#i saved this to my drafts last night and decided to actually post it just now after seeing blumineck's video

[calltainn]

Could a depressed person with no upper body strength do this?

(Yes!)

#practicing for my future career as a cat burglar #i've wanted to try climbing gym ropes since primary school #we were never allowed (and tbh i wonder how they were even allowed in schools they seemed like a tragedy waiting to happen) #i really don't have any upper body strength to speak of #just a lot of determination a past life as a monkey and on this day a desperate need for some good brain chemicals #the video is mostly me climbing down but that's when i'm smiling so #i saved this to my drafts last night and decided to actually post it just now after seeing blumineck's video #i guess that's what climbing a rope looks like when you have upper body strength 😳

[matrixbearer2024]

Enough With The Schemes!

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: Ngl I kinda had this in my drafts just because I didn't know how it'd ever fit into the story but I decided to fix it up and post it after @vespers-night-sky's fanart for the "Get Off My Screen" Series- the direct continuation and reader's death is in the works folks, I've just been trying to figure out the pacing ahsojskqjds- I am not gonna be a Hazbin Hotel episode jkjkjk Anyway, thank you thank you THANK YOU ALL for the support with the series and think of these little things as filler episodes before the big reveal. Anyways, as usual- happy reading and I hope you all enjoy! The series in it's entirety can be found on my blog under the #Get Off My Screen Series

You didn't know how much more of Vox's shenanigans you could take.

First it had been the wallpaper war-

Until now you couldn't stop his face from being a permanent fixture to your devices-

But it was fine, he could have that!

You lamented over not having [Favorite Fictional Character Name] in your backgrounds anymore but you know what it was fineeeee-

You honestly couldn't tell if having his glitchy grinning face was an upgrade or cringe central.

Then he figured out how to absolutely lag out your computer at some point.

You seriously wanted to punch his monitor head from frustration because of it.

Especially when he had the nerve to laugh at your irritation-

This asshole-!

Now, he was absolutely blowing up your phone and devices with memes or just anything under the sun.

Not that messing with the notification settings would help-

Because somehow he'd figured out how to completely bypass those too.

If this was why that Alastor guy and Vox had a tiff you could practically relate.

Your phone just continued to buzz and vibrate on the table next to you.

Not that you could be fucked with it at the moment trying to cram a paper your professor assigned last BLOODY MINUTE!

That was of course until the Vox desktop companion grabbed the cursor and just didn't let you have it back.

As much as you tried, the darn thing only emoted angrily and refused to give you back the damn arrow.

Your eye twitched as you tried to maintain your cool, only to get up from the desk and scream obscenities to no one in particular.

The day had been a particularly bad one and you really just couldn't deal with Vox's bullshit right now.

"Helloooooo! HELLOOOOOOO?! Earth to (Y/N)! Pick up your fucking phone!!!"

Oh for the love of god he better not have changed your ringtone too-

You rubbed your face in an attempt to calm down before finally checking your phone.

Honestly you expected it to be something really stupid, but seeing what his messages were about made you feel slightly guilty for ignoring him the whole day.

Vox grew used to the routine you both had, so it was no surprise that your sudden inactivity drove his anxiety up the walls.

Poor guy thought of all the worst possible cases that could've happened to you-

He'd greet you in the morning and you would always reply afterwards while eating breakfast.

Save for the times you'd gotten sick or just felt under the weather.

After all, you had classes in the morning and he had broadcasts to air.

You also hated being tardy, similar to how he saw punctuality as something extremely important.

The two of you would intermittently chat within the day and tell each other if you had work to do so you both could leave each other alone for a designated time.

Vox often didn't adhere to this, but he'd always keep his distractions to a minimum if you asked.

Actually neither did you, sometimes you'd be the one spam sending him anything you could think of just to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Then you would wish him a good night's rest and he would eventually reply back with a silly gif or emoji that bode you the same.

He just grew used to it, the familiarity of your companionship in his monotonous day to day.

So whenever something fell apart in the routine you both had, Vox couldn't help but worry that something happened to you.

Whether you'd gotten sick or just anything worse-

It didn't sit well with him when you didn't reply to his morning message like you often did.

Constantly checking his phone for any updates from you to find nothing.

Zilch, none, zero.

The worrying feeling only grew as time ticked onwards.

Even at your busiest you would still shoot him a memo saying that you were.

Which only made this radio silence-

Haha see what I did there-

Worse than it really was.

So what did Vox do?

Absolutely blow up your phone and devices trying to get your attention.

Only when he realized you were doing something on your laptop did he let the desktop companion he made for you interfere.

Not that he even really understood what he'd stuck his hands into.

"What the hell even happened to you today? You didn't even reply to any of my fucking messages! I thought something happened to you!"

"Well SORRY I couldn't reply to your terminally online ass. I was busy dealing with my shitty assignment workload."

The TV overlord quickly picked up that you weren't in a pleasant mood.

The way you typed was just a dead giveaway.

Glancing up at his schedule, Vox notified his secretary to cancel a few of his meetings before he replied to you.

"Anything I can help you with? I'm free for a good few hours."

You were taken aback by his offer, every time Vox would help you he didn't even bother asking.

He just straight up started editing whatever you were working on no matter what you said.

Who was this guy and what did he do with Vox-

"You aren't trying to bullshit me are you? Cuz I'm not in the mood."

"I can tell dollface, let me guess- your shitty professor again?"

You ended up ranting about the abruptly given assignment and just a bunch of other things that slowly ruined your day.

Vox just agreed with you here and there, shooting one word replies or emojis to show he was still listening.

All the while he made the desktop companion let go of your cursor and he looked over your work.

Wow your writing was still absolutely shit-

"So now I've gotta submit this fucking paper before midnight or I'll get a 40% deduction."

"Don't worry about it, we can finish this in an hour. Anything else?"

It was an economics paper you were struggling on and this was Vox you were talking to.

You shouldn't have been surprised that he already knew his way around the topic.

You glanced up from your phone and already saw him editing your essay.

Why didn't you just ask him for help sooner??

"I think I can handle the rest. Thanks anyway, mind if I put on some music while I write?"

"As long as I get to pick some of the songs."

"Deal."

It shouldn't have done anything really.

You shouldn't be having this funny feeling in your gut.

A fuzzy warmth that bloomed because Vox was so quick to drop everything and help you.

Even if it was just something minor like your paper.

Still, you couldn't help but smile as you put on some relaxing tunes and typed away alongside your favorite digital companion.

Just like that, you both melted back into the usual cycle of talking and working.

A casual harmony that you were more than happy to just live in for the moment.

BONUS:

Both you and Vox were just casually chatting by the time his secretary called him away for the scheduled broadcast.

Of course, you wished you could see what he was actually doing but stopped before you could say so.

Instead you just wished Vox well in the broadcast.

"Of course doll, and you know me! I'll be just fine."

Well, his broadcast was going fine-

Until his screen suddenly glitched and randomly played a tune from your playlist.

Had he forgotten to unlink himself from your devices?

It took a few seconds for Vox to compose himself but his show thankfully went on without another hitch.

You on the other hand?

You were just having a personal concert in your room to unwind while waiting for Vox to come back.

So it came as a surprise when the song you played randomly paused and made the Bluetooth disconnect sound.

You didn't connect it to anything-?

Though your questions were eventually answered when Vox blew up your phone again.

This time you couldn't help but laugh.

You were friends with a demonic overlord sure-

But it was hard to fear him when he was such a doofus.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox x reader #vox x you #Get Off My Screen Series

[yourstrulyrika]

i am actually going to explode. i had a half of fic already written when the tumblr app crashed and the draft didn’t save. :(

ada wong x fem!reader smut ♡

i’m rewriting this but just a small note, it’s my first time writing for wlw and writing for Ada in general, but i hope ya’ll will like it. here’s the promised ada wong smut for valentine’s ♡ no warnings, smut, dom!ada, nothing rough. i always state when i’m writing anything rough so no worries! it’s really just ada eating you out ♡

also! i’m doing a poll in my next post regarding my last post, as i mentioned. you can choose which dimitrescu girl you want to see me write for!!

synopsis: Ada surprises you on Valentine’s day with a gift ♡

Ada has seen the worst of the world. hell, she’s not a good person either. she’s somewhere in the middle, but you still love her. Ada doesn’t like bringing work into your personal life, but sometimes, it’s unavoidable. once in a time, she gets a random call in the middle of a cuddling session with a new mission for her.

and this happened a few days ago again. you don’t blame her, how could you? you love this woman. still, it does feel.. lonely. her touch, her sultry voice, you just miss it. she may not be the loud type of person, but you feel her all over you all the time. always around you, her scent on the pillows, your clothes since you two share a wardrobe. you really just miss her, but you have faith in her.

you’re patient. Valentine’s day is coming up, but you don’t prepare anything for it. first, you usually don’t celebrate days like this, and second why would you when your darling is absent? you decide to just go to sleep early, Valentine’s suck anyway. you force yourself to fall asleep, hoping the evening and night passes quickly.

that is, until you feel the familiar, rich cherry perfume right beside you. it stirs you awake a bit, but you think you’re hallucinating or really missing Ada, so you shift in your sleep, or at least, try to. before you manage to shift your position, you hear her silky, smoky voice,

“Missed me, darling?” she says it so gently, as if angel was speaking to you. well, in a way, she is an angel. for you. it manages to bring you to a half asleep state, but then, she places her hand under your chin, tilting your head, patiently waiting for you to wake up.

it instantly makes you wake up, opening your eyes to check if you’re dreaming or is your girlfriend really in front of you in the middle of the night. once you open your eyes, you see her smirking at you, before pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss. she missed you too, you can tell with the way she’s kissing you. locking your lips together, cupping your cheeks to keep you in place until both of you are out of your breath. a small string of saliva connects you two even when she pulls away, before she gently wipes the saliva off from your lips, cocking her head to the side.

“I wouldn’t leave my girl alone on Valentine’s.” she whispers against your lips, chuckling at your sleepy state. adorable you are, she thinks. she pulls away just enough to stare at your pretty face, making sure you’re looking at her.

“Got something for you,” she motions to the elegant gift bag. she made sure that even the gift bag was fitting. it’s dark in the room, but you can make out the most of the gift bag when you squint your eyes. you don’t get to look at it for long before she gives it for you to open it, turning on the light at the same time.

when you open it, you find a lingerie set. not just any lingerie though— it’s Valentine themed.

a white lingerie set that is covered in little hearts all over the lacy part of the bra, with your name embroidered on the right breast, and her name on the left. the lacy is also scattered with hearts, garter straps and thigh-high stockings, all lacy. she definitely got it custom made just for you.

“So, what do you think?” she asks you with full confidence, leaning back to see your reaction. she’s satisfied with herself, because your reaction truly is adorable. with a smirk, she moves closer again, cupping your cheek,

“Think you can wear it for me, princess?” she asks you in a deep, husky voice, hoping you agree. the moment you get out of bed to put it on, she guides you to the mirror, already right behind you, helping you put it on. brushing her hand here and there, making sure everything is matching perfectly to your body. once satisfied, she reaches out to cup your breasts covered by the lingerie, putting her head on your shoulder, gently squeezing your breasts.

“Knew it will fit you. So pretty for me.” her hands are moving all over your body, brushing her nails over your clothed nipples teasingly, kneading your breasts, admiring just how well the lingerie fits you. she finds it so fucking hot, the way the lacy fabric looks on your skin. she’s reading your reactions, noting the little squirms and twitches. oh, how much she loves you.

she decides to go further, kneeling in front of you, possessively holding your thigh. she pulls out her phone, looking up at you, gently patting your thigh so you look at her.

“Can I take a photo, princess? You just look so heavenly, can’t get enough.” she makes sure you’re comfortable, always. she would never put you into a situation where you’re uncomfortable. when you agree though, she takes a photo of her gripping your thigh in front of the mirror, lips brushing against your thigh and covering your skin with lipstick marks all over. you’re in for a session, definitely.

she definitely likes the lingerie a biiiit too much. but how can she not when her girlfriend looks so fucking hot in it? makes her mind go crazy with love and lust mixed into one.

she guides you to bed, sitting between your legs, parting them to pepper your inner thighs with her lips and bite marks. after a while, she takes another photo of your thighs full of her marks. Ada is not that possessive, but it riles her up when she marks you up like this.

she can’t handle it anymore. she cups your pretty, clothed pussy, staring at it as if it was the most beautiful thing in the world. she rubs her long fingers over your slit, getting a moan out of you. her lips curl into a smile as she keeps up the teasing rubbing, before pushing the fabric aside for a bit so she can lap at your creamy pussy.

she shoves her head, latching onto your clit, circling her tongue around your pretty, throbbing clit lazily, eliciting a small whimper out of your puffy lips. she almost purrs as she feels your legs twitching around her, your movements only encouraging her to go further.

“Missed this so much.” she whispers against your skin, voice muffled by your thighs. she looks up at you with a hazy look, before pushing your hips closer to her face, wrapping her arm around your thigh. she keeps lapping at your cunt, savoring the taste and ghosting her fingers over your pretty clit as she slides her tongue in and out of your hole. she feels your walls flutter around her tongue— she can tell you’re close, which is why she speeds up her movements, circling your clit with her fingers.

you swear you’re starting to see stars. Ada’s tongue feels so good— she always knows how to touch you and devour you whole. it’s like she’s all around you, enveloping you in her embrace. you can’t help but arch your back, pushing your hips further into her mouth, making her chuckle against your sensitive bundle of nerves, sending vibrations to your core.

“That’s it pretty girl, just cum for me, don’t think about anything else.” she whispers, blowing a gentle kiss to your clit before wrapping her lips around it, sliding her fingers in your hole instead before curling them, rubbing just the right spot. she keeps hitting it repeatedly until you cum all over her face, which she happily accepts and swallows it all. she can’t help herself, she pulls out her phone again just to take photo of your messy state with her head on your thigh. your legs are covered in love bites and lip marks, pussy all puffy and still sensitive from just cumming. to her, the sight is so damn beautiful.

“My new wallpaper, huh?” she teases as she looks at the photo before turning it off and patting your thigh and guiding you to lie down. she can see you’re sleepy, so she won’t do anything else now.

“Happy Valentine’s day, darling.” she whispers as you slowly drift off, pressing a kiss to your head. she reaches out to clean you and herself up before lying down beside you, wrapping her arm around you, spooning you from behind.

she’s definitely gonna look at the photos once she’s out on a mission again. you just look to pretty like this.

#ada wong smut #ada wong x reader #ada wong #ada wong x you #ada wong x female reader #resident evil smut

[tokyorevismylife]

Ladies Man- Pt.1

a ran x reader series

trigger warnings: a little cussing, reader is female

A/N:  I’ve decided to post more often, so here is a Ran dump I had saved in my drafts, because I love him so much.

Ran Haitani was the epitome of a ladies man. The very definition of one. His appearance and his charming personality was enough to with anyone over. Tall, well built but slim, with long hair tied up into braids, a pretty face and most of all, his calculating violet eyes that managed to capture the hearts of any girl he set his sights on. And he just was so seemingly effortless and graceful in all that he did. He was suave, charismatic, the list goes on. Not to mention, being able to take charge over the Roppongi district at such a young age and being apart of multiple gangs did wonders for the bad boy persona that so many females seem to like. Long story short, these advantageous traits made him extremely attractive. That’s why Ran Haitani, has always lived the good life when it came to dating. With one luck, he can wrap a girl around his finger. Who wouldn’t use this skill to their advantage?

This is precisely the reason when his younger brother Rindou didn’t even bat an eye when yet another one of his girlfriends came over to his house to disrupt the minimal peace he had. Living with such a popular brother like Ran isn’t easy. Naturally, with talents like these, a little bit of bragging is clearly understandable, right? So, obviously, Ran showed them off at every given moment. At last, what seemed like centuries later, the girl left looking utterly pleased that she was able to spend some time with a guy that seems like he came out of some fantasy shoujo manga. 

After she left, Ran plopped on the living room couch looking bored and displeased. “What’s up with you?” Rindou inquired. “Shouldn’t your dumbass be smirking in my face telling me about how many girls you manage to pull?

 “Aw come now, I understand you’re jealous but that’s no reason to insult your phenomenal elder brother, now is it?” Ran retorted. 

Rindou merely rolled his eyes, however his exasperation quickly faded when he saw that the look on Ran’s face returned to displeasure. “Dude, what the hell is wrong with you? How can you look dissatisfied after hooking up with a girl?” Rindou asked his brother.

“I wish I could be as simple minded as you, Rindou.” The elder Haitani melodramatically sighed. “You see, when you’re as attractive as I am, you can get anyone to like you. And that’s exactly my problem. I get all these girls to like me, and majority of them are smoking too. But they’re all the same, just trying to get in my pants because they think I’m some hot bad boy gangster, which I mean, I am....but I think I just want someone to like me for me.”

Rindou blinked. “Bro... are you on crack?”, was the only thing the younger Haitani was able to spew out after hearing Ran’s rather surprising monologue. “I never thought I would see the day where Ran Haitani would be tired of hooking up and actually want to commit to a relationship.” Ran didn’t say anything but glared at his brother. Rindou, if he wanted to, could also be a complete asshole. “Well, Ran, you’ll find someone someday. But, there is no point in moping around. If you want a committed relationship with someone, get off your ass, find someone you like, and use your charms. And quit hooking up with girls who only want you for shallow reasons if it bothers you that much.”

Ran stiffened at being called out but grudgingly accepted that his brother was right. Rindou has always been the wiser one among the two. He simply tilted his head back against the couch and hoped that someone would come along soon...

“CRAP!!!” I’m gonna be late!!” You leapt out of your bed, when you realized that school would start in 20 mins. You had spent majority of the night before cramming for an extremely important test of yours, which lead to you oversleeping due to your exhaustion. Within a matter of minutes, you somehow managed to shove some sort of food in your mouth, sort your appearance out and pack your bags before bolting out the door. 

“I think I may just have set a world record for fastest time to get ready”, you said as you were jogging at a quick pace. You pulled out your phone and checked the time. “Oh god, I’m gonna have to speed things up a notch if I want a hope of making it.” You swiftly quickened your pace. Upon focusing on being able to maintain a steady pace, you weren’t paying attention too much, which caused you to full on collide with an extremely tall person, which caused them to spill their drink they were holding, on their clothes. 

You straightened yourself out before looking up at the stranger. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!! I was in a rush because I didn’t want to be late for class and I wasn’t paying attention.” You looked at the guy, who had shrewd, calculating eyes and stared at you. “Um, I’ll probably be late, but I can buy you a drink to compensate?” You got a better look at the man, and despite being soiled with his drink, he was extremely handsome, with long braids accentuating his pretty face. And..silent. He was starting to freak you out. 

Meanwhile, in Ran Haitani’s mind, he didn’t know how to speak. He couldn’t gather his voice. What the hell is happening? He thought to himself. He was basically a professional flirt, so why was he struggling so much to recollect himself? He looked at the stranger before him. She was tinier than him, and stared at him apprehensively, and not to mention, she was incredibly cute. Beautiful. But not like anyone he was used to dealing with. He was used to dealing with girls with top-tier designer clothes, heavy makeup, and professionally done hair, and well... she was the opposite. She had a basic school uniform thrown on, which was disheveled, and a couple crumbs of food on her cheeks. And, she spilled a hot drink on him. So, how did Ran Haitani manage to fall so hard? 

“Hello, dude...are you good?? Yes or no to that offer? I’d really appreciate an answer fast. I need to go to school.” You asked him, nearing the end of your patience. He snapped out of his reverie that you placed him in. “Hm..I dunno...I, Ran Haitani might need something more...” And at that, he internally cringed. Where had his eloquence gone? I, Ran Haitani?? Who says that in this day and age?? So, therefore, Ran wasn’t surprised when you looked at him funny. “Well, pretty...how about a date with me, hm? I think that’s payment enough. And, I promise it’ll be fun.” That should do it, Ran thought. Most girls would swoon if they could spend one NANOSECOND with me. And, your disgusted face made his heart drop, and he felt nervous. This was the first time he was so desperate for a girl to say yes. He wondered how someone like you managed to have so much power over him. How did you make him, of all people become a simp?

“Um...no thank you. I’m not really into the arrogant pretty-boy asshole type. But look! Those girls are!” You exclaimed, pointing to a small group of screeching girls staring at Ran. You pushed past him, as he stood dumbfounded. But, you quickly turned back and pushed a wad of crumpled bills into his unsuspecting hand. 

“For the drink. Sorry for the disturbance, Ran Haitani.” And with that, you managed to make Ran Haitani come to a standstill. All he could do is stare at your distant figure, that retreated quickly.

#ran #ran x reader #ran x reader fluff #ran x reader angst #ran haitani #ran haitani x reader #haitani ran #haitani ran x reader #ran x you #ran haitani x you #ran haitani fluff #ran x y/n #ran haitani x y/n #haitani ran x you #haitani ran x y/n #tr #tr x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo rev x y/n #tr x you #tr x y/n

[leclerced]

https://www.tumblr.com/leclerced/745220654172864512/httpswwwtiktokcomtzprt2cxdt-this-has-acc

obviously when it all starts, you do start to cling to them a bit more right? Because all these murders happening around is enough to freak a sane person out, especially when it’s classmates, and people you see every day at college you know? and sure there are little things that tip you off, but you don’t want to see them, so you don’t really notice them. how they don’t want you driving around after dark can just be seen as them trying to protect you because there’s a scary murderer around! they’d love the fact that it makes you a little jumpy, and you become so much more attached to them, and they do also have to admit that your fear is hot as hell. They like being your big strong protectors you know?

And realistically. You are probably the safest girl on campus right now, and just because they are a little murder happy doesn’t mean they don’t love you, though it is odd that every time you tell them something that someone did to upset you, that person ends up dead.

-

🩰

ok sorry … this was actually saved in my drafts … so it was my fault this time not tumblrs. i hit save not post. but i found it !!!

the first murder happens after the three of you go to a party, at some point you get separated from them. you went to pee while they were playing beer pong and somehow get distracted, bump into some friends after peeing and forget to make your way back to your boyfriends. twenty minutes pass and you suddenly remember promising to return to them, so you do. only they aren’t at the pong table anymore. you check your phone for texts, assuming they went looking for you and may have texted or called, but there’s nothing.

you spend an hour searching the house party for them, texting and calling both before you give up and decide to go home. you text the group chat, and both of them privately, and hit the “notify anyways” button that tells you their phones are both on do not disturb. the walk is short and uneventful, but because you’re alone and it’s dark, you’re a bit scared until you get home. you go to bed and try not to be annoyed that you were ditched. there’s got to be a worthy explanation.

when you wake up hours later to your boyfriends crawling into bed, you’re angry. mostly, from being woken. “excuse me. what time is it?” you lift your wrist and check the time on your smart watch, not even allowing them enough time to check and answer. “it’s four am. where have you been?”

max grunts, “we fell asleep upstairs.” your brows furrow in confusion but before you can ask why they went upstairs, he adds, “fooled around.”

you gasp, “seriously? without me?” it’s a bit rude to be honest. to go upstairs at a party and not take you with.

charles presses his face into your chest, “m sorry, pet, i thought i texted you. make it up in the morning? too tired now.” you glare at max as he cuddles up next to you too, but let them smother you despite the annoyance.

you have a nice morning, they wake you up after letting you sleep in later than usual and clean the apartment up. they debate making breakfast to surprise you, but charles points out their lie from the night before, and how he promised they’d make make up for fooling around without you. so you’re woken with sex and then breakfast, in that order, so it won’t get cold. then you take a nice bath and finally pick up your phone to check it, screen any socials you may have posted on the night before.

instead of seeing photos and videos from the night before on your feed, it’s full of news stories about a student being found dead. it takes two scrolls of your thumb to find out who. eric from your physics class. the guy who sits behind you and incessantly bothers you with his attempts at flirting. the last time you saw him outside of class was a few weeks ago, when he tried to force himself on you at a party. he was kicked out by the frat brothers, one of them caught him trying to corner you on the way to fetch a drink and he was kicked out. you hadn’t told anyone about it, just forced yourself to forget about the situation. you feel guilty for thinking he deserved it.

you find out a few hours later what happened. or at least, what your friends know from the rumor mill. he was at the same party you were, and he left around midnight, then his roommate found him murdered when he came home. it never crosses your mind that charles or max, or both, could be behind it; they went upstairs around two in the morning and came home at four. two of your friends even joked about seeing them go upstairs only to see you coming down minutes before, saying they thought you may have been fighting since you weren’t with them.

you think it had to be related to something he did, you’re convinced it’s a one off. the first murder doesn’t shake you too much, but your boyfriends insist on walking you to and from every class, taking you anywhere you need to go. they make a schedule that works around their own to create a buddy system so you’re never alone. when neither are in class, they’d just wait around for you to need to go somewhere so they could escort you. you think it’s silly until the second person dies. an ex boyfriend who was really shitty to you. your first thought is it was probably a drug deal gone bad until you find out he was stabbed just like eric. that one shakes you.

you excuse it though, and list all the people that also knew both of them. your ex was in the same friend group before he was ousted for treating you like shit, and a few of your friends have had classes with eric. one shared a dorm with him freshman year.

the third one is a girl you met once in the library. she spilled coffee on your laptop and refused to replace it. that doesn’t mean you knew her. it’s not another person connected to you. you tell yourself there’s no reason to freak out. but you really fucking like the buddy system.

#ask #🩰 anon #ghostface lestappen

[wings-of-ink]

First Devlog?

Hello everyone...boy, there are a lot of you already, still trying to digest that...

So, I gather that I should do these logs on occasion. I do not know how often, perhaps just when I have a few things to say. I will try not to ramble too much, but my fingies like to talk.

Anyway, I am working on chapter 3 right now. There’s some fun moments so far in it that I hope you’ll like, and we’ll get to meet Zahn, Duri'naan, and then Rundis. I’m trying not to rush because there are some exciting scenes that I’m eager to get to. I’ve outlined them to tide myself over until I get that far. There’s some quiet moments you’ll get to have as well, and right now I feel like that’s what I’m struggling with. Those areas of my story are like bridges to the next, more exciting, parts and sometimes I feel like they fall a little flat. But, I’m trying to keep in mind this is my first draft. I’ll go through it another time or two to perk things up. Those moments are still important for letting the MC get to know each RO.

My mind has been in a million directions lately too, and I’ve had a lot of ‘duh’ moments. I’ve done so much world building since I started this last year (around August/September I think), that I have pockets of important details that I kinda just forgot! So, I plan to re-read all the notes I’ve made and try to also put them into one place. I have some in my phone, in a notebook, and in no less than three folders on my laptop. It’s a wonder I have survived this many years…

What you can expect for coming updates…

-A couple fixes, of course – thank you to those who found some of those pesky buggy bois for me.

-A nicer front page, instead of being slapped with my ramblings, I’d like to actually have a nice start page. I’ll figure it out eventually, lol.

-I’ll be adding a name bank to the MC’s Nameday scene that will also show you what each name means, so if that is important to you, it’ll save you the internet search. If it tickles your fancy, the name selection will correspond in some way to the marks (names meaning "night" or "storm," etc.) so you can theme your MC a bit.

-Extra coding in case you decide to shorten MC’s given name to just “Ravi.” I did not once consider that anyone would do this, and my first play-tester – my own spouse – did….He told me about it since it made some dialog with Oswin make zero sense, and then I published the story without fixing it because I completely forgot about it.

-Different contrast color for dark mode links. I feel like I have drastically improved this with a new gold color. In retrospect, I don’t know why I didn’t use the gold before. I love it as an accent, I use it all over! The blue never felt 100% right, but my brain shut down after thinking about it too long. Here’s a sample and a (M) Zahn tease:

When can you expect an update?

I’d like to make my next update during the Amare Games Festival, ideally containing both chapters 3 and 4 since they go pretty tightly together. This will also insure that you meet the rest of the posse. It’s a tall order for both chapters to be submitted on time, and I don’t want to rush them either, but I’m going to try really really hard, lol. I will focus first on polishing chapter 3, so that no matter what, I can at least get it out in time.

Here’s a link to the post about it:

And this is the submission time frame: open from March 31st 2024 at 11:00 PM to May 1st 2024 at 12:00 AM

As a side message, should you want to read on…

I also wanted to give you all a big, like really big, heartfelt thank you. I have received so many kind messages and comments that I just can’t believe it. I am so happy (and honestly, genuinely shocked) that you’re enjoying my IF, and I’m motivated to work hard so you also enjoy each new chapter of your journey. There’s so many secrets I want to share with you about the world, and I am struggling to be patient myself, lol.

I am not usually a very open or social person, and I was scared for a long time to share anything I wrote. I reached a point in my personal life in the last few years where I just needed to embrace what I loved to do and share it with a community that shares in that love. I encourage you to do the same whether there is a story in your heart, music on your lips, or a paintbrush in your hands. Life is NOT about your 8-5. We may not be able to survive without it, but whatever moment you can, do what you actually love. Put away the those things that don’t matter, the things that stress you - including people, and make time for who you are.

Thank you all and take care!

~Lunan

#if wip #twine if #twine wip #interactive novel #god cursed if #if game #interactive fiction #gc if devlog #amare game #amare

[lxmiko]

stumbling confessions with mysta rias . . .

— ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ—

okay so i might’ve accidentally posted my draft instead of saving it and then consequently couldn’t turn it back into a draft so here’s a screenshot of the request :D, also @liykaii (just so you see this too !!) sorry for the confusion if anyone saw me post that ^^;;

also, i wrote this more shy and awkward!mysta instead of tsundere!mysta, cause i personally don’t see him as such ;; hope that’s okay !

character(s): mysta rias

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mysta likes you so, so much.

but he hates how much it makes him a klutz around you. he hates the tremor in his voice and the way his hands shake when he sees you, that he’s always at a loss of words, and that he’s so awkward and shy, and it’s so infuriating —

— but he likes you so, so much.

and he wants to tell you so, so badly.

it’s at your planned hangout (though mysta calls it a date in his head) that he decides it’s time as he stands in front of the corner bakery (that sells mysta’s favorite chocolate cake, as much as he’s allergic to it).

he shifts his weight from side to side, too focused on hiding the quivering of his hands behind his back to notice the strangers sending him concerned looks as they pass.

he’s so goddamn nervous, and everytime he looks left and right, he can’t tell if he’s going to be afraid or excited to see you pop from around a corner with that pretty smile of yours.

but he’s ready, he thinks, and he might as well have had a speech prepared with how long he stayed up last night worrying, but every thought flies out of his head the moment he spots you walking down the sidewalk, scanning the area for him.

the way your eyes light up when they meet his makes his heart stutter, and he can feel the sunshine radiating from you as you make your way toward him.

“mysta — ” you start, but in a hurry, he interrupts you.

“ — i have something to tell you.”

he notes the way your eyes grow wide before your gaze softens, and you, after his little nod of permission, gently grasp his hands in yours. you murmur, “well?”

this is it, he tries with a jumbled mind to convince himself. just say it.

mysta parts his lips to speak, mind filled with too many words and none of them coming out as you laugh softly at him. “you don’t have to tell me now, you know?” you swing your intertwined hands between the two of you a little. “whatever it is you wanted to say.”

he shakes his head fervently, “n — no, i want to say it…” his voice quiets down to a whisper as he continues, but you still are close enough to hear his mutters anyway.

“go on,” you encourage him patiently, but alas, he tells himself, i’m not ready. he scolds himself. of course he isn’t with the way his hands shake in yours and can’t get even a single word out.

“i — ” he begins, but he never finishes, “ —nevermind,” his form slumps as he releases the breath he didn’t know he was holding. you smile at him anyway when he leans his head onto your shoulder and run a hand through the grey-brown strands. “sorry,” the apology is muffled into your skin as he sighs, but you continue your ministrations without pause.

you whisper loud enough so he can hear, and you feel his body relaxing with every word. “that’s okay,” he hums when your nails graze lightly against his scalp. “take as long as you need.”

mysta is someone of many words (whether they made sense when he babbled them or not), but today, he isn’t. he needs time, and you didn’t mind.

you’ll wait for him forever, through thick and thin and anything the two of you might encounter;

through every last one of his stumbling confessions, you’ll wait and like him back just as much as you did from the first.

and you know he’d do the same for you.

— ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ—

the amount of brain power it took to write this is actually insane, i think my brain needs a break after this one ;; but i managed to post it earlier this week since @mimi-mystake (my beta reader) proofread for me hehe ^^ thank you very much mimi muah <33

#luxiem x reader #luxiem #nijien #nijisanji #nijisanji en #mysta rias x reader #mysta rias

[ashadowcalledkei]

So ... QSMP Purgatory huh ...

I had too many thoughts last night to fit in the tags of other people's posts, so I just chucked it all into a draft and polished it up today. Who knows how it'll go from here, everything could change in an instant, but as it stood at the end of yesterday, well ...

It was interesting, because the challenge they were given can be overcome in a way that doesn't follow the eye's wishes. 'Can', being the key word. They've clearly been set up to turn on each other with intent to break the bonds that made them strong. Especially with couples and close friends being split apart like that. They've made it hard for teams to cooperate. However, compromises, workarounds, and cooperation could ensure that the chance of ultimate failure and losing the eggs is minimized. Sharing information, making unified plans, trying to find the cursed team, or find the exit, or find the eggs.

The team I thought most likely to think that way and try new things to get around the system was team red. After all, they did think outside the box with how to get resources and overcome their built in limitations. Why not take that further and think their way out of the situation as a whole? But being hunted for sport while your competition mostly leaves each other alone doesn't exactly allow for that kind of lateral thinking.

So they broke. Understandable.

It was actually so demoralizing watching that happen before it spiraled so far that it twisted around on itself and became utterly hilarious instead. Screaming and singing and dancing around the death pit and the ashes of their own bodies? Fascinating. The surprise lore drops around the 'house' which is only a floor? Fantastic. Funny and oddly touching as they started spilling secrets, no judgements just shocked laughs and a numbed acceptance, to each other in the ruin of what they once tried to build. They 1000% deserve to just go crazy. Do it kings, build that village, become npcs.

(Quick side-bar ... guys, don't you find it odd that our three confirmed avians, Baghera, Jaiden, and Phil, are all on this one team? And two of the three 'odd' tickets, with the only other one being Q himself? It's just strange, it seems significant in a way I can't put my finger on.)

But also. The admin team has done a great job placing clues that all point to blue being the cursed team which Must Not Lose. Great job there, it's a fun little puzzle and just because it looks like people have solved it already doesn't take away from that. We might even be wrong about it, but I hope not, because a good puzzle should be solvable. So ... it's probably team blue. And with certain members of team blue going murder mode and terrorizing team red till they shattered, giving up on points or standings or winning ... that potentially locks it in for them for the rest of the event.

If team red isn't playing by those rules anymore they aren't a threat. And team blue only needs to not be last for the eggs to be saved. Right? Well, done deal. Blue and green can go at it for clout unbothered by red and the threat of true failure. The event might has well have been 1 day. The rest of these two weeks won't matter beyond the lingering effects of personal actions if we truly are going with this format being the majority of the event (and if red truly has been beaten into a pulp).

And honestly ... I'm glad. I'm glad they locked it in. I'm glad team red was so crushed and demoralized that they broke down into madness. Because this is more fun.

Now it's possible that after some sleep red will decide to actually try again .... out-skilled and out-gunned with half their team perma-mia ... or that they'll end up getting member shifted over to make them an actual threat ... but I hope not!

I watch this roleplay server for the stories and drama and comedy. And for the truly beautiful way it has woven together people from different countries and cultures into a close knit group of friends. For the bond forged through joy and terror and loss that made some of these strangers into family. I don't want two whole weeks of sweaty pvp and grinding! Sounds boring. (To say nothing of the jarring tone shift and how it'll change character dynamics after as the memories and guilt and knowledge of how quickly and brutally some of them turned on each other linger.) But you'd best believe I'll tune in to see what these already traumatized people who cracked to pieces do next!

So don't re-balance it admins. Let it ride and let team red do whatever the fuck they want. They earned it. They put in their time being tryhards and it didn't work so fuck it all let's just have fun. Let's go npc madness village! Or whatever new chaos comes next, I'm sure they'll come up with something sufficiently scuffed. Few things are as intriguing and mildly-terrifying as Charlie Slimecicle with 'a plan'.

Go team blue to win the event. Go team red to keep the server fun.

And just as a quick addition ... Charlie summed it all up best. "We were put here to tear each other and ourselves apart ... " "When you guys finally come to your senses ... maybe it'll take a day, maybe it'll take two, but it won't take two weeks. And when you realize what this place is taking from you, you come find us."

#qsmp #ramblings about qsmp Purgatory event #this event's a fascinating look into how jarring change to the system made so many of them give up what makes them truly strong in a second #and you know ... breaking and giving in to madness might actually be better in the end (at least for us viewers) #quick edit bc I was rewatching from Charlie's pov and had mis-remembered where the lore drop happened #also had to add in that quote. wow man. he has a way with words when he wants to

[sugar-and-pearls]

Coraline Story

Hello! Happy Halloween!! In celebrations of this most spooky and hallowed of days I decided to give you Dearie-Ohs another preview on one of my stories.

Once again, thank you to everyone who participated in the poll. I still find it fascinating to see which of my stories people were more interested in hearing about. If you wish, please send a message about which one you picked and why, I would love to see them!

After Howl's Moving Castle, Coraline shared second place with Spirited Away so those two are the next to get a preview for. With that out of the way, lets get to the beating heart of story.

Like with my Howl's moving Castle story, this is going to take the main structure and story from the movie while adding things from the book. Out of all my WIPS (both on the poll and the ones I didn't include) this has got to be my most put together story so far, as I've already gotten to the stage where I'm writing actual chapters for it (the first chapter is near finished. Hopefully I can post it soon.)

I first started this story about, two-ish years ago. Back then I had planned to write the story within six weeks and post it in the beginning of spring. Course then I got burned out and couldn't write for a year so now I'm just taking it slow and doing a near rewrite. I did managed to post the first chapter of the original write so if anyone is interested in reading that, you should be able to if you search in the "Hedone writes" tag.

Now, on to the story

After in anonymous tip is sent in to the BPRD Merope volunteers to investigate a place called the Pink Palace, having previous history and old ghosts hidden in its walls. Unaware of its new occupants - in particular, of the new child living there. Merope is sucked into the story of Coraline,though not alone as she is accompanied by Klarion the Witch Boy.

Thus getting involved in the with the main story. I have a few scenes already planned out. My favourites so far has been:

Merope and Klarion going to the local minor fae court to investigate. For this scene I'm drawing most of my inspiration from Holly BI'm also using this as a way to explore Merope's past before she joined the Addams.lack's fae writing - mainly from her book The Darkest Part Of The Forest.

In the original book there is a scene where Coraline has a picnic with the Ghost children after freeing them. It was somewhat cut in the movie so I decided to add that in here with a few small changes.

Merope going through the door and saving the Other Wybie. This last scene I think is what actually inspired me to write this story. I remember watching this movie and wishing

It's a scary scene that has me on the edge of my seat while writing it.

I also want to use this as a way to explore Merope's past before she joined the Addams.

Like I said above, I have changed somethings since my original draft. To start, I plan on showing off my more world building/ crossover skills in this story. To make a list of fandoms I've added to this fic we have;

DC

Hellboy comics

Sandman

Ancient Magus Bride

There are more but these are the main ones so far. I plan on Morpheus being a somewhat minor character and Klarion to be a main supporting character in this.

In this story I plan on Morpheus being the love interest here.

This is one of my more horror based stories. Coraline was one of the first things that really scared me in my childhood and I wanted to bring that fear with me in this story. As such I plan on it being just as dark as it was in the book.

With all that said, if anyone has any questions or just wants to talk about this story please just ask as my letter box is always open.

With that in mind, have a lovely day or night my Dearie-Ohs

#Merope Constantine Addams #Coraline #Coraline film #Coraline book #platonic f/o #queerplatonic f/o #coraline jones #klarion bleak the witch boy #klarion bleak #Dream of the Endless/ Morpheus #self shipping community #self insert community #self shipping #self insert x canon #self ship community #selfship #selfship community #self ship #self shipper #fo community #f/o community #canon x si #si x canon #oc x canon #writing #writers #fanfic writer #wip #hedone talks

[serenanymph]

Hey everyone! I'm Serena - you can call me Ser - and my pronouns are she/her. This is the writeblr for @murderousewpecspredator! I'll mostly be reblogging writing resources, advice, inspiration etc. here. I'll also be posting my original fics and art, plus updates and snippets (and occasional screaming) as I work on my wips, so be on the lookout for that!

My works tend to include:

➼ high fantasy (occasionally dabbling in urban fantasy, dystopia or sci-fi) ➼ traumatized teenagers forming found families ➼ characters all flavors of queer + male-female friendships and queerplatonic relationships!! ➼ sad backstories ➼ hurt/comfort. SO much hurt/comfort. but also eventual happy endings where the characters get to live peacefully :) ➼ at least one character who is stubbornly kind in the face of a cruel world ➼ and hope!!! I love hope

Find me on: ao3 | wattpad

I'm looking for more writing mutuals so feel free to reply if you share similar writing genres/interests, and I'll give you a follow!

(works under cut)

WIPS

𝐵𝐸𝒜𝒮𝒯

In a world where monsters live in the woods - creatures with the ability to shift forms and wield magic - humans and Beasts have been fighting for centuries. One summer morning, Crys Averwell finds a crow-boy in the forest who has had his wings brutally hacked off.

Unfortunately, saving him from bleeding out is the easy part - because hiding the existence of a Beast from Crys's village, and finding a way for said Beast to get home?

That's going to be another story entirely.

𝒪𝓇,

My current wip!! High fantasy series with found families, banter™ and protags who aren't the heroes or the chosen ones but are just really, really unlucky. Also contains,

large casts

the Sarcastic Withdrawn one + the Ray of Sunshine Extroverted one

a Journey

undead creatures

cool magic with runes and potions and spells and Artifacts

Forests. and Mountains. and More Forests

discrimination, eventual rebellion, blowing stuff up

Sad Times

𝐵𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓈

➢ Crow Wings (2nd draft complete, 3rd draft to be started somewhere in July or August) ➢ Witch's Book (1st draft in progress) ➢ Untitled book 3, 4 and possible 5

series/book 1 intro, book 2 intro

taglist (lmk if you want to be +/-): @deer-in-headlights-stare, @allianaavelinjackson, @arctic-oceans, @space-writes, @reneesbooks

𝒞𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓊𝓅𝓉𝑒𝒹

It's the start of a new school year, and Sakoto Misami's brother has disappeared. Another runaway, people whisper - but Sami knows her brother isn't like that, knows that Irumi would never abandon them.

So when police fail to track him down, she decides to investigate on her own. And the things she finds begin to make her wonder - had she never known her brother after all?

Her questions are promptly answered when, that Friday night, on a deserted train platform, the lights flicker, and something inhuman comes out of the tunnel. Straight for her.

Enter the Swords.

𝒪𝓇,

The half-defined urban fantasy wip I take out to blow dust off of occasionally, because I cannot juggle for the life of me. I do write snippets sometimes though, and I'll properly get into it sometime in the future. Includes,

Cool Swords

spirit companions

a Weird Magic System involving Threads and Needles and Weaving and Fabric. I swear it makes sense I just haven't figured it out yet

subways!!! alleyways!!! parkours and night views and leaping from rooftop to rooftop!!!

traumatized teens, again, and found family, again. But also actual family

qprs!!! heck yeah I love qprs

Yeah that's pretty much it. I have a handful of other ideas I may mention once in a blue moon, but they're sitting on the backburner for now since I'm only able to focus on one project at a time. I also dabble in fanfic, and might occasionally post a short story or a poem, but that's all gotten to be pretty rare.

I'll make proper pages in a while, but until then feel free to poke around in the main tags! The gen tags are #beast and #corrupted, while official tags are #wip: beast and #wip: corrupted (though the last one is largely empty).

See you around!

-Ser

#pinned #my posts #intro #writeblr #writing #oh wow this sure got long #whoops #beast #corrupted #wip: beast #wip: corrupted

[nrc-broadcasting]

A Deal Sealed In Gold

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There has seem to be an issue(well, actually, just my dumba/ss); I answered this ask and instead of saving it to drafts, I posted it. I, for some reason, couldn’t post it privately or even do anything to it other than delete or edit it. So yeah, have a picture for a substitute.

A yawn erupted from Yuu’s mouth, minuscule amounts of morning dew still in their eyes.

They traced circles on their bedsheets, trying to grasp their consciousness before getting up.

Finally getting their bearings, the rose and stretched their arms out above their head.

After nudging Grim a few times to get him to wake up, they started making breakfast; it wasn’t much, since Ace and Deuce didn’t spend the night so their the only person eating, Grim only eats 2 tuna cans for breakfast these days.

“Grim~ time to get up,” Yuu said, clapping their hands loudly to try and get the sleeping cat on the counter to wake up again.

“HMMMM!” Grim mumbled begrudgingly.

“Oh?” Yuu raised an eyebrow.

“Get up now before I resort to hitting two pans together.” Yuu’s icy voice reached Grim, who shot up like he was electrocuted.

“I-I’m up, henchman!” Grim stuttered.

Yuu merely sighed. “Let’s just go and eat breakfast,” they said, opening a can of tuna.

After eating, they started brushing their teeth after helping Grim with his fur.

Deciding to review some e-mail requests, they picked up their phone with their toothbrush still in their mouth.

Their morning was peaceful. That was, until an e-mail mentioning a certain merman’s business made them choke on toothpaste.

•••

“Good morning, Twisted Wonderland! And by the Seven, do we have an interesting e-mail to read to day,” Yuu said into the mic, chuckling. A small smile etched on their face as the same upbeat music played in the background.

“Alright, right onto it I guess!” Yuu said, re-adjusting Grim’s position on their lap and giving him a few pets.

“This one comes from a listener named Annie, hope you tuned in today!” Yuu greeted.

“They ask; how did you get the upper hand on Azul Ashengrotto? It seems like making a deal with him is my last resort, so how do I avoid getting potentially exploited after signing a contract?” Yuu smiled, despite knowing they’ll get hell from the Octotrio later.

“Let me tell you the easy way out,” Yuu paused for suspense.

“Just don’t.” Yuu sighed, knowing they were probably in a tough place and thought that was their only option.

“Don’t even think about signing the contract.” Yuu said firmly.

“But should the situation really does call for it,” Yuu hesitated.

“Alright, Listen Up I suggest you read the contract more than 10 times to confirm that there’s no hidden clause, or offer something he’d deem worth more than your unique magic.” Yuu explained.

“I have faith that Azul’s stopped the way he…used to run his business. But after seeing people like you hesitate? The trust I have for Azul is still there, but I’ll go and check on Mostro Lounge myself anyway.” Yuu shook their head.

“You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes. Or in other words, you take ridiculous risks and bear the consequences.” Yuu said.

“That contract might look golden like daylight. But I guarantee you there are a myriad of ways you can do to solve your problems; though I might not know what they are exactly, but if a contract is the last resort,” Yuu paused

“It should be the last resort.” Yuu warned.

“If, even despite all this, you still decide to go through with it, try to fulfill your side of the contract. If the requests are near impossible for you, remember most contracts have loopholes,” Yuu said, careful to talk slowly so the listeners can absorb the information.

“The contract you’ll make with Azul is not an exception, so search for any loopholes you can play to your advantage.” Yuu advised.

“The worst that’ll happen when you don’t complete a contract is that you’ll have to work at Mostro Lounge; for how long? That’ll depend on Azul himself.” Yuu said.

Their phone let out a little ding, signifying a notification; Yuu raised their eyebrow.

“Oh hey, it’s a new e-mail from Annie! Happy to see you’re listening in today.” Yuu gave a small smile, lightening the atmosphere.

“Annie asks: What are the things he’d deem more valuable than my unique magic?” Yuu read out loud.

“Ah,” Yuu sweat-dropped.

“It would seem you asked the wrong person, I wouldn’t know as I don’t even have magic! I’m sorry but I don’t think I’ll be able to give you advice on that.” Yuu genuine laughed. They’re magicless, that’s a fact, so it would be useless to take it as an insult.

“But if you ask what I think he’d find valuable, I have a few answers.” Yuu said.

“Pearls, corals, magic crystals, blot crystals, and that’s just to name a few.” Yuu said, counting on their fingers.

“The head of two dead eels and of a squid would suffice too, if you’re feeling a bit petty…” Yuu mumbled, mostly to themselves.

“You can also compensate him by being a good costumer, buying products in bulk and such.” Yuu said, zoning out to try and think of more suggestions. But alas, nothing came to mind.

Shaking their head, they focused their attention back to the mic in front of them.

“So, Annie, did that answer your question?” Yuu asked.

Another ding from Yuu’s phone.

“They said: Yes, it did! I’m glad to be able to help.” Yuu said.

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Our fairytale has come to an end.

#twst yuu #disney twst #twisted wonderland #unique magic: listen up #azul ashengrotto #twst imagines #twst mc #twst #answered asks #again please point out any grammar and spelling mistakes #twst incorrect quotes #incorrect twst #twst interactions

[sailorblossoms]

[I left this in my drafts at first but then decided to just post it because while I have talked about this shit a lot, I guess I never put it all in the same post? anyway] 

I’m feeling a bit pissy because I happened to read “Simon is obviously in love with Agatha and continues to be after she breaks up with him” and “he shows no signs of being love with Baz before kissing him” with my own two eyes in something arguing CO is bi erasure while googling for something (on top of someone being mean in the author’s mention arguing basically the same) so here’s another “people are loud and wrong” post to purge my thoughts:

- Baz is the first person in Simon’s mind 

- When Simon is in danger, his mind goes to Baz. He imagines what Baz would be doing in the same scenario 

- When Simon brings up his list about things he misses about Watford, he keeps interrupting it to tell you things about Baz. Not only that: he was already talking to you about Baz long before he even begins to introduce you to his world, or the things he likes about it, and the people who are close to him

- He talks about Baz so much in his head, including the smallest details you have to be really paying attention to say. He cares about being the one who knows him best

- He keeps bringing up that Baz is attractive 

- He keeps bringing up the things Baz is good at, his likes and dislikes, the places he usually is, etc

- He willingly walks into Baz’s traps

- He treasures the memory of the one time they got close (the chimera) and Baz shared something personal with him

- Simon can’t put 2 thoughts together without bringing up Baz. In his head, you might even forget good old Agatha exists. He actively pushes her out! He makes excuses while contradicting himself! (”my gf should be higher than Penny” in his lists and then “i’m saving the best for last” when he puts her dead last. “Not sure I even miss her”)

- Simon is obsessed with Baz. Replace “stalking him and demanding to know his thoughts” and “asking for proof of villainy” with “Simon wants to spend time with Baz, is interested in his interests, and wants to be close to him” – he actively pushes against the idea that anyone would know Baz better than him! he doesn’t give a fuck about Baz confessing he’s a vampire when he’s pushing him away. He’s all ears when it’s Baz opening up to him after they kiss. 

- Simon alone at night, “lying in bed thinking about Baz.” Thinking about why Agatha would want him and going, “Baz being himself is good enough to make him attractive and desirable and make people fall in love with him.”

- Baz’s handkerchief Simon snatches away from Agatha, that he proceeds to keep close to his ass before saving it in a drawer with all his important items? The romantic and passionate associations with handkerchiefs?? Have we forgotten our ways? 

- Simon’s “i’ll do anything to bring him back” when Baz is missing? Being unable to stop looking for him? Replace “paranoia because enemies” with “worry because he cares about him” 

- When Simon describes magic sharing, he compares it to kissing. And he’s more passionate about describing how Baz magic feels than he is with describing the actual kissing he has experienced (her spit doesn’t taste like my own I guess) 

- When Baz floats towards him to stop him from hurting the dragon is “the prettiest thing he has ever seen” and it steals his breath away. He stops everything he’s doing

- When Simon says “I always wanted Agatha” he proceeds to communicate how he wants to be her. Nothing he expresses is indicative of desire. He’s imagining how it feels to be as beautiful as her. He’s seeing beauty as strenght and armor. Her being luminous is tied to an aesthetic of the sun being behind her at one point, but this is aesthetics. “Even sitting beside her makes you feel illuminated” this is an example that shows distance. It’s not “holding her hands makes you feel warm like honey and giddy” or some shit. (There’s a difference when Baz holds Simon’s hand in SFC and Simon feels giddy and links it to sustenance). It awakens nothing in Simon that’s tied to romance or attraction, because it’s about image. It’s about self-esteem. It’s the feeling of someone who feels ugly and unwanted. He looks at a picture of them, describes their looks, and says “I felt stupid then, but I look like who I’m supposed to be” – it’s about image!! 

- As a bonus (because the previous point stands even without this) note that in WS he says “Baz is the only person I ever wanted. The only I’ve ever loved like this” in the context of thinking about having sex. He’s correcting previous statements (italics) while talking about romantic love and sexual attraction. 

- I’ll emphasise this: the only time Agatha’s beauty causes an effect on Simon is to have him wondering “how would it be if I was as beautiful as her? maybe I would finally be untouchable” – it’s not “I want to kiss her” “I want to touch her” (his example of being close has physical distance) “I want to smell her” “she smells so good” or whatever the fuck. This bitch is not attracted. 

- Simon is not attached to dating Agatha because he wants her. Simon is attached to the idea of the things he could get in the hypothetical scenario where he actually wants to settle down with someone like Agatha: the security, the family, the fulfillment of expectations. He wants to belong. (She’s the same!) He wants the stability he never had!* He could even care about the idea of dating the prettiest girl at school because for teenage boys that’s a form of success. It means that not only he’s belonging, he’s being “successful” at it. 

- *Note that the highlight of being at Agatha’s house for Simon is: “the house is pretty and comfortable and luxurious, there’s a huge TV and adults who are welcoming to me” – all things he never had!! 

- it’s actually alarming and so telling that he never thinks about her house as a place to be with her. Going to your bestie’s house should be exciting because the bestie is there! This is arguably where they had the time and space to “be a couple” and try to figure themselves out and all of that, and Simon represses the fuck out of it.

- Simon is incredibly detailed about describing Baz’s appearance, down to body proportions. You actually forget Agatha has brown eyes. I don’t even remember if this is mentioned in CO or if Agatha tells you herself in WS, but Simon has a whole mental catalogue of all the shades of grey Baz’s eyes can be! He won’t let you forget! It’s already a sign that he’s attracted to him; he’s not attracted to her 

- Sure, Simon would care about a close friend apparently liking someone else better than him, especially if he’s seeing “dating the prettiest girl as a form of success” – Baz dating Agatha then would be another way in which Baz “is better than him”. But we know that Simon being jealous of Baz “being better” is Simon having extremely gay feelings for him. It’s Simon’s desire! How dare Baz be hot! Seriously: his romantic jealousy is exclusively centered on Baz. Agatha had a boyfriend before Simon (I had to be told this, I forgot. If Baz had an ex Simon would not let you fucking forget.) Where do you find Simon giving half a fuck about Agatha’s love life when it’s not focusing on Baz? (Doesn’t he even say “anyone but him” to Agatha? I’m not checking the book for this, these two are exhausting and my point stands regardless) 

- Simon having to remind himself that they’re no longer dating is about routine. It’s about no longer having to remind himself to be her boyfriend (which he shows he did!) as if it were an obligation, about being unused to do things that are completely unexpected of him (like kissing his enemy, who is a boy) but that he actually wants! (like kissing his enemy, who is a boy) 

- Simon’s “i’ll take her back” is in a page that talks about Agatha as a friend. This is the place where Simon would talk about all the ways in which he cared about their allegedly romantic relationship if he had any fucks to give about it. Where he would say how they got together, why he wants to be with her, where he would share treasured memories. And what does he do? He tells you how they became friends, and how they have only ever been friends. And note that he doesn’t move a single finger to do anything about their relationship despite not liking them "behaving like enemies.” When Simon contemplates that Baz might act as if they were enemies again, he jumps out of a fucking car to run back to him, and ask him to be boyfriends 

- When Agatha breaks up with Simon, Simon is affected because: he loses stability, his structure breaks, he loses the idea of home and family and future happiness (telling you that he’s not happy right now, he hasn’t been happy with her) (a future he doesn’t really believe he’s getting anyway; he was more sure that he would die in a fight). All things that surrounded but have nothing to do with Agatha herself. In awtwb with Baz, Simon simply says: being without Baz is intolerable. Breaking up with Baz affects him simply because he wants to be with Baz. 

- Simon has trouble accepting previous assumptions he had are wrong. When he’s like “I guess” “I suppose” that’s a Simon who’s not ready to actually process his shit, so he’s settling for the easiest answer. So when he’s like “who I was jealous over?” when wondering about Baz and Agatha holding hands, and he’s like “both, I guess” that’s not Simon accepting he wants both. That’s a Simon who can no longer deny that he wants Baz, but who’s not ready to unpack what his relationship with Agatha was. So he’s taking the “easy way out.” The easiest answer, even if it’s not true, because the alternative is accepting he got into a relationship with someone he was never even attracted to in the first place (being drawn to someone can happen for many reasons and it’s not the same as sexual attraction) and that comes with so many complicated questions! The very thing Simon would rather avoid!

- After kissing Baz, Simon realizes he has a list of things he has always wanted to do to Baz, like touching his hair, pointing to how he has been having feelings for Baz long before he kissed him. “The kissing is new. The wanting to kiss” he says, but I’ll argue that wanting to kiss him is not new, he just hasn’t been aware of this want before, because of how much he repressed himself. This is reaffirmed in awtwb when Simon looks back, much more aware of himself, and he says “I always want to kiss you. I always have.” 

- I started to point out how he has never been attracted to Agatha, but that also uses things brought up in awtwb. This was actually just about CO, so I’m stopping here before I get carried away here haha. I still think you that paying enough attention to the details is enough to realize Simon is not in love with Agatha, and that he’s already in love with Baz. Anything that assumes Simon must have those kind of feelings to get in a relationship with her in the first place is just that: assumptions. 

- What else is there with Agatha. Bring it here and I’ll tell you how that’s still not romantic love or attraction. Bring the Baz scene and I’ll point the gay. “He was obviously in love with her” “he shows no signs of love for Baz” my ass.

#simon snow #simon x baz #baz pitch #agatha wellbelove #carry on #awtbw #baz grimm pitch #snowbaz #wayward son #any way the wind blows

[gristol-liker]

oh my god

no

no

no

oh crap

my computer shut down last night

and just now i went to check my fic

and it DIDN'T SAVE

i wrote TWO chapters

and they're just gone

i....

i literally said to myself last night that i should copy it over to google docs like i always do

but i didn't

and i didn't draft them on ao3 either

kill me

i wrote them on grammarly; there's no way to get them back

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

the one with augustus & gristol was so good

i never write all the chapters in the same document either!

whyyyyyyy

why did my computer decide to restart LAST NIGHT

the good news is they weren't that long and I can probably rewrite most of it from memory, but still... it's like 5,000 words or so just gone

actually, the first chapter is half gone too, but i thankfully posted that one already

#honestly don't know if i should scream or cry so I'm just sitting here feeling nothing #gonna go eat and maybe i'll be able to feel things again #psychic gristol au #suicide mention #kinda

[charissekenion]

Usually the process for this newsletter goes one of two ways; the first way is ultra-planned and I’ll be sure to divide the content into different sections. The second way is I’ll just wake up with inspiration and write it down like a stream of consciousness.

This week though, I made several notes on things I wanted to talk about - Doja Cat AT Schiaparelli! Mikayla Noguiera’s allegedly fake lashes! I started writing the newsletter last night but was feeling tired so I just left it on draft. However, once I got into bed last night I decided that I would probably leave the newsletter until next week, because I knew there were several tasks on my list for today and I love a Friday admin tidy up. IYKYK.

The subject of the TikTok (and accompanying podcast) is ‘90s model Jenny Shimizu, a self-proclaimed ‘gay Japanese car mechanic with short hair and tattoos’ who went on to inspire a generation of Asian and queer women who felt completely unseen by fashion, beauty and media.

The response so far has been over 1million views, over 22,000 saves and over 1,200 comments. This is a record for a small creator like me; I’ve been consistently posting (as in a couple of videos per week) since September 2022 but I really just joined TikTok to find a different audience. Instagram has been a dry and dusty desert for a while now, and I’ve intentionally been spending less time over there. For me TikTok has this sense of opportunity to find others that like similar things. I have never thought of it in a financial sense or ever really cared about accruing followers. Instead it feels like a place where I get to do what I want; which is often to talk about makeup, moments in beauty, people who have made a mark on me.

Occasionally something will inspire me and also be newsworthy, such as Doja Cat at Schiaparelli covered in red Swarovski crystals. Before this Jenny video, that video was my most popular - but even if it hadn’t been, I still would have made it. And if Jenny only reached 10 people, and ONE of them told me ‘yes, Jenny was the only person who helped me feel seen’, then I would be so happy.

Someone interviewed me the other day as part of a podcast prep and they asked me about my purpose and why I do what I do. Honestly, it might sound corny but I really do see beauty in everything/everyone and I’m curious about it and I think I want others to feel curious too. So when I make a video, it’s actually for me, in the sense that, I enjoy sharing the information or story.

The comments on this video are 99.9% positive - which is a first, and of course, could absolutely change - and they are split between love and desire. There are a lot of women in the comments talking about how Jenny was their obsession back in the ‘90s, how they discovered her in teen drama Foxfire and wish she’d actually married Angelina Jolie (full info in the TikTok if you’re intrigued!).

But the most important comments are from young Asian women who hadn’t seen Jenny before. To see people saying ‘thank you’ on a video means more than anything. Many of those thank yous have been women who are simply happy to be reminded of Jenny’s existence. A comment from producermama reads: ‘I remember having 0 beauty role models as an Asian woman and adored Jenny. I buzzed my hair in 1989 BC of her and loved it.’ Pinkorchid wrote: ‘Being Asian, she was an idol to me.’ These comments are the reason I make videos and why I’m sharing this ramble today. I hope it inspires you to create things you truly feel, without worrying about The Algorithm. Until then, listen to the Jenny Shimizu episode of BeautyMe, or check out my TikTok!

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYL1UQsY/

#jenny shimizu #Asian model #prada catwalk #beauty podcast #foxfire

[adultswim2021]

Metalocalypse #31: “Dethrace” | June 16, 2008 - 12:00AM | S02E11

NOTE: I wrote this last night, but accidentally saved it as a draft instead of scheduling it to post. Sorry, bros.

Hey, I’m going easy on myself tonight. I deserve it after that last gigantic post. The Venture Bros. can take a lot out of me. Gosh, it’s a lot!

This one is a bit slight, and hardly excellent, but it's a nice hang with my personal close friends, the men from Metalocalypse Rock Band. In this one, Murderface is miffed that Toki and Skwisgaar have undermined his command performance of the Star Spangled Banner using nothing more than his dick and a bass guitar. They undermined Murderface by being in a high speed police chase, which interrupts the broadcast of Murderface rockin with his brain out. 

Speaking of brain out, the best scene in this episode are Toki and Skwisgaar at traffic school, watching an ultra violent educational video about how being irresponsible with your car can get your body all wet and in pieces. It is wet from your blood getting escaped from your body. Good lines, gruesome drawings, it’s the good shit of the episode. 

Murderface wants to do a convoluted event that’s a race and also a concert. Toki and Skwisgaar get involved by way of their community service. And Nathan Explosion and Pickles not only have nothing to do with the plot, but they make a point to just always be reading the paper whenever they are referred to. This is a funny meta-joke about how frustrating it must be to have a show like this and constantly have to come up with individual plots for each character. At least, I assume that’s what this is.

MAIL BAG

Hi this is Gabe Teplen the original voice of Moltar. I just want to say you are doing a great job and maybe give the original Space Ghost a spin sometimes. My granddaughters say it's just as funny as Coast to Coast.

Hi, my name is Mayor Giuliani, and I'm gay

I have a blog where I cover Adult Swim's original comedy shows in chronological order from the first stealth pilot premieres onward. every episode of every adult swim original program reviewed by a middle-aged dipshit. go here if you wanna start at the start

Hey, fuck you man, don't copy and paste stuff I say on other websites and then combine it with stuff I say on this website and send it to me anonymously. That is really fucking rude and it pisses me off. I'm actually pissed off about this. EAT SHIT MOTHER FUCKER

Should I go see Barbie or Oppenheimer? Let's date these blog posts. Which one are you more willing to see? Provided you get a big hamburger and fries with your movie either way.

You should watch any other movie. But if I had to pick between those two I'd watch Barbie. Oppenheimer just seems too boring, sorry. How big is the hamburger

Lesbian porno was like really good in the 80s but as time went on it just became so bad. Sure there are still hot women fucking but there is no sensuality. You can tell they are doing it contractually and have no love in licking pussy, ect. What do you think?

I don't like discussing sexual stuff because it's alienating, but I disagree. We are living in a golden age of sapphic erotica, and you need look no further than two girls I call Angela & Strawberry. Look them up. They lick, they suck, they finger, and they ... FUCK?????

You're supreme hatred of pitbulls is so funny. My aunt had a pitbull. She died.

I'm sorry to hear about your Aunt that got eatten by her own pitbull :(

I would prefer if you just said nothing than do the AI bit. I have to deal with my favorite fast food reviewer outsourcing his titles/descriptions to ChatGPT and it's quite frankly distasteful. The shit doesn't know anything about anything.

FUCK YOU! FREEDOM OF GENERATED SPEECH BITCH!! But by coincidence I've decided to retire the bit, but not because of you. It's my choice and I'm the boss and I'm the one that says how the rules goes.

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #metalocalypse

[sam-the-pancake]

Saw a post talking about how you're never too young for a disability or illness or to need a mobility aid and we wanted to talk about our experiences. (It got longer than I was planning. I have more I could say but I managed to fuck up my thumb typing this on my phone and I know if I save this as a draft I'll forget it exists).

We were 8ish the first time we fainted. Nothing was thought of it or done. We fainted twice more between then and when we were 14 and fainted at summer camp. I have a feeling that if it hadn't happened at camp in front of a bunch of adults (who are mandated reporters) that my parents still wouldn't have done anything about it.

Following that time at camp our parents brought us to a bunch of doctors and had tests done. I don't remember much of it, but what I do remember is the neurologist. He was the last doctor we saw and he basically said "nothing's wrong just drink more water and electrolytes". So our mother started buying Gatorade and coconut water for us, but it didn't help much. It stopped it from being terrible, but it didn't make it completely better. By this point I was walking around the house with my vision fully blacking out every time I stood up to go to a different room.

When I was 16 the exercise intolerance was so bad that I couldn't work out anymore. I quit the rowing team that I had loved. I am almost certain that if I had been involved in a different sport that I would have had to quit sooner. I learned just a few years ago that rowing is an exercise that is more tolerable for exercise intolerance, like a recumbent bike. I got "lucky" in a way.

When I was 19? 20? and living alone at college I took matters into my own hands and told the nurse on campus (an amazing woman) that I believe I have EDS and POTS and want to see a specialist. She didn't really know about either disorder but she looked them up with me and decided to refer me to a cardiologist and a neurologist. In the few years since then they've both run many tests and found "nothing wrong". I convinced my cardiologist to send me for a tilt table test and of course that came back inconclusive.

When I was 21 I started using a cane anytime I left the house. I don't actually use it for balance but to reduce pressure on my lower joints when they're in pain, and day-to-day to reduce fatigue. If I don't use my cane I won't make it through the work day without my fatigue and back pain becoming crippling to the point that I can't sit up anymore.

In the last 6months I found an amazing GP who heard my story and decided to get shit done. She sent me to a physical therapist (also an amazing woman), got bloodwork to prescribe me various meds that are actually helping, got me on a waiting list to see an EDS specialist, and sent me to a sleep expert. At my most recent appointment I asked if we could talk about her possibly prescribing a wheelchair and she immediately said yes and wrote the script. Between her, my PT, and Gary the wheelchair guy from NuMotion's help I'm now waiting to hear if insurance is going to cover it.

I'm in my early 20's and I can't cut or mix my own food. I get home from my teaching job and I take a nap then eat the dinner my (also disabled) partner made, and then go to sleep for the night. I don't have a social life. I don't have the energy to do more than one thing in a day. Saturdays we do laundry and Sundays we grocery shop. That's what my weekend is. Sometimes if I have extra energy on a Saturday I can shower too. People don't talk about it much but struggling with personal hygiene is a major issue I have due to my disabilities. I started taking "cat baths" when I was less than 12 (washing the important bits with a washcloth while sitting on the toilet/floor). My sensory issues due to being autistic also affect this and make it hard for me to shower even when I do have the physical energy.

When I started physical therapy, my physical therapist asked what my goals are, long term or short term. I said I want to be able to shred my portion of chicken and mix it into the rice myself when we have dinner. My secret goal is to be able to do it for my partner as well so they can rest after cooking. I said my long term goal is to be able to rock climb again, but I understand that that might never be possible for me again.

I'm not even 25 and I'm mourning the loss of every interest I've ever had other than reading, and even holding a big book open is too much for my hands sometimes. I cannot live independently. I'm lucky that I have a low impact job that pays well enough for me to support myself and my partner. They can't work but they're able to take care of the housework and cooking and moving groceries and other necessities that I can't do myself. I try not to think about the future because I don't know what a progression of my disabilities would mean for our ability to live away from our abusers parents.

#host #pancakes talk #vent #rant