cooking. his father sends him a lot of recipes to try out and he can follow them well enough on most days, but often has to simplify them a little. baking is also not his expertise but he still loves doing it! usually does it with friends so it's a group effort (and a group failure if it doesn't go well) and it's more to have an excuse to hang out with them

teddy is a very good cook but just doesn't do it :/ he's living on instant noodles, microwaved rice, pizza, any meal he can get from the diner and then leftovers of that for the next day, tater tots, questionable quality dry bread with cheese, and sometimes he will pensively have a vegetable. he doesn't like baking all that much but also does enjoy hanging out with rafiq so he will bake with him. just this once (<- said every single time)

yancey is a GREAT cook which is why he ends up as a cook at the diner :^) he loves experimenting with cooking and coming up with his own recipes and while it doesn't always work out for him, he uses the knowledge from that to make something that DOES work out next time. also pretty good at baking but does that significantly less because he's stuck in the belief that baking is mostly sweet stuff and he prefers savory things. clearly this man has never had a pizza muffin before

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

rafiq is very expressive and a very active listener, which can take some getting used to when you're getting to know him. he likes actively adding his thoughts into a conversation and is good at relating to other people, which always makes for a very lively conversation :^)

teddy is basically a brick wall. you can't tell what's going on in his head you can't tell how he's feeling and sometimes you may even wonder if he just fell asleep standing up with his eyes open (it's not the case but with how far away his brain has zoomed out it may as well be). he's very easily distracted and gets lost in his own brain a lot which causes him to speak slowly and sometimes he just doesn't finish his sentences. he also cracks his knuckles a lot

yancey can be very witty at times but his brain lags behind when there's too many people talking so he doesn't control WHEN he gets to be witty. he does finger guns at people a lot or a little thumbs up because he never knows what to do with his hands so adding in a little gesture like that gives him something to focus on. it's very endearing :^)

😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone?

rafiq is a people person and loves to chat with people, which is why customers at the diner tend to stay a lot longer when he's on the workfloor because he'll just end up talking with them for hours. despite being surrounded by people a lot, he can still get very lonely easily because actually connecting to people in a deeper way takes a lot more effort for him

teddy is probably the loneliest man in blightwood crossing at the start of the story. he mostly just stays at home and goes to a nearby bar and the diner and that's IT. sometimes the grocery store. he mostly just talks to the diner's waiters rafiq and yukiko and then the bartender and cashier and he's a regular in those places so they would recognize his face but they wouldn't even know his name. he's always been a bit lonely and just focusing on the task at hand by himself so it doesn't really bother him, but also just isn't aware of just HOW lonely he is so once he starts talking to people more he's like "ohh so my life was just really fucked up before. ok"

yancey makes new friends very easily because of his fun and kind nature and he's good at making other people feel at ease with him :^) he values his alone time a lot but also knows when it's time for him to get out of the house and hang out with people again, which is why his new job at the diner is very good for him. it gives him something fun to do that he also gets paid for AND he gets to hang out with his new friends because they all work there :D easy right? what could possibly go wrong

#asks #reaperkiller #ask:rafiq #ask:teddy #ask:yancey #oc asks #sorry i answered for THREE guys because these three are a package deal. to me #most annoying throuple in blightwood crossing and i love them so much for it

[mightybee113]

RAISE A SUILEN x BILLBOARD JAPAN

< Special interview with Raychell and Tsumugi Risa > [2021/04/18]

– First of all, could you two tell us about your first meeting and your first impressions of each other?

Raychell: We were actually just seeing pictures from that time while doing our make-up (laugh). I was talking about how cute Risa was!

Tsumugi: Ahaha, it was a nostalgic conversation!

Raychell: We first met in meeting on the room next to this one (*this interview was held at a Bushiroad conference room). They told us that a new DJ was going to join the group. I was curious about how she would be and then Risa just barged in saying "Sorry I'm late!"

Tsumugi: The staff told me that I was going to be a part of a Bandori band just a few minutes before! I was like "What!? I’m in Bandori? Will I play an instrument? Guitar? Bass? Drums? Maybe I'll sing?". Well, I thought all of that but... I was the DJ! Then, they said all the other members were already gathered and guided me to the conference room. 

Raychell: My first impression was that she was a really shy and quiet girl, nothing like today.

Tsumugi: I mean, I had just found out I was in Bandori, as a DJ, opened the conference room door and found all those unique looking members inside waiting for me! I didn't know what to do - or what to say- at all! (laugh). Well, even so, I thought that Chell-san (Raychell's nickname) had a "pretty older sister" vibe. I wondered what kind of band we would become.  

Raychell: I was curious about the music direction we would take. Bandori had Poppin'Party-san, Roselia-san, Afterglow-san, Pastel*Palettes-san and Hello, Happy World!-san already... Hello, Happy World! having a DJ as well. I wondered how a DJ in a real life band would be like. 

– Do you remember the first time you talked?

Raychell: Ah, after the meeting we had lunch together at an Italian restaurant

Tsumugi: Yup, we did!

Raychell: We talked about things like "Have you ever played an instrument?"

Tsumugi: It was a conversation about our lives, basically

Raychell: Just "Where are you from?" or "What kind of music have you played?". Risa, Reo-chan (Keyboardist, Kurachi Reo) and Riko-chan (Guitarist, Kohara Riko) are voice actresses so they also talked about their works. I'm a shy person so I just watched them talk at first.

Tsumugi: I was quietly watching too. Whenever the conversation would stop, I would just eat my spaghetti! (laugh)  

– Seeing you two today, no one would guess that

Tsumugi: That's how the first day was. I just wondered what kind of band we would become.

Raychell: Our ages were different and our fields were different...

Tsumugi: It was a big "How did we end up together!?"

Raychell: Truly! (laugh)

– It's hard to believe that after seeing you having so much fun taking pictures just now! What could have caused this change?

Raychell: As time went by, I got to know this girl called Risa... 

"Ah, so she's like this~" (laugh)

Tsumugi: Excuse me-? (laugh)

Raychell: I really love that though!

Tsumugi: Yay! I'm happy! Well, I was the last one to join RAS and I had no DJ experience so, I was very worried. I kept thinking, "Will I even add anything to the group?". So one day, after practice, Chell-san invited me to eat together  

– That is so kind of her

Tsumugi: She gave me a lot of advice on that day. She suggested that I should take the lead in hyping the audience up, which is something that affects the way I perform until today. She's always looking out for me and everyone else… She's truly a wonderful person. But, there's a moment that made me the happiest. I hadn't been with them on stage yet and, before that, she went out of her way to contact me saying "The moment where you'll be announced as a RAS' member will make our stage even more exciting. It's the feeling of 5". Chell-san is a senpai that I love from the bottom of my heart 

Raychell: If I were in her place, I'd be very scared. She looked very anxious and I wanted to say it would all be OK! There's a video on YouTube of her first performance, "R.I.O.T"!

Tsumugi: That's true! I was super happy!

Raychell: That really was such an exciting moment

Tsumugi: I could finally stand together on stage with everyone. It was truly happiness!

Interviewed by 藤谷千明 Photos by Masanori Naruse Translated by @mightybee113

#seiyuu #interview #bandori #ras

[iwannawritelots]

Live By the Sword

Originally written October 2021

Masterlist

Genre: erm, I’m not really sure

Ship(s): Lucifer X MC

(genderless MC)

(requested)

Trigger/content warnings: it gets a bit suggestive but nothing too bad

Headcanons/notes from the author: Lucifer, avatar of seeing MC be hot and imploding.

Brief Blurb: Lucifer sees a video of MC sword fighting a demon and confronts them about the hidden ability.

Lucifer's mouth was agape, disbelief written in his whole body language as he watched the last part of the Devilgram video. You, the human the demon brothers longed for, holding a demon captive in your mercy. The sword you held pointed to the demon's throat. "Had enough yet? Or should I finish you off?"

He didn't believe his brothers when they had told him you beat a demon in a duel. Sure, when you had performed the TSL musical, it was evident you had experience with swordsmanship... but he hadn't expected this. Slowly, he handed Asmodeus his phone, staring at his desk as thoughts raced through his head. "Where is _____ now?"

"They're in their room. They came home with me." He twirled a lock of hair around his finger and bit his lip, humming with thought. "It was so... mesmerizing in person. The video doesn't give nearly as much feeling as the real thing."

A small twinge of jealousy snapped in Lucifer's chest. He felt stupid feeling such a way over this, but... the least he could do is tell you how impressed he was. "I'm going to go see them. You mind your own business." He stood, eying his little brother. "Seriously. Go paint your nails or something."

Lucifer made his way towards your room, trying to figure out what to say. What was he supposed to say in the first place, really? Slowly, he approached your bedroom door, then knocked carefully to avoid scaring you. He felt his stomach flutter when you opened the door, half undressed from your uniform. "Lucifer? Did I do something?"

"Yes, actually. I wanted to talk to you about the video spreading all over social media." He flickered his gaze away from you, attempting to contain himself. It wasn't even all that revealing, but for whatever reason only partial uniform felt risqué to him. "It can wait until you have finished changing, however..."

The statement caused you to look down, and your face filled with confusion. "It's just a shirt and pants?"

He cleared his throat, then exhaled for a long moment before returning his gaze to you. "I only meant to be polite, since I interrupted you."

"You are so weird." You leaned against the doorframe. "Anyways, what's the big deal with the video?"

He perked an eyebrow. "You don't know why I'm bringing this up at all?"

"Well I know someone filmed me dueling that demon but it's not a huge deal." You shrugged a little. "They couldn't get a single hit on me, if that's what you're worried about."

"No, I watched the video. I know they did not hurt you." He laid a hand on your shoulder. "Your skill was very impressive. Why hadn't you mentioned your experience to me sooner? I'd be much less concerned for your safety."

Still not at all understanding why he was making a fuss, you blinked. "I didn't think it was a huge deal. Plus it's not like I can carry around a sword all the time, that's silly."

"It is not silly." He huffed. "This whole time I've been concerned about demons attempting to eat you, while you had a self defense ability? I could have very well gotten Lord Diavolo to cooperate and allow you to carry a sword."

You blinked a few more times, then the realization hit you hard. "Oh."

He hummed, running his fingers down your jaw. "Besides that matter... I am very proud of you for standing your ground, despite that kind of behavior being a pain in my ass most of the time. You troublemaker." He cupped your cheek, and your face heated up. "While I... do attempt to keep my hands to myself as much as I can, I will admit it was... seductive to watch you perform so diligently." You watched him step closer, his cheeks slightly red. "Is this... okay?"

You giggled, then pulled him closer to yourself, before pressing your lips against his. The avatar of pride blushed, deepening the kiss and cupping the back of your head. You felt your face flush even more, biting at his bottom lip with the smallest bit of desperation. He complied to the gesture, opening his mouth for you and mewling quietly once your tongues touched.

This would have gone on for a while, but you heard a camera shutter snap. Both of you broke away from each other, then caught Asmodeus' figure escaping around the corner. "ASMODEUS."

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[peanutbutterjellytiime]

Socks

I saw a video on the internet some time ago. Most of my stories seem to start this way, lately. Referring to what I thought about other people thinking things, like a great big roundabout.

Anyway, in this video, someone asked for the stupidest thing you'd ever felt dysphoric about. That was some time ago, and I really didn't have a good answer back then. I was fairly happy in my body, and when I wasn't, I managed to ignore it. I've been ignoring it for most of my life. I've gotten good at it.

I have an answer now. The stupidest, most insignificant thing I've ever felt dysphoric about, that's ever made me experience this haunted twist deep in my stomach, is socks.

Socks. A reason to be sad that's as dumb as they come, I think. Even dumber, because I, in fact, asked for socks. Christmas was coming up and as always, I was at a loss for what to say when people asked me what I wanted. So one day, I realised I was lacking long socks, the kind that ends mid-calf that you can wear underneath boots. So that's what I said. "Mum, Dad, Auntie, I want some socks pls."

My brother, seeing what a splendid idea that was, joined in and asked for some, too. Without wanting to sound conceited, it was pretty good, especially since we didn't want to cause our family trouble with expensive presents but both of us knew they would have felt bad if they couldn't give their kids anything for Christmas.

Socks are a useful gift as well, boring enough that everyone knows where to find them, but very easy to spice up, if you want to: Just get some with a funny pattern on them. There's a real market for those, there's socks with bears, trees, ghosts, PAC-man, fish, sheep, smileys, the Mona Lisa, you name it.

And, y'know, I thought, I would also be happy with just plain sports socks, the normal ones. But if I got fancy ones, they'd fit with the rest of my chaotic wardrobe.

Except they didn't. I got 24 pairs of socks, one for each day of December until Christmas. My brother got the same amount. Maybe, if he hadn't wished for socks, too, it would've made me feel less worse.

Because on every day of December until Christmas, I opened a carefully, lovingly wrapped parcel, and every day, out fell a folded, lovely pair of socks.

Pink socks.

Glittery socks.

Purple socks.

Socks with hearts and flowers and cute kitty faces.

To make it short, the sort of socks that would make a seven year old girl squeal in delight.

And every day, I watched my brother open a carefully, lovingly wrapped package of socks. Socks with peace signs, donuts, astronauts. Geometric patterns, fish, just plain tennis socks.

And I kept thinking: did I go wrong somewhere? Didn't I wish for 'just socks'? Did I imply that I like pink? Glitter? Flowers? And every day, it made me feel more horrible than I've ever felt about having breasts. Or long hair. Maybe it was because it was just socks. Breasts or long hair, I could understand why those things were different from my brother. But socks? We all have feet, goddamnit! My parents could have bought me the exact same socks they got my brother.

But they didn't. Because he was a boy and I was... not.

Therefore, every day, a carefully folded pair of cute, fuzzy socks fell into my lap and I had to smile and say: "awww, look, little kitty faces! And hearts, how cute.", when I just wanted to throw those damn socks so far away, have everyone forget that I ever wished for them and go buy my own.

You know what's even stupider than feeling bad about socks?

Feeling bad for feeling bad about socks. Feeling like a horrible person, because, look how neatly they were wrapped. Each one with a little bow. I bet my parents spent quite some time and money getting them, wanting to show their love and care for me. And yet, here I am, wanting to throw a tantrum - about receiving presents I asked for? Here I am, throwing an (albeit internal) tantrum about them getting socks 'in the wrong colour'?

Like the stereotypical little spoiled girl out of one of these Hallmark movies, complaining because her parents didn't buy the right kind of doll?

Such a stupid reason. Such a stupid feeling.

And now, all I have left are twenty-four pairs of pink, glittery, fuzzy socks and the firm resolution that I won't wish for anything next year.

Oh, and a good answer to a random question on the internet.

#short story #pride month #tw dysphoria #cw dysphoria #nonbinary #socks #genderfluid #trans #christmas #presents #writing #LGBTQIA+ #you get to experience me having a mental breakdown about socks #long post

[ijumpedacrossforyou]

What a whirlwind of a week (last week). I went on vacation. I went out dancing. I got extremely drunk and told him I loved and missed him. Then I lost my phone. I received his responses on my watch. He "missed the living shit out of me." But then he realized I must've been drunk and didn't take me seriously. I was able to make a short response saying of course I meant it, but of course I wouldn't have sent it if I hadn't been drunk.

Upon receiving a new phone, I discovered I had no backup. I was devastated. Six years' worth of memories gone. Literally from the month I met him. More tragic irony. I was sad about losing a lot of my younger dog's entire life, half of my older dog's life, little light of my life. But him. Every last tangible piece of my time with him - conversations, screenshots, notes, the few photos I had of him and of us. All of it's gone. Also gone is the video evidence I have of the harassment I experienced from the mother of his children, of her stalking and breaking into my house. It may be in an email somewhere. I don't know yet. I haven't tried to look.

I continue to wonder how the bad things in my life all seem to play out oh-so-horribly perfect. Like said break-in. Him showing up when he did. Both of my doors being unlocked. Me deciding to lay down with him and falling asleep instead of getting ready for work. Losing my phone, drinking too much (I'm still not sure how). I fell into some water. My phone must not have been in my bag far enough, because it wouldn't have fallen out of it had. A friend had tried to stop me. At least wanted to take my bag first, but I went in before she could stop me. I was just trying to put my feet in.

It's been two weeks without that phone, a week since I realized everything was gone, and I'm actually feeling at peace. I went through my phone logs to get his number since I hadn't had it saved or memorized. I still don't. I'm debating on blocking it. I should. I did for a few minutes but panicked. I don't know why I'm still struggling. The worst is over, but it somehow doesn't feel it.

I told my therapist this all felt like a punishment in some way (maybe more divine intervention). Like the universe is shaking me and screaming at me, enough is enough. Stop. Just STOP already. Because he was right. He's caused too much damage. You'd think giving me an STD and lying about it would be the final straw. I randomly imagine him tenderly loving on her, and on the teenager, and it all makes me so fucking sick. A small part of me wonders if I'm wrong about everything, though. It's more than possible that the child is just some ridiculous coincidence. Chlamydia really is very common. It's just weird. And he told me he'd wanted to explain her in person. I couldn't think of a reason I needed one, but I think of him telling me, he was so drunk he couldn't stop her. Barely an acceptable reason, but I can see myself falling for it.

I need to block him. I need to cut off his access. I don't owe him any explanations. I feel in a way I owe it to myself, but what I really owe myself is maintaining this peace. Moving forward and becoming comfortable without any trace of him.

#heartbreak #honest writing #off my chest #relationship #relationship blog #breakup #breakup blog #relationships #heartbreak blog