#i want to start documenting more stuff while i play but i also have no attention span so i keep forgetting

[inaris-mage-of-storms]

Man I love modded terrain so much

#file: storm plays minecraft #these are from like a week ago #i want to start documenting more stuff while i play but i also have no attention span so i keep forgetting #but yeah modded terrain my beloved there are some absolutely breathtaking views out there #my minecraft skill is exploring #and by that i mean i can't build can't redstone and can't fight #but i sure can stare at some cliffs and go 'goddamn that's beautiful'

[anystalker707]

i need you

Pairing: Crocodile x [gender-neutral] Reader Summary: It's been a while since Crocodile last saw his partner, and they don't seem to be very happy. Tags: light angst / comfort / he's very sweet ok

oneshot for @gojo-mochi 's dilfcember event

MASTERLIST

          “There you are,” Crocodile exhaled, raising his eyebrows lightly without trying to hide his expression of tiredness. He’d been telling you to come to greet him properly ever since he got back home, eyes narrowing at your form by a doorway when he decided he was a little too tired to chase you around and waste energy in the way; he knew it from experience. He took a long drag from the cigar, letting the smoke burn his lungs before he slowly blew it out through his mouth—the room had wide windows, thankfully, quickly dispersing the smoke. It was a price to pay to be around him.

Despite the warmth in Crocodile’s eyes, you still stood there quietly for a moment with a discomfort twisting in your chest while something heaved under your eyes. It’d been quite a while since you’d seen him properly, counting the times he only showed up for a few minutes a day or late at night to leave early in the morning. He sat behind that massive desk with piles of paper stacked on it, which was a familiar sight you’d missed.

“Come on.” He patted his thigh, eyebrows furrowing a little as he nodded in encouragement, and maybe you’d ignored things for long enough now. He straightened his posture on the wide armchair once you sat on his thigh, humming in appreciation.

“That’s my good one.” His hand ran up and down your back a couple of times before it settled down around your waist.

There were a few wanted papers and documents with the Marine stamp before him on his desk, and Crocodile didn’t bother to close the folder because he didn’t have anything to hide from you. Either way, you weren’t interested in it either, running your eyes over the desk while he talked. He had just come back, and the desk was already full of stuff that demanded attention, which was supposed to be yours.

“Now, now,” Crocodile exhaled and reached over to the ashtray. The bright red sparkles of the cigar’s tip extinguished against the bottom of the ashtray, turning gray like the remaining in there and serving as a base for the now discarded cigar. “What’s gotten my doll feeling all blue?”

Rough fingertips pressed to your jaw in a light touch and turned your face toward him, allowing Crocodile to study your expression through half-lidded eyes; worry mixed with intrigue lingering in his gaze. His thumb ran across your cheek a couple of times, index finger under your chin to tilt your head up. Despite all of that, your eyes still focused on the painting that hung on the wall behind his chair.

“What can I do for you, hm?” Crocodile’s deep voice had a caring tone in it that always made you melt a little bit, even more so with those loving touches. It was quiet in the room—his office was wide but crumpled, with lavish carpets and curtains, while his regarded book collection also took great space, neatly organized on the shelves along with some items and photographs.

Your eyes finally met Crocodile’s, and despite the way your heart fluttered, the discomfort twisted inside your chest again, so your eyes immediately fell to the table once more. Something heaved inside you, compelling you to curl up in Crocodile’s lap.

A few theories of what bothered you swirled in Crocodile’s head, but he wasn’t sure what to believe, so he opted not to conclude anything for now. With a soft sigh, he opted to go for what he usually did, to comfort you. His fingers gently played with your hair before he started massaging your scalp gently, eventually rubbing the back of your neck soothingly. He was about to say something, but the words died in his throat the moment you started relaxing in his arms. 

That’s it, Crocodile mentally said, wrapping an arm around your waist to hug you closer to him while he rubbed circles into your back, letting your head rest against his chest. He did it for what felt like hours, and nothing ever felt like too much if it meant it was for you. All it brought was the relief to see you melt into his arms and slowly let go of whatever bothered you.

“My love,” he whispered, cupping your face to hold your head closer to his chest as he pressed a kiss to the top of it, and what he received in response pleased him. Your hands gently gripped his pullover vest while you nuzzled into his chest.

Crocodile let the silence sink in for a moment, shoulders relaxing as he felt you comfortable in his arms until the soft sound of sniffling cut through the peaceful atmosphere. His lips pressed together in a frown as he caressed your hair a little longer before pulling away just enough to take a look at your face.

“My love, what’s wrong?” The back of Crocodile’s fingers ran along your cheeks to catch your tears, but they were soon dismissed when you pressed your face to his chest instead, wetting the soft yarn of his top with your tears, but he couldn’t even bring himself into worrying about that. “Dearest,” he exhaled softly, voice laced with frustration as his hand tightened around your waist as if to anchor you to him because it was everything he could do, silent with his thoughts as he offered you what he could for now.

Crocodile’s eyes fixed on the papers on the desk without really paying attention to them, just choosing them as a spot to rest his eyes on while he tried to sort out his thoughts, which wasn’t easy. All the stress from the past weeks clouded his thoughts in a way only you could help him go back to a peaceful state of mind, but for now, he fought through the sharp headache that attacked his temples to focus on you. You were more important, after all. What would be of him without you?

Something brought Crocodile back to reality, but your cries were too incoherent to be comprehensible. He blinked a couple of times and looked down at you, relaxing his brow and his jaw. “Yes, my love? Can you repeat that for me?”

“...you, hm? Where were you?” You sniffled a little bit, gulping. “Did you get tired of me? Did I do something wrong? Why would you—” Cut off by a sob, you just gave up on talking and let out a groan of frustration instead.

Now, it started making more sense. A soft breath escaped Crocodile’s nose as the realization slowly set in, and he brought a hand up to his face, sighing as he pinched the bridge of his nose and then ran his fingers along his eyebrows before his hand lowered to your cheek to tilt your head up. The sight of your teary eyes made his heart ache and guilt heave over his shoulders.

“Oh, dearest,” he breathed, shaking his head lightly. “I’m deeply sorry, you know how things can run out of control, and you also know that my love for you is never-ending. I would never think about leaving.” He adjusted you on his lap to kiss your forehead while wiping your tears away once more. “I long for you, but I also can’t involve you in problems either. I rather solve them first and then come back to m—”

“So what?” You sniffled, looking at him in the eyes. “So I have to suffer because you’re away? Sit and wait and…” You kept ranting, and Crocodile knew you didn’t mean it, he knew what spilled from your mouth resulted from the desperation of going so many days without him, from the hurt of the way your feelings and thoughts twisted during his absence, and he wished he’d been there before to comfort you before this mess had been created.

“I’m sorry, dearest,” Crocodile said softly, and he would try to talk and argue if you weren’t so caught up in emotions, so he just kissed your tears away, holding you close until the crying babbling turned into soft sobs, and you relaxed in his arms again.

There wasn’t a lot Crocodile could decipher in your muttering, but he could make out the whiny ‘I need you’ whispered next to his ear when your arms wrapped tightly around his neck. You clung to him tightly, making his emotions waver in ways he wished they wouldn’t, but he accepted the vulnerability you caused him. Loving someone had a price, and he wasn’t afraid of paying it if it meant having you.

“I’m here,” Crocodile whispered as he gently ran his hand up and down your back until your back wasn’t shuddering with sobs anymore. “That’s it, dearest,” he whispered as his fingers massaged the back of your neck. “I’m here for you now, and I won’t be leaving soon.”

“I don’t want you to ever leave,” your weak whimpers were muffled against his shoulder, and Crocodile sighed.

“We can talk about it later,” he breathed, knowing it was better to discuss it when both of you had your emotions in order rather than make empty promises for a momentary peace. “Come on,” he said as he shifted a little to hold you in his arms properly so that he could stand up, breath hitching a little as he kept you against his chest on his way out of the office. His paperwork wasn’t as important as you were. “Let’s relax for now, how about that? Have you eaten anything today?”

Your arms were still loosely wrapped around Crocodile’s neck, one of them looser so that you could bury your face into the crook of it, inhaling his scent to calm yourself down. Hesitantly, you shook your head, taking in a deep breath to brace yourself for the inevitable disappointment that would come from him. Your stomach churned again just at the thought of food, but maybe things would be fine now.

There, however, was no disappointment in Crocodile’s hum as he changed his route to the kitchen. “Then we must eat first. We can also take a shower, then go to sleep. How about that, hm? Will that help my sweetheart?”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you nodded with a weak hum, sighing as you closed your eyes and let the tension go of your muscles.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

#one piece #crocodile #x reader #x male reader #x female reader #gender neutral #crocodile x reader #crocodile x male reader #one piece x reader #imagine #oneshot #fan fic #fan fiction

[codingquill]

JavaScript Fundamentals

I have recently completed a course that extensively covered the foundational principles of JavaScript, and I'm here to provide you with a concise overview. This post will enable you to grasp the fundamental concepts without the need to enroll in the course.

Prerequisites: Fundamental HTML Comprehension

Before delving into JavaScript, it is imperative to possess a basic understanding of HTML. Knowledge of CSS, while beneficial, is not mandatory, as it primarily pertains to the visual aspects of web pages.

Manipulating HTML Text with JavaScript

When it comes to modifying text using JavaScript, the innerHTML function is the go-to tool. Let's break down the process step by step:

Initiate the process by selecting the HTML element whose text you intend to modify. This selection can be accomplished by employing various DOM (Document Object Model) element selection methods offered by JavaScript ( I'll talk about them in a second )

Optionally, you can store the selected element in a variable (we'll get into variables shortly).

Employ the innerHTML function to substitute the existing text with your desired content.

Element Selection: IDs or Classes

You have the opportunity to enhance your element selection by assigning either an ID or a class:

Assigning an ID:

To uniquely identify an element, the .getElementById() function is your go-to choice. Here's an example in HTML and JavaScript:

HTML:

<button id="btnSearch">Search</button>

JavaScript:

document.getElementById("btnSearch").innerHTML = "Not working";

This code snippet will alter the text within the button from "Search" to "Not working."

Assigning a Class:

For broader selections of elements, you can assign a class and use the .querySelector() function. Keep in mind that this method can select multiple elements, in contrast to .getElementById(), which typically focuses on a single element and is more commonly used.

Variables

Let's keep it simple: What's a variable? Well, think of it as a container where you can put different things—these things could be numbers, words, characters, or even true/false values. These various types of stuff that you can store in a variable are called DATA TYPES.

Now, some programming languages are pretty strict about mentioning these data types. Take C and C++, for instance; they're what we call "Typed" languages, and they really care about knowing the data type.

But here's where JavaScript stands out: When you create a variable in JavaScript, you don't have to specify its data type or anything like that. JavaScript is pretty laid-back when it comes to data types.

So, how do you make a variable in JavaScript?

There are three main keywords you need to know: var, let, and const.

But if you're just starting out, here's what you need to know :

const: Use this when you want your variable to stay the same, not change. It's like a constant, as the name suggests.

var and let: These are the ones you use when you're planning to change the value stored in the variable as your program runs.

Note that var is rarely used nowadays

Check this out:

let Variable1 = 3; var Variable2 = "This is a string"; const Variable3 = true;

Notice how we can store all sorts of stuff without worrying about declaring their types in JavaScript. It's one of the reasons JavaScript is a popular choice for beginners.

Arrays

Arrays are a basically just a group of variables stored in one container ( A container is what ? a variable , So an array is also just a variable ) , now again since JavaScript is easy with datatypes it is not considered an error to store variables of different datatypeslet

for example :

myArray = [1 , 2, 4 , "Name"];

Objects in JavaScript

Objects play a significant role, especially in the world of OOP : object-oriented programming (which we'll talk about in another post). For now, let's focus on understanding what objects are and how they mirror real-world objects.

In our everyday world, objects possess characteristics or properties. Take a car, for instance; it boasts attributes like its color, speed rate, and make.

So, how do we represent a car in JavaScript? A regular variable won't quite cut it, and neither will an array. The answer lies in using an object.

const Car = { color: "red", speedRate: "200km", make: "Range Rover" };

In this example, we've encapsulated the car's properties within an object called Car. This structure is not only intuitive but also aligns with how real-world objects are conceptualized and represented in JavaScript.

Variable Scope

There are three variable scopes : global scope, local scope, and function scope. Let's break it down in plain terms.

Global Scope: Think of global scope as the wild west of variables. When you declare a variable here, it's like planting a flag that says, "I'm available everywhere in the code!" No need for any special enclosures or curly braces.

Local Scope: Picture local scope as a cozy room with its own rules. When you create a variable inside a pair of curly braces, like this:

//Not here { const Variable1 = true; //Variable1 can only be used here } //Neither here

Variable1 becomes a room-bound secret. You can't use it anywhere else in the code

Function Scope: When you declare a variable inside a function (don't worry, we'll cover functions soon), it's a member of an exclusive group. This means you can only name-drop it within that function. .

So, variable scope is all about where you place your variables and where they're allowed to be used.

Adding in user input

To capture user input in JavaScript, you can use various methods and techniques depending on the context, such as web forms, text fields, or command-line interfaces.We’ll only talk for now about HTML forms

HTML Forms:

You can create HTML forms using the &lt;;form> element and capture user input using various input elements like text fields, radio buttons, checkboxes, and more.

JavaScript can then be used to access and process the user's input.

Functions in JavaScript

Think of a function as a helpful individual with a specific task. Whenever you need that task performed in your code, you simply call upon this capable "person" to get the job done.

Declaring a Function: Declaring a function is straightforward. You define it like this:

function functionName() { // The code that defines what the function does goes here }

Then, when you need the function to carry out its task, you call it by name:

functionName();

Using Functions in HTML: Functions are often used in HTML to handle events. But what exactly is an event? It's when a user interacts with something on a web page, like clicking a button, following a link, or interacting with an image.

Event Handling: JavaScript helps us determine what should happen when a user interacts with elements on a webpage. Here's how you might use it:

HTML:

<button onclick="FunctionName()" id="btnEvent">Click me</button>

JavaScript:

function FunctionName() { var toHandle = document.getElementById("btnEvent"); // Once I've identified my button, I can specify how to handle the click event here }

In this example, when the user clicks the "Click me" button, the JavaScript function FunctionName() is called, and you can specify how to handle that event within the function.

Arrow functions : is a type of functions that was introduced in ES6, you can read more about it in the link below

If Statements

These simple constructs come into play in your code, no matter how advanced your projects become.

If Statements Demystified: Let's break it down. "If" is precisely what it sounds like: if something holds true, then do something. You define a condition within parentheses, and if that condition evaluates to true, the code enclosed in curly braces executes.

If statements are your go-to tool for handling various scenarios, including error management, addressing specific cases, and more.

Writing an If Statement:

if (Variable === "help") { console.log("Send help"); // The console.log() function outputs information to the console }

In this example, if the condition inside the parentheses (in this case, checking if the Variable is equal to "help") is true, the code within the curly braces gets executed.

Else and Else If Statements

Else: When the "if" condition is not met, the "else" part kicks in. It serves as a safety net, ensuring your program doesn't break and allowing you to specify what should happen in such cases.

Else If: Now, what if you need to check for a particular condition within a series of possibilities? That's where "else if" steps in. It allows you to examine and handle specific cases that require unique treatment.

Styling Elements with JavaScript

This is the beginner-friendly approach to changing the style of elements in JavaScript. It involves selecting an element using its ID or class, then making use of the .style.property method to set the desired styling property.

Example:

Let's say you have an HTML button with the ID "myButton," and you want to change its background color to red using JavaScript. Here's how you can do it:

HTML: <button id="myButton">Click me</button>

JavaScript:

// Select the button element by its ID const buttonElement = document.getElementById("myButton"); // Change the background color property buttonElement.style.backgroundColor = "red";

In this example, we first select the button element by its ID using document.getElementById("myButton"). Then, we use .style.backgroundColor to set the background color property of the button to "red." This straightforward approach allows you to dynamically change the style of HTML elements using JavaScript.

#studyblr #code #codeblr #css #html #javascript #java development company #python #study #progblr #programming #studying #comp sci #web design #web developers #web development #website design #ui ux design #reactjs #webdev #website #tech

[bella-rose29]

lockwood and co head cannons - playing with hair

(some/a lot of this was influenced by the multiverse of george so thank you 😊)

Lockwood:

let's face it, he's got the hands for this

I imagine he's just really good at it

lazy evenings in the library or living room, sat curled up on a chair together while he strokes his fingers through your hair

super gentle but just the right amount of pressure

definitely puts you to sleep

while he has no idea how to braid hair, he definitely would learn how to if you wanted/had the right hair for it

he'd spend ages trying to do it properly too

probably stick his tongue out in concentration while he tried managing all the different sections of hair

maybe after a case, if it was particularly tough or tiring, he would just help you go to sleep even faster by sitting and playing with your hair

then there's the absent-minded touches

just brief moments where he reaches out to grab a bit/touch his fingers to your hair

just to know that you're still there

Lucy:

she has the perfect hair for running your fingers through

she'll do it for you as well

but more often than not you'll find yourselves sat in such a way that you can bury your fingers in her hair

either her head will be on your chest/stomach while you cuddle on the sofa

or you'll be sat on one of the chairs in the library and Lucy will come and sit between your legs, leaning back against you

and you start absentmindedly running your hands through her hair

if either one of you can't sleep at night for whatever reason then you can bet that whoever needs sleep more will have their hair played with until they fall asleep again

George:

while I don't think George would be a massive fan of playing with hair I do think that he would learn how to braid and other stuff if you wanted him to

but he'd much rather play with your hands than your hair

looking at how your fingers interlock with each other like puzzle pieces that he needs to figure out

feeling every callous and scar on your hands while you do the same for him

he'd be hesitant at first, unsure about initiating the contact

once you'd assured him that it was fine (and also that you thoroughly enjoyed it) he would do it a lot more

sometimes deliberate, nudging your hand with his until you realise what it is he's after and you gladly let him

other times he'll do it subconsciously, like when you're researching together and he'll suddenly start reaching for you and brushing his fingers over yours

or you'll be walking to/from the Archives together and his hand will knock against yours and seconds later he'll be holding your hand and playing with your fingers

tagging @bobbys-not-that-small, @oblivious-idiot, @neewtmas, @maraschinomerry, @lewkwoodnco because this is just a collected document of conversations we've had and I feel like you would appreciate

#lockwood and co #lockwood & co #anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x you #lockwood x reader #lucy carlyle #lucy carlyle x reader #george karim #george karim x reader

[lessiasya]

-Papa, I want to... Go to art classes. - Tallulah sitting on the soft carpet, while Phil braiding her hair. He was fighting wild brown curls, but his daughter happiness is more important than his sanity.

-Oh? Which one?

Tallulah squeezes a plush orca in her hands, mumbling something inaudible. But after taking a deep breath, she starts.

-I want to draw... To be like you. - though little girl speaks silently, she is very confident with her words. It makes Phil smile, he is so proud of his daughter.

He is proud, but he is also nervous when couple days after they are standing next to door with colourful stickers on it.

Classroom has few tables, but mostly small easels. You can see the park through the windows. And there is the teacher standing next to the desk. Phil saw him couple times, but never spoke to him. They worked in the same building, even were teaching art but in different age groups. Phil teaches high-schoolers mostly, but this guy teaches kids.

-Hola, you've must be new student, right? - man noticed them standing in the doorway. Tallulah squeezes Phil's hald slightly more.

-Yes, I'm Phil, that's Tallulah. Nice to meet you. - "Missa" reads the tag on others shirt.

They're going through the documents and other stuff pretty quickly. And Phil notices how soft Missa with Tallulah, he doesn't rush anything slowly asking her and patiently waiting for her answers.

-Okay, I'll be on my way now, my class are starting soon. If you need me, I'm literally down the hallway. - Phil hugs Tallulah before leaving and now playing little staring contest with Missa. - Here is my number if you need anything.

Maybe Phil lied, maybe it was because he wanted Missa to have it. Phil were smiling the whole way to his class, to which he was slightly late (and it wasn't because his daughter's teacher looks kinda cute).

When Phil left, all what Missa was left were little paper with phone number, big smile and slightly red cheeks.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #philza #qsmp missa #pissa #missasinfonia #pissa nation #death duo #tallulah #i love them too much #My lil silly au

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for making my friends drop another friend completely?

Warning: There is mention of suicidal thoughts. Also I swear a lot, I apologize.

This is some dumb discord drama but I feel like an utter asshole for this despite multiple people say I wasn't in the wrong and others saying that the friend group shouldn't had known about the situation and I shouldn't had forced this onto them.

And I been around here a lot, please don't excuse any behavior taken here as "You guys are young" or "You guys are kids." You will understand later as why but a lot of things that happened shouldn't be excused and that involves some of my behavior. And no, I am not doing a TL;DR.

There is a lot of pre-context so I will bold where the situation I'm talking about starts.

So me (17, he/they) and a few friends had created a server to get away from people in another server. We had really 1 rule which was "what happens in the server, stays in the server". This hangout server became a vent server very soon as a lot of us have issues that we just can't see a therapist for and use each other.

We had an issue with this one friend, let's name him Owl (14, M). Owl had been way to relaxed and some of the stuff he had said began to lead to fights within the friend group. He and another Jojo (15, M) were making jokes about each other, which were taken too far. Owl could had stopped it way before by stating that the jokes were too far but despite he had started it. He texted Jojo about their biggest insecurity in the form of "imagine having [insecurity]" and then hell broke lose. Owl knew Jojo was insecure about this because they talked and vented to each other privately, so for Owl to do that was shitty and a red flag that we didn't catch at the time, mainly because Jojo didn't tell any of us what was said till after the dropping. This was only one out of seven conflicts we would have with him before we got fed up. I will not go through all 7 but I will go through the ones that led to us removing him from the group.

I, Owl and a few others of us were playing a game on. I was very stressed and stated that beforehand and wanted to game to cool off. This was around the time that the Supreme Court made their decisions which added to my stress. I cannot remember what comment he made but my stress hit a peak and I blew up at him, possibly a joke about rights (trans rights) which is a touchy subject for me (it isn't out of his character). At this point I was having a breakdown on call and he didn't realize despite the fact it was clear through abnormal behaviors. Owl had also been around be in a breakdown beforehand, so I don't know how he didn't know. During breakdowns my voice becomes shaky and cracks, I speak very fast and make irrational decisions. Our other friends picked up on that and tried to deescalate the situations but Owl kept going and adding conflict until I removed him from the call (because both of us had admin powers). After a while I had gotten Jojo involved out of sheer panic and trying to get out of a conflict while not thinking rationally. After a while I rejoined call, Owl was gaming like nothing happened and I cried on mute due to the breakdown. Why I rejoined call? I don't know. Jojo pulled us to the side and talked about how he didn't want any more conflicts and that we would have our perms removed, Owl was informed that the breakdown happened and what he did made it worse, he didn't apologize for it at all.

The final situation we had with him before we dropped him was between Me, Owl, Jojo and Ark (Doesn't want age to be stated, M). Owl had lost all ways to communicate on call because of a dumb action he did that caused panic to another member (reading a classified document that another person found on Bing after being told to stop). He was clearly upset and during the mix Jojo had gotten a suicidal thought but Owl had encouraged his thoughts saying shit like "Why wait? Your life of pointless". Ark stepped in and bashed Owl for this behavior and the two got into a fight before we banned Owl.

Owl let the situation drag for 5 days as he didn't try to fix what had happened or apologized for any action he done up to that point unless the entire group was against him. The some of us got together and decided a last resort plan, we would stage an intervention and give him 3-5 days (which is being nice) to fix his shit or he would be dropped. We invited him to another server and we have the intervention there. He took a while to join, nearly 40 minutes. He was informed how important it was 20 minutes in and took another 20 to join. After that he refused to join call, which I understand but it was more so, he didn't want to because he saw no reason. I told him why, he got upset at the fact we were timing him. We had the mentality that he was on our time as he did waste 5 days not doing anything but letting the situation just hang. Me and him got into it and he said he didn't care about any of our friendships (even those not there) and he wouldn't mind being dropped if we were going to pressure him to apologize for things that here his faults and try to make amends.

We dropped him however I made the choice of informing others who weren't in on the plan and told them to drop Owl. This also meant Owl could not come to America to get his dream job which requires 11 years of training because he was dropped but not only Me, who would bring him to the states and house him, but also the person who was help pitch in for his college payments and student debt. I feel bad about informing everyone about what he had said and how he acted, which included people who had no idea what was going in the background. There were people coming back who hadn't been online this entire time and being told to get rid of him. I just feel like I shouldn't had forced that decision on them, especially as a person who had been dropped by an entire friend group like that. But we been doing a lot better without him and we try not mention the situation but as time has gone on, I feel more and more terrible at the fact I put other people involved and had them remove all contact to him instead of letting them decide.

Am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #suicide cw

[pancakesandpessimism]

Okay, so hear me out: I think Camila’s an official Crime Mom™ now. 

I mean, we see that Vee and Luz graduated together, and the assumption is that it was from a human school, right?

I don’t know about you guys, but my high school required some paperwork to enroll a student. Namely A. some form of ID for the student, like a birth certificate, and B. proof that the parent trying to enroll the kid has legal guardianship over said child. Probably more stuff that my parents didn’t bother telling me about. Not to mention we see Vee playing baseball in one of the Noceda house photos, and while I’m aware this one might just be a My School/District thing, for high school we had to provide proof of ID AND a full vaccination record in order to participate in sports (this was true for school and competitive leagues). 

Now, while I’m positive Camila would make sure her babies are fully vaccinated (not just Luz and Vee, you know the whole Hexsquad got hit with a strom of shots the moment she realized these kids were trapped in a world their immune systems weren’t built to survive in), seeing a record that has ALL the vaccinations starting only a few months ago despite most getting them as infants-children miiiiiight raise some eyebrows. Especially when the student is supposedly the sister of another student whose records DO start at infancy. Not that it’s impossible for this to happen, but combining that with the fact that Vee has no birth certificate or official record of her existence to speak of, which also probably means Camila has no proof of guardianship because how do you adopt a kid who legally doesn’t exist, people would notice something’s up. 

Which then begs the question: How did Vee graduate, or get enrolled at all?

I present to you: Camila the Crime Mom™. Specifically, Camila the Identity Forger™. 

I’d like to think that’s actually what Eda and Camila were talking about in that photo where they’re sharing apple blood. Eda was trying to give Camila some tips on how to make the documents look official (she probably has plenty of practice between her history scamming people and her general knowledge of crime. Not to mention she could hook Camila up with an expert or two if necessary, she’s got Connections) and a warm welcome to the Crime Parent Squad, while Camila comes to the realization that Luz did not embellish any of her stories about Eda’s criminal acts in any way. As a matter of fact, she was probably sugarcoating a lot of stuff. 

And yes, there’s a possibility that she simply asked Gus to help them out with some illusions, but I raise you: Camila would want to do it herself because that’s her baby and she will ensure that Vee gets the education she wants without having to forfeit her new form, or any other part of herself.

Idk, it just makes me really happy to think that both of Luz’s moms not only would, but HAVE, broken the law for their kids. That is a family you Do Not want to mess with. Not to mention the idea that Camila went from letting societal pressures and her own painful experiences influence how she handled Luz’s education to committing a full on felony because fuck it, if her snake-daughter wants to go to school then she’s going to school brings a smile to my face. 

Tldr Camila Noceda remains one of the best mothers in animated history and I love her. 

#toh #the owl house #toh finale #Watching and Dreaming #toh spoilers #camila noceda #I don't talk enough about how much I adore Camila #Mother of the Year

[ostrichmonkey-games]

Hi! I would like to try my hand at making my own ttrpg, but I have NO idea where to start, tbh.

Do you have any tips? Do you know of anywhere to discuss designing this stuff?

Hey that's super exciting! TTRPG design is a ton of fun and can be super rewarding!

So some general advice, based on what I've learned and also have heard from others.

Start small! Smaller than you think! Diving straight into the deep end with a big ol' fantasy heartbreaker is the road to never getting anything done. So scope out something that you know you can finish. Maybe that's a new class or playbook for a game you already like! Maybe it's an expansion or set of new subsystems! Maybe it's an adventure (though adventure writing can be it's own can of worms, but don't let that stop you hahaha)!

If you want to go bigger, maybe look at hacking a system or engine you like! I'm a huge fan of LUMEN as a fun to pick up and experiment with engine. Also, the LUMEN SRD (system reference document) is a very nice set of "how to do LUMEN games", which is very helpful. There's also other open systems/engines/SRDs like 24XX, Caltrop Core, and Breathless that could be great to look into. Powered by the Apocalypse and Forged in the Dark are both fantastic engines/systems to design in, but are also much harder to really get the hang of (and while Blades in the Dark does provide an SRD, it's a good rules reference, but not a great "how to" reference).

If at the end of all that, you decide on making your own bespoke system, go for it! See what happens! Try and figure out the focus on what you want your system to do (generalist games are always harder to make, imo), and then really dig into that. But I think starting with SRDs/hacks/expansions is going to be a way better start than trying to do everything from scratch.

Make something and don't worry about ever sharing it! This is also just general artistic/creative advice, but the first things you make prooooobably won't be your best and that's okay! I have loads of early design material and scraps that will never see the light of day, but working on them I learned a lot! If you do want to share things, it's fine to just share it with friends, you don't need to worry about publishing or any of that. Just remember to stay focused and work towards finishing something, because then you can start on the next thing. And the next thing after that! TTRPG design is a skill that takes practice. You can try focusing on one design idea in one project, and then work on a different design idea on the next to build up your skill set.

Play, read, and run a lot of different games! It's like with writing, the more you read, the better a writer you can start to become. You learn a lot about ttrpg design by interacting with ttrpgs. If you don't have regular groups to play/run things with, then try and read a lot of different games of all different systems and styles! All that you're absorbing is going to give you fuel for your own designs, and sometimes you learn something really cool from unexpected places (like, I could not have imagined the impact that learning about a lot of OSR design stuff would have on my own design, even though I don't consider myself a strictly OSR designer).

Don't worry about what other people are making! This is just the "two cakes meme", but even if you find out someone is working on something similar, it is always worthwhile to pursue your own vision.

This is getting long, so I'll wrap up that section and move on to the second question.

I think there's a pretty solid community of TTRPG designers here on tumblr these days, so you can try getting discussions going here! I also do a lot in various discord groups. I personally really like Plus One EXP which is very friendly to newcomers and has pretty active design discussions (I also publish some stuff in print through Plus One, full disclosure).

If you're looking for more spaces, asking around there probably wouldn't hurt either.

I'm also always super down to discuss TTRPG design at like, the drop of a hat. So feel free to shout in my inbox anytime!

Best of luck on your journey, and can't wait to see what you do!

#ttrpg #indie ttrpg #ttrpg design

[sometimesibewriting]

Frustration

🍆18+ smut fic MINORS DO NOT INTERACT  🍆

✨Summary: You and Uryu are searching for something in his family's library but he can't find it. After seeing how upset he is you let him take it out on you.

🍆 Everyone is 18+ in this one shot.

📃Wordcount: 1,479

❌Warnings: Unprotective, rough smex

💙I tried to play with Uryu's personality here. I wanted to write him a little rougher here but still have his personality stay close to his canon one. That being said if he seems a little too OOC apologizes. I have so many smut fic ideas for him, but smut takes a while for me to write and edit. So there will be more in the future there just gonna take me a while to get out. （；´д｀）ゞ

"Is this not breaking and entering?" You asked as you turned another corner. "I used to live here remember," Uryu answered sternly. "You don't anymore, besides your dad-" 

"What about that man?" His voice icy. "Never mind." Your body tensed, this side of Uryu was weird to you as he was usually calm and collected. He wasn’t one to let his emotions spill out like that. But right now that wasn't the Uryu before you as the both of you walked the halls he used to live in.

He stopped in front of two heavy wooden doors and tried to push them open but they didn't budge. He sucked his teeth, pulled out his sewing kit, and began working on the lock. Uryu said his dad was at work yet you still kept a lookout, it distracted you from what the both of you were doing.

A click was heard a few minutes later he pushed the door, it opening this time. "Pretentious. He put a lock on the door because of last time." He spoke to himself. 

"Because of you finding the book." Uryu pushed up his glasses shaking his head yes. He walked in and then down the stairs as you stood there staring in awe. The place was big but something about it having a library with shelves and shelves had you floored. What even were all these books about? Did his father read them, did Uryu read any of them when he was little?

You walked down looking all around you. "This is kind of crazy." 

"He's crazy." Uryu spat as he hit the last step you followed him towards the back of the library, "So what are we looking for again?" You asked. 

"Documentation." He began pulling out books flipping through them. "Why would he hide it here? Wouldn't he have that stuff in a lock box in his office or room?"

"Ryuken knows that's the first place I would look, also given that he locked the door I would say I'm right on the money." Both of you began to flip through books you taking one side while Uryu took the other, his suggestion to make things go faster.

You didn't know how long you both spent there but you could slowly feel yourself losing your mind as you looked ahead at all the bookcases. Looking down at the watch you could see there was a lot of time left but still. You heard the sound of a book hitting the floor and walked to the source of the sound.

"Shit," Uryu shouted in frustration leaning against one of the bookshelves, the back of his head hitting the self. You walked over gently putting each hand on the side of his face not sure of what to say. That was when he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a tight hug.

His face went into the crook of your neck, you wrapped your arms around his neck he wasn't crying. It wasn't the best idea but Uryu started kissing your neck. You weren't taken back by this action and just let it happen it wasn't like this was your first time with him anyway.

Uryu worked his way up from your neck to your cheek only stopping a few inches from your face, looking at you for approval, you looked back in a way that gave him that approval. He kissed your lips softly, before deaping the kiss and pushing off the bookcase he was leaning pinning you against the opposite shelf. His hands going all over your body. Stopping at your chest to play with it through your clothes.

He moved his knee to separate your legs apart. His lips moved off of yours so you could both get air, you began rubbing your lower half against his knee glad that you wore a skirt today. Without missing a beat you took off your shirt causing him to go back in for another kiss.

This time you ceased your grinding putting your hand inbetween his legs rubbing him nice and slowly. Uryu rutted his crotch against your hand to get friction, you could feel him getting hard under your touch. His lips parted from you once more, "Can you turn around." It was said in more of a now tone than a question. But his harsher tone didn't bother you, it was kind of hot to see this side come from.

You did what he said turning your back towards him, facing the other bookshelf in front of you he pulled down your panties rather quickly. The air hitting your bare crotch. The situation the both of you were in made the sensation almost feel new. Uryu’s hand went to the clasp of the bar undoing it with ease.

He began to rub between your legs, you spread them further apart as a way to tell him you wanted more. Uryu put one finger in moving it in and out. After a while he added a second then a third, he was going nice in slow which was the norm, he enjoyed riling you up. Between the fingers and the situation, you were slowly becoming undone. Without warning he sped up his pace causing you to hold onto the bookshelf.

Uryu leaned over and said into your ear. "Remember what I said, my dad isn't going be back till one in the morning it's mid-afternoon. You can scream all you want, in fact I would like it if you would.." His tone was icy, it sounded as if he was taunting an enemy that was getting on his nerves. He pulled back and then harshly shoved back in all three of his fingers. Causing you to yelp it echoing off the empty library walls.

"Ishida." You whined.

He grabbed your chin with his free hand roughly making you look at him. "Call me by my first name I don't want to hear my last name right now." You shook your head as he pulled his fingers out of you, wondering if that was him punishing you for doing something wrong. Uryu took the bottom of your skirt lifting it over your butt. He then began to roughly rub his clouted crotch against it rough. "Fuck." He said through labored breathing holding onto the same bookcase trying to steady himself. 

Uryu pulled away, you didn't dare look at him all you could make out was the sound of him undoing his pants. It didn't take long for you to feel his bare hard-on on your buttocks wet with pre-cum. He rubbed himself against you but slowly sighing in relief.

He leaned over again kissing you softly, "Uryu." You said softly as he kissed your lips. "You always taste good to me." He deepend the kiss slipping into you with no problem. "Uryu...fuck." You managed to get out as he sunk deeper into you. He held you as he stayed leaning over you giving you time to adjust. Uryu then pulled back his hips causing you to gasp, he brought them back forward. The sound of both your bodies connecting. 

Once he got a rhythm he sped up, causing you to rock into the shelf. After a few thrusts, his hands came forward rolling your breasts together. His hands then traveled down to play with both your nipples at the same time. Your back arched, the way he always did you made you feel good. But what you were feeling now was way different than the other times you've done it together. It pushed you over the edge and you came the orgasm washing over you.

Uryu pulled out of you but wasn’t finished yet, he turned you around facing him. "Would you let me finish?" He asked breathing heavily. "Of course." You spread your legs once more, he slipped in again. He held your leg against his hip as he began trusting again this time harsher with no regard for your being. 

Your arms found their way to his shoulders holding on for dear life. His trust pushes you into the bookshelf, knocking off some of the books. He pulled out almost far enough to be out of you and then slammed back in. That was when he released into you. He held you both your panting slowing down. Uryu's face softened as he looked at you.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. You gave him a reassuring smile. "It's okay you were just frustrated." 

"Still I shouldn't have taken it out on you...like that." His voice full of regret. You took a piece of misplaced hair and put it behind his ear. "I didn't mind but I do think it shouldn't be a regular thing, let's clean up and talk about this later. Okay?" You placed a kiss on his lips as he shook his head in agreement.

#bleach #bleach fanfic #bleach fanfiction #bleach reader insert #bleach x reader #ishida x reader #uryuu ishida #uryuu x reader #uryu ishida #uryu x reader #Bleach reader insert #x reader #anime x reader #smut #x reader smut #sometimesibewriting uryu

[nicherayyy]

more la squadra x child! reader requests, you say? I GOTCHU LMAO. ok, how about a scenario were la squadra and team bucci are all meeting up for some mafia business stuff, with the meeting taking place at la squadra headquarters. however, team bucci just so happens to also have their own child who's around the same age as the reader and they brought the child along since they can't afford to leave them alone in their headquarters. so, while the meeting is happening, the reader and team bucci's child meet and begin playing with each other, talking about the teams who pretty much adopted them, and even showing each other their stands (if they have). by the time team bucci has to leave, the two children cry, still wanting to play (the reader even hugs team bucci's child as if to prevent them from having to leave LMAO), but not long before they're reassured that they can see each other again. 🥺

YAS! Our adorable reader needs a friend😭 Any suggestions for their name?

La Squadra’s Reader!Child becomes friends with Bucci Gang’s Child 

“Can I come with you? I want to see uncle Bruno.. and play with uncle Narancia”, this was the question you’ve already asked a million times. Honestly, the whole La Squadra was kinda tired of it. You actually just like it when the Bucci Gang gets to babysit you. Uncle Mista and uncle Narancia always hang out out with you, eat with you the junk food Prosciutto would never even let to look at, etc. Uncle Giorno is also funny in his own way. He makes you real butterflies from napkins! Isn’t this incredible? Although his ear trick scares you a bit..

Uncle Abbacchio’s always grumpy. But he lets you do anything you want so that’s ok. Sometimes you can convince him to play a tea party with you, just make sure not to tell others that he wore a pink tiara. Uncle Fugo tries to teach you some serious school stuff. He never even gets angry with you and controls his anger really well. And uncle Bruno is so cool! He’s kind and always agrees to play with you, even if he’s busy trying to sign this boring work related documents. 

“Alright”, Risotto sighed, finally giving up “Just make sure to be quiet, it’s an important meeting”. He can’t really say no to you, either can others.

The whole gang became more joyful when they saw you.

 “Hello there, Y/N”, Giorno smiled to you, gently patting your head. 

“We actually want you to meet someone”, Mista looked behind the living room door, where someone seemed to be hiding “Hey, don’t be shy buddy, come out”

After these words a child about your age came out from behind the door. Woah, you definitely didn’t expect that, anything but that. Your family also looked surprised. 

Now you’ve become shy, you hardly ever interacted with children your age. It’s almost funny that you’re not scared to talk to a gangster in his middle thirties, but scared to start a conversation with other children. Well, you guessed that this feeling was mutual. You just looked at each other like “and what now?”. Maybe you would look at each other like that if your thoughts hadn’t been interrupted. 

“Why don’t you two play together while we’re discussing something?”, Fugo started while other agreed, now disappearing in the other room. Well, you didn’t have any other choices, you looked at this child again, being silent.

“I can show you my room”, they said nervously, trying not to break eye contact “If you want of course”

“Sure”, you replied, taking their hand in yours “Lead the way”

The first ten minutes together were a little embracing. None of you knew what to say and there was an uncomfortable silence a few times. But after you saw a figure of your favourite cartoon character everything seemed to change. It turned out that you have a lot of common interests. You watched the same shows, read the same books and even liked the same food! After an hour you talked like an old friends. You have never laughed so hard in your life. Now you have a friend, an actual friend! Are you dreaming? And they have a stand too, pretty amazing one. For this few hours you talked about everything, especially your families.

 You told your new friend how cool your family is.

 “People think they’re scary, but they’re not! For example I’m not scared of them at all” 

“I know”, they sighed “Some people are scared of my family too. I don’t understand why..” 

Several hours had passed like that and you still had so many topics to talk about. Maybe you two could talk forever if it wasn’t time for you to go home.

“Hey kid”, Illuso looked at you from the mirror across from you “Ready to go?”

No. No you weren’t. 

“Can I stay longer?”, you pleaded, almost tearing up. Your new best friend took your hand protectively.

“Sorry but no”, he shrugged his shoulders “Everyone already waits for you”. 

In response you hugged your friend, already crying. “I’m not going anywhere without them!”, you whined.

“Everything alright there?”, Prosciutto tired of waiting knocked on the door.

“I don’t wanna go”, you replied, your friend now holding you with stronger grip. 

“You two can play tomorrow if you’re so desperate”, now Melone joined the conversation, opening the door.

“Promise?”, you stopped crying.

“Promise”, Mel smiled to you.

Still with suspicious in your eyes, you agreed.

So for now, you’re always together. Slumber parties, play dates and other stuff. You two are inseparable! Now going to the same school and hanging out afterwards, helping each other with homework and projects. Your families truly amazed what a strong bond you grew, but they’re happy for you guys. Maybe this friendship will last for years? Who knows..

#la squadra esecuzioni #la squadra di esecuzione #la squadra x reader #la squadra #bucci gang x reader #jjba vento auero #jjba part 5 #jjba x reader #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo no kimyou na bouken #risotto nero x reader #melone x reader #prosciutto x reader #pesci x reader #illuso x reader #ghiaccio x reader #formaggio x reader #bruno bucellati x reader #fugo x reader #mista x reader #giorno x reader #jjba fluff #jojo bizarre adventure #jojo part five

[dailyhelldorm]

[TL] Koga 4☆ FS2 Story / Howling at the Summit

Scenario Writer: Suika

Characters: Aoi Hinata, Himemiya Tori, Aoi Yuuta, Suou Tsukasa, Ogami Koga, Tenshouin Eichi, Sakuma Rei, Kunugi Akiomi, Aoba Tsumugi, Saegusa Ibara

Season: Autumn

Koga: Oh! I thought ya were a despicable guy, but unexpectedly ya have some good understandin' sense huh! Eichi: ...♪

[φ(゜▽゜*)♪]

Location: Rhythm Link Office

Koga: Ya want me to join the ‘Summit’?

Rei: Yes. I have work on the next scheduled ‘Summit’. Neither I nor Hasumi-kun can likely participate on that day.

So I want you to act like a step-in and partake, that’s the thing…

Koga: Then why me? Some other dudes hafta be free that day, too.

Rei: I checked the schedule. The only one who is free that day is you, Koga.

Koga: Ain’t that too sudden... Do I necessarily need to take part?

Rei: ...It is Tenshouin-kun that I’m weary of. He can use RhyLin’s vacant seat that day and try to pull some sinister schemes, which might become unfavorable for us.

And if not him, ‘Summit’ also has Saegusa-kun there. If we don’t have an exclusive, it can create an obvious opening and I would like to avoid that.

Koga: I see. In other words, ya want me to come and watch out for other agencies' weird movements, and threaten them?

Rei: I won’t say you need to go as far as threaten them. Even if it’s just a step-in but as long as RhyLin has a representative, others won’t try and think about doing any imprudent thing.

Koga: Got the gist... But for real, I can’t get hyped at all.

‘Summit’ is the place to talk about some troublesome things, right? Just thinkin’ about it already bores the shit out of me.

(...No, wait.)

(‘Summit’ is the place all the high and mighty dudes in ES come, right?)

(Ain’t this the direct chance to vent all the pent-up frustration about ES’s system and whatsoever?)

Hah! I got ya, Sakuma-senpai. I gotta join the ‘Summit’ in yer stead ♪

Location: Reception Room

Koga: (The place they hold the ‘Summit’, is this the room?)

Hinata: Ah, over here~ Ogami-senpai!

Tori: So it is real, Ogami-senpai is the substitute that participates in their stead.

Koga: What? Ya questionin’ me?

Yuuta: If you don’t understand anything, we can explain it to you. Please feel free to ask anytime, Ogami-senpai ☆

Akiomi: Please wrap up your idle talk. You should hurry and take your seat now, the ‘Summit’ is about to start.

Tsumugi: Here you go, Ogami-kun. Here are today’s documents.

Koga: Thank you, Aoba-senpai.

(Geh- It’s crammed entirely with complicated stuff...)

Eichi: Then, let us start the ‘Summit’. Firstly, let’s begin with each agency’s activity reports...

After a while

Eichi: This is StarPro’s upcoming planned events. Do you have any questions?

Koga: Zzz... ♪

Hinata: Hey, Yuuta-kun. He is definitely sleeping, right?

Yuuta: What are you even saying, Aniki? You don’t even need to ask, he is already deep in the dreamland.

Koga: ...!? That was close, I almost fell asleep.

Tori: No way, you were totally snoozing there! Even if you are trying to play it cool now, it is too late already!

Koga: Hah? Didn’t snooze. I was seriously listenin’.

Tori: Then tell me the plan Eichi-sama was talking about just now!

Koga: …Urgh. T-that shit is already written here on the documents anyway. Ya just need to read it from the paper.

Ibara: Now now, Mr. Ogami has a lot of stress built up in his body, right? ‘UNDEAD’ recently has become a chart-topping variety show's ‘unit’ too.

Koga: Argh? What was that, gotta talk some nasty shit to me now?

Akiomi: It was your fault for falling asleep just then. You should show more apprehension in this kind of meeting.

Koga: ...My bad.

But hey, why are y’all explainin' the things that have already been written on the materials anyway?

Tsukasa: Conveying the content of the materials verbally can help you implement them. It is not a particularly odd thing, isn’t it?

Koga: That’s not what I meant. Since all the agency’s representatives are sittin' here right now, we should talk about something more useful!

Tsumugi: Uhm, what does Koga-kun consider to be useful talks?

Koga: Well... about that. Like what kind of lives ya want to do, that kind of want?

If we do a rockin' live then fans will also jack up a lot! Ain’t that the thing that makes all agencies merry too ♪

Tori: Haa... You really are a child, Ogami-senpai.

Eichi: What kind of lives you want to do, you say... Fufu, quite intriguing.

Today we already disseminated all the things we need to share and our general talk has finished. There isn’t a topic that specifically needs to be brought up as well.

In that case, how about we discuss the useful talk Ogami-kun has mentioned?

Tori: Eichi-sama!?

Koga: Oh! I thought ya were a despicable guy, but unexpectedly ya have some good understandin' sense huh!

Eichi: ...♪

Tsukasa: (Tenshouin-oniisama is taking on Ogami-senpai’s idea...? What is he planning?)

Ibara: (I’m intrigued about His Eminence’s intention... For now, I should stay low and match their pace for a bit.)

Sounds like a good idea. Then, let us continue by brainstorming our configuration ☆

Tsumugi: Wah! Sounds fun~ ♪

Tori: (Whispers) Is it really fine with you, Eichi-sama?

Eichi: (Whispers) Having the same members doing the same talk in every ‘Summit’ is a monotonous thing to do.

(Whispers) At a time like this, when a new breeze is blowing in, should we try and follow along with it for a little bit?

Koga: Heheh, then I will go first! Ya lots, clean yer ears and hear me out!

Location: Seisoukan Common Room

Rei: Goodness me, Hasumi-kun is such a worrywart.

He tells me to inquire Koga directly about the ‘Summit’ discussion. He isn’t a child who can stir up some problems in just one day of being substitute.

Eichi: Yah, Sakuma-kun. You have returned.

Rei: Isn’t it you, Tenshouin-kun? My apology for not being able to join the ‘Summit’ today.

Eichi: It is not a big deal. Your substitute solidly stood his place.

Rei: About that, how was Koga? I hope he didn’t cause any trouble for Tenshouin-kun and everyone on his first ‘Summit’ partaking.

Eichi: He didn’t cause any issue at all. Rather, thanks to him, we were able to have a beneficial discussion ♪

Rei: You said you had a beneficial discussion...?

Eichi: If there is an occasion, please ask him to come again.

Well then, I will be going now.

Rei: What does he mean? Why was Tenshouin-kun happy that Koga joined them...?

Koga, what have you done at the ‘Summit’?

Koga: I thought I heard someone’s mumbles, it is just ya, Sakuma-senpai.

Rei: Oh, speak of the devil. Sorry for the suddenness, but how was today’s ‘Summit’?

Koga: Tsk, even ya asked the same question. That glasses bastard’s been blowin' up my Hold-hands and grillin' me for the same thing.

Even when I told him there wasn’t any big deal goin' on.

Rei: From your response, I can see that everything was really fine and all... But then, what’s with the attitude from that Tenshouin-kun?

Koga: Tenshouin-senpai? That was unexpected, he was a more sensible dude than I thought he would be.

Rei: Sensible, you say...? What did you talk about at the ‘Summit’?

Koga: What we talked about...

(Seems that normally they don’t talk about their ideal lives and stuff. If I just blunt straight out, won’t it become a pain in the ass later?)

...Nothing too hot.

Rei: W-what, Koga. What’s with your response...!? Was it something you couldn’t even tell me?

Koga: Not really. There is nothing I need to talk about.

Is our talk done? If so, I will go back to my room now.

Rei: Hault! ...It couldn’t be, that Koga have gotten appeased by Tenshouin-kun...?

Our talk isn’t finished yet! Hey, where are you going? Koga dear!?

Koga: Argh~! Don’t follow me!

[The end (o゜▽゜)o☆]

#translation #dorm translation #hinata aoi #tori himemiya #yuuta aoi #tsukasa suou #koga oogami #eichi tenshouin #rei sakuma #akiomi kunugi #tsumugi aoba #ibara saegusa #enstars translation

[darkmasterofcupcakes]

So basically, CWF Human AU Adam, alongside obviously being a better person, is also a healthier one, since here, there's not this thousands years old gap between his human time and modern actions, and specifically for CWF, between being a father for his sons and having fathered Vaggie.

So while CWF Adam only vaguely did stuff regarding to Vaggie once or twice, this Human AU Adam didn't really want to do father shit with Vaggie, but only a early*on thing, a majority of his mind was reassured about Lute wanting to take care of Vaggie alone, but he at least wanted it to be known he's her father at least by her, even if Lute is the main parent, which would give him room to deal with his shit and see if he feel like being a father.

Which make sense since here, Lute dealt with a less messy, and one which hasn't yet coped regarding Eve by being the worst™.

So he's definitely a bit more honest, at least to himself, that he care for Lute, so even if they aren't a full on couple, it not even being put on the official paper is what really hurt him, since he can see why Vaggie have the Guerrera name, but it doesn't mean he couldn't be on the official document.

Lute probably felt guilty about it, but felt like it was for the better.

Though this drama also explain why Adam became more of a womanizer I think, because Lute kinda closed the door to becoming his full-on romantic partner, let alone wife.

And considering Lute and Adam pretty much always stick around one another, poor Sera definitely had to care for Vaggie while her parents were being messes.

At least Vaggie didn't lacked for aunts, because Lute's army buddies (which I think, due to administrative mistakes, were all women soldiers with the exception of Adam) also stepped in.

I think Lute said to Vaggie that Adam was her Godfather prior to Vaggie learning the truth from Cain.

So, what were Vaggie and Seth's reaction to Cain's reveal of Vaggie being Adam's daughter?

Yeah, Adam is a lot healthier in the human AU, in part because his sons are all pretty active kids and while Adam isn't really into playing sports, he will usually play around with them, both when he still lived with Eve and the boys, and when they visit him at his new place following the separation and divorce. He’s not skinny by any means - he’s still got a bit of a gut, especially by the time his youngest are teenagers, but he’s got some muscle on him too.

He's definitely not looking to actually help when it comes to raising Vaggie. He can't deny that he was relieved when Lute made it clear that, if she did end up keeping the baby (because she did admit to Adam, pretty much as soon as she told him she planned to carry the pregnancy to term, that she genuinely wasn't sure if she was going to keep the baby or put it up for adoption) she would be raising them on her own and didn't expect or really want, any help from him. Which worked fine for Adam. He loved his sons, and he did take care of them when they visited, but if he was honest, he hadn't been ready for fatherhood when Cain was born, and that didn't change much, if at all, with the births of Abel and Seth, and if anything, he felt even more unprepared to even consider the idea of being a father to Lute's baby.

But he did want to be acknowledged as being Vaggie's father, even if it would only really be known by a select few people and would likely rarely come up outside of official documents. And, yeah, part of that was because part of him didn't want to completely shut the door on the idea of at least sometimes doing things a dad would do with their kid, with Vaggie. Or even just spending time with her sometimes as she got older.

He even gets into a very short argument with Lute about it, because he was honestly hurt she didn't want him even to be listed as Vaggie's father. To him, it kind of felt like a bit of an insult that she would go that far to try and deny it, but it also didn't help that, on at least some level, I do think he had started to realize he did have genuine feelings for her - which was part of why, even if he didn't plan to be actively involved with the pregnancy or the baby afterwards, he did do what he could to make sure Lute was taken care of the whole time.

And Lute does feel kind of bad about it, but tells everyone, including herself, that it's really for the best that she does this. Whether anyone would agree with her or not, especially once Vaggie learns the truth, is the real question.

It did not help at all when it came to that. I don't think Adam was really thinking that far ahead at the time - he and Lute had literally only hooked up twice before she showed up at this place and told him she was pregnant. But before that happened, he had actually started wondering about the possibility of properly asking Lute out, once his divorce was finalized. Personally he saw nothing wrong with just starting already, since he and Eve both agreed the divorce was happening and while they'd try to get along when they had to be around each other, especially for the sake of their sons, they weren't going to get back together. But after they hooked up each time, Lute did kind of scold herself for "sleeping with a married man" despite Adam's insistence that it was fine. So he decided he'd drop the whole thing until after he was no longer legally married...then she got pregnant before that could happen.

Adam did actually ask Lute about the idea that maybe they could give a real relationship a shot. It was in part his way to trying to convince her to put his name on Vaggie's birth certificate when he saw it. But Lute very firmly shot the idea down. They pretty bluntly said that they were just friends, they made some mistakes, now it was best to just pretend none of it ever happened and they should just move on with their lives. And Adam, hurt but kind of knowing he's not going to be able to change her mind, does accept the decision, if begrudgingly. And yes, this does help turn him into more of a womanizer. He gives up any desire to have proper relationships with any woman, and just starts resorting to casual short term hook ups and one night stands.

Vaggie was close to all her mother's old army buddies, who she did consider to basically be her honorary aunts. She also did sometimes try to get any of them to tell her about her father, since she had a feeling they had at least some idea, but none of them would tell her anything that actually helped her with trying to figure out who he was.

Adam is actually Vaggie's godfather, and the person who would be charged with taking care of her if anything happened to Lute. Something that Sera actually convinced her to do, by pointing out that since Adam isn't listed as Vaggie's father anywhere legally, if Lute doesn't specify a guardian for her daughter in a will or something...should anything happen to her, Vaggie would either be immediately placed into the system, or put into the care of her next of kin. Which would be Lute's parents, Agatha and Hector....and Lute pretty much knew that they'd refuse to raise Vaggie, since they don't even like that she was born, meaning her daughter would end up in foster care no matter what if she didn't do something. So after talking to Adam and making sure he'd be okay with it, Lute officially wrote up her will to leave all her possessions and assets to Vaggie, and officially named Adam as Vaggie's legal guardian, should anything happen to Lute before Vaggie is legally old enough to be on her own.

When Cain accidentally spilled the truth, Seth and Vaggie were both stunned, though Vaggie quickly became angry. She kept trying to deny it, calling Cain a liar and insisting he had no idea...but deep down she did start to wonder if it could be true, and then the anger started turning a bit towards her mother for never telling her. And she did confront Lute about it when she picked her up from the party - a confrontation that did result in a bit of an argument because of course Vaggie was angry her mother kept this secret from her for her whole life, and Lute was angry that someone else told Vaggie the truth.

#Hazbin Hotel #Adam #Lute #Vaggie #Hazbin Adam #Hazbin Lute #Hazbin Vaggie #Cradle Will Fall #Vaggie is a Guitarspear Baby AU #Human AU

[northwindow]

love your blog so much! and im wondering how you archive/document your day-to-day life and the information that you take in — whatever form: books, lyrics, trees, etc etc — ? im struggling so much w forgettttttting

i love this question! i’ve always longed to have a beautiful and consistent journal, but it’s something i struggle with maintaining organically so i’ve tried some different structures over the past few years. long-winded answer under the cut 💗

back in 2021, i was making a monthly journal on google slides which i really liked because it's so natural to integrate images. i just made a month of it public here as an example of what it was like.

from 2022 - now, i've been doing a new concept where on the last day of every season i write long, list-y answers to these prompts:

art that has been resonating with me (includes music, books, movies, visual art, anything really). i'll usually write a few words about it... "Decision to Leave dir. Park Chan-Wook—the eye shot! the eye shot with the ants crawling on it" or "'Train Ride' by Ruth Stone: 'Release, release; / between cold death and a fever, / send what you will, I will listen. / All things come to an end. / No, they go on forever.'" or "Chunky misshapen pearls and other organic, shiny shapes"

my favorite memories from the season... examples from past lists include "Swimming hole with Zoë where I stuck a twig in my hair and we waded around on our hands like crocodiles" and "Walks in my snowsuit at night, one in particular where the Gemenids meteor shower was just starting"

a checkup on 5 of my current projects/goals. currently these are 1. learn to lift weights, 2. write 50 "identical" poems, 3. write a new syllabus, 4. practice mindful spending, 5. improve at woodworking.

a checkup on 5 of my core values. currently these are 1. adventure, 2. connection, 3. play, 4. sensuality, 5. sustainability.

reevaluating projects and values to focus on next

since you mentioned wanting to remember things-- when i'm putting this together i draw extensively from my tumblr archive/likes, calendar, photos app, recent playlists, and letterboxd and storygraph accounts. curating this kind of ephemeral data into a more permanent and thoughtful record is really satisfying to me. i privately call this method "wrapped" a la spotify... like i'll have a big entry for "fall 2022 wrapped" and then "winter 2023 wrapped" and so on. i do all this on the app notion and file the seasons on one big page so it's easy to click into one and remember what i was doing and thinking about. (i also converted my dream journal to a notion database. i've logged about 300 dreams in here and love that i can tag by character/feature.)

over the years i've also kept a more classic diary via text documents that's less structured, just spitting out whatever's on my mind with the date at the top. i tend to do this frequently for a while, then ebb off, then restart another doc, rinse and repeat. i also have a few physical notebooks (including these two) but the digital stuff is way more extensive as i prefer to write on the computer.

if i were going to recommend any of this, i would say the visual format of the slides journal was really compelling because i liked the aesthetic freedom but i also love the "wrapped" lists because they seem to cut to the core of an era's texture. in the future i'd like to try to integrate these aspects together! 📓

[justblades]

𖣯 FOR THE : SLICK&SLOPPY! 500 EVENT

♡ CHARACTERS : mysta, shu + ike x gender neutral! reader

SCENARIO : INCUBI MYSTA SHU & IKE ! WC : 1.4k

WARNINGS : SMUT, MDNI. dubcon, blood drinking, cum eating, teasing, groping.

MYSTA — it was starting to feel lonely, you were starting to feel envious of couples who could indulge in their fantasies with no worries. you could get a partner yourself as well but . . . you don't want to be bound by commitments. you also don't have a big circle to fool around with. you were beginning to get tired of your toys, which are inanimate and didn't get you hot anymore. it would feel rather nice to have someone. just someone.

as you shut your eyes and turned off your phone in which erotic scenes were playing, you were then lolled into a deep sleep. a slumber that felt so comforting you could nuzzle your head in. but then, all of a sudden, the vivid place you were encompassed by transitions into dark tones, your skin feeling sticky by strange liquids. your heart starts to pound like crazy, and when you ran into nowhere, you jolt awake from a surprising weight sinking on your body. someone was on top of you.

trying to brainstorm who could be the possible people, your thoughts snap as a dyad of bright auburn wings uncurl from a particular someone's back, their canines beaming as they hiss in victory. you flipped the night lamp on the bedside swiftly, only to see a male whose characteristics looked so peculiar and wild— the fangs, wings, clothing and long nails digging lightly on your flesh.

"i heard your plead that you wish for someone to pleasure you sexually and that is the reason alone why i have descended. i'm here to milk you dry." he says, the voice sounding rather raspy underlying a menacing tone to his words. "mysta. mysta rias." casually introducing himself, you feel your consciousness cease the next, unable to believe that such folklore creatures actually exist. nonetheless, the incubus starts his deed, playing with your passed out body for his own satisfaction.

you wake up from the extreme sensation of your genitalia being ferociously licked and pumped multiple times, that each movement he does, your body instinctively flinches from the incubus. you bite back your unwanted moans from spilling out, but mysta only finds it more gratifying that you don't want to reveal your true colors to him. "playing hard to get? you still haven't told me your name yet." he says as he crashes his lush lips on yours after, the juices you creamed earlier from the oral teasing, he was now pouring into your mouth.

the liquids tasted something sweet tinged with a bit of sourness, your face crumples as he forces you to swallow them all. he breaks apart the kiss as his petrifying, gigantic wings flit, a sinister smirk next tugging the corner of his lips. "mortals . . you're all so appetizing to revel on . ." beyond belief, you couldn't do anything but lay on your bed in shock, while the incubus was doing all the movements to keep the momentum going. "that's only the first, there's still lots of things i have to do to you."

SHU — "i have no idea how to start." you tell shu as you seat yourself on the edge of his bed, arms propped on either sides of your body while you watch your partner for the project settle his school stuff down on his desk. shu lets out a short chuckle and responds, "i think i have to get the materials first." you hum in exchange and watch the male exit his room, proceeding to descens the flight of stairs to fetch the requirements in his house.

with a short span of time, shu swings the door open with a huge smile. "got it." he updates you as you proceed to whip out the handkerchief you stored in your bag. "let's begin now then." you answer, the raven haired plops down on his swivel chair as you creep up carefully behind him. proceeding to tie him the blindfold just enough to cover his sense of sight to start, you query. "i just have to document your feelings as i do this, right?"

shu nods and you carried on with the procedures for the project. gliding the cold block of ice within your fingertips on shu's arms, you could see the goosehumps breaking out on his skin the longer you brushed it past. the male also hums in shock but tried to stifle the weird noise he's been letting out. next, it was a fuzzy, furred, feathered toy. eyeing it carefully, it definitely didn't look like a basic one but you shrugged if off and focused at the matter in hand.

you slowly trail shu's neck with the object, to which his fingers move in an eccentric manner upon feeling the feathers. the next thing you knew was the blindfold got ripped open, enormous amethyst gradient horns grow on your classmate's head. your jaw falls agape witnessing everything unravel, shu looking back at you with a looming figure and facial features sharp than before. "can you come here?" much to your surprise, his voice didn't change significantly. however as you were panic-stricken, you couldn't do anything but to oblige.

you stand across him, peering straight into his soul with perplexion filling your gaze. a long tail from his back emerges into your sight, its tip being a pointed heart in shape, its color being tar black. it elongates until it reaches your body, his tail wrapping around your thighs sensually. shu watches your feigned composure break down in amusement, lips tugging upwards; the smug smile spreading wider. you have heard of incubi existing— it's just that you didn't know you'll come across with one.

"shu. . what about the project?" you ask, eyebrows furrowed as you clench your fists tightly. his tail keeps snaking above your thighs to which the tip is basically toying with your clothed genitalia— "we can do that later once i have my fill from you." he coos, lilac eyes narrowing; shu then licks his lips in anticipation. the incubus arises from his seat, towering over your wobbling stature. his pointy nails hold on to your chin, his face drawing closer to yours. "now, i wonder how do you taste like?"

IKE — your partner finally arrives at your doorstep, the familiar two toned locks of his hair welcoming your sight. you immediately jump into the male as he greets you with a tight hug, flashing you that angelic smile of his. ike's jadeite hues twinkle into two crescent moons, happy that after a week, he could finally feel you in his arms. "i missed you so much." he says and nuzzles his face on the crook of your neck, also shutting the door behind him as you two take steps inside your home.

combing his hair with your fingers, his signature scent of sage and sandalwood wafts into your nostrils, inhaling his perfume relaxes your mind most of the time. meanwhile he's still there, arms encaging your body, making you confused. "did you really miss me that much? that you're still not letting me go?" you poke fun at your significant other, but it immediately fires back when you feel his lush lips press open mouthed kisses on your neck.

they were slick, sloppy in texture that you unintentionally mewl from the sensation. come to think of it, it's been a long time since you got unholy. taking steps back and feeling the edge of the marble tabletop hitting your back, you stop on your tracks. the novelist still doesn't halt, his tongue now twirling on your sensitive spot.

"ike . ." whimpering his name just like that, his fangs then dug onto your skin, making you jolt from the feeling. the wound leaves a throbbing sensation on your neck and surprisingly, the male sips the blood coming out from holes he made. quickly distancing yourself from your partner in a nanosecond, you grasp your neck only to see blood staining your fingertips. "that's too much." a scowl paints your expression but ike heeds no mind.

he chose to approach you like nothing happened but you quickly pick up a major detail about him. his viridian irises have changed, becoming tainted of crisp cerise tint. "ike?" you try to call out to him once again; only to be met by nothing but silence. not until then, two wings sprawl out of his back followed by two curled horns on his head, nails growing longer as he continues to tread towards your figure.

"what's wrong? why are you looking at me like that?" his usual honeyed voice sounding like a sweet tone to your ears lowered while you glared daggers at the unfamiliar figure approaching you. "you're not ike." you blurt out and once you pivoted away from your partner, his wings have encompassed your figure to prevent you from escaping further. there you were pulled close into his body as he whispers to your ears. "just trust me." ike says as he rubs your sex in stimulating ways.

#꒦꒷꒦꒷ soliloquartz 500 #luxiem #luxiem x reader #luxiem smut #mysta rias #mysta rias x reader #shu yamino #shu yamino x reader #ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader

[not-poignant]

how do you have the time to write all this stuff /and/ play video games etc etc at the same time? Is it just that you write insanely fast after all these years? I have a lot of hobbies, writing being one of them, and i have such a hard time juggling them lol.

Hi anon,

So, real talk -> The reality is I don't have the time to write and play video games at the same time most of the time.

I haven't written anything since the 17th. I haven't started the next Palmarosa chapter. I'm on day 8 of not having opened a new document and writing anything.

I've edited a whole two chapters (which I suspect I have to go over again) and I've responded to some comments and asks, and that's it. No writing, no growing wordcount, I've been stagnating / not doing anything due to burnout since the 17th (I know the date because I have a giant whiteboard of completed chapters next to me).

Honestly, most of the time I don't actually have the time to read, play video games, watch television, or movies. I am too busy writing/editing/sleeping. With Toby in the mix, the small amount of media I was consuming has vanished.

Sometimes I can play certain video games while writing - these are usually low stakes video games I can endlessly put on pause and then play for five minutes at a time, like Dorfromantik and Garden Galaxy. Any kind of idler video game, like Havendock is also good for this.

Anon, you can't have a lot of hobbies and actually keep up with them and write the way I do, and therapist/s wouldn't recommend you drop all of your hobbies to write the way I do anyway. Trust me.

I had two things I wanted to start learning this year, and I haven't started learning them yet. I don't have the capacity. I had a therapist gently point out to me that if I was always at 100 in terms of output, how can I have any energy leftover for self-work and processing? The answer is: I don't. (That's actually why I've spent a week playing video games, and if anything it's just reminded me that my capacity is still at 100 and this is going to take a bit of concerted decompression).

Most of the time it's not normally quite this overwhelming. Toby has just maxed me out because he's a high energy dog who is also a puppy with Separation Anxiety, and there's no quick or easy fix for that. But most of the time it's still very intense. The list of shows I really want to watch, and books I really want to read, is very long. But I often don't have time to indulge in those things because I'm too busy writing.

A lot of the time I don't actually have the time to reread my own fics anymore, outside of editing.

This year was meant to kind of tackle that more decisively but you know then we got a puppy so... not so much.

But yeah anon, there is no 'how do you do this and do this' - you don't do one of those things, or you do it very haphazardly, in small amounts.

I do write very fast (my wordcount is 120-150wpm), but I don't edit fast (I'd tender that editing fast for most people is a bit of an oxymoron), I don't answer asks fast (some of the longer ones take me an hour to compose), etc. And even then, writing fast is not the same as the time it takes to think out the chapter, to figure out what's happening, letting it percolate etc. A lot of my life is also just resting. I lose about 2-5 hours of every afternoon to sleep or rest for example, where nothing productive happens. And I think one of the reasons I read so many manwha atm is that they're so easy to read comparatively, and so quick, and that's the only way I can really consume stories these days.

#asks and answers #what folks think they're seeing on the surface is often not is what is actually happening #those who track my wordcount on discord (where i update it) #will notice it's not been updated since the 17th #will i write anymore chapters between here and the end of the month? #i don't know #and if i don't #i will have to work even harder next month dsalkfjasfas #anyway yeah no most of your hard working creatives around you #cannot actually find the life-work balance that allows them to enjoy their lives and leisure time and their hobbies #even if they're writing about characters who are learning how to do those things #part of it is capitalism - it's hard to take a break when your antidepressants went up in price #(which is a broader ironic analogy to life in general)

[just-my-type-x]

I want to write something with Brad these upcoming days because i miss writing and also i miss him, so if u have any ideas, drop them in my inbox (would love some smut too)

I would love to combine the ideas for an imagine// you work for the vamps and the reader and Brad start to notice they’re falling for each other

Most Feels Aren't Temporary

Based on these requests and on the songs Temporary by 6lack and Right Now by The Vamps

It's not an unknown fact for the Vamps team that Brad and I dated in my high school years. Even tho his career was taking off at that moment, we knew how to manage our relationship and we knew how to make the most of it. We decided to end our relationship in my first year of uni, when i was 19, the lack of interaction being too much for both of us. No more birthday show ups, no more show ups in important moments of each other's lives. He missed my graduation, i missed their biggest festival they played because of exams. It's safe to say we knew we were the right people at the wrong time, which broke both of our hearts to admit, but it was for the better.

But in life there are no coincidences. After i finished college, i met with the impediment of not knowing what path to take in life, i had no idea what job i wanted, i had no idea what was right for me anymore. I kept talking to Kirstie even after Brad and I parter ways, thing that helped me keep in touch with the band also and i couldn't be happier to see that we worked on our misunderstandings. Later the same year i finished college, Joe offered me a job as a PR assistant, as he didn't want to make the job public and he knew i could handle the boys in the best way.

It's been 5 years and I've upgraded from assistant to manager, but I'm glad i don't get crashed by the boys doing stupid stuff that goes out to the fans. Well maybe once or twice a month, but nothing outrageous.

"Hey", Brad smiles at me as he enters my office

"Hey", i lay back on my desk chair and look at his sleepy face

"Did you sleep in here last night?", he laughs as he checks the clock on my desk. It's barely 8 in the morning

"No, smart pants, i got in here earlier because i needed to get a report done for Joe. I can't work on reports on the road because i get sick", i close my laptop and pick up my documents, Brad helping with placing the chair close to my desk

"I know", he offers me a quick smile before yawning. "I didn't know why i couldn't pick you up from your home. When Joe told me you're here, i almost told him to give you days off just because", he motions to his head and mimics and explosion. I laugh at his words and i push the exit door with my shoulder.

"You didn't have to pick me up, i could drive myself to the airport.", i sigh when i drop everything in the backseat of the car, almost bumping into Brad as he comes by my side to help me with my stuff.

"No, put it like this please, at the first sudden break, this goes to shit", he rambles as he keeps repositioning my laptop and my bag in a way to keep them in place.

"But if you put them like this, if you hit the breaks all of a sudden, by backpack is going to get the laptop to shit", i roll my eyes as i reposition my things as well, but Brad's hands take mine away. It's the first time i realise how close we are, our shoulders and arms touching each other, our faces mere centimeters apart. His hands hold mine for a little while, as we take in each other's features. His dark chocolate eyes trace my face, piercing through my own and making me hold my breath. I watch his mouth slightly smiling, causing me to blush and smile back. His pink lips make me reminisce on the old days, a quick memory of us on a date coming to my mind.

We were on the rooftop of a skyscraper right outside of London, where the light pollution isn't as big as in other parts of the city. We were cuddled up, I was resting my head on his chest, while his arms were wrapped around me. As the night went on, the meteor shower we were waiting for finally took place. Tired and pretty cold, we both got up and watched millions of rocks light up small portions of the sky. I wasn't paying attention to Brad at all anymore, but he cupped my face and kissed me hard, like I'd runaway if he backed away. The kiss grew to be a passionate one, leaving us breathless and needy for more.

"I want this kind of show when i propose to you", he said, surprised by his own words

"What if it takes another 50 years?", i laugh, never looking away from his eyes, that were more sparkling than any falling star or meteor shower.

"That, i did not think through. Are they so rare?", we both bursted out laughing and continued to watch the sky light up every now and then.

His smirk grows wider as my stare is still on his lips.

"Thinking about something naughty?", Brad tries to joke, but he clears his throat right after. I just nod and take my hands away.

I take a deep breath, careful not to show any more emotion than the one i definitely did. "If i tell you what i was thinking about, you wouldn't be able to drive straight", i wink at him and take a seat in the passenger seat.

"Uh", he stops in his tracks and can't say anything else, so he just shakes his head laughing and getting behind the wheel.

The drive to the airport is silent and i can't ignore the past few months of me working with The Vamps, especially with Brad. 5 years ago, when i started, it was so easy to be around him, but i also blame it on the fact that i was so focused on my job and pleasing everyone, that i was basically unapproachable. Joe took me to the side and told me that I'm slowly becoming an workaholic and that i should also take some free time, have fun with the band while I'm at it.

I slowly grew out of my fear of Brad and i not getting along, but he was the one to actually show and help me that our past will not define our friendship then or in the foreseeable future. However, the past few weeks had been different. When i get to the studio with the boys, I'm welcomed by a cup of my favourite coffee and a curly head that's all smiley and in a good mood, only to miss out on a few days of accompanying them and Tris, James or Con to say how Brad was a menace because he didn't agree on anything with them. Being the overthinker that i am, i started to ask myself why he would act like that, only because I'm not there.

Slowly, Brad's gestures towards me made the usual butterflies that i feel in the pit of my stomach every time i see him go even wilder, which wasn't exactly what i wanted. If it didn't work out the first time, it doesn't work the second time either, right?

"Ready for Norway?", James asks as he pulls me in a hug.

"I'm always ready for travelling", i smile as wide as possible, my excitement making everyone laugh. "And i love Norway a lot, i missed visiting it", i look towards Brad who winks at me.

"Oh, you've been there before?", Kirstie's excited tone of voice leaves a bittersweet taste in my soul as i can't match her excitement on this one.

"We went there for our 3 year anniversary. After our european tour.", Brad answers before i get the chance and i look down at my Nikes

"As you can see it's been ages since my last visit so I'm definitely looking forward to getting there", i try to make light of the situation, an unsettling feeling fixing in my chest. Why am i affected by something that happened 8 years prior to this moment? Wasn't i ok with the situation?

***

The cold air hits us as we get out of the airport. Strong wind almost lifts us off the ground as we're trying to find our 2 cars to get us to the small cottage we rented.

"This is definitely not how i remember it", i say as i grab onto the hood on my head for dear life. I earn a few laughs from Tristan and Kirstie and i almost trip over my own luggage when the wind pushes it my way.

After a 40 minute drive, we get to our cottage and unpack for the week. Festivals and vacations are an amazing deal,especially when you actually love the people you work with.

As I'm also taking the wheel and replace both Joe and Evie, i talk through with The Vamps the plans for the festival, the hour when they'll start playing and additional meetings i worked on with the Norwegian press.

"Sounds lovely, great job", Con congratulates me and we fist bump as i put the paper with the information aside. "Anyone hungry?", i ask as i check the time to see it's close to 5PM. We all get to cooking, each of us having a certain assignment. As i run out of things to do for the first course, i end up deciding to bake cupcakes so i wouldn't just stare at everyone else doing something.

"Can you make my faves?", Brad's voice comes from behind me, one of his hands resting on my hip as i measure the flour. I feel my heart drop to the floor at his request, but nod and give him a smile. He rushes to the fridge to give me 2 bananas and a bowl of strawberries and i put them away for later.

As we're waiting for the cupcakes to bake, we end up finishing our food and we starts playing games.

"Ok ok, my turn", Tris almost yells to be heard through the wave of laughter. "I once left the store without paying for my stuff. I broke into my neighbour's property to get my ball from their yard. One of my ex's dad almost beat me up because he caught me with his daughter"

"Ohhh this is tough!", Kirstie hits the table lightly with her palms. "I honestly believe they're all true"

"Everything he said can be done by him", i agree with her and Tris rolls his eyes at us.

"Well thank you", he sarcastically says and we laugh at him

"We've known him for a lifetime and i still have second thoughts on this", James rubs his chin.

"Ok, i got it i got it", i say and look Tris in the eyes. "You got beat up, BECAUSE", i put a lot of emphasis on the word because everyone gets loud and laughs. "If you were dating her at that point in life where you were stealing from damn shops, her dad found out and grounded her. So i could only see you climbing up through her window like a lil Romeo and Juliet type of moment", i take a moment to let everyone calm down from my little story and i carry on. "AND, the next day when you were mad you got beat up by her dad, you went out to play football and your ball ended up on your neighbour's property. So all of them are true, you cheated Tris! You needed a lie", i pinch him slightly as he throws his head back laughing.

"What? They're true?", Brad laughs as Tris nods at the chaotic stories.

"But I'm not done because if all of those are true, I'm gonna say that the neighbour you trespassed into the garden was your girlfriend. And you snuck in there because if you would've knocked on the door or called, you'd get jn trouble again.", i finish my story and take a sip of my beer

"I hate you", he jokes as he throws a napkin in my face. I get interrupted by the oven bipping. I go over to the kitchen to get the cupcakes out. I feel Brad's gaze linger as i disappear behind the wall.

"Don't you have a picture or something to stare at? You're getting creepy", Con jokes and Brad flips him off.

"Shut up", a light pink creeps on his cheekbones.

"What's up with you lately?"

"What do you mean?", Brad shifts in his chair

"The sudden urges to follow y/n around, the request of her to make the cupcakes your favourite kind and i saw your hand on her hip.", Con eats a chip.

"And don't forget about his behaviour when she's not around. All moody and shit", James pops a grape in his mouth.

Brad sighs and shakes his head, looking at nothing on the table. "I'm fucked, that's what's going on. I feel like i messed everything up years ago when we broke up. I know i could've done better and could've saved our relationship but i didn't, because i was selfish at some point. I was too tired and i lied to her that i can't make it to her graduation because we were in another city. Initially, i wanted to surprise her and i didn't tell her we're gonna get back earlier. But when we actually did, i couldn't find the will in me to get up early again and leave. She shrugged everything off and didn't mind that i wasn't there, i think she lied, but it made me feel better. Then our schedule didn't match at all but i never told her to come with us at different shows. She offered to take online classes for a semester, i told her not to bother. She found out about these things after we broke up, it's safe to say she didn't speak to me a while.", he scoffs as he continues, everyone listening closely." And we're getting just fine now but i see the smile on her face every time she shows up to work and i know it's because we all maks her happy because she's here with her friends, but i can't say I'm not selfish, again, and i don't wish for that smile to be, at least once, just for me, because she feels the same as i do about her. "

"And what exactly do you feel?", James raises an eyebrow, almost a mischievous smile creeping in.

"I want her back. I want to try again with her, this is what second chances are for, right? To make things better and to prove that I'll turn the wrongs into rights. Even in her college years, it was so hard to see her hanging out with all these people, but i pushed whatever feeling away because i couldn't take her back and treat her the same way as before. To make things worse, lately i get all these flashbacks from when we were together and if i don't act soon, the memories will end up wrecking me.", he taps nervously on the table as everyone's silent after his confession.

"Ok, they're ready and delicious, but they're hot so be careful. Especially you, Tris.", i say as i come back with two plates full of cupcakes.

"What's that supposed to mean?", a fake hurt squeal comes from him

"Because you want to devour whatever is in front of you", we laugh and he agrees.

"I would've had a very naughty answer for you but i can't do this to someone at the table", he laughs and looks at Brad, who's nervously rubbing his chin.

"Oh by all means, i wanna know what you're capable of. Alice asked me about you, i wanna see if you're worthy of her time", i rest one hand on my hip and watch his eyes sparkle with interest.

"I would've said that if i wanted to devour everything that's in front of me, my dessert would've been you, not the cupcakes", be shoots me an innocent smile as i laugh and blush at his statement. We all laugh and i take a seat back next to Connor.

"You're a dead man", Brad says smiling and we giggle a little more before digging into our sweets.

***

Hours later I'm left alone with Brad in the big living room. I stretch myself when i get up off the couch and i yawn.

"No, don't go", Brad whispers as sleepy as me, as he grabs my hand and pulls me in front of him, looking up in my eyes.

"It's late, Bradley, let's go to sleep", i offer to pull him off the couch but he stays put. Instead, he pulls a bit more by my arms and i end up sitting on his lap, my legs on his side, as my hand are glued to his chest. I take in his scent and i close my eyes to take in the moment and the feeling of him.

"Can i sleep with you? Please? It's been so long since", he brushes his nose on mine and i hold my breath because of how intimate this moment is. "I miss you. And this", he puts a hand over my hands, "isn't enough for me. I miss your touches that are more than just mistakes because we want to grab the same thing, i miss your smiles that are just for me, not for everyone else in the room", he stops, cupping my cheek with his hand, making me look into his eyes. His thumb brushes over my lips, lingering on the bottom one and tracing its shape slowly. "And these lips, y/n you don't understand how desperate I am without them"

With no mind of my own, i press my lips on his, taking him by surprise, almost pulling away at my sudden action. He kisses me back, holding me by the back of my neck, while one of hands runs through his curls. He traces my lip with his tongue and i part my lips to let his tongue slide in. We bite on our lips, suck and taste each other and he helps me change positions to straddle him, his hands not going lower than the small of my back, earning a soft, annoyed moan. He chuckles at my reaction and pulls away. He kisses me one more time and i climb down from him. Confused, he raises a brow.

"Bradley, this won't work."

"It will, because I'm 100% ready to start again with you. The break up was mostly my fault, but i can assure you that my feelings for you weren't temporary. And I'm sure i wasn't supposed to feel this way in case my feelings were long gone", he confesses and i rub my forehead

"What are you feeling?"

"Love. I feel like i love you still, like we never broke up and like we are mature enough to face the reality. I never got over you and i don't know if it's because you work for us, but I'm sure i wouldn't had been able to move on from you ever. Give me one more chance to prove to you how much you mean to me. We don't have to do everything right just yet, but we're right now, in this moment and if i lose you, I'm afraid I'll never get you back. I can't let you slip away. ", his handa cup my face again and i cup his, brushing by thumbs over his cheekbones.

"Ok, and i promise to always be by your side ans support you more than i ever did in the past. I know i also did some wrong things, which i will always regret. I know you're right for me and as most people are temporary, i know we're not temporary for each other. ", i close the gap between us, as my lips glue to his, the familiar feeling of the shape of his mouth seems to have never disappeared in the first place.

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