#they really caught onto the vibes real quick

[bensonnstabler]

if i had a nickel for every time i got emotionally invested in a percy jackson adaptation for it to inevitable fuck itself through plot deviations and unecessary additions, i'd have two nickels

which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

#the more i think about it the more it makes me want to jump into tartarus myself #i digress that the series cast is amazing tho #they really caught onto the vibes real quick #its a shame they've been given shitty writing and direction to compete with #is this anything/has been done yet #pjo tv crit #pjo crit #pjo show crit #pjo

[billthedrake]

TELEPHONE POLE

If it hadn't been for the lousy weather on the long weekend, Frank Grisholm may never have taken the chance. But he'd spent two days straight in his apartment, edging for hours with a vial of poppers, a tub of Albolene, and a collection of his favorite dildos, some quite impressive in size. The former D1 football player had a life change at 30, but for as long as it took for him to come out, it had taken less than a year for the muscled 6'5" hunk to realize he craved to have his hole worked over.

Just like grocery shopping when you're hungry, you should never log onto the apps when you've been marathon masturbating. But Frank couldn't help himself. Something about the dildos felt second-best that day. He scrolled through some familiar profiles, holding his phone in his right hand while his left slowly sawed a black-rubber Big Boy in and out of his ass.

He saw a couple of tops he'd hooked up with. Not fuck buddies, but maybe he could reach out for a repeat. Only his attention was caught by a new profile. Or at least new to Frank. The picture was PG rated. Well, R rated, maybe. A picture of a guys' shorts with a huge ridge filling out the package. The profile listed the vital stats. 20 years old, 5'9, 155#, top.

But the dick pick is what got Frank excited, and maybe a little scared. He'd never seen a dick as fat as this. Sometimes guys used the term "beer can" for cocks that probably weren't quite as big and round as an actual beer can. Unless images deceived, this one was fatter than one. It was a bludgeon of a cock that looked like a butt plug, slightly torpedo shaped with two heavy balls clinging to the stalk and a tuft of dark brown pubes behind it.

Then there was the rest of the writing:

THE REAL DEAL. This isn't photoshopped, fellas. It's a tree trunk cock ready to plow some experienced muscle ass.

TURN ONS: Masculine men, linebacker builds, meaty asses. Older guys cool. Cunt training. Seeing that gape.

TURN OFFS: Guys who pussy out. Condoms. Drugged out dudes (poppers and 420 ok)

FRONT OF THE LINE: NO FOREPLAY fucks. Military men.

I need serious takers only.

Frank had enjoyed some intense dildo play, for sure. Even back in his 20s, he had a secret stash of them, and he'd use them on himself whenever his fiancee was out. It was a lie he kept up, until his 30th birthday. He splurged and rented an escort on a business trip to Atlanta. He had to scratch that itch, to get it out of his system.

Only it was the best sex of his life. That big cocked escort had fucked the ex-jock to two toe-curling orgasms in quick succession. He didn't even charge Frank for going over the time.

The next week, Frank called off his engagement and started making plans to get a job in a city, a real city.

"Hey," he now typed. He was actually intimidated to reach out to Mr. Tree Trunk.

But he got a quick, flirty reply. "Hi man. You're fucking hot."

"Thanks," Frank said. Maybe it was the kid's age, or just that sheer cock size, but he didn't expect this easy rapport with the messaging. Frank revealed that he'd been edging all afternoon. Jake said he was taking a study break because he was really horny.

"Feel like coming over man? I'd love to pound your ass." The direct approach might not always work, but in Frank's worked up state, it was just his speed.

"Sounds hot," he wrote. "But I won't lie, that monster scares me."

"You a noob?" came the reply.

Frank had a sudden fear he'd killed the vibe and spoiled his chance to get laid. But his asshole would thank him, he decided. "Not to bottoming," the man replied. "I have some big toys, too."

"Hot," the college dude wrote. "I like breaking in new dudes. I won't hurt ya. Promise."

"That's tempting," Frank replied. "I'm so frickin horny."

"Me too man. Let's do this. My roommate is gone for the weekend." Jake sent his dorm name at one of the universities not far from where Frank lived. "I need to get back to my studying soon, but I wanna get my rocks off, bad."

It felt tawdry as hell, but the 32-year-old got cleaned up and dressed and made his way over to Jake's campus. Frank texted him when he was close, and Jake was down in the lobby waiting for him. The tall, almost beefy man blushed when he thought how transparent this was, being some college kid's booty call. But what the fuck, Jake was an adult, Frank was an adult, and it's not like anyone there knew the man.

"You're even hotter in person," Jake growled as they made our way to his room. He was wearing just some shorts and T-shirt and flip flops, with a college ball cap. He had a soccer player look about him, not a competitive one, maybe, but that tone, lean-muscled look accentuated by his ruddy cheeks and cute face. His body was buff for a college kid's, but his face looked younger.

Jake may have been in a rush, but Frank had to give him credit, he took his time. They sat on his twin dorm bed and made out, then lay back. The ex-jock had never made it with a dude this much younger than him, but the fact Jake had a massive cock gave that age differential a certain thrill. And when the college dude started tugging at Frank's sweatshirt, that put the man in a real bottomy mood.

"Fuck," Jake growled as he lifted Frank's arm and started feasting on the furry pit. The swipe of his tongue sent goosebumps down the bigger, more muscular body. Jake kissed along the chest, then munched at the other pit.

When they finally kissed again, both could feel the temperature rising. Frank reached down and massaged that fat boner in Jake's shorts.

"Wanna see it?" he asked. Boasting.

Frank nodded. "Please."

"Big muscle guy is a frickin size queen, aren't ya?" Jake wasn't a dom, not exactly. He mostly loved the physicality of sex. But he also knew he had 7 incredibly fat inches calling the shorts.

He undid his shorts and there in the flesh, Frank learned that in fact no Photoshop was involved. He was staring at the most colossal prick he'd ever seen or could imagine.

Like a hungry power bottom the big man scrambled to get down and lick it. He actually tried to work the head between his lips, but that cock was too fat.

Jake gently massaged my short hair and laughed. "Don't worry, dude, I've only met one guy who can suck me."

Frank Grisholm felt sad he wasn't that guy. And more than a little ashamed for his lust for that tool. The college kid was cute as fuck but it was the monster meat between his legs that had me acting like a slut. "OK if I lick some more?"

"Be my guest," Jake said, hands on his hips as the man laved him. The thing about dicks that big is they're generally not as hard as smaller cocks. Too much blood flow needed for all that vascular tissue. But as Frank licked him, Jake grew harder and definitely sported a fuck hardon now.

"On your back, man," he hissed. "I wanna eat your hot hole."

The big man did as instructed and when he pulled those meaty legs back, Jake actually whistled before getting down into place. He stared at Frank's pucker and gently ran his finger around it. "So nice... you have a little looseness." He looked up at the guy, a horny expresion on his face. "You been playing with your toys all day, huh?"

Frank nodded. "Yeah. But none of them are as thick as you, kid."

That made Jake smile. "Should be a tight fuck, then," he growled and dove in to lick the hole.

Frank loved every part of this. On his back in some goddamn college drom room getting a very eager and skilled rim job. He had to imagine Jake's endowment meant he had a good deal of experience, if he wanted it. Now he softly urged the college stud in a deep gravely voice, coaxing to lick him deep.

The rimming didn't last TOO long. Maybe five minutes. But Frank's hole felt alive and ready. There had been too much stimulation and edging and now he wanted it.

Jake wasn't giving him a chance to back out. At least not unless and until the big guy said no. He slathered on some milky viscous lube, and Frank realized he'd seen it in some toy play videos. The college kid was actually nervous as he pushed that first fat inch past Frank's ring.

The ex-footballer wanted this, bad. But the entry stung and he did his best to hold back a wince.

Jake looked on concerned but also majorly turned on. "Yeah, man, first time's a bitch," he said. "But you got it." He reached down and ran his hands along Frank's beefy furry front. "I'm in ya now, buddy. So just relax and let me in."

Frank took a couple of deep breaths until he decided the heavy breathing was making him tense up.

"Want some poppers?" Jake asked.

"Um, yeah," Frank said. Sometimes they gave him a headache afterwards, but that would be worth it if it allowed him to take this massive cock.

Jake walked as the big guy huffed the fumes. "You're just my fucking type, man," He said excitedly as he fisted that tree trunk meat and added some extra viscous lube.

Frank screwed the cap back on the vial and lay it down on the mattress. He nodded up at Jake.

The poppers rush coincided with the college kid's second entry. That humongous prick was boring right into that slick ass and Frank's body was letting it.

"Fuck!" the big man growled. "You're huge."

"You like huge," Jake said in his turned on voice. He pressed on, feeling a crazy snugness but not an outright clenching of the man's guts, like he usually did with noobies. Soon he felt his balls press against that muscle ass. "I was right, man. You're tight as fuck."

Frank had lost his hardon earlier but the idea he had that giant dong buried all the way up him turned him on and made his cock bone up. He reached down and scooped up some extra lube and applied it to his cock.

Jake was now sawing in and out. Not a lot. But priming the pump. "Not gonna last long today, I'm afraid," he grunted. "Too fucking tight."

"That's OK," Frank said.

Jake nodded down to the poppers. "Take another hit," he urged. "You'll need it."

The ex-jock did just that. Then enjoyed the wave of warmth in his body. Jake was fucking now. Heavy full strokes. It wasn't rough or hard or fast, but with a tree trunk dick, it didn't have to be. Hands down, it was the most intense fucking Frank Grisholm had ever experienced. He tugged at his regular-sized boner and felt jolts of pleasure. His prostate was downright flattened by that torpedo-tapered dong, which sawed over it over and over.

"Shit!" Jake hissed. As he came, that was the only time he lost control, his hips jerking harder and fast as that bazooka blasted deep inside Frank. He'd actually had bottoms pass out with that part, but Jake couldn't help himself. When he was mid-nut, nature took over.

Fortunately, that extra intensity pushed Frank to the hardest cum of his life. Pleasurable to the point of hurting as ropes of seed got pushed out.

Before the poppers wore off, Jake was pulling back, very slowly. With size comes responsibility, and Jake was always careful in the dismount, at least until he knew a bottom was well trained for some rougher stuff.

His eyes were fixated on Frank's well-fucked hole. "Damn, that's one hell of a gape!" he enthused. "Fucking beautiful."

Frank felt exposed and slutty but the fact this kid liked his wide-open cummy hole made him less self-conscious.

"I wish I had more time to play with that," Jake said softly, actually wistfully as his fingers traced the gaping rim. "Is my finger OK, man?" he asked.

Frank winced a little. "I'm a little tender. But go ahead."

Jake was like a kid in the candy store as he examined his handiwork. The man's pucker was a little red and a lot stretched, though it was closing back up before his eyes. Frank leaned back and watched that giant college dong shrink to a soft elephant trunk.

Jake looked at Frank with a leer. "You think you'd ever be up for cunt training, man? You have an amazing pussy."

Two years ago, Frank would have objected to those terms. Now, he was OK with them. "What do you mean, cunt training?"

Jake smirked. "I've given some guys real big pussy lips, just by fucking regularly." He added, "though some of the dudes have also used toys. Either way, it's hot as fuck."

"I dunno," Frank hissed. He'd loved everything about taking on the challenge of Jake's cock, but he didn't want to be a freak or anything.

"Just think about it, man," he urged. He pulled up his finger and licked off the fuck juice from it. "You'd have a lot of fun doing it."

Jake patted his meaty thigh. "Listen, I really do need to study for my midterm. But dude, that was incredible... I'm glad you hit me up."

"Me too," Frank said sheepishly, gathering his energy to get dressed again. The popper headache was coming on, but he'd been right: this was all worth it.

"Seriously man," Jake said as he slipped his shorts back on over that soft heavy, flopping meat. "Let me know if you want a repeat. I'm not looking to date or anything, but it would be hot to have a longer session."

"We'll see," Frank answered, but with an encouraging smile. Jake stepped up for one last kiss, then Frank was off.

The whole way home, the ex-jock's hole felt tender and used, but that very feeling made him smile.

#drakestories

[mythicalmyles]

My bestie inspired this one yet again @jeffsfavoriteknife

(18+, teasing, rough, public)

You could feel the music vibrating through the bar, the laminated surface was smooth against your arms as they lay crossed against it. You exhaled through your nose as you picked your drink up, eagerly finishing it and slamming it against the bar.

The girl behind the bar gave you a sympathetic smile as she picked up another glass and refilled it, dropping it in front of you before wandering off to another customer. You grabbed up the glass and downed half of it, turning around to watch as everyone danced their hearts out. Envy filled you, your eyes sweeping through the crowd. You paused when you noticed another man down the bar, you felt heat creep onto your face as you gazed at him. Bright colourful lights bounced off his pale skin, his dark eyes has purple bags ringing them and he had this, frightening vibe to him. He almost looked as if he was hunting, his eyes searching through the crowd.

You couldn’t deny the fact it made you want to know more about the dark angry looking man. You almost stood to walk to him, a heavy pang slamming into your lungs. You quickly turned and finished your drink, mind ringing as negative thoughts began imbedding themselves into your mind. Biting your lip as your mind began to tear your apart, tears stung at your eyes as you quickly made your way out of the club.

The night air was cold, biting deep into your flesh. Your shoulders jumped up as your tried pulling your coat around yourself, cursing at your lack of foresight.

Pathetic. Worthless. Disgusting. Loser.

Your mind seemed to ring out with every slam of your feet, your hand wrapping around your own mouth trying to stifle the cries that desperately burned at your throat. You hazed out as you came to an alleyway, quickly turning into it and running as far down it as you could. You gasped as you suddenly slipped, falling flat onto your face. You couldn’t stop the sobs as you held onto your face, pain consuming your senses.

The sudden feeling of hands on your shoulders had you bolting away from the intruder, wide (e/c) eyes meeting dark brown. You swore time paused as you both stared at each other. “Hello cu-cutie.” His voice startled you, it was deep and rough. Almost as if he hadn’t spoken in a while.

He grabbed you up by the shirt, digits twisting the fabric as he slammed your lips together. He moved so quick you barley even had time to register until you were recovering from being shoved up against a wall.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands gripped your hips, sliding a leg in between your thighs and grinding you down. Your hands ended up twisted in his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. He growled into your kiss, tongue twisting around in your mouth as drool dripped down your chins.

The alcohol had your temperature riding quick, heat scorching through your bodies as you groped each other. His breath was hot and ragged against your face, he pushed you against the wall so hard you thought you might pass out. You could feel yourself getting dizzy, too caught up in kissing Toby to breathe. You couldn’t help but grind down onto his thigh, moaning low in the back of your throat. He pulled away to look at you, his tired brown eyes had a look that made you grind down faster. You gasped and moaned as Toby sucked at your neck, licking over the bruises he left in his wake.

He nibbled down to your collarbone, arms wrapping around your waist. You threw your head back against the concrete building, wondering if this was really happening or if you had passed out in the alleyway.

But he felt so real, his skin was cold and clammy against yours. His mouth tasted vaguely like cigarettes and cheap coffee, it pulled you in like a fish on a hook. He smelt like sweat, and a forest almost like he had been rolling around in dirt. It would explain the gritty feeling on your hands when you grasped his biceps. They flexed under your hands, he felt really strong. You couldn’t stop your hands running down his chest, feeling his defined chest under his jacket and shuddering,

You didn’t know his name, but you knew you never wanted this to end. His forearms where pretty strong too, you had never felt so secure in your life. Despite the cool air you could feel sweat begin to form on your skin, clothes beginning to stick to your bodies.

When you finally separated you were left huffing and panting, staring into each others eyes. Time paused for a moment, the way his hair was swept by the soft wind had your heart fluttering. Desperately you pulled him back into your lips, his hands sliding down the back of your trousers and grabbing your ass.

You whined as he ground against you, fingers pressing against your hole and tugging apart. His digits rubbed against you and you pulled away from him to bury your head in his neck. You took deep breaths into his neck, shuddering against you and whining when he pulled his hands out of your jeans. "Cal-calm it cutie." He smirked before pulling you back by the scruff of the neck, sliding three fingers inbetween your lips.

You wasted no time in sucking on his digits, tongue running over fingers as drool slipped down your chin. You looked up at him with wide eyes and he growled, taking his fingers from your mouth and sliding his hands back down into your pants. You shook in his arms as his wet finger prodded at your hole for a moment before sliding in, you parted your lips and sucked in a breath.

You tried your best to not tense at the intrusion, biting your lip and moaning when he began wiggling the digit inside of you. Ecstasy flooded your brain, it felt amazing having his hands on you. Every thought left your mind, eyes hazing out as Toby slid another finger into you, stretching you out.

Despite the burn you ground your hips back onto his digits, the feeling of his fingers scissoring you drove you nuts. He'd occasionally sliding against your prostate, grinning as you twisted and moaned in his arms. "Ple-please." You whined out, desperately fucking yourself against his fingers.

"Toby." He mumbled out as he nibbled along your jaw, occasionally sucking bruises into your flesh. You practically purred into his ear when he slid another into you, he continued to tease you. Your increasingly desperate plea's all went straight to his cock, which he ground against the top of your thigh.

"To-Toby plea-lease." You sobbed out, looking at him with a face full of desperation. You chanted his name between begging him, you choked his name out twice before he all but ripped his fingers from you, hands grabbing your hips and spinning you around. He pushed your jeans down and groped at your ass, hands squeezing and pulling the flesh.

Your nails dug into the wall, pushing your ass towards Toby. "Yo-you're practically cr-crying for my cock." Toby giggled to himself, filled with glee as he turned you into a moaning mess. It felt dirty, having a complete stranger turn you into a crying mess in an alleyway. "You loo-look so pre-tty with my cock buri-ed-ed in y-you (Name)." He babbled away to himself as he began fucking you at a break neck speed.

The fact you hadn't told him your name didn't even cross your mind and if it had it was quickly fucked right back out. The words he groaned into your ear could make a nun collapse, it was filthy. Your face burned with shame but you felt the band inside of you snap as you came over the alley's wall.

Toby's hand slammed over your mouth to stop you screaming as your orgasm smashed into you, body twitching against Toby's as your eyes rolled back and your body sank into his arms. You felt boneless against him, wrapped tight around his cock, you tightened around him and he choked behind you before painting your insides white with his cum.

He leaned against you, pressing you into the wall as he panted against the back of your neck. You both took a moment to catch your breaths and collect yourselves. You pulled up your jeans and did up your belt, basking in afterglow against the wall as you watched him tuck himself back in.

"Wanna come back to mine?" You felt embarrassed as soon as the words left your mouth, Toby chuckled. "Yeah, I'd like that." You didn't see the triumphant look painted across his face as he walked side by side with you, arm slung over your shoulders and keeping you tucked into his side.

#ticci toby x male reader #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby x malereader #ticci toby x male!reader #ticci toby #toby rogers x reader #toby rogers x malereader #toby rogers x male reader #toby rogers x male!reader #toby rogers #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x male reader #creepy pasta x reader #creepypasta x male!reader #creepy pasta x male!reader #creepy pasta x male reader #creepy pasta x malereader #myfic

[parkerflix]

—high hopes

ethan landry x gn!reader + hint of chad meeks-martin x gn!reader

wc: 0.8k

genre: angst, love triangle, open ended ending, e2l & f2l, e2l is one sided thought yk the vibes

synopsis: ethan held out hope that his thoughts were wrong.

a/n: for like the 3 people who asked for a part 2 to i hate u <3, ily ! also i am opening requests! send wtv my way and i’ll try my best!

taglist! @l5byrinth @knightinshiningdenimjeans @pedrettilov3r

ethan had always had an inkling of a crush on you. it wasn’t something you had seemed to be aware of, and he was grateful that you weren’t. unlike him, he was perceptive on your feelings & the feelings of others around him.

so when he had introduced you to his friend group, his interest was piqued when chad, the nicest one out of all of them seemingly disliked you.

he hadn’t bothered to confront chad about it, mainly because he just seemed to steer clear of you. ethan knew it bugged you, and you weren’t sure how to fix it. he didn’t want to tell you that chad was acting that way because he liked you, that might just ruin his chances.

he was always acutely aware of how you tended when chad came into the room whenever you were over, or how you would try to converse with him and get chad to join whatever you were doing. ethan figured you acted like that to try to get on chad’s good side, never quite understanding why you weren’t liked by him.

today was different than most days, you hadn’t come over due to having an impromptu study session with mindy. ethan understood that you were busy, but he was missing your presence in the dorm. you were over more often than not, and if you weren’t at his place you was at yours instead.

he was laying on his bed, trying to write his philosophy paper when he heard the jingling of keys. chad wasn’t aware, but ethan had managed to make you your own copy of their key. turning his head, his heart swelled with hope that it was you, coming over even though it was later than you normally came.

unfortunately for him, it was just chad, giving him a wave and closing the door. he was busy seemingly on the phone with someone, dropping the bags of takeout on their wobbly table.

chad made his way over to his bed, flopping onto the mattress, and ethan just eyed him curiously. chad finished his conversation and hung up, taking a quick glance around the room, a frown appearing on his face before it was replaced with a nonchalant look. ethan had caught the frown, not wanting to confront the bigger man.

“where’s your friend?” chad asked, catching ethan off guard.

ethan made his way from the bed to the table, rummaging through the takeout bags. chad had picked up italian (your favorite). he saw at the bottom of the bag what presumably was your food, your favorite from the restaurant.

“uhm, they’re with mindy for a study session.”

chad let out a hum, going back to his phone and letting the conversation die.

ethan grabbed his food, sitting on his bed, fiddling with the container lid trying to sort his thoughts.

“do you like them?” the words had left his mouth quicker than he could register it.

“what?” chad quickly looked up from his phone, eyeing ethan.

“it’s a simple question, do you like them?”

chad rolled his eyes, sitting up on the mattress.

“no.”

“you’re a horrible liar.”

“what does it matter anyways?”

ethan stilled at the question. he had known you for what felt like forever, and he had yet to make a move. he wasn’t even fully sure if you shared the same feelings, not with you focusing on chad every time he was near.

“it just matters.”

“that’s a shit answer dude.”

“and?”

“you can’t just question people if they like someone out of the blue for no real reason.”

“it mattering is reason enough.”

chad exhaled loudly, a sign he was starting to get agitated.

“it’s really not, do you have something to say to me?”

“do you like them?” ethan asked, hoping to get a truthful answer out of his roommate.

chad ran a hand through his hair, quiet for a moment before answering.

“not that it matters, but i do. but i’m not expecting nor do i want something to happen.”

ethan knew chad was lying with that second statement, he had seen the way chad secretly took care of you, not wanting you to know. he let out a sigh, running his hand over his face.

“i knew it. fuck why do you have to like the same person i like?”

both of them got quiet after that, a beat of silence before they both heard the sounds of your tamogachi keychain, signaling you were there.

you opened the door, and waved to both of them, neither one of them moving. after closing and locking the door, you made a beeline for the table, picking up your food.

“my favorite! you guys are seriously the best.”

chad had a pained look on his face, making your heart clench for some reason. ethan seemingly had enough of whatever moment you were having with chad, grabbing his coat and walking out the front door, muttering something unintelligible.

you stared at the door, not knowing who you should check on, whether it be ethan or chad.

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry fic #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry #ethan landry x you #ethan landry angst #chad meeks martin x reader #chad meeks martin x you #chad meeks martin #chad meeks x reader #jack champion x reader #mason gooding #jack champion #scream #scream 6 #scream fanfic #scream imagine

[vixendoesstuff]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

ALRIGHT, SO-

World Tour, where (please excuse my language) shit hits the fan, for real. My notes on this saga is hectic and convoluted, so I'll try to make some sense of it for this post. If you have any questions, feel free to ask in the askbox or my DM's, whichever you prefer.

I wanted to do bullet points for this, but maybe most Tumblr users prefer to read long paragraphs than bullet points, since my posts not having bullet points do better? IDK, I've only been on Tumblr for like, a year at best so forgive this soul for her cluelessness lol.

And also, depending on how much I've typed, I might have to split this saga into three parts, 'cause I know y'all don't actually want to read a really long post that took up three scrolls wide lol.

Anyway--let's start this crazy train.

So, the story begins the same way as it is in the movie--opening shot with Cloud Guy giving a quick recap about the first movie, and then the next shot panning towards the Techno Trolls (ay, Branch's tribe, let's go!). Unfortunately, the amount of screentime (or appearance in this case) they got here minimal, since we're focusing on Branch and co.

But anyway, same thing happened, King Trollex hosting the rave, Barb barges in demanding his string and destroyed Techno Reef to get him to comply, same old. Poor guy, honestly, he just wanted to vibe.

Next shot pans to Pop Village, same thing there. Everyone is smiling and singing and dancing (with Techno!Branch joining in, look at that! Since he can't extend his hair like everyone else, he relies on acrobatics and just generally hang onto someone ((mostly Poppy)) whenever they swing on the trees with their hair). Branch tries to confess his love to Poppy, but got friendzoned unintentionally by her (ouch). Then Barb's bat pet thing comes in, and King Peppy's history lesson.

They're not the only ones here in this world. There are other trolls out there; Pop, Hard Rock, Classical, Country, Funk, and Techno.

This is where it gets interesting. At this point in time, Branch has all but accepted that he's possibly the only Troll in the village that looks the way he does. That he's the only one that ever existed in the world. It's why he and Cooper has a sort of closer bond with eachother in this AU : different Troll (tribe, but not that they knew this yet) solidarity. Sure, he was curious once, like how come is egg was in the Troll Tree, why does he look different, ect. But now he's more than content with his current predicament. He has friends now, something to look foward to; he was happy, after so long.

But now with the news that there are other Trolls out there, different from the rest, his past yearning came back to life. And while King Peppy hadn't said it outright, his lack of words all but confirmed Branch's suspicions. That he's not the only one out there. And from what he saw in the scrapbook, he can pinpoint which one of the tribes he supposedly belongs to; Techno.

Then we cut to when Poppy packs up to leave and got caught by Branch. The same argument happens, with the addition of Poppy saying that because there are different Trolls out there, then shouldn't Branch be curious about them? Who knows, maybe there's a tribe that looks exactly like him! Branch refuted by saying that, even if there was a tribe just for him, how would he connect to them? He's been living as a "Pop Troll" his whole life, what connection can he form with these hypothetical Trolls (identity issues go brrr)? What if they found out that he's gone Grey for almost all his life? If the Pop Trolls, who has known him since he was born, didn't react well to his whole Grey-ness; what are the chances his own kind would react badly to the news? Or worse, reject him outright.

Before he could go on, boom! Cooper appears from the shadows and said something like, "That's not how you really think, ain't it Branch?". They were surprised he's there, and then they exchange some more dialouge sort of expressing Branch's concern about not fitting in with his hypothetical tribe out there, and shed some light on Coopers concern as well about wanting to find you who you really, and even if you don't fit in atleast you know the truth now, that sort of stuff. IDK, I'm not great at writing angst, lol.

Anyway, after some convincing from Poppy, Branch relented and decides to accompany her (even if he denies it, he wants to know if his people is out there). Cooper also wants to come along, and while Branch refuses for his own safety, Poppy allows it in the condition that he sticks with them at all times. So, the three sets of to explore the entire Troll Kingdom, to "reunite" all the tribes and make one big party at Queen Barb's World Tour.

Little did they know just what kinds of trouble they'll encounter on their journey.

Woah, plot twist, Cooper actually comes along instead of going on a solo journey this time around! He replaces Biggie in this! What a shocker! Shocked emoji!

Admitedly, while it's funny the first time, Cooper's solo adventure is... I don't wanna be too rude about it, but it's sort of unnecessary in the big run? I mean, not entirely unnecessary, but like, if you remove that and just have him go along with Poppy and co., nothing major would change. He'd still be reunited with his family in Vibe City, except this time he'll have a first time reaction to the history of the Strings and see the truth of it, y'know what I mean?

But anyway, Poppy, Branch and Cooper's gonna explore the world of other genres. I don't think much will change with his inclusion, but the reactions will be far more varied, me thinks. Stay tuned for the next part, 'cause wow did not expect this part of the series to be so convoluted lol.

Also I had wanted to include some scene redraws from the movie with new implemented elements for this AU, but artblock is gripping me tight and college is starting soon, so I won't have much time to draw than I do write. So, yeah, hope y'all don't mind lol. I'll definitely do some artwork for this AU in the future though, believe it!

Until next time!

#reason why biggie isnt here #its cause cooper noticed the cotton candy pile is noticably diminished #so he went to check it out #and lo and behold #biggie was there #he was easily conviced to not comr along with them #not that he wanted to in the first place #by the condition that he tells peppy whats going on and not to worry #and in the meantime set up some defences to defend the village from a possible attack #he wouldnt be wrong to do so later on #winky face #branch trolls #trolls #techno!branch au #trolls world tour #trolls poppy #trolls cooper #trolls king peppy #trolls barb #trolls king trollex

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

PLAYBOY!

sae’s notoriously prideful, always presenting himself as the cold rising genius who’s nothing short of a god-given gift to the world of soccer. though, you’re quickly thrown for a loop when he shows up at your door—with his soccer uniform swapped for a playboy bunny outfit.

gender neutral reader

Ping!

the hotter itoshi: I’m outside your door. Let me in.

Breaking your perfectly well-earned afternoon reverie was nothing more than what you believed to be a seemingly innocent text from your boyfriend Sae. No matter what you did to try and break him out of his my-way-or-the-highway lifestyle, he was firmly dedicated to do whatever he pleased without another care in the world.

Which, unfortunately, for you, meant that he would simply show up at your doorstep whenever he just felt like it.

The last thing you expected, however, was for Sae to be standing outside your front door wearing nothing but a revealing playboy bunny suit.

Sae cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. “What the fuck are you staring for? Are you going to let me in, or what?”

You looked Sae up and then down, and then up and down once more for good measure. Were you dreaming? There was no way this was real. You pinched yourself on the underside of your arm as you gawked shamelessly at your scantily dressed boyfriend, who was growing more and more annoyed at you with each passing second.

“Forget it—move. It’s fucking cold out there,” Sae grunted. Squeezing past you with the same cold gracefulness that he always exhibited, you frantically shut the door behind him as he practically stomped his way into your house. 

How could you even begin to describe your shock? Dating Sae constantly felt unreal. He was like an icy prince, someone who even through his moments of sweetness always felt slightly out of your reach, a little out of your league. Unlike him, who had been used to the spotlight and the glamor that followed the life of being a professional athlete and a pseudo-celebrity since he was a young child, you were nothing more than the run-of-the-mill nobody. 

Sae unceremoniously flopped onto your living room couch, and with a quick flick of his dexterous ankles, he threw off the red-bottom heels that he had been wearing. You flinched when what you assumed were expensive shoes hit the floor, standing dumbfounded in the doorway like a little kid that had been caught stealing candy.

“Um… Nice to see you too, Sae,” you awkwardly started. “Did you need something? Why’d you show up here?”

He stared at you, clearly unimpressed. Frowning a little, he shifted his sprawled-out position on the couch and folded his knees in, sitting coquettishly on the edge of the sofa as he peered up at you through his lashes. “Is that really all you have to say to me?”

You winced, unable to shake the slightly-fearful-slightly-confused smile off of your face. “I-I mean, is there a reason why you came to my house unannounced? And dressed like that no less…”

He sniffed proudly to himself, turning his gaze away slightly. Your eyes never left him, unsure what to make of the boy sitting in front of you. There was no denying that he was beautiful: his crimson streaked hair was the same color as the vibrant sunrise, his long lashes always gave him an ethereal vibe to him that reminded you of fantasy elves, and the way he could get so ridiculously prideful over nothing drove you insane in every imaginable way possible. 

The outfit itself was doing wonders to your imagination too. You were too used to seeing Sae in his regular jersey and athletic wear—this was probably the most skin you’d ever seen from him. The tight-fitting black bodysuit sat comfortably on top of his torso and stomach, pinching his waist ever-so-slightly to give his sides an alluring curve. When he squirmed a little, the tops of the outfit rubbed against his chest, inevitably calling attention to his toned chest and perfectly sculpted collarbones. 

And his legs! You never thought to describe Sae’s powerful legs as dainty, but seeing them all wrapped up in pretty fishnet tights with his (abandoned) heels made you want to put him inside a glass box and store him away as a permanent feature at your nearest art museum. He even went through the trouble of finding a headband with bunny ears sprouting from it, and a little matching pom pom sat on the curve of his back right above his butt. He had applied some makeup too, a gorgeous shade of red that complimented his features sitting atop his lips.

At that moment, you understood. You never wrapped your head around why middle aged men devoured Playboy magazines as if it were their last meal, but seeing Sae like this? Something clicked in your brain, and you knew. Oh, you fucking knew. 

Sae pouted slightly. “I wanted to see you. Why, did you not? You don’t look excited to see me. Should I go back home?”

“No!” You practically jumped up in your spot, shaking your hands frantically. “Nononono, that’s not it! I’m excited to see you, I promise! I just- I just need an explanation for this… this whole thing.”

Sae raised an eyebrow as you gestured at the outfit. “It was supposed to be a surprise for you.”

“I can tell that much, Sae,” you replied. Sae held his nose up proudly again, wiggling his hips suggestively as he folded his hands in his lap. You gawked at him once more, watching him in disbelief as he gently patted the empty seat next to him. As prideful as he was, he kept on avoiding direct eye contact with you—always moving his body suggestively, trying to keep the focus on the outfit he was wearing, his cheeks morphing into a pretty shade of pink whenever you pried about his surprise…

No way.

No fucking way.

“Sae, are you trying to seduce me?”

Sae stiffened visibly in his seat and immediately yanked his face away from you. You bit back a laugh, slapping your hand over your mouth to keep yourself from collapsing right there and then. You didn’t think your impulsive hunch would be correct. 

Could you imagine? Sae? Sae Itoshi? Japan’s pride and Real Madrid Youth’s genius midfielder? Seducing you by showing up at your door dressed like a goddamn playboy bunny?

“Don’t laugh at me,” he huffed, snapping out of his foxy act to go right back to his grumpy self. You couldn’t help but grin at him as you finally plopped down next to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck in a quiet apology, pulling the boy in for a hug as you held him to your chest.

“Sorry, Sae,” you whispered. Pressing a series of quick kisses to the side of his face, you peered into his bright eyes. “I didn’t think I’d be right. You look cute! I’d never imagine that anyone would go this far to dress up for lil ol’ me.”

“I would. And now you know.” Despite his curt words, he relaxed against your touches, and eventually relented into letting you cuddle him from the side like a clingy koala. He patted his lap, motioned for you to climb onto his lap, and you obediently swung your legs over to hoist yourself right on top of his muscular thighs.

Straddling him gently, you kept your arms wrapped tightly around him as you rested your head on his shoulder. “I mean, it still feels weird to see you in an outfit like this, but… Thank you for thinking of me, Sae. I want to ask though…”

“Hm?” He leaned his head back, kissing the crown of your head. “What is it?”

“What inspired you to do this anyway? Like… Why this outfit in particular?” You poked at his stomach slightly with your pointer finger, earning you an annoyed grunt from the redhead and a swat at your wrist.

“...It’s that stupid horny demon’s fault.”

You blinked blankly. “Come again?”

“Shidou. It was Shidou’s idea,” Sae admitted. His cheeks flushed red again, and his face nearly turned the same color as his hair. “He was probably joking about it, now that I think back… He asked me if I was gonna do anything special for you, and when I asked if he had any good ideas for a surprise, he said I should dress up in this. He said people like it when their lovers dress up in special costumes like this one, so I thought you’d like it too.”

“And you believed him?” You barely swallowed back another fit of laughter threatening to spill from your chest. Sae scrunched up his face, his cheeks puffing up as he pouted at you again.

“Listen, I knew it was a dumb idea, and I know I look stupid,” he sighed defeatedly. “I’m going to murder that kid the moment I get back from hanging out with you.”

“Hey, hey, I never said you looked stupid,” you quickly tacked on. You slowly trailed your fingers from the top of his outfit, feeling the curve of his chest down to his ribs and stomach before settling suggestively right above the dip of his hips. “Awwwww, poor Sae baby… Did you want me to praise you over how pretty you look?”

“Gross. What are you, some pervert? I already have Shidou to kill; don’t make me get mad at you too.” He turned his face away from you again, turning his mouth up in clear disgust. Still, when you moved to cup his cheeks, fawning over him with delight dancing in your eyes, Sae didn’t fully push you away, and he relented into letting you coo over him.

“That’s right,” you sang dreamily. Pinching his face lightly and rubbing your thumbs over the swell of his cheeks, you peppered his nose, mouth, and eyelids with kisses. “I’m a pervert just for you, Sae. You’re the one that goes around acting all haughty and coy for me, and I can’t help but want to see more of you! You’re so cute when you pretend that you hate my attention, but we both know that you can’t live without it.”

Sae hummed, not denying your words. His eyes softened a little, and he mumbled back, “You say such stupid things. You’re a real idiot, did you know that?”

“I don’t think you, of all people, get to talk,” you teased. You leaned down to press a deep kiss to his mouth, letting him snake his arms around your waist and rest his hands on top of your hips. His lips were warm, sticky, most likely thanks to whatever makeup he had applied onto himself right before visiting you. You knew that you’d most likely end up smearing it all across his face if you kept kissing him like this, but when Sae’s hands squeezed your body encouragingly, you pushed yourself closer onto him until you couldn’t hold your breath any longer.

Sae looked up at you breathlessly, his smart-alec thoughts silenced momentarily with how enamored he was with you. You loved seeing him like this. He was softening up to you, bit-by-bit, letting that jaded side of him come down to soak up all of your love, insatiably clinging to you so that you’d give him everything you wanted. You liked knowing that you held his power over him, just as much as he had the same effect over you.

You pressed the pad of your thumb against his lower lips, smearing his already ruined lipstick over his skin. He let his eyes flutter shut beautifully. You wanted to physically drink the sight in front of you: a lovestruck Sae Itoshi with his mouth starting to swell up from how roughly you were kissing him, practically turning into a wreck in your arms as you messed up his makeup and cast him under your spell.

“Can you—,” he swallowed breathlessly, “—Can you kiss me again?”

You rocked your hips slightly, grinning down at him as you lapped up his neediness. How cute. How pathetic. You loved hogging this private side of him all to yourself. “Desperate now, are we?”

“Shut up. I’m not going to ask again.”

“Don’t worry.” Your hands moved to cup the back of his head, pulling him closer to your face. Only a hair’s worth of space separated your lips from his. Letting your voice drop to a sensual whisper, you felt him shudder under your touch. Your eyes never left him. “I won’t make you.”

And when he pulled himself onto you, kissing you fervently, like it was the last kiss you two shared at the airport before he’d sometimes leave for his career, like it was the first kiss you two would share whenever he came back, filled with the same curiosity that drew you towards him over and over again and the same carnal need that kept you by his side. He melted into your touch so easily, matching each of your movements and following the precarious rhythm that you were dancing across his mouth.

He was so easy to love, so easy to please, so easy to win over when you were involved. You kissed him until you two were both breathless, limbs tangled with each other, eyes and mouths blown wide open with how much more you needed from one another. This was the Sae that you knew and adored, the adorably innocent boy who had a greedy heart for you and only you.

It was impossible to not want him—playboy bunny outfit or not.

“Remind me to thank Shidou later,” you whispered, your lips ghosting across his jaw. Sae hummed, his fingertips already having made their home across the curve of your waist, hips, and thighs.

“That’s if he’s alive. Remember, I said I was going to kill him when I went back,” he muttered annoyedly. You smiled again, your heart still racing in your chest as you clung to your boyfriend, chest-to-chest.

“Then I guess I’ll have to do him a favor and force you to stay over. Can’t kill him when you go back if I don’t let you go back,” you offered. Stealing a quick peck to his cheek, Sae gave an exasperated snicker, shaking his head slightly. The once-pristine bunny ears on his head were now tilted a little, misaligned on his ears.

“I think that’s a solution we both can agree on.” His arms wrapped tightly around your midriff, keeping you locked onto the couch with him. “Even you can think of good ideas at times.”

“Oh, Sae,” you laughed. “Don’t put me on Shidou’s level.”

He rested his chin on your shoulder, sticking his tongue as if to playfully toy with the idea. “Please. I’d never do such a thing. At least his ideas clearly seem to be worthwhile sometimes.”

“Hey!”

x

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #sae itoshi #x reader #my writing #pov: im desperately trying to prove to slay lock that im not a creep after writing this fic #I LIKE BUNNY OUTFITS AND COW BIKINIS AND MAID OUTFITS A NORMAL AMOUNT I PROMISEEEEEEEE

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Another gift for you Babbit, this one is a little darker, a little more spooky. I hope you enjoy it, or at the very least, you don't hate it. Thank you for your lovely stories, you're a real one :3c

I did it again, I can't stay away from this AU I'msosorry- It's my favorite spooky Babbit story and it lives rent free in my mind. New Afton virus art just dropped? You know the vibes 🙃

So, if you would, have a slice of feral and problematic Virus! Sun and Moon? Please don't hold it against them, you don't know what they've been through. (｡•́︿•̀｡)

(These super short one-shots contain semi-graphic depictions of violence. There is depictions of blood, minor amounts of gore, and implied death of humans. I don't think I'm good enough of a writer to really, properly scare anyone, but I also do not want to make anyone uncomfy. I would rate this at 13+, but if you're squeamish, then you might not like these. I'm hiding them under the cut.)

☼ ✴ ─────── ✧ ─────── ✴ ☼ Into the Swing of Things:

The hallway was bright, the lights blazed like white fire clinging to the ceiling. The hum of the electricity buzzed in the background, it's hard work going unnoticed. The initial swing had only been a tap, really. The bat had made more of a clatter when it hit the floor than the leg. Humans were so…fragile.

It made this so easy!

Yellow hands flew to rosy cheeks, a joyous laughter floated over the sniveling at his feet. Sun just couldn't contain his excitement, he was being so helpful! His eyes flashed fluorescent purple, pupils curled into hearts.

Absolutely anything, anything for you!

"Oh, gosh! That must've hurt, you're critically injured!" Sun giggled, pitching to static like a fizzy hiccup. "I'm getting better at this!"

"Please- please! Someone help me-!" Ah, the magic words. He really didn't have to shout, though. Sun gave a bemused smirk to the man slinking across the stained carpet. He really should've considered the consequences of working with Afton. Oh well. He could try to crawl away, but what's the point?

All he had to say was please!

"Yes, yes of course!" Another giggle ebbed into a wistful sigh. "I'm sorry, I was having too much fun. Where are my manners? Here, allow me!"

The animatronic's hands left his face, reaching down in a swift dip to pluck the bat off the floor by it's handle. With a twirl of his hand, he have the glossed wood a quick once-over. With a fake gasp, he theatrically flicked a previously dislodged chunk of Mr. Michael off of the bat, before a sharp nod of approval.

This part always went by so fast. Sun's processor almost had a hard time keeping up. The bat swung, a shattering crack as his target burst in a shower of splintered everything. The man went limp, what was left of his body rag-dolled to the floor in an obscenely wet plop. The handle of the bat practically disintegrated in the metal vice grip. Sun flexed his joints open, and emptied the remaining shards of wood onto the floor.

The silence threatened to swallow the room, before a light 'tsk tsk'ing hung in its place.

'Goodness, I really went overboard, didn't I?" Sun scolded himself, but he couldn't stop the wide grin stretched across his face plate. He was getting better at this. His thoughts drifted to you, his sweet, precious Sunshine. You were going to be so, so happy with him!

Sun wiggled in his casing, hands flapping in a little pulse of nervous, jubilant energy. The bells tied to his wrists chimed in unison, danging from shimmery, purple ribbons. He was almost lost in a fit of laughter before a small creak of metal caught his attention from the end of the hall.

It was a small cleaning cart, with a Staff bot in tow. The little fella had paused in the hall when he had seen Sun, patiently waiting to help with his new task.

'Oh hello there! Your timing in impeccable as always my dear friend!" Sun cooed at the modest bot, watching a small pink glow rise from its grey face. The sunny animatronic chuckled, sweet and fluffy, before his attention turned back to the mess he had made of the hall. The staff bot approached, stoic in the face of anything, as usual.

"Guess I really knocked him out of the park huh?" Sun poised, jabbing his thumb over at the leftovers scattered on the hallway floor, his eyes playfully sparkled at the staff bot. It's shoulders slumped, if only minutely, before it rolled out from behind the cart, deciding to start without Sun and his antics. Aw.

"You're right, I guess these jokes are kinda out of my league." The bright eyed animatronic tilted and bent around the staff bot, chest and legs facing the wrong ways against the arch of his spine. His rays spun with a silly whirl next to the staff bot, flashing his coy, expecting smirk. Sun was never one to give up so easily.

The staff bot let out a flitter of beeps, a laugh it had tried to hide from the jester bouncing next to it. Sun gave a pleased hum, satisfied with the reaction, for now. He untwisted, straightening with a series of clicks. Alright, alright, he had his fun.

Now, it was clean-up time.

 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ When the Stars Suffer Alone:

Moon had never considered himself very patient. He certainly did not fancy waiting on the last breath of trespassers either, especially when it was in the dingiest bathroom in the whole Plex.

But time didn't seem to matter when you were on his mind.

It was a little thing, really. Such a small, delicate strand of silk, yet it meant so much to the celestial animatronic. A smooth, purple ribbon hugged the palm of his hand, the tails of the tiny bow fluttered against the back of his wrist. Even in times like this, he felt his focus drift away to you. He wanted to hold you tight, keep you safe…

You had nothing to worry about, not when your Knight in Shining Nightcap was around.

A choked gurgle tugged Moon away from his thoughts. A lazy glimpse landed to the useless pile of human on the floor as it twitched like gelatin. His chest heaved, looking for any sliver of life left in his punctured body. Moon was not rushed or worried, this guy wasn't going anywhere. Not looking like a fresh slice of swiss cheese.

No where to go.

The gurgling breath continued, and Moon cocked an eyebrow at the mess. His eyes were heavy, a soft but a pretentious glint of pity shined through them.

"You didn't give me much choice, you know. You really should have held better company." Moon chuckled, his voice held it's vicious tone, despite the serene smile on his face. His hands clasped together, a dreamy sigh of artificial breath hissing out of his fan.

"But I suppose some people learn the easy way…"

A hand lifted off the floor, a desperate, shaky attempt at salvation. It gave a pathetic tug on Moon's silken pants, before the last bit of air finally escaped its bloodied prison. The hand fell, dejected, back into the pool of blood on the tile with a muted splat.

"And some people learn the hard way."

The long row of mirror along the titled wall glinted with a purple hue- Moon's vivid eyes were the only source of light in the pitch black of the bathroom. He had felt pretty clever, cornering this trespasser here in record time. And it was even on tile, so much easier to clean than carpet.

And away from his precious Starlight. You shouldn't need to fret over such intruders. You had better things to do. Moon's eyes fluttered at the thought of you and Sun, who was probably insisting you stay for another round of Hide and Seek. Midnight blue fingers drummed together in thought.

He wanted to play, too. Anything to spend time with you. Anything to keep you close…

Maybe you could hide together.

Moon's eyes shot down to his pants before he huffed. He was going to need to change before he could do anything with you. It wasn't a good look, running around with hand prints stained on his clothes. Infuriating rule breaker, his thoughts curdled at the sight of the meaty lump on the floor.

Humans were so…fragile. His hands clapped together, a nervous shutter rattled deep in his core. A memory file opened, unprompted; an unwanted video file blocking his vision input. Blood, so much blood, skin, a scream he never wanted to hear out of you again. Why now?

"Moon…hel-p…help me!"

The animatronic let out a growl, his head shook until the file closed. His sight returned to the cool of the dark room, but he found no comfort in the lonely shadows. It happened so often, his code would bug and open things he did not want to ever see again. No matter what he seemed to do, they were always there to haunt him. He couldn't seem to delete them, they always came back.

No one was ever going to take you away from him. Ever. Your Nightlight would always keep you safe.

Moon left the bathroom in a hurry, a sudden burning in his wires to see you overwhelmed his common sense. With a swift leap into the air he was clipped to his cord, before zipping to the Daycare like a bat out of hell.

Two wet floor bots obediently blocked the door to the bathroom in Moon's absence; as they awaited for the staff bots that were surely on the way. There was a lot of work to do, after all.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ☼ ☾ :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

IM LIVING. IM ALIVE. AND IT IS A WONDERFUL, GLORIOUS DAY, BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN BLESSED BY TUMBLR USER @underhanded-lamb . MY CROPS ARE WATERED. MY SKIN IS CLEAR. There is so much love in my heart for these lil fics and for u who wrote them sdhfshdfj thank u

#gushing #bones of a rabbit #it was in reality not fine au #not fine au #fics to be fawned over #afton virus au #not fine virus au #sun/moon x reader #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf moon x reader #underhanded lamb #tw blood #tw gore #tw violence #fnaf fanfic #go follow op they r cool as hell pls i loves them #i love these lil fic tidbits written from the boys' pov #like seriously i read them over and over again sometimes theyre so fun and enjoyable to read

[5sosunited101]

Naughty Girls Go To Hell

I’m really really passionate about writing dirty fanfics and this one happens to be inspired by the gif below. I totally get disappointed or displeased vibes.

“WHAT THE HELL Y/N?, I THOUGHT WE TALKED ABOUT HOW I DON’T LIKE YOU TOUCHING WHAT’S MINE AND YOUR BODY IS MINE.” Michael Yelled at me.

“But you were busy in your man cave dungeon studio, I don’t know what you call you stupid room, and I didn’t want to bother you.” I tried as a lame excuse

“Y/N, YOU KNOW THAT’S ANSWER ISN’T GOING TO FLY WITH ME. YOU KNOW THAT IF YOU NEEDED ME YOU CAN ALWAYS COME GET ME. AND WHAT MORE CORRECTLY PISSES ME OFF IS THE FACT BOTH CALUM AND LUKE CAUGHT YOU MASTERBAITING, IN THE LIVING ROOM NO LESS. I DON’T KNOW HOW YOU THINK YOU WOULDN’T GET CAUGHT.” Michael continue mad as fuck.

unsure of how to answer you said the first thing that came to mind, “I’m sorry, Michael. I really am sorry.”

“NO, YOUR NOT GETTING OFF THE HOOK THAT EASY. YOU’LL BE SORRY WHEN I’M DONE WITH YOU. AND IT ISN’T MICHAEL ANYMORE IT EITHER SIR OR MASTER TO YOU, LITTLE CUNT. Michael violently ripped the blanket off me leaving me stark naked before him then grabbing a handful of my hair pulling me off the couch dragging me up to the bedroom where he threw me hard against the bed face down. “STAY” I heard him yell from behind me as I assumed he when looking for restraints and whatever implements he planned on using.

it was several minutes before he returned chucking load of stuff onto the bed including a couple mental poles oddly close to your head. You hear sounds of things being shuffled around on the bed then you hear Michael’s voice but you told miss what he said until he repeats, “GIVE ME YOUR LEFT ARM. DON’T MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF AGAIN.” quickly I comply feeling a mixture of leather and mental clamped around my wrist then you hear a clunk in front of your face as Michael walks around to clamp your other wrist which he does after commanding you to hand it to him. You soon find that you can’t put your arms into a comfortable position so while Michael seems to be fiddling with something that sounds like rope you take a quick glance at what is holding my arm apart. I’m surprised to see one of the mental bar which I believe is called a spreader there. Michael’s voice rings in my ear, “Hey, I’m going to tie this bar to the headboard real quick then we’ll work on you legs.”

Before I knew it he was already moving down the bed to work on clamping my ankles. “K, your left leg and now your rig—HEY” I decided to be a little brat and not comply trying to kick Michael. But all it got me was hefty slap to the inside of my thigh. And being stronger than me finally with lot of grief got y last ankle locked in. “There, this is definitely a beautiful sight. All tied up a good ass fücking which what your getting.” I could definitely feel Michael just taking in the sight of my naked and tied up body just on display for whatever evils might be in store for me.

I feel the weight of the bed shift telling me that Michael left me but before I could worry he was back. “Tonight punishment is going to be intense. Your getting spanked then dry ass fücked. No pleasure for you since you seem to got that earlier.” He showed me a little crop tool, “see this?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good girl, this going to be your ass destroyer tonight, well technically I be spanking you everywhere. And this,” he hand me a little homemade dice box that contain a D20. “Is for how many spanks you’re getting each time.”

^^^the dice box^^^^

“Where to get started? Where indeed, mmmm?” He paced back and forth behind me. ………writing will be continuing but I have no more energy left for today………

#michael clifford smut #5secondsofsummer #5sos smut #5 seconds of summer smut #michael clifford #ashton irwin smut #luke hemmings smut #michael imagine

[grimalkinmessor]

Sweets with afofa ♡

We did horror last time, so let's do something a little fluffier this time :3 (It's more hurt/comfort but what can you do with these two really)

AFOFA/???/Sweets

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Yoichi crouches on the stairs of a decrepit apartment building, hiding half behind the railing as he waits to hear a familiar set of footsteps. He's a little sore from holding his position so long, but there's truly no other way.

He hears a door open somewhere below, and he holds his breath on instinct.

Footsteps, quick and heavy, begin tramping up the stairs towards him. The ones he's been waiting for. Yoichi goes deathly still. He waits ever so patiently until the footsteps are just around the corner—

"BOO!" Yoichi shouts, launching himself out from around the corner in a flurry of white sheets. He finds himself caught around the middle fairly quickly, hefted off the ground and twisted upside down in a quick, inhuman movement.

Yoichi yelps, his sheet falling off and his shirt draping into his face. He looks up at his brother with a pout, hair swaying just a few centimeters off the ground. Takashi smirks down at him. "Nice try."

"You're no fun," Yoichi complains, squirming in Takashi's grasp. Takashi is nineteen now, and he's already unfairly tall—hanging upside down so far off the ground is making Yoichi dizzy. "Put me down!" He flails.

"What are you all dressed up for?" Takashi prods, ignoring Yoichi's request and spinning him in a circle just to make him squeal. "Aren't you getting a little too old for ghost stories?"

"You're never too old for ghost stories," Yoichi proclaims, wiggling harder. "Besides, it's Halloween! I know you didn't forget; it's your favorite holiday."

"I don't have a favorite holiday," Takashi sniffs.

Yoichi gives him a deadpan look, which really isn't as effective as it would be right side up. "Uh huh. Just like you don't have a favorite color."

Takashi's ears turn pink, but he scoffs. He heaves Yoichi up and around, practically flipping him over his arm to set him gently on his feet. Dizzy, Yoichi stumbles and falls onto his butt with a soft 'oof!'. Takashi drops the fallen sheet back over Yoichi's head, deliberately setting the eyeholes backward so Yoichi sputters, blinded. "Espèce de jolie et déraisonnable chose... What exactly was your plan, hm? Scare your one and only brother down the stairs so you can become the sole heir to the Shigaraki fortune?"

"Hey, I'm not the one who gives off Count Olaf vibes," Yoichi retorts, pulling the sheet around so he can stick his tongue out of one of the eyeholes. "I still can't believe you laughed when their Aunt got eaten by leeches."

"It was funny!" Takashi insists indignantly.

Pulling off the sheet, Yoichi shakes his hair out of his eyes and smiles. "Besides, you're too late. My plan has already been enacted!"

Takashi raises an eyebrow at him, watching curiously as Yoichi scrambles to his feet and darts back around the corner of the stairs to retrieve his prize. This building is old and grimey, barely up to maintenance code, but their apartment is the sole one on the top floor, so they have it all to themselves. It's their first real, legally obtained home.

Grinning to himself, Yoichi pokes his head back around the corner and demands, "Okay, close your eyes."

Takashi closes them—

"And no using a metapower to peek!"

He groans, shoving his hands in his coat pockets and scrunching up his nose. Yoichi giggles.

Sidling up in front of his brother, Yoichi peers at him, just to be sure, before stealing one of his hands from his jacket and pushing a plastic handle into it. "Okay, now look."

Takashi opens his eyes, immediately zeroing in on the orange bucket in his hand. His brow knits, and he yanks the bucket close to his face, audibly jostling the candy inside. Eyes snapping up to meet Yoichi's, Takashi demands, "Where did you get this?"

"I went trick-or-treating!" Yoichi bounces on his heels a little, enthused. "I know you've never taken me because it's too dangerous but you always bring home candy for me on Halloween, and I wanted to give you some for once. I tried to get a lot of chocolate because I know you like ch—"

A hand clamps down over his mouth, an arm cinched tight around his waist as his brother hauls him up and practically teleports them into their apartment, slamming the door shut and pressing Yoichi against it. Furious crimson eyes glare down at him, and Yoichi is bewildered, his gut churning with sudden unease. This is...not the reaction he was hoping for.

"I've told you not to go outside without me!" Takashi hisses, his forehead pressed to Yoichi's as he holds Yoichi's thin wrists tightly, like he might try to run. "You know how dangerous it is out there with the political situation the way it is—what if someone saw you? What if they had called the police and I had to come home to an empty house because you got sent to one of the damn camps!?"

"No one saw me!" Yoichi protests, pushing back against the instinctive urge to make himself smaller. Takashi isn't usually one to swear; he's been breaking the habit for the past few years. It's only when he's really angry that it bleeds back into his vocabulary. "I was really careful, and I used a full body costume so no one could see my hair or eyes! I'm not stupid—"

"I beg to differ when you pull stupid shit like this," Takashi snaps back.

Indignant, eyes tearing up, Yoichi rears back and shouts, "I can't do anything! Everything I do is useless and stupid to you! I try to do something nice for you, to give you the same thing you've given me just once, and you can't even—I can't...I can't even..."

Takashi blinks.

Yoichi turns his head away, sniffling. He hates how easily he cries, how any sort of negative emotion has his eyes watering and his throat closing up. It's awful, and just one more thing that makes him difficult to deal with. Takashi says he gets it from their mother.

Yanking his wrists out of Takashi's grip, Yoichi buries his face in his hands, frustrated. "You give me...everything, Takashi. You've always given me everything I could ever need or-or want, but I can't do the same for you and I hate it. I hate that I can't do anything for you, I hate that I just sit here and struggle to even breathe by myself while you're off doing things that are actually important. I just wanted to show you that I can do things! That I can give you things too, because I love you and I don't want you to think that I don't because then you'll just get sick of me one day—"

"Hé, hé—ne pleure pas, trésor," Takashi blurts, dropping to his knees on the floor so he can hold Yoichi's arms again, pulling them away from his face. Brow furrowed, Takashi gently brushes away Yoichi's tears with his thumbs. "Where's all this coming from? Yoichi, you know I could never get sick of you. Hey—look at me."

Yoichi doesn't want to. His surprise has been ruined and now he's made a fool of himself. Takashi doesn't give him much choice, however, because he cups Yoichi's jaw and turns his face to meet his eyes. Takashi searches his face intently, looking a cross between bewildered and amused. He pets his thumb down Yoichi's pulse before drawing him into a hug. "I'll never get sick of you. And I'll never, ever leave you—I promise you that."

"But I'm—" Yoichi starts, a thousand ways to finish that sentence flashing through his mind. Sick. Frail. A burden. Useless. Deadweight.

"My one and only little brother," Takashi interrupts, carding his hand through Yoichi's hair. "My family. Mon coeur. And I don't need anything else from you other than for you to be here; alive, where I can hold you."

Yoichi buries his face in Takashi's shoulder, hands fisting in his brother's thrifted black trench coat. He smells like dying embers and ozone and the most caustic types of sugar. Yoichi closes his eyes but doesn't say anything, unable to quite make himself believe it.

Sighing, Takashi shifts back and plops down on the floor, taking Yoichi with him. Then he hauls the plastic candy bucket between them, the poor orange pumpkin trapped, squished, between their arms.

Rifling through Yoichi's haul, Takashi fishes out a king sized Hershey bar and tears off the top of the wrapper with his teeth. Then, when half the bar is bare, Takashi waves it temptingly in front of Yoichi's sullen face. "Share it with me?"

Yoichi can't help the wobbly smile that tugs at his lips then, rolling his eyes. After a moment, he nods. Takashi snaps the bar in half and hands a piece to Yoichi, still half wrapped around him on the floor. They eat their chocolate together, before dividing the rest up between them as they always do.

It's nice. It's sweet.

"But really, Yoichi. If you do something dumb like that again, I'm going to start locking you in a dog crate before I head to work in the mornings."

....That's...about what he expected.

#spooky prompts #afofa #asks #anonymous #fluff 💕 #sorta lmao #bnha #boku no hero academia #all for one #shigaraki yoichi #first one for all holder #all for first #its kinda ambiguous here?? #but like also the subtext is very much There™ #especially whenever afo...speaks #its practically text #this doesnt have ominous undertones if you take it at face value and not in the context of canon :D #grim scribbles

[un-local]

6 and 19 for the songs meme!

Hi anon! Get ready to have a lot questions about my tastes, lol :3

6: Three songs I would erase from history (because they're terrible)

...Okay, I REALLY had to wrack my brain for this. I had a hard time thinking of songs off the top of my head that I think are truly *terrible*...

At least, until my repressed retail memories came crashing back full-force.

(Sorry mainstream music enjoyers for the following. Nothing against you, or these songs, but hearing them at work back in the day triggered rage responses within me I can't explain.)

If We Have Each Other by Alec Benjamin.

The cutesy gentlesoft vocals are so whisper-y and saccharine, this song made me genuinely furious every time I heard it on registers. Also, why are the vocals like... sped up? Ugh. Fuck this song and it's sweet wholesome lyrics about a mom loving her baby or whatever. I'm shoving this song into a locker as we speak.

King of Anything by Sara Bareilles

Again, no idea why, but it made me want to hit something every time it came on over the speaker system.

Fight Song by Rachel Platten

I could take this song in a fight, easy.

(Are any of these songs... bad? No, probably not to most people. But retail has fostered a deep well of hatred for them in me regardless. If you like them, I'm very sorry to rain on your parade here.)

19: Three guilty pleasures!

Hah, I had to think hard for this one too. I think my problem is that I don't have enough guilt about the shit I enjoy XD

But, I think I found some :)

Symphony of Destruction by Megadeth

The instrumental—there's these threeish notes, a quick little descent, right around the line "...Led rats through the streets" at about 0:57. (0:58-1:00, so starting at "through," ending just after "the streets.") No idea why, but it's like crack to me. The first time I heard it, I had the song on repeat for like a week.

Ugly Fucker by SCARLET

To me, PERSONALLY, this one just kinda reeks of "trying too hard." But I love the instrumental, and honestly, it's grown on me a ton on account of that. It's fun!

But yeah: if someone caught me listening to this, I'd feel a little silly XD

But let's switch up the vibes a little...

Phunky Fanfare by Simon Begg

HEAR ME OUT. You're finally home after a long day, and you've managed to find the energy to cook yourself a real dinner. There's still that fading glow of dusk outside your window; and you're alone in your kitchen, in an easy, content solitude. This song hits just as the veggies you're sautéing start really cooking and becoming fragrant.

You tip your head back and bask in the moment: the sizzle of the pan, the song, the smell. The tension in your shoulders melts away, and the stresses of the day are behind you for now. This song, in the right moment, sounds like you're winning.

...To me, at least. But I am insane, you honor.

Thanks for the ask, anon! This was fun! I always relish the opportunity to push my music taste onto others <3333 :D

Send me a number, and I'll give you three songs!

#hare answers #god i love talking about music fr #ask game #hare posts

[august-is-a-dragon]

I wrote a thing (useless WoF fanfic)

Quicksand had been told his entire life that he should make the best of his life as the leader of the Vipers, a fearsome gang of thieves and assassins in the Scorpion Den. And yet here he was, an adult (although barely), humiliated by this so-called school of all the dragons he shouldn’t have to interact with. With his mouth in an almost-permanent snarl and determination in his mind, he spread his wings and went in for the landing. 

Quicksand had to admit, the two-peaked mountain looked absolutely stunning in the yellow light of the sunrise. Dragons of all kinds flooded the sky, whirls of wings in all shapes and sizes. When the light caught on their scales, it was as if every gem in the treasury of the Vipers fell from the sky all at once. And landed on top of him. Wow, Quicksand, he thought, really a way to keep the fun vibe going. Quicksand wasn’t a fun vibe dragon for a reason. The reason was, that fun vibe dragons, like the RainWings he saw in the crowd, were mostly pretty shallow or had no real personality apart from PARTY! PARTY! PARTY! 

Eyesores like that gave Quicksand a headache. 

As his talons touched the rough rock, the reality of what he was doing came down on him in a big wave. What was he thinking, abandoning the Vipers like that, with no one to lead them apart from some idiots? Why was he going to Jade Mountain, of all places? The place with just a few other SandWings who were like him, although, he assumed, not in personality. I could just leave, the quick thought flickered to life in his head. 

But as soon as it came up, it was gone. He would not flee. He would be brave, like his mother taught him to be. Brave and ruthless, no matter what. With renewed energy, he pushed forward through the crowd, towards the SeaWing at the entrance. 

Around him, he heard snippets of conversation. “Mooom, I don’t want you to gooooo!” a dragonet whined. Another, a snarky SeaWing, was whispering to a companion. “See that SkyWing over there? I know how they fight. Bet I could rip his wings off before you could even say ‘seashells’.”

Behind him he heard: “Oh, look at that poor soul. I don’t think she ever left her parents’ side, looking so lost like that.” 

Lowering his head, he went on, dragons parting before him and giving him space. That’s right, he thought, while taking the few last steps to the cave mouth. The dragon there greeted him with a bright smile and said: “Hello! Welcome to Jade Mountain! I’m River. And you are?”

In her talons she held a wooden plank with a few scrolls bound onto it with a piece of string. 

“Quicksand. Of the SandWings.”

"Right! Right. Hmm, Quicksand. Okay.” She went on for a moment, looking through her papers. 

“Good news! You’re sleeping in the cave that’s in the hallway to the left, and then the fourth on the right. That’s really close to the music cave, I heard most SandWings really like music!”

Quicksand nodded slowly. “Yeah, I guess I like music. Sure.”

To be honest, growing up he didn’t have the time to even consider learning to play an instrument. Although, he did enjoy the few musicians that were playing on the streets for money. But he didn’t want to disappoint the SeaWing, so he played along. 

River waved after him as he walked away.

“Bye! Or I guess see you soon!”

“Um… bye!” Quicksand mumbled. Walking into the big cave, his eyes needed to adjust to the darkness, but he soon saw the cave was not entirely dark. Small coloured jars filled with tiny fireflies dotted the ceiling. There were less dragons inside than there were outside, but the echo made the noise just as loud. On the left side of the cave he saw a tunnel that was lit by more of the coloured light jars. That must be where he was sleeping. But as he was about to walk into the tunnel, Quicksand saw a glint out of the corner of his eye. Glancing toward it, he saw a very unusual IceWing. She had the deepest blue scales he’d ever seen on an ice dragon, and her horns curled around her head like a ram’s. She walked with her head kept low, which was probably to account for the fact that she was almost two heads taller than Quicksand. And Quicksand himself already counted as bigger than average! Although, he had to admit, he hadn’t interacted with other tribes all that much in his life. Maybe IceWings were just more likely to be absolutely ginormous. This bright blue IceWing walked into a tunnel which was a bit above the cave floor, with a small ledge at the entrance. 

Walking into his own tunnel, Quicksand counted the tunnels on the right. One, two, three… four. There it was. There were three MudWings in the tunnel, talking to each other with such… intimacy that Quicksand felt the jealousy hot in his chest. No, he wasn’t going to cry. He didn’t need anyone. His head low, he sped up, trotting past the MudWings and into his cave. Slumping on the floor, he took his head in his talons. 

Why did he come here? The first day, and he’s already embarrassing himself in front of everyone. He shouldn’t have listened to that RainWing who told him it would be good for him. Three moons, he didn’t even know anyone here! How was his mind supposed to survive this? 

As the waves of anxiety and eventually nausea washed over him, he didn’t notice the dragon standing in the cave’s entrance. The red and purple dragon’s talons were a few centimeters from his tail. Above him he heard a voice: “Three moons, you are pathetic.” Quicksand felt a sharp jab in his back. “Get up, you idiot, you’re blocking the way.”

A growl building in his throat, he jumped to his feet. He was face to face with a RainWing. She turned bright orange for a moment, but then the purple was back. Her mouth in a smile Quicksand couldn’t decide was genuine or not, she made her scales a peachy yellow. “The name’s Cloudberry. I like your scales, they look cool. Who are you?” 

“Not your business. Go away.” Quicksand snarled. 

Cloudberry spread her wings. 

“Actually, it is my business, since we’re clawmates. But I’ll leave you to your… misery or whatever if you just let me,” she squeezed past him. “There we go!” 

Whirling around with a confused expression, Quicksand took a look at the cave for the first time. In the cave was a hammock made of leaves, out of which was dangling a peach coloured tail. There was also a small pool with mud in it and a bed made of sand and camel hides. Guessing that one was his, he unslung his satchel from his neck, plopped down and looked up at Cloudberry. 

“What are clawmates?” he asked. 

“Can’t tell. Too busy.” She mumbled. 

“With what? To me you’re just sleeping.”

“Yup, I’m sleeping. So go away. Or don’t.”

With a frustrated sigh, Quicksand went to the scroll rack in one of the corners. He pulled out one at random, from somewhere in the middle. The scroll was rolled up and bound closed with a piece of string. He opened it and read the title.

Bone and Quill’s guide to Pyrrhia 

Well, that didn’t seem very interesting. He read further.

Part 14 

About SkyWings

SkyWings live in the northern parts of the Claws of the Clouds mountains. Their palace is animus-touched, floating in the sky.

So this was an introduction of sorts to the SkyWing tribe. Quicksand rolled the scroll up neatly, and placed it back in the rack. Picking another one, from the top this time, he had more success. 

Welcome to Jade Mountain Academy!

In this one, he read about what kinds of classes there were and also when all dragons ate, about the winglets, and about who ran the school. At the mention of food, Quicksand’s stomach began to rumble. He hadn’t eaten anything today, he’d been flying since before sunrise. In the scroll, he had read about something called a prey center, and he heaved himself to his feet, walking out of the cave to explore. Wondering if he should tell Cloudberry he was leaving, Quicksand stood up on his hind legs to look inside the hammock. Cloudberry was sleeping deeply, her chest slowly rising and falling. Well then, he was completely alone. The corridors of the mountain were fuller, now that most of the non-students had left. In one of the tunnels, he heard a noise that was louder than usual, so he headed that way. On his way there, he spotted a sign that said ‘LIBRARY’ with big letters and an arrow to the left. Coming from that tunnel were two dragons, a SeaWing and a NightWing. Coincidentally, they were also headed where Quicksand was going. The SeaWing was a very unusual color, a very pale sky blue with splotches of almost-black dark blue. The NightWing was a dark gray, with rows and rows of bracelets of all kinds on his talons. Ahead of him, Quicksand saw light. And then he was almost blinded by it. 

The prey center was maybe the biggest cave in the entirety of Jade Mountain, but the amount of dragons and animals in it made it look a lot smaller. There were windows on the far right, which were half covered with a kind of big leaf Quicksand had never seen before. In the middle of the cave was a U-shaped wooden table, and to the left there was a cage with two sheep and a cow in it. On a ledge, overseeing the crowd was a MudWing with red-brown scales. That is Clay, Quicksand thought, one of the founders of the school. Everyone knew about the War of SandWing Succession, and the dragons that were prophesied to bring it to an end. Clay had been one of those dragons, who risked his life to save many others’.  The prophecy had turned out to be fake, but Clay and the others still ended the war and proclaimed Thorn the new SandWing queen. The MudWing caught Quicksand looking, and glided down from the ledge to meet them. He landed with a loud thump as his feet struck the rock. Quicksand saw that he landed with three feet, the fourth pulled up, probably to protect it. Looking higher on his leg, he saw a scar. That explained it. 

“Well, and who are you?” Clay greeted them with a warm smile. He was bigger than most dragons, being exactly the same height as Quicksand. 

The piebald SeaWing spoke first. 

“I’m Koi. And this is Goldentalons.”

“You can call me Golden,” the NightWing said. “Most dragons find my name too long. I don’t mind.”

Clay nodded slowly, with a puzzled expression as if he had seen them before but didn’t remember where. “And you?” He asked Quicksand. 

“Quicksand.” he said fast. 

“Well, welcome to Jade Mountain! I’m Clay. This here is the prey center, where I’m in charge. Well, I suppose I’m always in charge, in a way, because I’m one of the founders.” He took a deep breath. “But anyway, this is where you’ll mostly come to eat, unless you prefer to eat in your caves. There are no select eating times, and you can come here whenever you want.” 

Golden and Koi were nodding, and Golden whispered something into the SeaWing’s ear to which he supressed a chuckle. How were those two such good friends already? It was the first day of school, for moons’ sake! 

Clay had already turned around and walked towards another MudWing who had a slightly striped tail. They quickly were talking to each other with ease. 

Quicksand began to feel more and more like the odd one out. He began to feel sick. Eating didn’t matter anymore. He needed to get away from all these dragons that were so loud. Each sound was like a knife stabbing his skull. All the colours were too bright, and he couldn’t stand the smell of animal blood anymore, even though he’d endured it for years. His head swam, dizzy as if he might pass out. What was happening to him? In a hurry, he grabbed a mango from the table and bolted into the tunnel where he came from, almost hitting the wall and two SkyWings. As fast as he could, he raced back to the sleeping caves, ignoring the startled yelps of dragons he almost hit in his dizzy rampage. Seeing the tunnel on his right, he galloped in, and in the fourth cave to the right, he finally dared to stop. Quicksand threw the mango down on his bed, then lay down next to it. 

I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate dragons I hate school I hate Koi I hate Goldentalons I hate Clay I hate myself, the thoughts went about in his head. In a sudden burst of frustration, he roared and swiped at the wall. His claws made a protesting sound against the stone, leaving four deep grooves. Breathing heavily, he slumped back onto the camel furs. His lungs made a wheezing sound when he exhaled. Reaching up to his ear, he began to fidget with his earrings. He had four on each ear, two rows of a small onyx stud, then a gold ring, a stud again, and another ring. Now he was sticking his claw through the rings, pulling on them, and spinning them, while trying not to break down crying. 

It was his first day, and he’d already probably antagonised a third of the school, by bumping into them. And also maybe Koi and Goldentalons, because he ran away. 

“Do you always wake a dragon up by scraping your claws across the wall?” a snarky tone came from the leaf hammock attached to the ceiling. “Wait, don’t answer, I’ll try to guess. You,” she said, dragging the ‘ou’ sound out so it sounded silly, “are having… relationship problems!” 

Half growling, half sighing, Quicksand said: “No, that’s not it.”

“Stomach cramps?”

“No.”

“Can’t decide what you should eat?”

“No.”

“You hate yourself?”

“Ugh, no! Leave me alone!”

But it is true, he thought. I do hate myself.

She stayed silent. But Quicksand wanted company. He sighed, and pulled out the mango from under his wing. A peace offering. 

“Look, I have a mango. But I don’t know how to eat it. Can you come down and show me? Then maybe we could share.” 

After a few more awkward seconds of silence, Cloudberry’s head poked out from the hammock. Unwinding herself from whatever weird position she was in, she joined him, sitting down on the floor in front of his bed. He handed her the mango, and she studied it for a few seconds before making a thin slit in it with her claw. 

“Look, you make a small opening and then cut off the skin like this,” and in one fluid movement, a quarter of the mango’s yellow flesh was exposed. A few moments later, they were each enjoying their half of the mango. Quicksand had never eaten fruit before in his life, but he liked it. Although the taste was a bit too sweet for his liking, he devoured the mango like it was nothing. 

“Anyway, what were you doing? Why did you attack the wall? What did it do?” she nodded pointedly with her head towards the four claw marks

“It wasn’t the wall. Everything was just, I don’t know. Too much.”

“I get that. You know, I don’t get how all the RainWings keep up being all cheerful and happy. I guess it’s just their personality. I’m not like that.”

“It’s not a crime to be different, you know.”

But in the Scorpion Den, where he’d grown up, it was. He shuddered at the memory. 

“What is it? Are you not used to the cold? I hear SandWings are used to warm climates, living in the desert and all. Which I totally get. Because I’m a RainWing from the rainforest.”

“No, it���s nothing. I’m Quicksand by the way.” 

“I’m Cloudberry. But you already knew that. Good job, me, give some new information for once! Sorry.”

#wof #original characters #wof au #wof hybrid #wof oc #wof ocs #Stained glass au

[shadowonwater]

Pokemon Scarlet playthrough part the 9th: I avoid getting crushed by giant boulders, fighting a make-up artist, doing some cave exploring, and then fighting a really sweet wrestler.

Masterlist of my playthrough

Okay so I got a bit mixed up when I said "flying gym leader" next. It was actually flying titan next and then a gym leader whoops.

Gotta say the mountain area where you fight the giant bird? Beautiful. I love climbing up the windmills and gliding from place to place. A very good area for gliding.

I clearly saw the giant Bombirdier in the distance and I was like, yup, that's the titan. So I had to dodge some giant boulders on my way up, not the easiest thing. Gotta say, hiding behind big rocks like that reminded me of this one bit from PR: Shadows of Almia. Similar situation and all, but this time much shorter.

The bird... was very easy. I am overleved and am using an electric type against it. One hit KO.

Happy as always to help Arven's sick dog, I hope the last herb makes it all better. And now... I CAN FINALLY SWIM! Now I can get to the last titan out in the water, first I'm going to fight the Psychic Gym Leader, tho.

Arven thinks that there some sort of mental block stopping Kori from going to battle mode. Something traumatizing. Considering Kori's body language, I'd say he's correct. I'm very suspicious of his mom right now....

I haven't explored the area as thoroughly as I'd like but it's easy to get lost on where you've been and where you haven't when you include all the jumping onto high areas.

So I headed towards the city where the Psychic gym is and went into the cool cave, it seems like a really big cavernous cave. Climbed to the top and into the town. I'm happy to say I'm on level again, considering the wild Pokemon.

I caught a phony Sinistea, might try to get the real deal some other time, but this is fine for now. Also caught a Klefkey and a Banette. The Banette battle was kinda funny because it pretty much sabotaged itself.

See I was using my Clodsire, who has Yawn. I use Yawn to help me catch Pokemon by making them fall asleep. Turns out the Banette had the Insomnia ability which would have stopped this from working if it hadn't used a move that made it copy my ability. So then I had Poison Point instead, which is useless against my Clodsire because it's poison and also because he only has special attacking moves.

So the town itself is real pretty looking what with all the tiles and water fixtures. But the way it looks and the music gives real Orientalism vibes. And I'm just a little uncomfy with that considering the history of Orientalism. idk, maybe I'm overthinking it.

When I talked to an NPC and they mentioned Pokemon artwork on the observatory that looks like old video game sprite art, I got really excited. I was like "is it old Pokemon sprite work?!" and it was! It was sprites from gen 1! I really adore this reference to the older games, it's a really nice addition. Anyway I'll be visiting the gym and seeing what my test is right after this, toot-a-loo.

Uhh... I didn't really like the gym test I think it was kind of tedious, the music was nice though. Also one of my teacher's was there. Y'know something I always find myself wondering is why the other challenges are using the same typing as the gym. I get game mechanics wise, they are suppose to act as the gym trainers you fight in other gyms but in this case they are supposed to be challengers. Wouldn't they have more variety of Pokemon? Or they could have Pokemon that are strong against that gym's type.

Anyway the gym test was pretty much a quick time event, altho I had much more time than I needed, and I just like it went on for too long.

The gym leader herself, meh. I don't really care about make-up. I liked how she had those flapping wings on her outfit tho, they were cool. And I feel like her team fit her theme well with all of them being very pretty Pokemon.

It was nice to battle a gym where I was on level again. She even took out 2 of my Pokemon. I mostly used my grass cat against her, because dark type. I didn't get a single one hit KO, so good on her. I switched to my Rock Salt golem because it has a Steel move to try try to use against Gardavor. But it had Energy Ball and I only got one hit in.

At the end her flower lady became Psychic but it still has its Fairy moves of course and took out grass cat with a Moon Blast. Finished it off with my Giraffe.

Afterwards I decided to do a bunch more exploring. I checked out the detour to that Psychic Town, and it was super cool, very scenic. I explored some other caves around the area. And climbed around the waterfall.

I ended up finding two more stakes. But I've realized something. Up until now I haven't given much though about why the stakes are different colors, yellow and purple. But I think I figured it out. The creepy gate was purple, so I bet only the purple stakes were tied to it. So I bet there's a different Yellow Gate, and the yellow stakes affect that one. So yeah I'm going to keep exploring for a while longer.

Nothing much to report about my exploring. I used Kori's newfound swimming ability to visit some random islands. I was surprised when I found people on a couple of there. I was like "What the hell are you doing way out here?"

So what I decided was Fighting Star Raid first, then going after the Dragon titan after that. Trying to figure out how to get to the next Star Raid was a bit tricky because the area was kinda hard to get to and out of the way. I wonder what made her choose a place so secluded.

Anyway this bamboo forest looking area is really pretty though. Nice music too. I had a hard time getting through because I'm back on level and the many Fighting Types around here keep trying to pick fights with me.

I was surprised to find the boss of this group, Eri, trying to guard the gate herself. Mad respect. Doing the raid itself was interesting because I pretty much just had to go in a straight line, a much less open area this is.

I will say I might have actually been slightly underleveled but I did fine. I had a Normal/Psychic, a Fighting/Flying, and an Electric/Flying with me. So I had a lot of type advantage with me. The fight with Eri herself gave me some trouble.

First I used Kilowattrel against her Toxicroak. Air Slash brought it into red and it's Poison Jab brought me into then low orange (also poisoned). So I used a Full Restrore. It used Poison Jab again but didn't poison me that time so I used Air Slash again and took it out.

I won't do a whole play-by-play but her Annilape gave me some trouble. The car was hard to fight too. In the end I was victorious but half of my team was fainted.

So anyway Eri is really sweet, I like her a lot. It's glaringly clear indeed that Penny/Cass/Big Boss are all the same person. When I ask Cass about her "Gang" she never directly answers me but talks about the motivation's of Team Star, thus, implying that that is the gang.

Penny clearly seems to look down at her past actions as the Big Boss. I'm very interested in hearing more. I want to hear her motives behind everything.

After all that I explored the area a bit. When I saw that huge wall of stone I was like "what the fuck is that" but now I've realized that that is the boundary between this region and another. After all Spain/Portugal isn't an island. I'm just more used to that sort of thing being blocked by a forest. But I guess a forest isn't going stop Koraidon, now is it?

I also found another stake but this was a new color, blue! Are there three doors then? I've never found Blue stakes before.

Another weird thing, I think, are these... crystals? idk what rock they are but there are these big black rocks around and I'm like, "What's the deal with these?"

Anyway I'll leave this post off here, I'll be going after the dragon titan next and then I'll start heading off into the mountains. to face the last stuff that's left. Unless I decide partway through to take some more school classes. Been meaning to take some more.

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet #pokemon sv #first playthrough #playthrough #live posting

[waldensblog]

Twilight Reread: Complete

So now that I’ve finished my twilight re-read as an adult, here is a quick run-down of how I stumbled onto Twilight, my thoughts back then, and thoughts now about the series.

How I got into the series back then: I wasn’t super interested when the craze of 2008 started. I was just starting high school and a lot of my friends were interested, but it didn’t really vibe with me - until the New Moon movie that is. Yes, it was Taylor Lautner’s abs that got me into Twilight as a teenager - the movies, anyway, and a friend recommended I read the books, so I borrowed her copies. 

How I got back into the series: Twilight Renaissance memes, and the movies being on Netflix made me go “Nostaglia time!”, so I picked the books back up. 

Twilight, my teenage POV: I don’t really remember too much of my thoughts here, besides that it was fine? I related to Bella, but otherwise I didn’t have strong feelings either way. I didn’t fall for Edward as many of my friends did while reading this one. Twilight, my adult POV: A decent book, a good story, I enjoyed following Bella’s character, and very much related to Charlie this time around, now that I’m closer to his age than Bella’s age lol. I could see more red flags this time around with Edward - and so I didn’t really want them to get together, but obviously I knew they were going to anyway, and I could see how she fell for him (I was a teenager once upon a time after all). 

New Moon, my teenage POV: I remember teenage me quite liking this one, and I became solidly Team Jacob - for reasons beyond TL in the movies. I caught a big crush on Jacob while reading it as a teenager. I remember this one touching my soul more than the first, probably because the break-up depression felt very real to me. I was never in that bad a shape like Bella of course, but I had gone through major depression and a bad break-up, and so I related. I was annoyed when she took Edward back by the end, but didn’t have a problem with Alice or the other Cullens. 

New Moon, my adult POV: I still like this one, partly due to nostalgia, and partly because it warms my heart. I remember being a depressed teenager, and seeing Bella get better over time and have a healthy, good relationship/friendship was nice to see. Again, relating to Charlie, I was basically following his mood the whole book, being Team Jacob because I thought they were good with each other, except that he only hates Edward. This time around, I started to actively hate all the Cullens - because their presence makes the wolves shift and they know it, because they’re capitalists, and they all ghosted Bella cruelly. I wanted them to stay gone. Loved the book overall, but saddened by the ending. I started to develop my Bella-is-under-thrall theory to explain her excessive depression and willingness to take Edward back so quickly. My favourite of this series this time around.

Eclipse, my teenage POV: This one was my favourite as a teenager. I overlooked a lot of the toxic relationships in the book - to the point I can’t remember how I felt about much of it, except that I remember liking the newborn army plot. Or maybe that’s more the movie I liked... it’s been a long time.  Eclipse, my adult POV: I like it, but definitely less than I used to, and definitely less than New Moon. The toxic relationships jump out at me so much more than they did when I was a teenager, and my hatred for the Cullens just grew and grew, and I kept rooting for Charlie and the wolves like in New Moon. I hated the 180 Jacob’s character took around halfway through the book, and how Bella was just... so blind by Edward’s obvious shit. I maintained my she-is-under-thrall headcanon because it let me explain her behaviour, with her panicking at the rapidly approaching graduation/date-to-vampirism being a sign that some part of the old Bella was still there (the one who had hobbies before the thrall made Edward her only thought most of the time) and wanted to break free. Charlie’s annoyance at Edward’s continued existence was such a mood. This time around the plot wasn’t really as captivating to me, maybe again, because my memory was very influenced by the movie that I saw more times than rereading. It ends very tragically to me, and I prefer to end the series there, and headcanon the rest to get a happy ending. 

Breaking Dawn, my teenage POV: I didn’t like it. I didn’t like Bella ending up with Edward, or the pregnancy plot that I didn’t think made any sense. I didn’t like Jacob imprinting, or the baby’s name. I didn’t like the Volturi show-down. I just... I didn’t like it.

Breaking Dawn, my adult POV: I maintain my dislike of it. Stronger, now though. I hate Bella ending up with Edward instead of the thrall breaking. I loathe the pregnancy plot and the sexist explanation for why supernatural men can apparently impregnate but supernatural women can’t get pregnant (the whole Leah’s periods stopped and she thinks she’s infertile while all the wolf guys can totally have babies, and apparently so can Edward despite the sperm being frozen/dead and therefore shouldn’t even be ABLE to fertilize... shit makes me MAD). I hate that Jacob imprints on a baby, and is now basically a thrall to vampires and happy about it. I hate how Bella’s body literally breaks and she dies, and the vampire that wears her face is apparently a perfect being. I hate that there’s literally zero consequences because she gets a relationship with Charlie. I hate how sad Charlie is. I hate how the Volturi come by and then everyone just goes home and it’s apparently happily ever after, despite the fact that they obviously can’t stay in Forks forever, and if they bring Regurgitate with them, Jacob would have to leave with them - permanently separating him from his family, too! I hate that Jacob apparently only loved Bella because egg (bullshit. He fell in love with her before he was ever a werewolf). Honestly, I think the only things I like in this book is like... the wolves pre baby, and Charlie. I’m gonna ignore this one in the future cuz I hate it. Only one in the series I gave a failing grade to. 

Twilight’s lasting impact on me: Well, it definitely sold me on Werewolf fiction. I was intrigued by Teen Wolf when it came on TV at least in part due to my liking the wolves of Twilight, and then I picked up Kelley Armstrong’s Bitten, which basically solidified werewolves as my favourite supernatural creature. I’ll pick up almost any media with a werewolf in it now, and I can directly trace all of that back to this series. It’s really in re-reading/re-watching the movies years later that I see just how it shaped what fiction I enjoy now.

#Twilight Saga #Twilight #New Moon #Eclipse #Anti Breaking Dawn #Team Jacob #Anti Edward Cullen #Anti Alice Cullen #anti culture #Team Charlie #Charlie Swan #Bella Swan #Jacob Black

[cielwells]

Status Update - March 2024, First Month

Background

Quick background and context for anyone stumbling onto this.  On the twelfth, March 12, I decided to try to turn this into a draw/sketch a day thing.  I was already trying to draw at least three times a week and my streak was at 43.  While not 100% accurate, it seemed a good enough number to start at to avoid fighting with my streak keeping app.

The reason I sometimes include “53/53” and the like is because I am not fully abandoning the original three times a week thing.  The first number is the number done.  The second is the current “days since the project started”.

Reflections

The Format

Since this wasn’t planned, I’ve encountered a few things that could be adjusted going forward. 

The collage above?  Yeah, I decided to try for it early on but I didn’t think about making it non-sanity damaging to put together.  Maybe this works with gaps and the like? 

Maybe it is just my fear of having it too big and wasting people’s time and bandwidth.  Maybe it gives the vibes of collaging in books and physical sketchpads.

… I’m not undecided on whether to go for a strictly organized system or just giving each day more breathing room.

In any case, I started using the iOS Clip Studio’s default 4:3 canvas that is 1600 x 1200px.  When I started posting these online more frequently I switched to the square (1640 x 1640 px) because “Instagram”.  Before switching to “Sticker Size” (370 x 320 px) thinking the smaller canvas would be easier to work with.  Before switching between a few of the others once I realized how small the sticker canvas was to other days when compared.

I am, was, until I began writing this section at least, planning to go back to square for consistency’s sake.  Only, I don’t think that will work.  Welcome to real time self reflection folks!  The train has left the script.  It’s 10:19, I need to be at my Easter “Dinner” location at noon.  Only future me knows if I pushed this out beforehand or waited until I got home to clean this up, and practical time travel isn’t invented yet. 

I’m now doubting the square decision for two reasons.  In exploring the different canvas sizes and shapes I’ve started to get a feel for the canvas affects what is created. 

I don’t know if I would have gone for the torso of 61 in a square as I went into it wanting to attempt something with the head.  I like how the torso came out and really disliked the head.

I believe with 55 I cropped it down from a square despite being drawn in a square. 

I’ve caught myself starting to use drawn color swatches for consistency and more room on the canvas leaves more room for them.

Skill Improvement

I guess I can say I improved some.  After 45, Toga, I realized I needed more practice with facial directions.  This lead to more focused practice on that with days 46 through 51 with the last one just focuses on eyes and iris direction.

Then I needed to do something I felt was funner and I felt more passion for, 52 Sukuna.  I didn’t succeed in all my goals for that day.  The lips specifically. 

There are also blow-off days.  59 – Godzilla is the only example I clearly remember.  By time I was “done” I realized I was in so need of breather day that I didn’t even mark that this was, in fact, drawn with a reference.  56 – Snowman was probably a similar low point but I went with a simpler subject to concentrate what bandwidth I had more constructively.

Day 60 – Needlewise?  No, that was trying.  It was me trying to snap out of the duldrums.  The focused practice for that day was this technique I’ve heard and seen about using thicker outlines for the shape and thinner lines inside the “model”.  See on the arms?  This combined with wanting some darn color.  I missed color by this point, which I’ve avoided near all month because I wanted to focus on the basic… is it line art?  I’m also mildly annoyed that the minimalist details in the dessert got covered up by the cactaur once I unhid it.  I could have avoided this if I just greatly reduced the cactaur’s transparency instead of hiding the layer entirely.

Final Thoughts

One thing I think I need to do more of is watch more guides.  Needlewise shows me that knowing something is a thing doesn’t mean I can do it anywhere close to reasonable on my own. 

Me realizing I’m not 100% what I was focusing on, in general, this month is lineart or something else tells me I’m missing some fundamentals in terminology.  If I don’t know the terms then finding guides will be harder.

One thing I like about the Takodachi, 61, Rule 63 v-tuber, and the gnome is that I knew when to stop for the day.  Some advice I’m seeing a lot in videos on the daily drawing topic and general improvement is not drawing for hours and hours just to draw.  Unless you are doing it for fun.  With each I hit some sort of wall, reached a satisfactory minimum amount of goal achieving, and moved on. 

Looking at all the different things I’ve tried, I do wonder if I shouldn’t focus on one specific thing more next month.  Then I look at Sukuna and 55-B the landscape.  I know myself.  If I spent a month working on only lips or only eyes, unless it just groked with me in a fun way, I would begin to resent this project.  I still wish I had a style I knew I wanted to shoot for so that I could at least do variations of topics around that style.

#draweveryday #learning to draw

[existentialmagazine]

Review: Sophie Breton’s new soft folk-pop single ‘Nota Bene’ entangles warmth, emotion and familiarity in one bittersweet bubble

Born and raised in Quebec City, the upcoming artist Sophie Breton has found herself paving her own path since stepping foot onto the music scene, building upon the inspiration she found within many women in the industry. Since her first release in 2019, Sophie has always designed her work by grounding herself in themes of intimacy and emotive narratives, carrying through an indie/pop chill vibe that adds to their resonance. Now as she only looks to continue the momentum she’s ramped up, Sophie shares her latest offering ‘Nota Bene’, one of just two singles that have proceeded her first EP release in 2022.

It’s hard to pin down ‘Nota Bene’ in any one direction, tangled between tender and safe all at once as Sophie sets up a scene that’s all-too familiar, painting acoustic tones with brushstrokes of low candle-light, ambient solitude and a sound that embraces you like soft blankets to your ears. From the quick, finger-picked acoustic guitar riff that rings out with echoes of raw shifts in strings, to the haunting backing ‘ooh’s of Sophie’s that lull you gently into the soundscape, everything about ‘Nota Bene’ feels like the definition of home. Kept close to her heart and delicate in instruments, the track pushes forwards with just the addition of Sophie’s softly sung lines, doused in a light reverberance and a low-toned focus that seeps emotion through every quivering line. The cascading backing vocals continue to complement her words, an incredibly limited palette of sound and yet even more poignant for it.

Things push forwards as things move into the chorus, bringing in intermittent electric guitar strings that ring out through their slow plucks, accompanied by mesmerisingly bright piano keys that scatter undertones of hope and happiness within the more raw narrative. All the while the soundscape whirs around bouncing echoes of every instrument like their conjoined resounding were an instrumental piece of its’ own.

The narrative is just as sincere as the sound, singing a much-needed reminder to stay in the present moment, even when life can often have you overwhelmingly looking ahead or caught up in the past. This conflict between stress and ease plays out just as much in the sound, wrapping around Sophie’s dainty performance that bridges the gap between something achingly real and yet finding peace in being the most authentically, stripped-down version of yourself. Reflecting on these emotions, lyrics like ‘the past knows you did your best, the future holds your wishes’ absolutely soar, resonating deeply with audiences far and wide that need the reminder to stop lingering on the small details that needn’t be overthought. Continuing through lines like ‘sky is clearer than you thought’ , Sophie reminds that we often hold ourselves back out of fear, guiding you to really look at the present moment rather than becoming clouded by your mistakes or your goals you’re always too busy chasing.

Further lyrics continue this empowering message, sonically building a world that delivers nothing but safety and security, allowing listeners a respite that’ll always have their best interests at heart. If you’re in need of a cosy stop to rest, look within and feel a little less alone, there’s no better place to do it than the nearing three minute journey that is ‘Nota Bene.’ You’ll have to listen to it for yourself here though, as the listening experience is one made to be personal to you, wrapping you in comforting arms like the embrace of a friend when you need it most.

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

Photo Credits: Unknown

// This coverage was supported and created via Musosoup, #SustainableCurator.

#tatiana

[ikusayu-no-hana]

guden thought dump

(pronouns will vary, it's not deep I prommy)

the OP is so so so hot everyone is x100 more beautiful somehow . FANS. truly whats hotter than women dancing w fans. actual fav op after kiden's.

ok so im v bad at parsing lyrics in songs of any language by solely hearing them but im p sure they mention Ishiyama - the temple at which it is said murasaki shikibu wrote out the entire tale.

i've heard that ayana has a background in ballet?? norimune could high kick me any day of the week

being bi really amplifies things

hajimeyouka ^^

well the goal here is to make the tale of genji into actual history. that would implicate and fuck up the existing imperial lineage ig.

its soooo weird to see kasen being so friendly and vibing w his teammates bc usually he has a massive stick up him . he even lets ookurikara go his own separate way pursuing the shikigami (?) like???? thats a step up from the hostility theyd share n he's more trusting of kara in this honmaru.

individual fights now. norimune really is stealing the show i cant tear my eyes off herrrr.

its so cute how nansen and himetsuru call each other hime no aniki and nan-kun........ and nansen being taller than hime too. like an elegant elder sibling indulging the younger scruffier one.

hmmm so in GM the 'rainy night conversation' scene where genji and co. r dissecting what kind of woman would be the best to pursue takes place in hahakigi, literally the second chapter, and the opinions of women they put forth in the text r presented as worldly advice that spurs genji to realize that he loves fujitsubo, and in the long run, also shapes his motivations behind kidnapping wakamurasaki ("it is probably not a bad idea to take a wholly childlike, tractable wife and form her yourself as well you can"). while the entire thing does reek of misogyny its more nuanced and bealievable given that the characters justify their opinions w anecdotes (also very fucked up in their own right). guden sort of downplayed the nuance there by solely having genji, to-no-chuji et al focus on beauty and a few quick lines resembling a summary of one or two paragraphs of to-no-chujo. it serves its purpose but......i would have liked it to be a bit longer.....

OHHH MY GOD one of them says 「美しさは人を惑わせる」 / beauty leads people astray which is just like kasen saying 「美しさは兎角人を狂わせる」 / beauty tends to drive people to madness' in kiden. didnt realize my blog title could fit both sutes

*touken danshi roasting the misogynistic convo* this has so many layers bc. written by a woman -> story centred around a casanova -> adapted into a stage play for a franchise that only has male characters -> all of the roles are played by actresses

this kasen uses his hands while talking and its such an extrovert trait its throwing me off lol.

gyoukan: between the lines of the text vs honpen: main story. so gyoukan is the designated period where the people behind the roles of the characters of genji monogatari retain their original sense of self, while during honpen they completely become the characters n forget their real selves. so koshosho no kimi (one of murasaki shikubu's close friends) is the antagonistic empress mother of the tale, kokiden no nyogo.

hmmm i wonder what the mechanism that determines the turnover of gyoukan/honpen is. the touken danshi arrive in heian-kyo, and find the entire era under control of this dichotomous influence, but how did the hra even manage to pull off smth on this scale? and why even give leeway to the touken danshi to break this process by keeping the gyoukan as a loophole?

but actually id say gyoukan serves its purpose in expanding upon the finer aspects behind the work and working it into the narrative.

so murasaki shikibu's caught on to the fact that the novel's story should be destroyed to stop this historical aberration and passes the book onto koshosho no kimi's keeping and thats why shes been resisting the forced characterization even tho its honpen rn

they made rokujou no miyasudokoro an ONMYOJI

koshosho hands three books to kasen. im glad they kept this little detail bc in fact genji monogatari is divided into three parts: the first two deal with the life of Genji and the last w two of Genji's prominent descendants, niou no miya and kaoru. theres much academic contention abt how much of the later chapters murasaki shikibu herself wrote, whether there were supposed to be more chapters, all the complications added from the fact that no original text exists etc etc but sute's understandably not involving itself w all that.

how come rokujou Knows shes in a story,,,,

like what is the criteria for someone to be aware theyre an actor

norimune's so Pretty its like hes a statue in a display case made to be revered . the curves of your lips rewrite history etc

kasen literally has sparkles in his eyes when talking abt how genji is a tale of love + how his prev master was one who lived alongside love and nansen paws him and says 'you bring up your former master everytime' wwww

norimune and himetsuru whispering to each other behind norimunes fan is,. literally the peak sexy use of a fan

apparently hosokawa yuusai used to be regarded as an authority on genji .... and thats why kasen is so passionate in his explanation of it. what a nerd (affectionate)

nansen being disgusted by the fact that genjis #1 love was a woman that resembled his mother . girl it gets worse hang on tight

make way for the hottest most haunting fucking part of this sute (starts reciting th names of all 54 chapters) boy am i glad i read all the chapters guden covers

honpen time....utsusemi's chapter. really fun that they included the snippy remarks towards genjis lecherous insistence and nansen's tsukkomi to genji flattering himself. this man keeps getting more and more disgusted by genjis actions towards women its so funny

yeah they did the sex.

the poem that earns utsusemi her name in genji monogatari (just gonna shorten that to GM from now on) is: 'underneath this tree, where the molting cicada shed her empty shell / my longing still goes to her, for all i know her to be' referring to the kimono she leaves behind while escaping him. but the poem kasen recites is 'just as drops of dew settle on cicada wings, concealed in this tree / secretly, oh secretly, these sleeves are wet with my tears' which is actually utsusemi's own reply to genjis aforementioned poem in GM.

RARE kasen boke moment. at least he realized he shouldnt make utsusemi accept genjis advances for the sake of distorting GM's plot bc that would be against her wishes. consent > tentatively correcting history. rare W there. genji could never.

interesting moral conflict here...norimune and choumou would rather cut down petty things like consent for the greater good of protecting history.

ookurikara went on a solo mission to confront genji while the rest (all 5 of them) go witness utsusemis chapter. so their plan mutsve been to break apart the story by either distorting the women's part of the story, or killing genji himself. what kind of insane confidence did kasen have to let kara go on his own to kill genji lol. also whats with the uneven team distribution....

ookurikara smack cam😔😔

genji cant die bc it isnt his time to die, as per GM. so he has infinite revival and plot protection to back him up

ironic that genji calls kara dekuningyou/ wooden puppet as an insult for a hollow and manipulated being bc at the end of the day isnt he also supposed to be bound by the story thats woven around him? yeah hes gained sentience now, but originally he existed inside the fourth wall, just like originally touken danshi used to be metal. but then again, this role-reversal has been brought about precisely so that his story will be recorded as reality, as his own actions, and that would make him better than sword puppets who will always be invisible and obedient toward the saniwa.

kasen: thank you for your hard work, i appreciate it ^^

kara: im not ur errand boy

kasen: ya thats why i expressed my gratitude (classist nod)

no one perfectly knows what the creator intended save for the creator themself, so only murasaki shikibu can know the contents of kumogakure, and she alone will be able to kill him.

thats the 'lack' in GM which leaves the death subject to interpretation. what genjis last moments are like, who he was surrounded by, etc etc will never be known to us. but since theres no description of his death, in what manner will he die....

for the love of god theyre SOOOO. (not meant in a shippy way tbc)

rokujou's actress is so good. thats a fucking villain alright.

hmm when the characters place blame on murasaki shikibu for making them the way they are, theyre also discounting the coherence and agency of the tale that has its roots in courtly affairs

with sentience also comes the indispensable fourth wall . and the newfound denial of free will.

chilllllls when genji wraps the manuscript around kasen as the newly formed genji.

"a tWeLvE LAyErEd KiMiNo woNt SuiT yOU" BET

ughfjdhjsdhvjksnj aoi no ue's baby fjkdsnfkjsdnvjkdsbnfjbwkjfnrkjfnekfnjewbfskdfnrkfnuejfnskjfnjsefnefkjbejkfn this scene is so kfjsndjfkjdnjvkbfgjbdfvnwsedrftgybhnjkmnhbgfrdecfvgbhjbgfdsrxcgvhbjnkmjhuygtfrdtfwghdvbcehefbiuwgnuwifn 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 FUCK😭😭😭😭😭😭KASEN AS GENJI HOLDING HIS BABY 😭😭😭😭😭

BECAUSE THATS SOMETHING NO TOUKEN DANSHI WILL EVER GET TO EXPERIENCE IT MAKES ME A LITTLE INSANE

hes a father....like an Actual Biological father......

ok but that doesnt happen in GM like in no shape or form do they share a happy-married-couple-cradling-their-child moment like that but also i am not complaining

youve got to fucking wonder when aoi says "resembling hikaru-gimi, how beautiful you are!" to her baby is it resembling kasen. Like does she mean the abstract concept of beauty that is general rather than particular or does it have purple hair blue eyes etc. sorry

ach whys sanchoumou spouting nikkaris battle lines. and norimune's saying kogarasumaru's and hime's doing hasebe's

actually i really like this. the government's actually outdone itself . using the power of anecdotes of swords and attaching them to unrelated swords to make them stronger...well ofc the expected end result is for mkzk and to sort out the number he's done on the timeline, but this is still! so! delightfully fucked up!! the end result of increased power takes precedence over individual stories!!! the ichimonji themselves dont seem to mind the fact they might just be an experimental citadel after all .

does that mean that kasen having gracia as master wouldve made him stronger than if he was regular old kasen w tadaoki ..? and ookurikara being stronger without the date attachment ..? but they still do retain their original characteristics. except that kasen is not as intense. <-idk if thats just the way kaichan interprets him or it's intentional writing

hello ms murasaki shikibu finally. fitting that the author takes the role of she who is forever out of genjis reach, and the person playing genji is an avid GM fan thats willing to doom history as we know it to save the author. get you a man like that etc etc<- NOT.

its so very sad that genji has to find a replacement for fujitsubo in a child of all places.

'Because it's from zuka and the cast is all female, the harshness is alleviated, and because it's a female cast, the hellishness of the women who live the story as reality stands out' <- someone i follow on twt said this and its so so true

ive read a bit of murasaki shikibus diary + the context of it and the reason why people were so dissuasive of murasaki was bc she was keen on pursuing the chinese texts and those were, as a rule, male territory. while men concerned themselves w chinese characters, women wrote in kana, and . that is why the big fabric of script they use in guden has only kana on it !! bc its a tale by a women for women. 'The Tale of Genji’s readership too has been naturalized female, at times discussed as if women were the exclusive audience of the tale, not least because by Murasaki’s time in the Heian period fictional tales had long been identified as a generic category for women.' (x)

lmfaoo suetsumuhana's actress-courtier saying she didnt like sei shonagon's makura no soushi as much as shikibu's GM (<- context is that shonagon served the empress teishi and was the literary jewel of her entourage while shikibu was empress soshi's. shikibu had some not-so-polite words to say abt shonagon in her diary w)

rattles cage DEATH OF THE AUTHOR DEATH OF THE AUTHORRR

perhaps soshi asking shikibu abt why she decided to write a tale of 'man and woman' is the only instance she was asked abt her intentions behind it

i like shikibus answer actually. it doesnt advocate for separatism of the 'man' and 'woman' binary, but shelters the motivations and flaws of characters under the umbrella of simply 'people'. ofc the book is a criticism of male whims and ofc guden does take it that way, but the motivations and fates of all characters cannot be put solely in the neat category of 'due to gender', bc in the end even the characters and ofc shikibu herself realize that this is how the wider society has molded them to be. so, it is 'a tale of people'

thatd mean touken danshi are outsiders with no relation or stakes in the tale, they are neither women who have loved/endured affairs, nor are they men that whimsically toy around in love. they are there to voice (ours, the audience's) morality.

so the logic used by th Nobody is: waka and poems are permissible bc they r expressions of the heart, but not prose that contains fiction, which is why writers like izumi shikibu and sei shonagon will be spared while murasaki shikibu will fall into hell. all out of respect for buddhist precepts. (mental note to translate shiotsuki shu's blog entry soon)

and making the lie that is GM into reality/truth will absolve shikibu of her sins

just realized...didn't Ishiyama temple become a sort of tourist spot for allegedly being the spot where GM was completed? Ironic how such a 'heretical' piece of work could come into being in the house of god.

really good stuff in this paper

seeing how protests only arose from the 12th century on and there arent any surviving records of such criticism from the time shikibu wrote , im inclined to think that maybe the unnamed man that confronts shikibu is literally some rando guy from the latter centuries that got picked up by the HRA, from when the availability of printed books led to GM being way more accessible . bc come to think of it - its highly unlikely shikibu would Not know a courtier, the only class that was in the know abt GM. but then again, absence of evidence is not evidence of absence, so maybe putting that 'nobody' there as a placeholder male aristocrat is so he can serve as vehicle for the problems that arise when fiction is come across by those who were unintended as target readers in the first place, in this case, men.

also its sort of ironic how the guy (the nobody) is overly concerned with the metaphysical fate of shikibu while the flow of history has proved agin and again that she remained not only an author that was respected and idealized, but also a historian that was treated as a valuable source on heian noble etiquette. typical patriarchal delusion stemming from misplaced concern.

well either way, whether all this is true or not, its p clear that there have been exaggerations and unproved myths surrounding shikibu and GM all along, whether be for or against, so should another lie really make any difference in the grand scheme of things?

'....aren't we also a big lie? what a sinful existence are touken danshi' norimunes fucking line deliveryyyy

i bet real genji made quick work of koremitsu during gyoukan to appear in front of genji!kasen as koremitsu himself lol

ah the ave maria from kiden

when the fuck did they discover they can travel to diff chapters by flipping pages ???????? itd be funny if kasen just realised that spur of the moment

fitting that empress soshi mentions chuang tzu's 'butterfly who dreams' analogy to describe their situation bc historically, she was so interested in chinese lit that she studied it under shikibu's guidance

wait so this has strayed far enough from reality that the intention has transformed this genji monogatari re-enactment into a genji kuyo? oh this FUCKS

norimune's old man laughter >>>>> mkzk's old man laughter

'the only actual person here is that man playing genji?!' theyre in platos cave. theyre all in platos cave. we were all in platos cave until now. we were all butterflies dreaming we're humans.

its the fact that everything was truly black and white until now history was history and GM was a story that was well liked until some guy came along, threw everything into chaos, managed to mix up actual existences with falsified ones, gave rise to incoherence in the story due to the existence of multiple genjis at the same time, with the sole hope that in the future some people would dig up his bones and recognize GM as a true story, but the only way to stop this contradiction is itself a contradiction: killing the main genji in kumogakure would indeed lift the altered existence of heian-kyo, but it would also accomplish his death which was what he hoped for in the first place. is this really then a plot with no holes?

good lord but that is quite a nose on suetsumuhana. it looks like...something else entirely. not gonna say what

wakey wakey @ ookurikara. congrats to date masamune for appearing in three difftypes of stage adaptations

ive said it already but its so striking how different the types of scenes we're shown of kasen as genji and kara as genji are. kasen's always romancing and getting the best scenes while kara isnt shown romancing at all

norimune is a beaut x100

GOD himes fight sequence w all the wings flapping sfx and the twirling is so elegant ..... what was that HRA formation tho lol they were just being goofy

did i mention norimune is so mesmerizing everytime she's onstage . the sex appeal is off the charts like genuinely

i keep forgetting its a woman in ookurikaras role bc she looks so cool.

I will literally never get tired of the sute trope of having kasen's fight sequences the last w dramatic music precluding his appearance onstage and him spreading his arms wide and going ware koso wa nosada ga hitofuri, kasen kanesada nari! and then wrecking shit up (god there r so many similarities between this fight and kidens hissatsu fight)

shut upppp shut up the kuyou spotlight circling the kikyou spotlight as he realizes his true story >!>!!>I!UH@*#$%^&*(struggles to breathe

final form genji looks like hes stepped out a wuxia novel. jun wu vibes fr

yayyy final fight

i think so far in the entire play norimune's had her stomach slashed in the same place thrice

i like how they include little waltz (?) dance steps into hime's fight choreo

CHILLS as norimune says theyre not the ones who'll kill genji and then all the women walk on stage

ummmmmmmmmmmmmm

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uhhhhhhh

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the honpen retains its influence on them....ofc they wont be the ones to kill genji. that would be incoherent with the storyline . what do you call it when the characters drawn by a woman for women are in the end too crippled by love to kill the source of their suffering? .... someone who is until the end mean in his love....

after rewinding multiple times......yes wakamurasaki does stick the knife into herself . the thrust overlaps w kasen pushing his sword into genji + lights go off so its jus t silhouettes

ah

its so fitting that genji dies right after wakamurasaki here since kumogakure follows right after maboroshi (the chapter in GM where wakamurasaki dies)

whats a little homoerotic cheek cupping between enemies...heh

we cannot leave heiankyo in any media without mentioning shuten douji ofc

kasen................why . how do you justify that

they let th HRA fucken run off w genjis dead body like bro. BRO I AM SHAKIGN YOU SO HARD . HIS CORPSE WAS RIGHT THERE HOW COME NOBODY THOUGHT OF HOLDING ON TO IT TO YKNOW, ACCOMPLISH THE MISSION THEY CAME HERE FOR IN THE FIRST PLACE .

AND DNA TESTING EXISTS????????????? COULDNT THE GUY'S BONES BE TESTED AND THEREFORE PROVED NOT TO BE GENJI BC HIS GENE POOL WOULD NOT MATCH THAT OF THE PREVIOUS IMPERIAL LINE OR SMTH. I DOUBT THE HRA METICULOUSLY PROGRAMMED THE STORY TO MAGICALLY ALTER THE GENETIC MAKEUP OF THE GUY

kasen says its alright bc itll be imperceptible but. no ? if GM is proved to be real it won't be the first fictional novel discovered anymore??? that's a Big thing

nyan's silliness is so refreshing after That

what. was that contradiction. why . what was the neeeed for a flimsy ending like that. just to secure their citadel's destruction? semt-san i know youre better than thisss i know you can write a complicated ending to your complicated premise but this really wasnt it

'even though you might be broken, gozen sure is carefree' lets just carry on like normal after saying that yeah

hime saw kasen stuck in platos cave slowly realizing he should turn around and said no we hold on to the illusion that everythign right in frotn of us is reality. harsh ? maybe, but it coheres. the ichimonji are after all government tools.

hell is other people hell is us . theres so much potential here for sequels of zukatousute, esp since they brought up og tousute's manba and mkzk. feels cruel to leave that honmaru hanging.

curtain call now

shu is so cute she talked abt how she was out of letter sets so she couldnt send her honmaru's nansen for his kiwame

sayato sumiki saying she'll feel #gudenloss

noooooo maomao is so close to tears ;-; but also WOW the gap moe

so ayana's voice is so much higher than what she uses for norimune... i could listen to her for hours ….. heart is taking -1000 dmg

zachouuuuuuuuuuu aaaaaaaaa. [mimes closing a book] "i believe its time to close this story." *someone from the cast whispering "kawaii!"*

all in all, i think the genji monogatari + jinbutsu storyline was pretty solid and did make for a gripping plot but the ending that the touken danshi chose troubles me to no end......ideally kara wouldve snatched genjis corpse and theyd have given him a proper cremation and theyd have pondered the same things they do after the hra take away genji

or what would also have been fun is kasen and kara realizing their altered stories were due to the government's tampering and thus letting go of genji was a conscious decision between two of them setting up for a nice kurikase / ichimonji-seifu dichotomy where they chose to remain true to themselves while the ichimonji willingly give their stories up and resign themselves to being mere tools

......plus the fact that none of them ever mentioned smth like hope to see you in another sute work! in the curtain call...........aaaa it's too sad

#randomeows #tousute