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gh0st-t0wn3 · 2 months

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I finally had time to make proper designs for the Trio!

Redson: Ver 1

Ver 2

I couldn't decide on if I liked it better with the braids or not so I just posted both, but anyways!

I gotta admit, I used to not like the idea of redson having Bull features (except for a small pair of horn maybe) but the concept really grew on me and now I really love it and wanted to try making my own design and I'm really proud with how it turned out.

I would've added more scars, since Guanyins throne pierced his entire body, but there came a point where it just looked like there was too much going on so I had to get rid of a few scars to tone it down, so we're just gonna say they faded over time, okay? Okay.

I also made him Miao (one of the largest ethnic minorities in southwest China) on PIF's side, and Mongolian on DBK's.

The Miao ethnicity of China has a long history, rich culture, and an ancient folk religion. Adorned in beautiful traditional clothes, possessing natural talent for singing and dancing, they live in uniquely designed indigenous architecture, which I think fits perfectly with how I imagined Princess Iron Fan and with her; Redson.

As for DBK being Mongolian, I saw someone else talking about this headcanon and I just liked it so I decided to use it, I don't really have a specific reason for it, I just thought it fit, not sure why though, it's just one of those things that makes sense even if you don't know why, you know?

Mei:

I made her taller and gave her a long dragon tail (like really long, it drags along the floor if she's not holding it up), though her scales are pretty much everywhere across her body they're most noticeable on her shoulders, thighs, and face (they're a bit hard to see in this photo because they're kinda hidden behind her hair, but I did give her scales beside her eyes)

I also gave her horns these little spiral designs around them, gave her sharper nails, and designed her ears to look like coral, since she's a water dragon and I thought they looked cool.

Honestly idk what else to say about her design, I didn't have anything specific in mind when designing her, I kinda just had to wing it, but I'm happy with how it turned out :)

(I also made her Bengali, on her dad's side, but it's not really important or has any reason behind it, just a headcanon I've had for a while, don't know where it came from though)

MK:

Alot of people have speculated that the monkey form we see during the fight against Azure in season 4 isn't MK's full form yet, that we're just seeing a fraction of what he's yet to become, based on the fact that while he has the weird side burns, the tail and the face marking, he also lacks a natural skin tone, they didn't give him a proper nose etc, so I wanted to play with the idea.

I decided to make him this strange mix between human and monkey, leaving him pretty much human with the addition of his tail(s), and weird li'l monkey feet.

(I was also gonna give MK more arm/leg hair, it was in my first sketch, but I forgot to add them when I was doing the line art and didn't realize until after I saved it as a jpeg, so that's my bad, but I'm gonna add it in to any other art I make)

It's also a bit hard to see in this, but I designed his staff with more details, specifically adding dragon-esque imagery to the Golden ends, this is because (for anyone who's new to the fandom/hasn't read JTTW) Wukong's staff was originally one of the several pillars that held up the sea in the dragon palace, until he stole it and shrunk it down to use as his weapon.

I also did MK's clones :)

Porty MK:

I gave him stripes of coloured hair and gave his tails all different colours, though I don't think he would actually dye it, instead I like to think that he would use that really crappy dollar store spray in hair dye (or hair chalk). I kept the fishnet clothes that I added in my originally design of him for my headcanons post, and decided to give him striped elbow length fingerless gloves.

I also gave him a cropped shirt, ripped shorts and these weird fingerless glove-esque shoes for convenience, since regular shows seem like they would be uncomfortable.

Edit: my dumbass forgot Porty's stupid print jacket 😭

Artist MK:

For Artist MK I gave him overalls and a jacket over it, which he wears specifically for when he's doing paintings so he doesn't ruin too many of his actual clothes (I know I said that this was inspod by Circusapple, which it still is, but this is almost exactly what I wear when I'm painting too, just in different colours).

I also gave him those gloves that digital artists wear so they're hands don't accidently trigger something on the screen because everyone knows that every artist just walks around with their art glove on even when it's not necessary.

Delivery MK:

I have to admit, I was never a big fan of MK's work uniform just being his regular clothes with a work jacket thrown over it so I wanted to try and make him look a little more professional and decided to instead give him a chef coat (similar to the one Pigsy wears on the show as well), with a logo for the restaurant on the chest, along with it I gave him plain black pants, since casual red jeans didn't seem very professional (I know he's just a delivery person, but if you were to look at pretty much any food corporation, even people who do deliveries have to wear uniform, so it's always been kinda strange to me that he's just in regular clothes).

The shoes were harder to make professional given the whole "half-monkey" thing so I opted to give him the same strange fingerless glove-esque shoes for comfort and convenience, but made them plain black as well.

#lego monkie kid #fanart #lego monkie kid red son #monkie kid red son #lego monkey kid fanart #red son #lego monkie kid mk #lmk spicynoodles #lmk mk #hong hai'er #lmk mei #lego monkie kid mei #monkie kid mei #long xiaojiao #qi xiaotian

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itoshiexx · 9 months

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perfect

synopsis: rin remembers how perfect you are for him.

pairing: itoshi rin x afab!reader | words: 2.6k | warnings: established relationship, afab reader (referred to as "girl"), pet names (baby, pretty, love), fluff, smut, oral + fingering (reader receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, praising!!!, emotional sex

notes: i really wasn't gonna post this today but i'm EAGER. this is my first attempt at writing smut in english so pls be kind lol idk if this is good or like the worst shit ever. this is kind of a part 2 for this so i recommend you read it :))

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people could say itoshi rin was many things: cold, distant, a soccer star, a fan of horror, the number one. and he agreed with all of these. but he was also passionate, extremely determined and, most of all, hopelessly in love with you. and even though he was cold and distant, that was not the case when it came to your relationship.

with you, rin showed all of that passion and determination by loving you in his own gentle way, always so full of devotion, pouring every ounce of the overflowing feelings he harbored in his chest for you only. because he did feel — and intensely, at last. that’s why he always wanted to make you feel happy, and safe, and loved. he wanted you to be confident and to value yourself just as much as he valued you.

that’s why sex with rin felt like some divine moment.

as you stand there, dumbfounded with the proximity and his words, he takes the opportunity to close the distance between you, capturing your lips in a kiss that makes you melt in his arms almost instantly. he has this weird effect on you; one that makes you surrender all that you are to him until you become one.

“will you let me?” he murmured once you separated, sounding a little breathless. you, on the other hand, were a dizzying mess, unable to form coherent sentences with the way the air got knocked out of your lungs.

“w-what…?” you stutter, and rin’s little smirk makes your legs shake.

“will you let me show you how much i love you? how much i cherish you?”

you’re pretty sure your heart stops for a few seconds before it races inside your chest like an orchestra. a tiny nod is the only answer you can muster, but rin’s not satisfied.

“use your words, pretty.” he backs away, and, dreading any further distance, you’re quick to say “yes!” in a slightly pitched voice. rin smiles in that delicate way he only does around you, and his thumbs trace small circles on your waist as he hums, “good girl”.

you feel goosebumps as one of his hands goes up, tracing the curve of your body until it rests on your cheek, and then his mouth is on yours again, more demanding, trying to absorb all that you are willing to give. his tongue invades your mouth, and you moan when his wet muscle laces with yours in a lewd dance. your hands fly to the nape of his neck, where you tug at the black strands of hair, and the way he groans sends a shiver down your spine and spreads heat to the middle of your legs.

but you still have a little bit of rationality left, so you gently push him apart to say, “we’re gonna miss dinner if we keep going,” even if your uneven breathing says how much you want to keep going. however, rin is also very stubborn, and, (un)fortunately, knows your body very well.

“we can just reschedule,” he states, simply. “i think right now this is more important.”

you still try to reason, “baby, we can have sex any time…”

“it’s not about the sex.” he frowns. “i want you to remember how precious you are.” a gentle kiss on your jaw. “i want to worship you.” another, and then one more at your neck. it’s unconscious, the way you slightly turn your head to give him more access. “i want you to feel so much more than pretty. i want you to feel beautiful.”

if the tender nibs and the open mouthed kisses he leaves on the column of your throat aren’t enough to overwhelm you, his words sure can. there is no ounce of strength in your body to fight him anymore, so your answer comes in the form of a needy kiss, tugging at the collar of his shirt so he can be closer, because there was never such a thing as close enough. rin relishes in the way you eagerly try to devour him, more than happy to give you all of him.

he was only ever yours to begin with.

and he makes sure you know by matching your kisses with just as much fervor, tugging at your waist until he can grind his growing need on your core, wanting you to feel just how much he desires you. it’s not a surprise he is rock hard in his pants, but this is all about you, so he can wait. he will wait until you are beneath him, writhing in pleasure to the point he’s all you can think about.

rin is caring when slowly he pushes you to the bed, being careful not to put all his weight on you. his knee finds home in the middle of your legs, and he feels lightheaded with the way you grind against it, already desperate for some kind of friction.

his lips go back to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to your collarbone. you can feel the plushness of his pink flesh softly hover over your skin, and it lights up as if something is dancing beneath it, this sort of giddy feeling that staggers you. it’s always there whenever rin touches you, though you can’t say you don’t love it.

then, he’s sucking the mound of one of your breasts, while his hand is occupied fondling the other. it leaves a faint purple bruise on your skin, but you can’t find it in you to care — instead, you whine in approval, wishing for more of the feeling of his teeth grazing you, eager to bear his possessive marks. the stream of hickeys he leaves around your tits also makes you a little greedy, and you want to scream to make him take off your bra and give attention to your perky nipples.

and rin is excellent at reading things. on the field, it was an admirable trait by both teammates and rivals, used as a powerful tool for his goals and more often than not leading his team to victory. in your relationship, it made you feel all warm and fuzzy, the way he was so observant to your needs and the little quirks that made you so you. in bed, it felt a lot like salvation, for he was always aware of what you wanted and needed, sometimes even before you did.

the first flick of his tongue on your bud nearly makes you wail, and you can almost feel the smirk forming on his stupidly handsome face. “needy, aren’t you?” he coos, though it holds no bite. you are ready to retort, but any words die in your mouth when he licks again, circling your areola and gently scraping his teeth at your nipple.

he gives both your tits the attention they deserve, and by the time rin is done, your arousal is already pooling on your panties, leaving you squirming on the bed while touching every part of him you could reach. suddenly, you become conscious that he’s still dressed, so you take it as a challenge to unbutton his shirt until you can finally see his toned torso.

“baby…” he sighs when you scrape your nails through his chest, all the way down to his perfect abs. before you can reach his pants, however, he separates from you, taking off the shirt that was bothering him.

his hand laces with yours. “not yet.”

but you are impatient. you need him so, so bad it actually hurts. the ache in your pussy can only be solved when his cock splits you open, and for a moment, you seriously consider telepathy, but his voice in your head burns like a fresh memory. use your words, pretty. i like to hear you.

and who are you to deny your boyfriend?

“rinnie,” you whisper, “please.”

“hm? please what?” he arches his eyebrow, hands squeezing your hips.

you bite your lower lips, embarrassed, but answer nonetheless, “please fuck me.”

rin flashes you a bright grin that can rival the sun, and he kisses you once more as a reward, all while his hands slowly descend to your thighs, taking your panties off along the way. he feels impossibly harder when he sees the strings of your arousal on the fabric, moreso when you open your legs for him to see your quivering hole that’s just dying to be filled by him.

“fuck, look at you…” he groans, sliding his fingers through your folds. your moans are the sweetest sound he ever heard. “so wet. so pretty. all for me, hm?”

“yes, baby, yes… please, hah— please!” you whine, slightly desperate. he curls one finger inside of you, and you could almost cry. it feels good, so good, but it’s not enough. “m-more… need more!”

rin is feeling generous, so he attends to your pleas by shoving three fingers at once. you wail at the pleasure of having more of him, his long digits hitting your sweet spots in ways you never could.

“taking my fingers so well, love,” he whispers in your ear. “you’re so pretty. my pretty girl.”

you shudder with the praise, clenching around his fingers and feeling closer than ever when he uses his thumb to start rubbing your clit. it doesn’t take much time to be hit with your orgasm, one that leaves your whole body trembling and gives rin one of his favorite sights.

beautiful.

he doesn’t even let you say anything, kissing you again, prodding his tongue inside your mouth and muffling any surprised gasps by the sudden invasion. rin’s wet muscle laces with yours in a slow, sensual dance that makes both of you moan in union, the sound traveling all the way down and keeping your arousal alive.

he keeps going until the lack of air forces you to part. you’re panting, but your eyes search for his teal ones, always a pretty shade of aquamarine that makes you crumble. when you see the hazy look on his orbs, you’re sure he will take out his cock and fuck you already, but instead he starts giving little kisses down your tummy, all the way to your inner thighs.

“don’t tease,” you whimper. “just get inside me alread— ah!” you scream when his tongue makes contact with your sensitive clit. rin licks a long stripe along your folds that makes you quiver and shut up.

“wanna taste you first, pretty.” his eyes find yours, “please?”

and, again, who are you to deny your boyfriend?

especially when he says it like that.

so you agree, and rin eagerly goes down on you, slurping through your wet pussy like that’s all he needs to survive. he prods his tongue inside you, in and out, motioning the movement his dick should be making, and you take a moment to realize he is rutting his hips on the mattress every time he does.

then, he laps at your clit once again, twirling his tongue in circular motions that make your eyes roll back and your toes curl. you can barely contain your moans, tugging at his hair and crying out loud when his satisfied groan sends vibrations to your nerves.

his flow becomes quicker, sloppier, and the wet sounds are so lewd that you can feel your second orgasm building up in that familiar tingling feeling that sends you to the edge.

“baby, baby… ‘m cumming, ‘m gonna cum…!” you cry, gripping the bed sheets like your life depends on it.

that’s all the incentive he needs to keep on going, sweeping his tongue on your bud until he can taste the familiar flavor of you cum and sense your thighs almost crushing his head.

he’d die a happy man.

your body goes limp, and you’re gasping for air like you’d just ran a marathon. rin hovers over you to appreciate the scene, and with the way his cock twitches inside his boxers, rin thinks he appreciates this — making you come undone — a little too much. he’s sure his tip is red and leaking pre.

he gives you some time to recover by slowly unbuckling his belt, taking off his pants and throwing them somewhere on the floor. his boxers go next, and just like he thought, the spongy head of his dick is swollen and in desperate need of relief.

he said he would wait until you were beneath him, writhing in pleasure to the point he’s all you could think about, before giving him some attention. so he doesn’t stop you from putting your hands around his girth, hissing when you pump him a few times.

your eyes are blurry, but they look up at him with so much love and desire he could very much cum right there. god, how much he fucking loves you. it’s honestly ridiculous.

rin lets you pull him closer and cage him with your legs behind his hips.

“ready, baby?” he asks, as if you aren’t aching for his cock.

“god, please— i need you. i need you inside of me,” you all but wail.

rin thrusts into you at once, and you nearly lose your mind.

he’s long and thick, reaching all of your swollen spots without much effort. you can feel his veins dragging along your walls, creating even more friction, unconsciously rolling your hips to get more of this feeling. rin moans in your ear, and he does it again when you squeeze him tighter.

“always so tight f’me,” he sighs, dreamily. “god, you are perfect. you are perfection itself, baby.”

“rin, rin…!” is all you can muster to say.

he presses you harder on the mattress, rutting into your cunt and relishing at the feeling of your velvet walls sucking him in and gripping his shaft like a vice. you’re scraping your nails along his back and shoulders, looking for grounding, but he keeps pounding the head of his cock in that one specific spot that makes you see not only stars, but whole galaxies.

“rin, rinnie, p-please… r-righ— right there!”

at this point you are babbling nonsense, rin being the only thing on your mind as you chase your third orgasm of the night. “fuck, pretty…” he curses, feeling the neglected coil on his lower abdomen threatening to snap. he can’t really help it, though. you feel too good. too perfect.

and all his.

the constant bullying of his cock on your sweetest spot, the overwhelming feelings inside you and the sweet praises given by your boyfriend on you ear make you come apart, and you scream with the devastating pleasure that seeps through your whole body, like you’re floating on cloud nine. rin hisses when your walls clench him tighter, and seeing you reach your high gets him to spill his load inside of you, finally getting his much deserved release with white hot spurts on your warm core. he fucks both of you throughout your orgasms, and when you start to feel a bit overstimulated, you wiggle him out of you, snapping him from his daze. he collapses.

the familiar weight of his body on top of yours is comforting, along with the soft tune of his breathing on the crook of your neck. you scratch his scalp lightly, your other hand patting his back oh so lovingly. he’s so happy — to have you, to feel you, to love you.

“i hope you never doubt how beautiful and amazing you are, love,” he whispers, not daring to break the silence.

you say nothing, embracing him tighter. your silent thank you.

“but if you ever forget,” he continues, taking you by surprise, “i’m always here to remind you.”

tagging @doobea and @auratux bc they voted for this

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herlondonboy · 11 months

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Oh, My, Love Is A Lie

pairings: Taylor Swift x gn!reader / Taylor Swift x Joe Alwyn

summary: The one where Taylor falls out of love with you and in love with her PR boyfriend.

warnings: PR relationships, lmk what else. Is it weird that it’s Joe? idk. No way in hell am I writing about yk who though

word count: 0.9k

You were at home again.

At home alone whilst Taylor was off gallivanting with Joe. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Joe, he was nice and shared a few qualities of your own, it was that he was going on dates with your girlfriend. The part that probably pissed you off the most was the fact that when Taylor’s team had suggested a fake boyfriend to divert everyone’s attention from the two of you she agreed instantaneously.

You knew she wasn’t embarrassed by you per se, but the fact that she had already made up her mind on the matter before she spoke to you about it hurt.

Four years together were ruined by a photo of a kiss on the cheek that Taylor blamed herself for. She had let her guard down and loved you in public and now you were both paying the price.

The soft hum of the television was the only sound apart from your rapid beating. You stared down at the velvet box in betrayal before opening your phone to the messages from the night before, double-checking the time you had agreed on.

You: Are we still on to celebrate tomorrow?

Taylor: Yes, of course!! 10 pm, right?

You: Yep. See you then, I love you!

Taylor: Love you

You looked at the clock on your phone and sniffled, 00:13. It wasn’t even your anniversary anymore. A sigh sounded and you stood to go to the dining room. The dinner you had made Taylor was still on the table so you moved it to the oven just in case she got home and was hungry.

Next, you made haste with removing the wax that had melted onto the table. They Taylor’s favourite scent and you sniffled in remembrance before tossing them into the bin.

The television was still on as you found the bedroom. Plastic rose petals littered the floor in a way that looked random, but was anything else. You wondered if she’d even notice if you left before she got back. Probably not. You put the petals back into the bag that they came in and chucked them on the bed before walking over to the wardrobe.

You didn’t blame Taylor. You were nobody and Joe was somebody. Okay, maybe you did blame her a little bit. But she had fallen in love with someone who didn’t even love her back whilst the person that did love her watched from their home.

Four years gone. And for what? She let her insecurities get the better and now you were insecure. Constantly blaming yourself for being the reason she latched onto Joe. Had you seen the cameras sooner, she wouldn’t have kissed your cheek and she wouldn’t have needed the PR relationship in the first place.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door creaking open and a small curse followed by skin slapping against the floor, “y/n, baby, are you awake?” She called out and you walked back into the lounge, frowning when she grinned at the sight of you. Taylor saw your look and pouted, walking over to you, “I’m sorry that I missed our date. I just got a little carried away at the studio.”

“It wasn’t a date,” You said softly, looking up at her, “And I wish that was true, but photos of you and Joe leaving the studio were published hours ago.”

Taylor tried to think of a response before just looking down guiltily. At least she still felt enough for you to feel bad, right?

“It was our anniversary,” You continued, a lump forming in your throat. “And I tricked myself into thinking that you wouldn’t stand me up for Joe on a day as special as this, but I was so wrong.”

“Y/n,” Taylor murmured, “I’m sorry. I lost track of time, but I can make it up to you. I promise, just let me try.”

You let out a shaky breath and looked down at the coffee table. Taylor followed your line of sight and gasped, covering her mouth. Picking it up, you held it out to Taylor, who took it regretfully.

“I love you, Taylor, and I always will, but I can’t be with someone that doesn’t love me back anymore. The way you look at Joe now is the way you used to look at me,” You explained. “And I wondered if you actually got here on time and we celebrated our anniversary would you have said yes?”

The look on her face said all. She knew she was falling out of love with you, too.

“Don’t worry,” You said, knowing that you didn’t want her to feel even worse, “I wouldn’t marry me either.”

“Y/n, that’s not-“ Taylor stammered, “I would- I would marry you. I just… I didn’t mean to.”

Sniffling, you nodded. People don’t control who they fall in love with, unfortunately. If they could, you wouldn’t be blaming yourself. A weak smile graced your lips and you leaned forward to hug the blonde, “I love you, Tay, and I want you to be happy. If that means Joe, then so be it. I’m sure, I’m sure he does love you back. You’re hard not to love.”

“I’m sorry,” Taylor whispered, “I really did love you.”

Can’t you see that your words are hurting me? You wanted to scream at her. She was trying to comfort you and was failing miserably.

#elijah writes #taylor swift x reader #Taylor swift #taylor swift imagine #taylor x reader #taylor x joe #Taylor swift one shot #one shot #fanfiction #taylor swift fanfiction

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catboybiologist · 3 months

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So. This has lived on my hard drive for over a year and a half now, and in my head for much longer than that. I have the entire plot mapped out in my mind, and it's not *too* long. But it's gonna require a lot of careful writing that I think is beyond my ability, and definitely beyond my current available free time level. Maybe when I advance to candidacy, or maybe this is the story I use a portable backpacking writing setup for.

Either way. It's very deliberately allegorical, and taps into a few sci fi cliche "twists" that you're supposed to kinda figure out early on, but are used for bigger themes later.

As I said. Probably beyond my ability.

But here's how I kicked it off a while back. It has a similar "flow" to the intro of biologics, where it cuts between expository introspection and the actual events happening. Idk if that's weird, but it's what made sense to me.

Also I hate the working title I gave it, but I can't think of it as anything else now.

Symphony of the Stars

The bar I found myself in wasn't much different than millions of others like it. A couple cheap liquors that could be found anywhere, maybe a halfway decent local beer or two, and some tacky tourist paraphernalia hang haphazardly on the walls. Absentmindedly, I swirled my drink. My eyes slowly drifted through the panel windows behind the bar, and onto the orange gas giant visible through it.

That was one thing that made me partial to this little backwater- that damn view. Sure, the closer moons might advertise themselves on their intimate little peeks at the red spot, or the faintest glimpse of Jupiter's barely visible rings, but the people there... Not that I minded the workers, I'm a mechanic of sorts myself- but the miners, water pumpers, and atmospheric skimmers of Jupiter's inner moons were a particular brand of insufferable. Thinking that a couple years managing equipment in the Hellas basin made them the most rugged people on the planet, and then shipped themselves out to the furthest flung inhabited spot in the damn solar system. Joke's on them- most of them don't survive 10 years out here. The ones that make it are a different story, I'll give you that. A certain breed of person actually has what it takes to make it out here, and those people have earned some respect.

But I digress.

Callisto was a remote place, damn far from the sprawling metropolises of Mars or the more cushy mining jobs in the belt. Up until recently, it had been my own little sleepy backwater that I had used to escape my extended hours fixing ships for the harvesters on the other moons.

That was before jumping.

Callisto boasted a small engineering and research center near the south pole, most famous for getting artificial gravity fields working nearly three centuries ago. That bit of notoriety let someone set up a particle accelerator that looped the whole damn moon on its equator. Forty eight years ago, a researcher hit the right island of stability when making ultra-heavy elements, and something just... came together. The exact right amount of mass was focused in the exact right amount of space to dent space time in a perfect little way. A few measurements later, they realized that they had created the smallest documented black hole.

My eyes again wandered to the space in between us and Jupiter. That was the other reason I came to this bar so often. It was also the only place around where you could watch the show.

After a few times generating and collapsing this infant of a black hole, some idiot of a scientist decided that they just had to throw something into it. It wasn't much of anything, just a probe that blasted a repeating live image from its camera in all directions. And hopefully, if it survived in any identifiable form, someone would pick up on it.

Well, someone did. A little over four years later, we got a picture of a star. Real helpful- there's only a couple septillion of those out there, right? But what mattered was the timing, and the direction. The star was eventually identified as Proxima Centauri. The moment the image from the probe had been received, the receiver was exactly 4.2465433 light years away from Proxima. And the image was received exactly 4.2465433 years after the probe was thrown into the hole. Meaning that the probe was at Proxima, exactly 4.2465433 years before the image was received. And it was thrown into the hole, on Callisto.... also exactly 4.2465433 years before the image was received. One moment, Callisto. One moment, Proxima Centauri. In some unit of time that was smaller than our ability to measure, it had traveled to the next star system. It was the textbook definition of a wormhole.

And with that discovery, well....

Jupiter's red spot quivered ever so slightly. They were right on schedule, it seemed. Just need to gain a bit of mass in the accelerator, get the magnetic railgun to throw it all into the space above it....

Like fluid down a drain, the image of Jupiter swirled as a dark spot appeared in front of it. Slowly, it grew, twisting the orange and red tones of the gas giant in mosaic patterns, until the black orb stopped, hovering in the emptiness.

After the initial wormhole generation all those years ago, it was found that by nudging the mass to be a little less, or a little more, or nudging to position of the superheavy object that created it, you could target distant parts of the universe. Soon, small spacecraft were being sent to distant stars. The scientists started it, of course. Shortly afterwards, the Callisto government began lobbying to make our little outpost the first official launch point for interstellar settlement.

That was forty years ago. And at this point, the five established settlements were fairly self sufficient- they just needed occasional contact and resupplies. Every week, a wormhole would be opened to one of the colonies. And every week, a freighter would be there to make the jump through, grab what supplies it needed, leave behind a new list of requests, and then disappear again until their specific colony was contacted again in another five weeks. And every week, I would be in this same bar to watch the fireworks.

My eyes narrowed as the perfect black circle reached its stable state. I watched these things every damn week. Part of me wants to say "blink and you'll miss it", but the truth is, at this point in the process, there's nothing to miss.

One moment, a featureless orb. The next moment, a deep space freighter. No flash. No gradual fade. No coming out of a tunnel. The hole was large enough for the entire mass of the ship to fit through at once, and the jump was seamless.

And to tell the truth... I didn't like it.

Humanity had reached and settled the furthest reaches of space, because of a magic substance that broke physics, stumbled upon by accident, in a random lab, by a some guy who was just trying to whip up a new element.

It was perfect. It was too perfect. And it bothered me.

And well, that's why I was here. I'd been visiting Callisto for years, and the pressure to make jumping more and more accessible to small spacecraft was insane. Pretty soon, everyone trying to engineer or maintain any kind of ship would need to have half of a quantum physics degree, and I wanted to be ahead of the curve. So when the launch point was made official, and they called for mechanics to service the ships that made the jumps to the colonies and back, I lept at the opportunity.

But the push was always for more applications, with little thought to the physics. More jumps, more colonies, more resupplies, more energy efficiency to increase the frequency at which it could be used. Some people were interested in the mechanics of the phenomena to exploit it further, sure, but most seemed to stonewall when you questioned too far. How the hell had this been missed? Why is everyone pushing for applications, and no one freaking out over how much this broke our understanding of the universe? Is it possible to measure the unit of time that the jump occurred in? Was it below detection limits? If it was, what did that mean?

And so, here I was. Sipping some herbal thing, staring at Jupiter, and thinking a little too hard about reality.

Eh, at least I could fix that last part.

"'scuse me bartender?" I asked. "Can I get another one of these, with an extra shot in it?"

He silently nodded, and poured me the synthetic gin mixed with... well, I didn't question it much. Anything to help keep these ideas in check.

The carbon fiber fingertips of my left hand gripped the glass with their usual calculated precision, while the skin of my right idly tapped the bar. I sighed.

#sierra writes #writing #scifi #my writing #incomplete writing

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murder-cookie-dust393 · 8 months

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I saw the yandere hcs for lord Oyster and I saw the ending of them comforting and thought it was kinda cute so I'll bite for hcs! I got an idea for a type of reader I don't see often but I find the trope interesting. May I ask for hcs of a yandere clotted cream x poor reader?

Bonus little addition to reader if you want: maybe, to make it by, reader works really hard...day and night...and often neglects themselves, like they skips meals, barely sleeps due to a mixture of work and stress, work themselves to the bone just to make sure they have a roof over their head and food on the table?

Just always curious how yanderes react to a love like that lol! Sorry if this sounds weird! Just stumbled upon the idea of poor reader and thought it was interesting!

YOU DONT UNDERSTAND- I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO THOUGHT THE POOR MC TROUPE WAS INTERESTING.

[disclaimer: I’ve never had such a situation so I’m just going off of other people’s experiences]

Tw: spying through documents..?, Hierarchy misuse(?), Clotted gaslights ppl

• Let’s say MC is like a cook or something for idk any form of public gatherings. They work their arms off trying to quickly get lots of food cooked- that tastes good enough.

• Even if more they have lots of co-workers, they still have to do so much to have enough for so many people. Hell, they’re still cooking to keep making enough while the gatherings go on.

• Clotted Cream found a little defect in his food, maybe a dessert that was a bit undercooked. So he quickly sneaks into the kitchen to tell one of the chefs, just so they could fix the food before anyone makes a commotion. After all, he is a very kind-hearted, empathetic consul isn’t he…?

• He ends up talking to MC, showing the small defect. To his surprise, MC is panicking like crazy, afraid of losing their job. They quickly go out to the foods and take the tray of the desserts with a defection and shove it in the oven. They’re thanking him greatly, bowing a few times.

• Clotted Cream notices their hands look a little wrecked, with a few bandages over their fingers. “…Say, are your hands alright? They look to be in a quite- rough state.”

• MC is surprised at the question, answering that they have to work a lot to get the food out in time.

• Clotted Cream ends up talking to them longer than needed, and he’s- interested to say the least. He wonders what they’re life is like, given he was adopted into a noble household.

• Clotted Cream ends up scouring through official files to scour more information about them…He ends up seeing all the bills MC is paying, it could be literally anything: debt, medical, whatever. He feels an odd sense of pity? Or is it…something more humane?

• He ends up throwing himself into a hole of complete curiosity- and soon obsession. He wants to know more about their life, how they survive their endless hours of work. He works endless as well- but not in the way they do.

• At every public gathering, [where they’re serving food] he’s talking to them more than he is to the guests, always asking questions about their life and how they’re doing.

• At some point, he can’t take it anymore, seeing them suffer to keep their surviving. So one day, MC finds that all the bills they had to pay are just gone. Paid for. It confused them.

• The next day, MC goes over to the bill issuer, questioning things. Which the bill issuer responds, “Oh, a cookie came in and said he was your fiancé so he paid them all for you.”

• MC, absolutely flabbergasted, tries to question the bill issuer, wondering who the cookie was. But the bill issuer didn’t know. Only noticing he had green eyes. He’s in a disguise.

• MC goes back home, confused af. For one thing, they don’t even have a fiancé, and two, they don’t even know who this dude is.

• Meanwhile, Clotted Cream is laying in his bed, giggling like some girl that has a stupid school crush. He couldn’t believe he managed to get away with it! Not that it would matter, he could easily trick people into thinking the two of you were engaged.

• A few days later, when MC comes home from a long day at work, they notice literally ALL of their stuff is packed up. And guess who comes out from the closet with clothes in his hands? That’s right, sir fucking Clotted Cream.

• Before MC can even question him, he pressing a kiss to their cheek and smiling. “I’m just getting everything ready for you to move in with me! Don’t worry darling, this is the last of everything.”

• MC can try everything to question and defy him, but he’s just pulling the “I’m sir Consul, I can ruin your life. Now love me.”

• Poor MC, going from poor to confused and weirded out.

• If MC is compliant, he’s a needy mf, who’s super affectionate behind closed doors. Constantly giving them hugs and compliments.

[Ok- ngl this was self-indulgent. I would say this is my longest post on here lmao]

- Celina

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #yandere cookie run #cookie run x reader #crk x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere crk #blurbs #DONT LIE WE ALL LIKE CLOTTED #clotted cream cookie #Yandere cookie run kingdom

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submariini · 6 months

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Thee Antwerp Gig Overview (by #5)

me and @jeevm arrived around 7:50am at the gig, numbers 4 and 5 bc belgians simply are not a queuing people. not much happened beside chaotic uno and trix doing a short interview with us seven? i think at that point i forget

the bus arrived a little before ten am, and we were allowed to sit inside at that point so we just all went outside again and just stood there for a whole ass three hours being clowns.

jaakko, jukka and jesse walked by a few times entirely undisturbed bc belgians also do not talk ever. (and dutch ppl ig). respectful times.

eventually, at around one, Häärijä got off the bus (mostly as a distraction for K going the other way). This man came by like proper we thought he was gonna just walk by, but he waved and then decided to ignore everyone and beeline straight into my direction for a hug? hello? unsure how he still knows what i look like (was not in the yellow tshirt yet bc cold and he hasnt seen me since simerock).

K and Jesse came by as well -- please note at this point there were like goddamn 40 people there. Nothing like the Munich papal visit scenes at any point.

K just the nicest. Didn't remember me from simerock (fair, it was a factory of photographs) and was like wtf rollo (as per ushe), complimented my boots bc he likes them (they are r+ but usually kids sizes) and i got to be "mean" abt the r+ ticket sale and the bus making it stressful. When he asked it I wanted him to sign anything, I didn't have anything and he just offered to sign my boots? Man did not expect the clown to clown communication that was happening bc he seemed very oh god for real when I agreed.

Someone gave him a necklace and instantly wanted to put it on. The person who gave it couldn't fasten it bc nails/shaking hands so I offered to try and then idk how it got fastened bc christ I shook as well. Not helpful: Mikke both filming that and the boot signing up close 😭

Told Jesse he told me at simerock that I should just join the tour bus and he went "yeah that sounds like something I would say." then scolded me for not having been in Berlin for that 😭

H wandered back and forth a bit, had another weird football chat (rip hazards career) where I was sitting on a little wall, back to the bus still at that point, and he just leaned into me turning around and just held my shoulders the entire time? When I got sweaty and took my hoodie off later he also suddenly grabbed my tshirt when it was riding up I am Feeling Fine.

Was wearing the yellow tshirt w the cross stitch and he made me turn to show Jesse??? And Jesse did the nicest "wait can I touch this?" bc I guess he thought it would be fragile???

People formed a nice selfie line and K just said he's santa claus 🎅

H vanished, then came back out of the bus, and we had a weird mime moment bc I wasnt sure if he was motioning at me to get to him away from the rest. He was and I got fucking free merch??? Like free, not yet available merch. Genuinely what the FUCK. Im making an extra post abt this most likely bc I cannot explain what the hell happened in that moment and the things around it.

When Mikke did the interview w the first queuer, H just stood behind the glass door into the venue and started miming at us. Like not even properly in character? Help.

Gig

Jesus Belgian audiences proving once again we just Are like that. Refusing to goddamn shut up. Every time. Man disallowed to banter by loud belgian screaming. He seemed so touched though jesus christ time to cry

Got roasted for basically slut dropping and shooting my Häärijä sign up in the air before Mic Mac. "yes that mean fucking häärijä" local man fed up w my antics.

Got roasted AGAIN straight after Mic Mac because I was the person he pointed at during the "this is your home now" bit. (promptly decided diving behind the barrier and Face In Hands was the best reply)

Mild bit before the 2nd Cha Cha Cha as I was the front row person he called out for not sitting down. Just yelled that I got bad knees and I'm not sure anyone caught his reply properly 😂

Overall 10/10 excellent gig what the HELL. The belly flop on the balloon, the whole banter before paidaton bc so much of the queue ppl I was with took their shirt off, the way we refused to kept chanting, him trying to eat the bubbles, him talking about Hs dick and the whole balls convo??

Post Gig

Had to pick up merch for a few people, so went with the hope of a third Häärijä hug. He eventually got a bit held up outside of merch by people (lit at the door into the merch room) and I got to just "Sorry it's me again" but he just instantly hug. We talked a little about the gig (did I like it, how I was doing) and like K feeling much better/doing better ft. some dumb crap.

Merch was in fact gotten after I just LOST my friends bc of H.

CANNOT wait for London. and Glasgow but thats with normal people. Like met so many fun people in the queue who are going to be at London jesus christ. Party time.

#käärijä #häärijä #ed.txt #straight up lets GO

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madlittlecriminal · 8 months

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Jonathan and a reader, gender doesn’t matter at all, who just kinda…attracts corvids. Like, they’ve formed bonds with several crows and ravens, to the point where they just spawn around them. Jonathan and his darling could be taking a walk in a park or something, and a random crow just hops onto readers shoulder, and they don’t react at all. It’s a normal thing at this point. I can only assume John, the freaking scarecrow, would absolutely love it.

Corvidae Magnet ↦ Jonathan Crane × GN!Reader

Warnings: Corvidae family, so if you have a fear of ravens, crows, magpies, etc., this fic is not for you, mentions of jonathan being a bit distant

i love how this request showed me that i make jonathan call the reader "darling" so much. idk, i just feel like it's both gender neutral and a nickname he'll call his s/o without a second thought.

You and Jonathan have been together for about a few months. However, he still had no idea you attracted corvids as you never told him anything. It was something you wanted few people knowing anyway, so you were just waiting for the right moment to tell him, but it never came. In your defense, if your boyfriend wasn't working at the asylum, he would be in his lab perfecting his fear toxin, so you didn't have room to tell him anything.

Then again, you weren't sure if you were completely ready to tell him. You shrugged and opened the window to your kitchen, causing a crow to stop by and sighing. "Unfortunately, I can't feed you anymore, little guy. I got fined the last time I did it and I'm not trying to get another fine." Did he understand you? Maybe. Did you care if people thought you were weird for it? No, they were just boring.

Did you know your boyfriend saw you talking to said crow? No.

As you grabbed a glass from the cabinet, the crow quickly left making you raise brow. You shrugged it off and grabbed the pitcher of lemonade from the fridge before pouring yourself a glass. "Darling?" You jumped slightly and turned around. "Dammit Jonathan!" He chuckled. "Sorry. Are you alright?" You nodded. "Yeah, why?"

"Well, you were speaking to someone, so I had to ask..."

"Oh! Don't worry about it, Jon." You gave him a small smile before taking a sip of your lemonade. He sighs with a nod. However, his eyebrow raised when he saw a raven land on the windowsill as you walked past it. However, when the raven saw Jonathan, it flew away rather quickly.

"Let's go for a walk, darling. Being inside in the lab all day is hurting my head." You nodded before finishing your lemonade and heading towards the door with Jonathan right behind you. He took your hand and you both headed towards the park for a walk.

What you didn't expect though was the magpies and blue jays, crows and ravens to come towards you.

Ironic enough, a crow landed on your shoulder and crowed at Jonathan.

Your boyfriend stared at the crow in confusion while you continued walking as if it was nothing new. "Darling?" You turned around and the crow flew off to a branch. "You were talking to a crow earlier, weren't you?" You gave him a faint smile. "I didn't know when or how to tell you since you were always busy..." He sighed and pulled you into a hug. "I'm sorry, darling." You smiled. "It's fine."

"But crows?" You laugh. "Listen, you scare them, but I'm their buddy! If you don't like it, you can go!" Your teasing made him laugh. He planted a kiss on your cheek and held your hand. "I actually think it's unique. I love it, darling." You smile at him and squeeze his hand gently. "I'm glad you do. Someone has to comfort them when you scare them away." He fakes an overexaggerated gasp, resting a hand on his chest to add to his dramatic show. "You wound me, darling!" You shake your head with a smile before grabbing his hand. "Oh hush! Now come on, you promised me ice cream." He raised a brow. "I did?" You gave him a glare. "Yeah, you're right. I definitely did. Let's go."

#jonathan crane #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane x you #jonathan crane x y/n #scarecrow #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow x you #scarecrow x y/n #dc universe #reader insert #x reader #asks #ask #anonymous #anon asks #anonymous asks

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moccasins · 14 days

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i realized i don't always have to use blog this for art..

so last night i had a dream where all the "godlike" aus, fanon or canon, were all created in a white void. the ones i could see were life, reaper, ink, error, dream, and nightmare. my dream was from the pov of error, but he didn't have his strings.

the dream started with them appearing in what looked like the anti-void, confused. none of the other aus were created yet, but us creators had made these gods to start the balance that would eventually form the aus. most of the ones there were excited at the idea, but error wasn't. he didn't know why he was there and what was happening, but as he watched from a few feet away he heard a voice calling to him from somewhere in the void. curious, he followed it.

after only a little bit of walking he met a figure, idk who it was, and they were the source of the voice. they told him that they could help him find his place among the other gods if they made a deal with him and, after a little bit of convincing, he agreed.

almost immediately some weird symbol was burned into his forehead and the sides of his eyes where his tear tracks would go, they kinda reminded me of a circuit board? or some kind of celtic symbol?? idk. he was on the ground in pain when the other gods found him. ink tried to figure out what was happening but error wouldn't respond, the voice in his head was so much louder now and he just wanted it to stop.

my dream ended with error touching the marks near his eyes and the strings came out of them and he, and all the other gods, were horrified.

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jalo-parker · 9 months

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I would like to hear your species assignment for xisuma and ex ^-^

Going to put a cut in this one cause omg it's going to be a lot.. so be prepared to read I suppose 😁😁 (came back to add after I finished writing that yes, this is pretty long..) (if you don't want to read the species info, xisuma is a voidwalker and ex is part voidwalker part Estrial)

Ok so ex and xisuma are both voidwalkers. Well ex is a little more than just a voidwalker but we'll get to that.

First up: voidwalkers + xisuma

So voidwalkers are a thing that I somewhat made up by myself (combination of me making things up and taking bits and pieces from media and other people's ideas). Basically to sum it up; there are 3 species of voidwalker end, overworld, and nether (cause yes all of the lore in my head is based on Minecraft to some degree). There are two types of end voidwalker though! Royals are one kind and the others are just called voidwalkers cause yeah idk. The main difference between royals and the others are the horns. Royals have horns and others don't (with a few exceptions but again we'll get there) so this does mean that x does not have horns. Another reason is x is actually an overworld voidwalker! So no overworld or nether voidwalkers have horns, though I'm thinking of giving nether ones like spikes or something cause nether = more dangerous in my brain (also yeah this species is slightly a wip.. oopsies).

The difference between the 3 different void walker species would be; overworld voidwalkers are a bit smaller in their void forms (most voidwalkers can shift between void forms and more human looking ones) something like a bit taller than your average human (think kinda like endermen) and have a bit more speckly star bits. They all have like average length fur here, though it's said that some of them can grow longer or shorter fur depending on their environments!

Nether voidwalkers are a bit taller, are typically more warm toned, most have spikes (yeah I'm giving them spikes actually), and have much shorter or no fur at all, some even have scales!

End voidwalkers are the biggest of the bunch, most of them towering over your average human. Royals are even bigger! My sona (weird case of both technically being a voidwalker and also not being one) is a royal and his void form is 9ft tall! These guys look the most like endermen, some of them even have purple speckles instead of white ones. Though most end voidwalkers barely even have speckles. Royals also have distinct markings and some have a weird little halo thingy in their void forms so there's no chance for anyone to confuse a royal for any other voidwalker. End voidwalkers probably have the longest fur of the bunch, it's pretty cold in the void here.

Void forms would be ones like this where the entire body is just a void (sometimes including their clothes sometimes not idk) (also impulse is here, he's not a voidwalker though)

And the more human looking ones would be like these where their tails and some extremities are voids. Each voidwalker has differing levels of void bits in this form. So some of them could only have void tails or maybe they have a lot more void, like their hair, their arms and legs, pretty much everything like their void form but theres now a bit that isn't void.

Also here's the royal markings (ft a couple other examples of voidwalkers and my sonas cat friend)

Voidwalkers live in the voids of their respective dimensions btw! Though now in the age of technology and exploration some voidwalkers live in other voids (like a nether voidwalker in the end or the overworld) and some of them don't live in the void at all! Hence the ones in the overworld getting different fur lengths based on their environments as the void stays around the same temperature everywhere (like one temperature for each dimension) so they wouldn't have changed there.

Ok I think that's all on voidwalkers.. uh if you have questions feel free to ask away I might be able to answer (if the question is "can I make my own voidwalker" the answer is always yes)

So now: evil xisuma + voidwalker hybrids

Now that voidwalkers live everywhere, there are more beings who are part voidwalker and part some other thing (maybe even multiple other things)! This is where you start getting voidwalkers with extra limbs, voidwalkers that aren't royals but they have horns, voidwalkers with slightly different features than normal, and voidwalkers who have next to no voidwalker features (a bit more rare as voidwalker genes tend to make themselves known one way or another).

Ex is not just a voidwalker, he's also an Estrial (another species I made up, they require their own post though.. too much info for just one post..)!

Ex happens to have tiny little horns (they would have a bigger pair but the voidwalker genes make them a bit smaller), fluffy ears that somewhat resemble cat ears, and a tail that's extra fluffy. It also has a pair of wings and an elemental power (provided by the Estrial genes) though most winged beings can magic their wings away for convenience (they can bring them back whenever) and ex very much does this. His elemental power is fire btw, though ex only really knows the lightning wielding aspect of this (cause lightning powers = cool and ex is cool).

Ok that should be everything.. again if you have questions do ask I will gladly answer, I like letting the thoughts out. If anyone wants to know about Estrials.. ask and you shall receive, but be prepared for another very long text post with a few images.. I'll make a species sheet for both voidwalkers and Estrials eventually (emphasis on eventually..)

#original species #kinda #hermitblr #hermitcraft #evil xisuma #xisumavoid #parker answers asks #species info

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romeavecryst · 7 hours

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Crush Culture˖ ࣪⊹

V. Idk if I’ll see you again..

sum: The last few days were finally starting to wrap up two weeks together but still there this uncertainty that lingers in his chest, what if he doesn’t see her again..

warnings: cursing, fluff, flirting, tsukii and yams being dramatic best friends , dramatic teenage movie vibes(sorry chat couldn’t help it.) little hot and sweaty, angsty?

.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.

One more day. One more day here in Tokyo, one day left with her. It was strange, the gross nervous feeling he felt had gone away, his nerves becoming less intense. Yet she still gave him butterflies, every time she laughed, smiled at him or even openly flirted with him. Still he had one more day. A day left with her. A girl he knew almost everything about, a girl that knew so much about him. More then he’d like, but he’d just talk and talk with her, her pointing little things out he’d never admit. Their snarky banter towards one another, people would take as rude and out of pocket but all around it was such aggressive flirting. Shit eating grins on their faces as they jabbed at one another, then when they where by themselves sitting outside on some steps as she watched the stars. Her knees up to her chest as they talked.

The air around them comfortable, warm. He felt as if he could share with her without the fear of being judged. Their bodies close together as they did, he always watched her as she talked, a small smile forming on his face whenever she got excited when talking about something how she would quickly sit up her legs crossing facing him. His heart beat so heavy in his chest as she did, her energy changed his whole demeanor. How he actually laughed at something she talked about, she could feel her heart racing, as she laughed out as well. Her face falling into his arm as she told his it’s not even that funny or how it was embarrassing.

Then there were the nights the would talk about more intimate things, such as family, she loved her family. He remembered all there names, just because, because she mentioned how they would love him. But to be fair she had a big family, so he would be shitting his pants if he met them, her mostly having brothers, two sisters and five, yes five brothers older and younger.

“How do you all like, i don’t even know.” He asked as she told him how many siblings she had.

“Well Nat, Michael and, Ness live on their own they’re the oldest, then it’s Jackson, me Rapht, Caleb and Sekani in the house, I’m the only girl right now.” She laughed lightly a fawned smile on her face.

“Never a dull moment I take it geez..” he spoke.

“Oh god never luckily I have a room with my own bathroom so I’m living peacefully.”

He nodded, she loved her family so much talking of them so highly. These were the people that would die for her and she’d do the same.

“What about you I just know you have a smaller family..” He did kei came from a close family of four, his parents, him and his brother. He didn’t really talk to his brother unless he had two openings up about it a bit but not spilling enough, how him and his mother were closer but didn’t have any problems with his father but from how he described it they were very similar.

They knew that this would be one of their last heavy conversation for a while. So they talked even about things they already knew, little shit talking here and there. One more full day, then in the earlier morning they’d be going back home. It was weird to think about how a girl knew so much about him, how she knew more than he’d ever like. But with her it was different, he wanted to tell her these things. He wanted her to know him. Know that he’s actually not some dick everyone makes him out to be.

What if this is the last time they ever talked? A sickening thought that ran through both their heads.

The last day, she didn’t want it to be, she wanted some more time. Everyone knew something was going on with them even if it was just in a friendly way. The last day was all around chill, the coaches deciding to do a barbecue for the last day giving the players a break.

They spent every last second together, Kei following her around like a lost puppy as she did her manager duties. Caring things for her helping her fill up water bottles, simple things. The day went by so fast, the sun starting to set. He sat against the counter watching her finish up the dishes, her playlist playing in the background on a speaker. Her humming along to see you again by Tyler the creator.

“What are you staring at?” She asked, splashing him with the water on her hands.

He flinched lightly glaring at her “your stupid face.” He scoffed reaching over flicking her back with water.

A gasp leaving her lips as water hit her face. “You dickhead! You wanna do this Kei!” She laughed.

Their eyes met Kei giving her a look. “What are ya gonna do about it- AH!” He yelped the feeling of cold water hitting him.

She laughed as she sprayed him with the hose, his hands reached out of her grabbing the hose taking it from her spraying her quickly as she tried fighting back. The sound of them going at a full on war in the kitchen as they sprayed each other with water, their laughs echoed through the empty hall. Her voice echoed as she screamed playfully, him enjoying himself as he drenched her. His long arms pushing her back as she came for him trying to get the hose back. Her chest pressed against him, glancing down he could see the color of her bra through her white shirt that now stuck to her skin. His eyes lingered oh her breast holding the hose above his head a smirk appeared on his lips.

He felt the water stop. His eyes meeting hers as her body shifted turning off the sink. Taking a step back hitting his chest as she looked he him her hand on her hips, “your soaking..” she laughed. Her eyes looking him up and down. His black shirt sticking to him and his hair wet the fluff gone now.

Unlucky her for wearing a white shirt the color of her bra, the darker green shade standing out. But lucky Tsukishima for his glasses not being terribly smudged for he had basically a full view in front of him. Did it make him a bit pervy? Maybe.

A snap of her fingers caused his eyes to meet hers quickly, her body close to his now. “My eyes are here.” She teased. His face going red, his mouth opening but nothing coming out. Causing a hearty laugh from the girl.

“Here,” she spoke softly the feeling of his glasses sliding of his face as she took them.

A small smile on her face as she moved next to him sitting on the counter, drying his glasses making sure he could see through them. As blurry as it may have been he watched how carefully she held them, looking through the lenses making sure there’s no smudge.

She soon offered the glasses back to him, but instead of taking them he stood up his body moving in front of her. What was he doing… you do not have the confidence for this move.. he thought he felt as if his body was moving on its own. His arms trapped her body as he leaned forward a bit, “You want me to put the on you Stalker..” she whispered, she could hear his heart beating in his chest.

Her lips curved up, he was nervous. His hands shaking, as confidently he tried to play this he was failing, but it was cute. It made her a bit nervous even, his hands trapping her. His eyes keeping contact with hers the feeling of his hand starting at her upper thigh sliding down to her knee his index finger tapping the side of it as a quite demand. She slowly opened her legs letting him in between them, his hand returning back to her side.

“common stalker you gotta use your words..” she spoke her face getting closer to his as he leaned down a bit.

“can you put them on f’ me..” he finally spoke his face relaxed.

Gently she put the glasses back on his face, he could feel her breath on his face, the warmth of her body radiating off of her. For a moment they just sat there, Kei felt her nails graze his throat, “What’s wrong Kei, how come you haven’t moved baby.” She asked watching his eyes move to her lips back to her eyes.

His body shifted quickly his lips meeting hers. The kiss was soft, gentle as if he didn’t want to hurt her. As if he had to savor her, on of her hands holding the side of his face the other on the back of his head. Her nails playing with his hair, her nails slightly digging into his scalp causing him to groan. His hand grabbing the top of her thighs keeping himself balanced. He wanted this to last forever.

God he tasted good, the lingering flavors of lemonade and mint gum. How his kiss was so fucking gentle yet so desperate. The feeling of his hands pulling her closer, the need to feel him pressed against her. She felt dizzy, her heart beating out of her chest, his hands squeezing her hips.

She wish she could make this last forever, afraid if she pulled away she wouldn’t see him again. That this was some silly dream, that they would both wake up in a cold sweat a tingly feeling in there stomach as they yearned to touch one another more. To share each others warmth again, to taste one another again.

“Y/N!”

The loud crash of the doors opening, the sound of Kuroos voice calling out for her aswell as Bokuto right behind him.

Tuskishima pushed himself of her quickly facing the wall as the two third years came around the corner into the kitchen.

“Wanted to ask-“

Kuroo stoping his eyes glancing back and forth the two of them, “is he alright?”

She hummed not answering for a moment, “OH! Yeah just a bloody nose the heat got to him.” She said the towel in her hands offering it to Kei.

“Why are you wet?”

“Doing dishes, the hose was left on.” She answered.

She watched as the two third years gave one another a knowing look before looking back at her, “we’ll be in the gym, if you two wanna come later.” Kuroo spoke smiling, he knew something was up. And he was gonna get it out of her later or tease the shit out of her till he heard what he wanted.

“Mmhm!” She hummed watching them leave.

Her eyes glanced over at Kei, his eyes were close his hands covering his eyes his glasses pushed up. He was breathing heavily, hers just as heavy. A full rush, adrenaline pumping through them both, but they never came to look at each other. For minutes the just sat there in silence, both to nervous to say a word.

Tsukishima finally stood up straight facing away from her, “I-I’m gonna head out, I- shit, I’ll still walk you to bed..” he muttered his back still to her.

Fuck. She messed up.

“I’m sorry kei, I-”

“You’re fine. I have to go though.” He spoke adjusting his shirt and shorts.

She bit her lip, the echo of the doors shutting being her queue “Shit!” Her voice shaky, her hands coming up to her head pulling on her hair in frustration. “God fucking damn it!” She cried throwing the wet rag in her hands. She messed up, she had of crossed a line, he would even look at her. He wouldn’t fucking look at her, not say a fucking word. She should’ve just backed off left the fucking guy alone. The first guy she actually likes and she fucks it up.Her hand touched her lips them still slightly numb, his kiss lingered so heavily.

“What’s your problem.”

A deep voice spoke, a far to familiar one, “Go away Konoha .” She muttered.

Konoha rolled his eyes stepping in to the kitchen “What’s wrong?”

He knew what was wrong she could hear it in his tone, how he mocked her “I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Well looks like you can’t go talk to your little first year.” He spoke shrugging his shoulders. “Scared him off didn’t ya? That why he ran out his face all red, you came on to him scared the poor kid, common baby not everyone can handle you.” He hummed his body moving behind hers his hand going to touch her arm.

“Fuck you. You couldn’t handle me either you piece of shit.” She snapped snaking his hand away.

“I handled you just fine.” He spoke, she felt gross as he said that knowing it met so much more than just her attitude, or her strong personality.

Pushing past him she walked out, she wanted to go to bed. After what just happened with kei, she just wanted to sleep it off maybe it would be best if she didn’t see him again. That she left him be.

“Tsukii you alright you look sick..” Yamaguchi asked his friend as he walked into the locker room.

Kei headed straight to him “she kiss me, no we- we fucking made out.” He spoke quietly his tone shaky.

Yamaguchi just looked as his best friend his mouth hanging wide open, “And I just walked away.”

“No.”

“Yes.” He winced.

“Tsukii..”

“What- What do I even say to her after that,” he laughed nervously. “I just walked away after making out with her.” He spoke.

He was so stupid, what did he do that. It was so lame, he didn’t even look at her. God she must feel terrible, sharing an intimate moment just for him to leave so soon. “Hey!”

“Snap out of it!” Yamaguchi spoke shaking his friend.

“I have a feeling I messed it up, that me just leaving hurt-“

“Shut up! Talk to her before we leave tomorrow it’s too late to go to her, she’ll be up talk to her before we leave. You have to talk to her.” Yamaguchi said.

Tsukishima only nodded.

That couldn’t be the last time he saw her..

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cerebralabyss · 2 months

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USELESS INFO I FEEL LIKE PUBLISHING!! and also just archiving on my blog 4 my own sake :D

here is the stories/reasons 4 all my alters’ names cuz they’re all weirdly significant in some way or another OR went thru a very long process 2 become the name it is today

putting it under cut cuz it’ll probably be longish

reffy & ramen - they both went thru different processes, but come from the same origin. VERY LONG STORY I AM NOT SHORTENING IT!!

we were finding a new collective name cuz our old one did NOT suit us at all!! and at the time, our understanding of our system was very different. we had a lot of trouble separating reffy/ramen cuz not having one host scared us, so ramen was a sort of “sub-alter” to reffy for a good while until we were comfy with the distinction.

we settled on the name remiel/ramiel, but couldn’t decide the spelling. we ended up using remiel collectively, but that name was also specific to reffy because again at the time afraid of deviating from host. so ramen ended up with the scrapped spelling!!

reffy - when we realized we in fact were not just one host, having reffy’s name as our collective name was rly confusing!! we ended up shortening it to “remy” for a rly long time. then, we ended up fusing the names “remy” and “maffy/maffal” (maffy is a sub-alter to reffy that we had treated as distinct for a while b4 realizing it wasn’t healthy for not fun reasons!!) so it became reffy!! and yes, reffy is short for reffal!! no one calls him that tho cuz it’s weird (other than dire cuz he’s strange but he only does that in private) (and sometimes jax scolds him using his full name cuz it’s funny)

fun fact: reffy decided 2 use the name reffy instead of remy in the vegetable section of a grocery store. very useful information ik (sarcasm)

ramen - this name didn’t end up getting changed till like a little over a year ago now!! they stuck with “ramiel” for a good while, purely because we have a dog tag with the name ramiel engraved on it and they didn’t want to change their name cuz then the dog tag would be WRONG!! but eventually they were like NO im CHANGING IT. the nickname “ram” rly stuck (since no one called them ramiel anyway cuz it was confusing with it being so close to the collective name) so took the ram and turned it into ramen like the instant noodles cuz enby behaviour (lh)

they actually considered the name “azriel” for a bit n couldn’t decide between that n ramen. ramen is much more fitting i could not IMAGINE IT BEING ANYTHING ELSE

(i’m writing this and im writing in third person to avoid confusion and it FEELS WEIRD!!!)

jax - ok i’m leaving out the context of my 2020 system yrs cuz it’s not rly relevant and complicated BUT!! this name came from back then. it came out of NOWHERE LIKE LITERALLY IT JUST POPPED INTO OUR HEAD LIKE “yea this guy… he’s jax” and i don’t know WHERE IT CAME FROM cuz we probably only ever heard that name less than 10 times our whole life. it’s RLY WEIRD but it kind of makes it feel oddly special cuz it just happened without us consciously thinking. like that’s just how the name was Meant 2 BE

his name has not changed a SMIDGE since then. he did end up deciding it’s short form 4 something else somewhere along the line, but only one non insys person& knows what it is cuz he’s weird abt it. it’s been years n he’s still keeping it a secret .. and no it’s not jackson !!! that’s ur one hint :3c

nuni - this one is kinda silly!! when we were like 8-12 our online alias name was our cat’s name and since nuni was the primary host at that time the name rly stuck with her. when she came out of dormancy a few yrs ago, we wanted to change it since it could get confusing differentiating our CAT from our HEADMATE so we went with a random nickname we called our cat!! idk where it came from exactly tbh,, but our parents still call our cat that sometimes like once in a blue moon and each time they do it feels SO WEIRD!!

dire - ima be real i know there was a reason behind this name but i can’t remember it 4 the life of me. none of us can it’s rly weird. just pretend this is an awesome cool backstory ok thx

BUT!!! there’s a neat story behind one of his many old names!!! he first developed/split as an oc introject, we called him “corgo” cuz he more closely resembled the comfort au version of said oc (which in hindsight was not a comfort au it was just the personification of the introject) and combined the word “comfort” with “margo” (the oc’s name)

driell - him n his sibling (who isn’t in our sys) both have names that r their parents’ names combined together n letters smushed around a lil bit!! his sisters name (alexis) is a combination of the specific alter names, and driell’s is a combination of collective names!!!

THIS WAS ACTUWLLY A LOT LONGER THAN I ANTICIPATED i expected it 2 be long but i underestimate how much i love infodumping about my system WAYGYH. if u read this all the way thru it means the world 2 me u have no idea

i wanr to infodump abt system stuff more cuz it makes me happy :33 just worry abt clogging up my blog a bit :P

that’s it that’s all!!! good day 2 u

- 🖤

(🥀🎀🧸 co-con)

#plurality #crbrl sys.diary #crbrl ramen

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undead-potatoes · 7 months

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So! Tell me about Aurora! Did they have a life before the Urge came calling? How has their journey been through the game? Are they romancing anybody or do they have any other significant bonds?

I hope you don't mind, but I decided to split this into two posts. You asked about her journey through the game, and suddenly I had written 1400 words that didn't fit with the rest. So uuh yeah, here's the first and the last question at least!

I'm still a little unsure about her life before the Urge. There's the few "canon" things we're given through bits of dialogue (like murdering their parents as a child), but I honestly don't tend to get too caught up in canon if I want to do something different.

She had a lot of nightmares as a child (thanks dad), and it made her a very skittish and nervous child. In combination with minor Urges which made her say and sometimes do off-putting shit, I imagine she wasn't exactly a social butterfly. Like once she probably bit someone when the Urge overtook her, but bc they were baby urges and she was like 6-years-old it didn't really do much but alienate her.

But I think she was otherwise a good kid, doing her best and loved by her adoptive parents, even if they probably worried about her a lot.

I kinda like the idea of her being slightly older, someone who briefly escaped her heritage due to Bhaal's death before he returned in full, and the Urge became too strong to ignore. To have the Urge hovering around in the background her entire life, but always being able to repress it, until she suddenly couldn't.

Idk there's just something to the tragedy of being so close to escaping your predestined fate, when in reality it was always going to end like that, on way or another. You never truly escaped anything, you simply just delayed the inevitable.

She could still have murdered her family, still living with her adoptive parents and possible siblings, or maybe she had her own family by then. Either way, Bhaal would have wanted them out of the way.

The Urge building and building, sending her flip-flopping between moments of bloodlust and lucidity filled with fear, until the Urge took her away completely.

(Would the Urge even work like that for any of this? Who cares, just gonna do as Larian does, my city now).

TL;DR: I don't even know, it's still stewing in there.

- - -

Though I've watched like every Durge related video on YouTube, I haven't actually played very far in Aurora's playthrough, mostly bc I'm waiting for Larian to stop breaking the game with every new patch 🙈

Meaning I haven't actually had a lot of time with her interacting with the companions and gotten a good feel for where they're at.

Wyll and Shadowheart are possible candidates for some at least surface level boding. Like Wyll's whole "self sacrifice for the good of others" thing, and with Shadowheart they both have been brainwashed and forced into cruelty in service of an evil god.

And Karlach bc I love her and I said so.

Maybe some more interesting dynamics will pop up once I really get in there with her 🤔 (Larian fix your shit already, I want to plaaay)

There's also Jay who's already wrangling every other companion and their problems, so I'm sure he'll have some fingers in her pies too eventually (it's what he does, after all).

The only solid relationship to have formed in my head as of yet is her romance, and bc I'm as original as a pair of earbuds from AliExpress, she eventually starts a thing with Astarion.

He initially sees her as an easy target, a shy and possibly meek person quite literally removed from the others at camp (a deliberate choice on her part), but it doesn't go quite as he had planned.

I've written a whole post about it that's hanging out in my drafts, but tl;dr: he tries to bite her, but she wakes and angrily sends him away. She later comes to him one night, panicked after the Murder At Camp™, and he (begrudgingly) agrees to help her with the body. This begins this weird partnership where they keep each other's secret, and she lets him drink from her as thanks for helping her.

Their relationship is a bit rocky at first, like they don't hate each other or anything, but there's a fair share of bickering and such. She can be a bit blunt, and is too impatient and exhausted from the urge to deal with his very obvious mind games, tiredly telling him "stop trying to seduce me, you already have what you came for".

When he offers to sleep with her at the party, she thinks "why not". They're already putting each other at risk, so might as well have some fun with it. He might have tried to bed her sooner if she hadn't been so blunt and unapproachable, but it did also give him some time to rethink his strategy. Based on finds with the freecam during his party sex scene, he has set up a lil spot on a blanket, with wine and maybe some food, in an attempt to seem more genuine, which admittedly she does find a little cute.

Ultimately it's all the bits in between, the quiet moments after feeding or sex that gives them an excuse to talk, and they realize they enjoy each other's company a lot more than they first thought. She vibes with him a lot more when he's being genuine, something she sees more of when he's fed and generally less guarded.

She've kept her distance from the others bc of the urge, in fear of either harming someone, or being discovered through the tadpoles somehow. It puts her on edge constantly, but Astarion already knows, and she knows he doesn't judge her for it, so she's more at ease too.

Aurora can become ride or die pretty fast, especially in combination with other intense personality traits (hello devotion), and I think maybe Astarion picks up on that and thinks he can use that to his advantage. At least until he too accidentally catches feelings and becomes pretty ride or die himself lmao. Great job idiot.

Which is also when her more self sacrificing nature goes from something that could be to his advantage, to something that actively upsets him. Stop it! Stop sacrificing yourself for others who probably don't even deserve it! Stop putting yourself in situations that could take you away from me for no good reason.

They're note super lovey-dovey either. Like sure there's romance and tenderness there, but there's also some clash of personalities ("stop being an asshole" "stop trying to be such a bloody hero"). Nothing too bad but there's definitively something for them to work on.

This became the Aurora and Astarion post, sorry about that (not really). I hope to have some better answers to these in the future, my brain is still cooking (unfortunately it's a slowcooker).

#Sunny Answers #mightymizora #ty for asking!#OC: Aurora Dawnbringer #BG3 Spoilers #BG3 Dark Urge Spoilers #this has been sitting p much finished in my drafts for 3 days I just forgot to publish it 🙈#anyways sorry this took me like a week to reply to my attention span is non-existent after covid (yaaay)#now I just gotta get the middle part finished and posted lmao #also to anyone who read all of this; your hand in marriage please

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katnissgirlsmakedo · 5 months

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sorry if this is a boring Livvy question to you but what do you think was Livvy’s reaction when she found out about Emma&Jules since we never got to see it on page for some reason, can answer ghost Livvy in the canon timeline and if you want to answer differently for if she hadn’t died too you can additionally <3

rolling up to this ask over a month later. sorry. i was very busy for a little bit there and then i started typing and drafted this because i needed to chew on it more and then i forgot and then i was busy again etc. you understand. i love you so much for asking me about livvy though i love her i miss her sooo bad...

EYE think. that. ok actually wait. FIRST of all, i think thule alternate universe livvy was SO funny when our emma and jules showed up and saw their alternate selves were in a relationship and they were like um omg whaaaaat…. and thule livvy was like yeah that’s just evil emma and jules they’ve been in love forever i’m honestly surprised you two idiots are parabatai in your timeline that’s so stupid…. she was so immeasurably funny for that she was like oh ok good luck with this back in your universe… ok that aside let’s get serious. i don’t remember if ghost livvy was there on the battlefield when emma and jules. did whatever the hell magic shit that was idk (girl who hasn’t actually read qoaad since it came out nearly five years ago…) basically i don’t remember if she found out about emma and jules at the same time as everyone else or if her like. ghostly form was kinda peaced out for a while and she reappeared and had to either find out from ty or via spying. but either way i don’t think she was too surprised. she’s been conceptualizing emma and jules as her parents since she was 10 she’d find out they were together and she’d just be like OH. so normal parabatai don’t act like that then….. like she’d be shocked for a second and then it would Make Sense…. i think livvy as a character has such an obsession with the concept of romance and is constantly in mourning for herself for the fact that it will never happen to her in this timeline. ok that made me so sad to say but like it's real UNFORTUNATELY. it's why she's so obsessed with getting ty and kit back together, why she wanted cristina and jules to fall in love back in lady midnight, she is suchhh a romantic it's one of the most insane things about her that i am not fucking normal about. but crucially, romance is something she does not understand... and i do really think that once emma and jules happens that would be like. her moment of Getting everything. because like obviously their insane dynamic would have affected her so much to the point where she doesn't even knwo what normal people in love are like, because she has been surrounded by people who are so intense and weird and Doing It Wrong since she was 10!!!! it would all make sense when she finds out THEY are what romance is...

and i think she is soooo happy for them it makes her look stupid. i think that when she and ty are at blackthorn hall she definitely spies on them when they're like, making dinner together in the kitchen and think no one else is there. or when they're outside in the garden a few feet away from everyone else and are talking to each other thinking no one is listening. i think livvy is a nosy little weirdo and she WILL be listening to emma and jules be all mushy and romantic... literally what else is the girl meant to do for entertainment she's a ghost give her a break...

ok i got away from myself. basically she's my best friend. one of my forever girls if you will... i think she's a little weirdo freak and she loves her big brother so much and she loves emma so much and if they love each other that's the best thing in the world because they're like. the two best people livvy knows....

#normal about her!#again. i know it has been literally a month. more even. sorry again :/#asks #livvy

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salsakiyoomi · 9 months

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Hi!! Congrats on 1k followers, your blog theme is super gorgeous <3

Could I please get a matchup for stranger things?

My persona -

Personality - It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do, I become really talkative and outgoing. I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do, but I'm deathly afraid of failure and disappointing the people I love. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I adore big and small romantic gestures and I love domesticity sm!! I also daydream a lot and I can get lost in my own world for hours. I can be quite dramatic and stubborn and I tend to be withdrawn and distant at times. I get frustrated easily and I'm quietly competitive. My love languages are acts of service and quality time. I'm a ravenclaw, my mbti is infp and my enneagram is 4w3!

Zodiac - taurus!

Ideal type and Favorite trope - best friends to lovers!!! I'm obsessed with having a person just be your person throughout your life. Someone who knows you inside out, gets you better than anyone else, has seen the best and the worst parts of yourself, someone you're completely comfortable and at ease with, someone you know and trust blindly. idk, I just love the idea very much 😭😭

Favorite season - definitely fall

Hobbies- I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I love learning about new things and knowing a little bit of everything. I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I adore all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I listen to a lot of modern/indie rock and I love watching films very much! I really enjoy dressing up and playing around with makeup.

Thank you very much! I'm very sorry if this got too long, I got carried away 😭 can't wait to explore more of your blog, your Miguel x reader was a delight <3

Congrats once again on your milestone, I hope you have a lovely day ❤️

HONEYMOON MATCHUP WITH : EDDIE MUNSON

— honeymoon

eddie has always loved you, since the moment you saved him from those stupid bullies in second grade, even though the two of you got beat up — you still asked him if he was okay, and of course he said yes, he was amazed by how brave you were back then and how you stood up for him, a kid you've never met before and one who had a reputation for being a freak — nevertheless, ever since that moment, the two of you stuck together like glue, and you grew up to be close friends, or maybe something more than just friends — not that eddie would ever go over that line.

it started in second year of highschool when eddie realized he might've felt something more for you than just regular friends — which was weird because you never expressed anything that said you were interested in him like that — ignoring the way you usually hugged him too tightly or the sloppy kisses you placed on his cheeks, at first it was okay and normal, but ever since his fat crush on you, his heart always leapt to his throat whenever you made contact with him. he was starting to see you more than a friend with every passing day, and god, it was no good for him —he knew he needed to stop, needed to get this thoughts out of his mind and bury his feeling deep and take them with him to the grave, but he couldn't help it, couldn't help staring at you for too long, couldn't help craving your touch, couldn't help thinking about the way your lips could press up — no, no, he can't think like that.

and then came the late afternoon where the two of you were sitting by your secret spot — the bench in the woods, as eddie liked to call it ( he said it sounded ominous ) you weren't sitting on the bench, no, eddie sat up by a tree bark with your head resting in his lap, rambling on about the new album of your favorite band, while the light of the setting sun bounced on your face perfectly, defining your features and adding a golden glimmer to your already sparkling eyes — eddie wasn't listening to a word you were saying, his gaze dead set on your lips, how the moved, how pretty and plump they looked, and before he even knew it, he was leaning over, pressing his lips to yours, tasting the cherry lip balm you always wore tat made your lips pink and shiny and so irresistible— it was only to his surprise that you kissed him back.

— what's on the radio : me and your mama, childish gambino

a/n : i love eddie's hair sm, ty for the request <3 also i think you're really cool

#1k event matchup #1k milestone #honeymoon matchup event #stranger things #stranger things matchups #eddie munson

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duelistkingdom · 1 year

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Omgggg you are so right and I think its really annoying when adults who put childrens media down see good childrens media that they enjoy and appreciate and go "aha! This isnt childrens media then" The best example I can think of in regards to this is probably The Little Prince, both the book and the two movies Ive watched. I adore the book, both live action adaptation from 70s and the animated movie that came out in 2015 were lovely, I despise how theyre all touted as "the childrens [piece of media] for adults" like NO. fuck off, its a childrens book written with children in mind by someone who clearly understands children and the movies are the same in that regard, its just a bit unconventional, stop saying shit like that

Also, while reading your post I couldnt help but sortof connect it to another post partially about childrens media that really resonated with me (I would link it but its technically a response to dsmp discoure shit and idk if you'd wanna get involved in all that lol). Basically the OP was responding to people criticizing the storyline specifically on the basis of it having a terrible message by saying that its not a story for children, its for teens and adults, it doesnt need to have a message and its perfectly fine for "morally wrong" things to happen without some kind of condemnation because teens adults are expected to be able to handle that. And I 100% agree with that assessment because, while theres certainly a lot to be said about the dsmp, you cannot say that it was written with children in mind in any way shape or form. And I think the fact that people are complaining about it anyway speaks to this infuriating dichotomy that exists in some people, where they will needlessly put down childrens media because theyre not children and it doesnt really appeal to them while also wanting all media to ultimately be as simplistic and moralistic as childrens media. Granted, that might just be a chronically-online thing but its still insanely annoying, sry for venting like that bye

first of all, i just want to say that i am so very sorry that it took me a while to reply to this message. there was just so much good stuff in here that i wanted to actually take time to reply to your entire message beyond a few sentences.

anyway, you are completely correct. i have seen a lot of posts on tungl dot hell that criticize people for being grown adults who are “too into” a children’s media. sometimes with weird takes of how long it takes to do taxes or laundry. (side rant: laundry and taxes both take minimal time to do, why is it so common to use those as retorts?) other times it’s like “you should go take care of your kids” and like… caring about the media being given to your kids IS part of taking care of kids. blogging about the core values that are shown in a children’s tv show CAN be part of finding a community with other mothers on shows to watch as a family. genuinely it is very baffling to me to see people think that older women caring about the story in children’s media is so weird. my parents tended to watch our cartoons with us, and got invested in them with us.

even outside the context of parenting, a creator is allowed to watch children’s media specifically to make children’s media. being aware of what is often marketed to kids IS a valuable thing to do. creating for children IS a worthy endeavor. and it is wild to see people treat them as they are not.

but even further, you are correct in your assessment that a lot of people see a well put together media made with children in mind and go “then it mustn't be made for children” which… uh… yes it is. a piece of media being “good” does not prevent it from being for children. i actually saw this with gravity falls & the owl house, both of which aired on a children’s network and was very clearly marketed towards children. but because they are “good”, they suddenly were not for children. it was also the argument bronies made about my little pony - that because it was “good” it was not meant for little girls.

and it is true that people tend to think of “good” media for adults and “bad” media for children. which is deeply unfortunate, because children’s media CAN be good and well written. it can be very smart. as much as i say that bridge to terabithia scarred me, it was definitely written for children in mind. it was a story written to help a child cope with grief and sudden loss, and that’s okay! like, there’s this idea that children’s media MUST be simplistic and MUST be moralistic but… that’s not true either. the goosebumps series and anamorphs series proves kids like gross out horror as much as adults do.

adults tend to think of children as inherently pure and naive and try to preserve that purity like a cut flower pressed between pages. but a child cannot be pressed between pages of a scrapbook, preserved at that age forever. a child will grow up, and books and tv shows that do not treat them like simpletons are valuable. that does not make a smartly written children’s story an adult story. it makes it a very good children’s story.

#long post #media studies

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