#Where da fuck is my quad?
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An intro at last :,) Other stuff under the cut
last updated : 03/04/2024
Hi I’m Crow ^^
Pronouns : Yours 🫵 (I basically use your pronouns when I talk to you because I’m Mirror Gender, but I’ll gladly explain in better detail if needed!) {When I’m not reflecting off ppl’s pronouns I prefer Xe/Xem! Only use She/Her if I say u can or your a friend/moot}
I’m Bi-Oriented Aegosexual Aro/Ace
Im from South Dakota
I’m a Proud Furry
Very Proud Therian (Salt Water Crocodile, Snow leopard, Crow, Fox, German shepherd, and also Fictionkin (Dragon & Griffin) (I am completely aware that I’m human and have no problem with that, so don’t even try that “Your human deal with it” Crap)
My B-Day is August 23rd
Oldest of 8 Siblings
I speak German and English (tad Spanish as well)
favorite animals are Crows, Crocodiles, and Owls
favorite song atm is Milk carton by Madilyn Mei, and Das Lied by Julia Engelman
Favorite colors Mint Green and Navy Blue
stuff I like : Drawing, Birds, Reading, Gaming, Athro animals, Rp, Cosplay, Skateboarding, silliness, Skeletons, doing quads, Ink sans!, Errink!, My Moots and friends!!, My Flock and Pack <3, and more stuff I can’t remember to put :,)
If you are rude to Furries, Therians, or Lgbtq+ people then fuck off. And if you harass people over fiction, then get away from me.
some fandoms I’m interested in : WoF, Fundamental Paper Education, Fe, Wc, Undertale/Utmv, Deltarune, Lackadaisy, Tmnt/Rottmnt, Ramshackle, Billie Bust Up, Legend of the Guardians, Pokemon, Murder Drones, Tadac, Monkey Wrench, Bluey, Spooky month, Fnaf, LMK, Animaniacs, Etc.
Stuff you’ll find on my blog :
Utmv art
Occasional Oc art
Ship art
Ink sans fanart
Random Stuff and occasional rambling
Sometimes bird art (depending on my mood)
Other fandom art (occasional/Rarely)
I can be a little awkward when it comes to interaction but I try not to, as I genuinely do wanna have conversations with people and make friends I’m just too scared to start the conversations so you might have to start them first :”)
Sometimes I might say cringe things but I’m not too ashamed as I’m just having fun being me ^u^
Do NOT repost my art without my permission or I’ll feed you a chainsaw.
I have a separate blog where all I do is reblog my art so it’s seen easier! @theforgottencorvid
My 1st Rp account is @the-one-and-only-ink
My 2nd Rp account is @the-radio-demon--alastor
I’ll ship and draw what I want if you don’t like it just scroll past it/block the tag. Don’t harass me. (I’ll ship what I want and if u don’t like that ship cool, fiction is fiction sorry if it upsets you. But feel free to scroll past.)
I’m neither pro nor anti, I couldn't care less. I honestly don't care if a creator is Proship, because if I like their stuff then I’ll keep interacting/liking the stuff they make. Fiction is Fiction, if they condone that stuff irl then that’s where I draw the line. Do not go harass ANYONE. over fiction.
Requests are open! Don’t be shy I absolutely love getting asks/requests from people! They make me happy :>
Drawing requests are Open
Well, I’m not so sure what else to put sooo ima just put these lil things here :>
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FUCK IT, DREAM SMP HOMESTUCK AU
but it's only half shitposts and there are actual Thoughts in there.
You don't need to have read the comic to understand because I tried not to spoil anything major, but it'd help if you knew basic stuff about classpects, SBURB and the hemospectrum.
disclaimer: i'm not a good pixel artist and this is my first actual sprites ever so please be kind to my weird pixels
The Kids:
Tommy
Fundy
Techno
Tubbo
tommy, tubbo and fundy one of the kids because they're the kids in dream smp canon (with fundy being son of wilbur)
techno's there because i want to make a dave strider reference (haha get it because techno's name is also da-- *gets shot) and also because they are both coolguys except instead of using irony, techno has adhd
The Trolls:
Wilbur Soohte (fuschia)
?????? Ehrret (violet)
J????? Shlatt (purple)
Nihacu Niikki (indigo)
Skeppy Diamon (cerulean)
Quacki Tthiey (teal)
Philza Myncra (jade)
Dreame Wastkn (lime disguising as olive)
George Notfou (gold)
Sapphe Nahfpe (bronze)
Badboy Haelow (burgundy)
don't come at me saying only females are allowed to be jades and fuschias; gender is fake and this is an au
more of the AU and the talksprites are under the cut:
Tommy
Lunar sway: Derse. Types in: Red
chaotic. the first person to be introduced.
when he gets introduced instead of the “Zoosmell Pooplord” bit, Tommy is initially going to be the name inputted but then backspaced it and decided that Tommyinnit was better and he was fuming until he’s named Tommy.
Gives me big Blood/Hope vibes. Blood because a lot of the conflict of the dream smp connected to someone breaking his trust or harming the things he cares about, Hope because a lot of the plot of the dream smp stems from Tommy starting shit based on his ideals and what he thinks is right.
the first to instigate fighting against the trolls
bbh contacts him once and tommy keeps cursing until he disconnects from frustration rip
wields Gunkind and his only strife weapon at the beginning is the Vlog gun. He has Gunkind as his strife specibus mainly because he looked up at schlatt and he imitates him.
Fundy
Lunar sway: Prospit. Types in: Orange
it was his idea to play SBURB but only through Dream.
he talks to dream the most among the other trolls fwt stans getcha juice this is the rosemary of the session
dream’s the one giving him exposition about the game so that’s how he knows how to play SBURB.
wilbur trolls fundy once and instantly adopts him.
“You’re my son.” “How does that even work??” “I was one of the people who created your universe. It’s basically the same thing.”
Fundy relents anyway.
Techno
Lunar sway: Derse. Types in: Pink
dave strider but dead-inside voice + rose lalonde english major vibes
he slices the text box when you try to name him "Dave " like in
techno gives me time player vibes (contantly on the move. his skyblock series, his “stays in the pit” monologue,) but also rage vibes (anarchy, the “theseus” monologue, political alignment is Chaos) alas i am not sure what class
uses Tridentkind and claims "it came from god"
it was dream, he accidentally transportalized one of wilbur’s weapon while he testing the transportalizer.
Tubbo
Lunar sway: Prospit. Types in: Green
the jade harley of this session. the only thing keeping them from going apeshit. where would they be without him.
but also jade harley in a sense that he seems nice and wholesome but also don’t fuck with them they can mess you up
Heart/Life vibes??? someone good at classpecting help
i put them in prospit bc of the "tubbo third eye" instead of tubbo having a sixth sense or smth, they see the future from the clouds of skaia when they sleep
wields Stress-relieverKind at some point
bonus: everyone’s actual hair colors
Ideas about the Trolls
no i haven’t done their sprites yet bc it would take so much time and i’m not even sure if people wanna see more of this au skjdkdsakdfkl,, but i have Design Ideas.
events of the dsmp revolution are just a FLARP session drawing parallels to how the homestuck trolls had a FLARP session that spoiler alert: destroyed friendships. dtrio, eret, will are involved. eret betrays will's faction and wilbur's still Bitter over that.
on the context of alternia (highbloods and lowbloods) lmanburg and dreamsmp have their roles SWAPPED. the emancipation theme thing is completely gone since highbloods are in more power than the lowbloods (the dream team) .
wilbur made a faction called l’manburg because he wants a place where he and his fellow highbloods could make drugs vibe.they take a piece of land that was owned by the dream team. in normal circumstances, they shouldve stood down because lowbloods aren't supposed to start shit with highbloods (especially a group of highbloods that has the alternian heir among them) but dream turned it into an activism thing about lowblood rights. the story plays as close as possible without tommy or tubbo in it (which is pretty hard ik but this is the best can do).
like in the dreamsmp revolution, dream kinda let wilbur do what he wants but this time he has more reason to because he’s in a lower caste. dream really only fought back when wilbur announced that he’d be building lmanburg on their land and calling it theirs.
eret betrays wilbur by supporting the lowbloods and wilbur and co. technically won but only because he finally called the drones in, as a reference to how lmanburg absolutely got crushed by the dream team in the smp but technically won. l’manburg keeps the piece of land and the dream team scatter away to find a new home.
wilbur soot's a fuschia because a) he's in a position that has a lot of power, b) yknow how he wrote a song about squids and his thing with sally… yeah.
eret's a violet because nobility!! dream looks down on him because he's ambivalent on fighting for lowblood rights when he's in a power to do so "you just sit there, and you look pretty that's it"
also like eridan he has a minor aesthetic mutation (herobrine eyes) that won't classify him as a mutant.
jschlatt is purple because it makes sense thematically because of the gamzee parallels (a. substance abuse b. if you know what happens in act 6, you know this already but spoiler alert, he ruins the main protagonists' lives) also he's a funnyman he deserves the clown caste
quackity's a teal because he’s a law student. moving on--
ok but for real it also makes sense thematically because he's the one who wrote the thing that tricked schlatt into agreeing also he gets manipulated by schlatt which also draws parallels to certain events in the comic
skeppy and bbh are BEST FRIENDS despite being highblood and lowblood respectively. initially, skeppy just wanted to bother bbh but they grew to be good friends in time. y’know like how they actually becane friends :D
philza minecraft is a jade because dad friend. also works thematically, because spoiler alert he gets to murder a seadweller for going batshit crazy.
he also god tiers early. he dies fighting his quick undead denizen (haha baby zombie) but the consorts of his land carry him to his quest bed because he’s treated them all so well.
dream was initially going to be another caste but then i realized that means i have to make his hoodie something other than green which is unacceptable so its a good thing the fact that he's a lime works out
dream was the one who thought of playing sgrub in the first place- initially only planned to have gogy, sap, and bbh in the session but then realized that they four won't be enough so he invited more into his session
he’s also the first to go godtier ez clap blind speedrun not sure what classpect tho
the only reason why dream avoided being culled at birth for being a limeblood is because his rng is That Good. he quickly picked up the fact that he’s not supposed to exist and masqueraded as an oliveblood and kept mostly to himself to avoid suspicion.
george is still colorblind but he has lazer eyes along with it instead. dream lives with him in the same hive since being a mutant means dream doesn’t get a lusus of his own (dnf fans getcha juice “and they were roommates”)
despite living in the same hive, he never really figures out that dream is a limeblood. possibly because a) he’s colorblind and when he sees dream bleeding he just sees yellow b) he’s just that fucking oblivious and it’s so valid of him.
sapnap’s a bronzeblood mainly because i know he’s the instigator of the pet war with tommy also because i associate him with the color orang in my mind so bronze it is
that’s the end of this long-ass post!! if you have other ideas PLEASE i want to hear them. i don’t know the other streamers i mentioned in here very well so if you have ideas that would be fitting to them like with classpect or lunar sway that would be GREAT.
the only thing i’m confident about in here are the kids’ lunar sways. i’m not an expert in classpects and homestuck lore so there’s that too!! i just wanted to make this post because adhd means that the idea wouldn’t shut up until i finished it. This initially started as a single shitpost edit of tommyinnit talksprite but then the hiveswap 2 trailer came out and that means i have to combine my two hyperfixations.
also i have ideas about potential quadrants but idk how much of that is breaking some streamers’ boundaries about shipping (even the non romantic quads such as kismesistude, morallegiance and auspisticism) so i decided not to include it.
edit: apparently people want more so i made a discord server as a place to brainstorm!! please pm me to join!
#dream smp#mcyt#mcytblr#dream smp au#homestuck#sleepy bois inc#one of those tags is not like the other#tommyinnit#tubbo#tubbo_#tubbolive#fundy#fundylive#itsfundy#technoblade#dream team#wilbur soot#wilbur mcyt#eret mcyt#jschlatt#quackity#skeppy#badboyhalo#philza#dreamwastaken#georgenotfound#sapnap#homestuck au#reblog this to curse ur mutuals' feeds with Unexpected Homestuck in 2020
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YOUR FLUFFY ALPHABET IS SO CREATIVE I LOVE IT!!! Now, time for our favourite Clown Star yes?~ ;3c Comfort, Reveal Odd and Meal for Marvus please! ❤ ouo
aw tysm ❤️ !! i had a lot of fun making it. under a cut for length <3
Comfort: What helps them calm down after negative emotions? How do they help calm down others? Where are their biggest source(s) of comfort in their life?
Physical release... take that as you will ,’:^]
Lol no but I’ve said this before, but high moments of stress tend to be hell on his back up dancers and personal trainers. He wants to perfect things, feel some control over whatever he can get his puppet strings into. He’s self aware enough to know that tinkering obsessively with a beat or his upcoming album or whatever isn’t going to get him anywhere; at least a physical outlet helps him get to sleep at the end of the night.
He’s also prone to a slice of slime pie, a preroll, or whatever sort of light drugs he can get his hands on in the moment. Because it’s pretty common for clowns to dabble in these things, it’s a way for Marvus to kind of hide that he’s feeling some type of way. Yeah he wants to get fucked up and party! Bad mood, what are you talking about? All clowns party, dogg. Lol. He does tend to push his bad moods behind the curtains and let them fester.
As for calming others... I mean, he can convince anyone of anything. He’ll talk you through it, and though he’s a little bit out of touch with most people and their problems, he’s earnest in his own way. I think I’m evolving a previous headcanon I held here; Marvus has a 50/50 shot at actually being comforting vs just talking at you and not helping at all.
His biggest sources of comfort in life are his closest friends. He’s a chronic extrovert and loves to fuck around with his buddies. Trust is hard to earn with him; if you’re his friend, you pretty much stay there. He may not confide in you (he reserves his confidence for his quads, but even that’s rare), but he will seek you out for company on bad days.
Reveal: What are their emotional tells? Are they generally more expressive or more communicative with their emotions?
Check da canesword 👊😔 For real, though, moments of high emotion have him spinning and twirling and gesticulating with that thing. In general, he can be kind of fidgety.
His face isn’t super expressive in any genuine way (unless he’s alone with someone he cares about; again, Marvus can be earnest, but that only comes with deep trust). He has strict control over what passes over his face, and it’s usually only what he wants you to see unless something takes him by complete surprise.
Odd: What makes them unique? Do they have any rituals specific to them and their life? Are they generally well liked by people they meet, or are they slower to connect?
He’s almost frighteningly charismatic. People see “Marvus” before they see “blood thirsty clown caste” 9 times out of 10 if his voice hits your ears before his image hits your eyes. He’s also just genuinely a pretty good guy for alternian standards. He’s well liked by those he chooses to connect with; even people who find him annoying can, at the very least, understand the charm. As for connecting, though, he does have his curtain that he hides behind, and it’s difficult to get that backstage pass.
I don’t see him having rituals, really. He likes to have little parties after an album release and just generally celebrate the good times, but that’s all I can think of.
Meal: Can they cook? What are their favorite foods? Do they assign importance to meals, or is it just something they need to do to stop their hunger?
YES I made this question with Marvus in mind specifically lol. AND! We are going to touch on my forbidden sandwich headcanons here. Slowly, they’re taking shape...... Anyway kshdasd
Can he cook? On a stove......... no 😌❤️ He does burn that shit, keeps the heat either at a full 10 or off, no in between. But he can bake like nobody’s business. It’s all thanks to the real MVP of a cooking sesh: the timer. The really annoying, hard to ignore, timer, lol.
His favorite foods tend to be spicy, sweet and salty. Marvus steers towards “east alternian” style foods, but more specifically he likes indian, vietnamese, and thai food. Still, he does love his general tso’s chicken on his cheat days. He has a bit of a sweet tooth and finds it hard to say no to dessert, his strict diet be damned.
Does he assign importance to meals? Only one: lunch. His life tends to be pretty hectic, and- despite his best efforts- he brings the hectic habits home with him. Most of his meals and snacks are quick and convenient foods that he can eat on the go. Marvus loves that pizza lunchables with the anchovies and a protein bar, call that a shark coochie board. He learned pretty quickly, though, that he loves to have his time in the middle of the night just for himself.
And thus, Marvus lunch was born. He takes a little time in the middle of the night to slow down and savor a good meal. He still has to kind of hustle occasionally, so he’s never going to have complicated lunches, but a good ass sandwich? He’s here for it. His favorite (I am 100% projecting here, but allow me be self indulgent within my own self indulgent hc lmao) has onion jam, arugula, spicy sausage, pepper jack cheese, and pressed crusty bread. Maybe a lil side of soup. It’s just good for the soul. He loves to share his meal with company, because yes he is a social being, but also because sharing a meal has become a sort of love language for him.
Ask game found here.
#hiveswap#marvus#marvus xoloto#silas.txt#shadowdemon101#asks#okay i'll get to the rest tomorrow#again... thank u all for ur patience! i am sick rn so i'm doing my best to focus on getting better
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asshole fwb!jk (4/4): quad confessions
I don’t know why I took so long to upload this lol. Oc be like *moving on* ! This takes place after the second drabble
read the other ones here: one two three
You don’t go home with him that night. Couldn’t keep that grind on his cock like you thought you could because people kept jostling you with their sweaty asses and Jeongguk was falling asleep right under your nose. Dayoung isn’t there for you to say goodbye to, Hoseok’s gone off again. Nothing for you to indulge in the name of greed. So you leave, and the next time you hear about Jeongguk you realize he’s back to talking to Yerin again.
“This bitch,” Dayoung says under her breath one day at the quad. And when she’s pissed she’s not as careful to smoke away from your face and you choke. “Oh shit, sorry. Jeongguk just—man. You really fucked him.”
“You’re so mean,” you whine. You won’t refute the anger though. You’re just as annoyed. Dayoung is nice enough to keep you company before your next class stars, lets you stew in your anger with supervision so that you don’t unblock Jeongguk’s number.
“Whatever. Yerin’s stupid anyway. Her asshole’s gaping from all that Jeongguk love shit she keeps in her ass. Who even likes someone that stinky?”
You do. But you don’t say that. “I don’t know if you’re trying to make me feel better or not.”
“Point is, you’re doing good.” Dayoung scoffs. “You’re doing great. Who told you they were together anyway?”
“Sowon.” Yerin’s lab partner and your group study leader. In other words: a double agent for your side.
“Ah.”
“Told me yesterday when we were in the library. That he’s talking to Yerin.”
The door across the quad opens, right from Humanities. Two people walking across the grass like it’s a perfect college pamphlet.
It’s Jeongguk. And that’s not Yerin he’s got his arm around, kisses like there’s no one watching.
“Christ,” Dayoung says, and then her eyes get sharp. “Wait.”
You almost laugh. But you realize it too. “That’s—”
“Taeha,” she breathes.
The hurt settles. For Dayoung, who’s crushed on cute Taeha from her Kinesiology class since forever; for you, because of course you had to like stupidity incarnate. Maybe this was destiny trying to say that you and Dayoung were really meant to be roommates.
You both got fucked over by the same guy.
You watch her eyes shake. “Huh.”
“Da—”
“Nah.” She gets up, stomps her cigarette to scraps under her boot. “Nah. Just gonna… go. See you later. Go buy those spicy shrimp chips please.”
Her comfort food. You wave her off with a sigh, and you know full well Jeongguk’s spotted you when you hear someone jogging over. Taeha’s gone off with a confused look, like she doesn’t know where Jeongguk’s headed. She walks away when she catches your eye. A silent understanding in her hesitation, your rigid posture.
“Yo,” is all he says for greeting.
“You’re stupid,” you greet back.
He sits down in Dayoung’s spot. “Not this again.”
“No I fucking mean it this time.” You’re not gonna hide the crack in your voice because Jeongguk looks guilty, and that’s new. How badly you want to wrangle at his stupidly thick throat right now. “Dayoung’s practically in love with Taeha. Everyone knows that. The teachers know that. You know that. You know everyone’s little secrets because you can’t help but waltz into everyone’s business. You know what that is? Pretty privilege.”
Jeongguk looks taken aback. “I don’t have pretty privilege—”
“That’s exactly what someone with pretty privilege says because they’re stupid,” you emphasize. There’s no room for any other adjective but you can’t think straight. “And how’d you even know I was gonna be here anyway?”
“I still have your schedule saved on my phone,” Jeongguk reasons simply.
“What the fuck. Who—what?” You’d give everything to text Dayoung the shit he’s putting you through right now but you stay still. “Like you do realize what you’re doing right. You’re not that dumb.”
He throws his arms up. “Well I wouldn’t fucking know because all you call me is stupid—”
“Because you are, fuck! Who does that! I sent you that schedule once because you wanted to know if I had an early class the next morning, which is a nice thing to do. You know what happens when you do nice things for people when you’re that pretty? They like you. I liked you.” The distinction is clear. Even Jeongguk has the nerve to look surprised. “Yerin likes you. God that girl would do anything for you, you know that? Doesn’t even know you were fucking me and now you’re with Taeha of all people and you’re ruining everything. You’re ruining everything!”
“You don’t need to yell.” Jeongguk says. “I get it, Jesus.”
“You’re fucked,” you continue. Shaking through your anger, exhaustion. “No you’re past that. You know how fucked you have to be to go beyond fucked? What’s worse than that? This—you’re so fucking annoying.”
“You don’t think that.” You see now what Dayoung’s been warning you about. That little tilt of his head, the glow in his eyes. Trying to get you to back down like some predator grooming its prey into obedience. He wants you pliant. He takes what he wants the way he wants to do it. “You don’t.”
“Stop trying to manipulate me, I know what you’re doing. God I’ve been stupid too but I get it now,” you laugh this time.
Jeongguk looks exasperated. “You get what?”
“You’re horny,” you explain. “Horny makes you stupid. But you’re so stupid anyway the horny made it like, exponentially worse.”
“Where are you going?” He watches you stand up with wide eyes, collecting your stuff, yourself. Your class doesn’t start for another hour. “What—”
“I’m going. For good. Don’t ask Dayoung to unblock your number, she’ll probably kick your ass anyway. Please wear condoms if you’re gonna fuck Yerin. Or not because I’m gonna go tell her that you’re fucking Taeha now. Also why did you come here if you wanted to talk to me?”
Jeongguk shrugs, already looking uninterested. He’s lost you but the consolation’s already in the million other girls he can play around with. “Horny.”
“Fuck you,” you deadpan. Your backpack is heavy on your shoulders but somehow you feel free. “I’ll see you around.”
“You still have the best pussy,” he calls out when you’ve trod away.
(When you wait in line at the convenience store with an extra bag of spicy shrimp chips, you delete his number.)
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This is a wangxian Yoi au, or it was going to be, I wrote the first chapter. Then realized I don’t know how to write skating, I don’t know anything about figure skating, and I feel like I should not be flying blind in this. Also, creativity got fried. Which sucks.
But, I figured you might enjoy reading the first chapter, and idk if it's because i wrote it but I find it's fine to read on it's own.
Story under the cut, I do hope you enjoy.
“Huaisang, why are you calling me at midnight?”
“Excuse you, it’s one am. And you didn’t respond to my text. Check your messages and watch the link I sent you.”
“Fuck no.” Despite Wei Wuxian’s words, he grabs his computer off his bedside table and sits up, “What’s the video called?” Wei Wuxian asks as he pulls up youtube.
”Uhhh,” there was some tapping, ”okay, english is Lan Wangji attempts Wei Wuxian’s Confusion.”
The name made Wei Wuxian perk up as he quickly types and searchs for the video. “Why didn’t you just tell me it was Lan Zhan?” He wouldn’t have grumbled.
”Just watch!” Wei Wuxian rolls his eyes at Nie Huaisang’s excitement but plays the video, muted because Jiang Cheng will kill him for waking him up at midnight. Wei Wei Wuxian was pleasantly surprised throughout the whole video, and also curious as to when Lan Zhan learnt it so completely. It had been his freestyle at Worlds two nights before, the one that earned him gold, again. He had changed it to work with his current condition and still earn him gold, but that just meant it was more complicated stepping he had perfected and a bunch of quads- not nearly as much as he normally did but, enough. Lan Zhan had changed his quads to triples.
Wei Wuxian could only point out one mistake. He rewatches it to see if there are any others. They’re aren’t.
“He fucked up one of the salchows.” Wei Wuxian states, watching the video for a third time. That was generous, he wobbled a bit too much on the landing. Madam Yu would’ve called it a complete fuckup and made him redo the entire program. For a practice it wasn’t bad, especially since Lan Zhan seemed distracted still.
Nie Huaisang groans on the phone, ”That’s all you have to say?”
“Hey. He’s the one who didn’t call me.”
”And now he’s dancing your stupid love letter!”
“It was not-“ Wei Wuxian is stopped by a pillow hitting his face, falling back onto his bed. “I have to go, I woke Jiang Cheng.”
Nie Huaisang giggles and hangs up with a singsong, “Good Luck!”
Wei Wuxian sits back up, chucking the pillow back onto Jiang Cheng’s bed. The lump that is his brother doesn’t move. Just an angry grumbled, “Get the fuck out of the room if you’re going to be awake.”
Wei Wuxian could go back to sleep, but he’s more interested in Lan Zhan right now. So he shuts his laptop, pulls on a jacket, and leaves the room with his phone in his pocket and his laptop under his arm in his fluffy bunny slippers. He goes down to the airport and sits at his gate, opening hs laptop back up to watch the video again. They were flying out to Italy in five hours. Well. wei Wuxian and Uncle Jiang were, Jiejie and Jiang Cheng were flying back to Canada in ten. Jiang Cheng had made their room decisions because if Wei Wuxian and Uncle Jiang shared they would’ve left without saying goodbye. In Wei Wuxian’s opinion, it’d be better to say goodbye before they went to sleep instead of waking everyone up at six in the morning, but he was promptly told to shut up.
Wei Wuxian calls Nie Huaisang back as the video plays, it’s impressive. And Wei Wuxian has always loved Lan Zhan’s skating. It made the Grand Prix all the more odd.
”It’s a love letter.” Nie Huaisang says in lieu of a greeting.
“It was not a love letter.” Nie Huaisang made a doubtful sound. “It was a letter of why the fuck did you never call me? I gave you my personal number and whitelisted you. Why did you never contact me?”
“So… an unrequited loveletter.”
“Why am I friends with you?”
”Because I helped you shave off Lan Qiren’s awful goatee.”
Wei Wuxian chuckles at the memory, Teacher Lan had been so pissed. “Hey… do you think he has any relation to Lan Zhan?”
”I do blackmail, not familial relations. If I did, you wouldn’t have spent five years calling Xiao Xingchen Jiujiu as a joke only to find out it was very appropriate.”
Ah, yes, the most awkward celebratory dinner in Wei Wuxian’s life with his uncle and grandmother.
“You and I both know I called him Jiujiu because I forgot his name and it was the first thing that came to mind.” Nie Huaisang cackles, fully aware that when Wei Wuxian forgot peoples names, if he didn’t hate them, he immediately went to familial relations.
It’s how Nie Huaisang’s older brother is forever Da-ge to Wei Wuxian. And how half his competitors are variations of cousin and uncle. Those that don’t speak chinese are typically confused but assume it’s a nickname until someone (Jiang Cheng typically) tells them they are now the son of Wei Wuxian’s father’s brother. Or something of the like. Those that speak chinese typically return the favour. For example, Xingchen called him Wai Sheng as often as Wei Wuxian would call him Jiujiu.
”Yup. And then you finally met your grandmother. Hands down, best World Champions I’ve ever been to.”
“Oh fuck you. Are you going to Italy?”
”Already here. I convinced Da Ge to fly me out right after the World Champs. I have been shopping for days. I love Italy.”
“You love that you can logic your way into drinking wine with every meal.”
”Mmhmm. You don’t normally participate in the Egna Spring Trophy. Why are you coming this year?”
“I like to shock people.” ’I don’t want my season to be over just yet. I don’t want to stop skating.’ “Can you keep a secret?”
”Of course. Did you put shaving cream in Jiang Cheng’s suitcase again?”
“No. He doesn’t let me anywhere near it anymore. I…”Wei Wuxian chickens out. He can’t say it. Not now. “Actually it might be better to say in person. Do you think the video’s a message?”
”What? Oh! Lan Wangji’s? Maybe? What message might he be sending?”
“That he still wants me to coach him next season?”
”You can’t coach someone and participate.” Nie Huaisang remarks. Wei Wuxian stays silent, normally his response would be ‘watch me’, but he can’t. Nie Huaisang gasps at Wei Wuxian’s extended silence. ”You can’t”.
“I’ll talk to you about it in Italy.”
”Have you told Coach Jiang?”
“No. Not Jiang Cheng or Shijie either. Don’t say anything. I’m still…”
”Yup. Got it. Lips are sealed.” Wei Wuxian sighs in relief, he’s not sure what he was worried about, but he’s grateful Nie Huaisang isn’t telling anyone. Not until Wei Wuxian says it himself. ”And, I guess the video could be a message. Maybe he lost your number? And it’s not like you told him you whitelisted him. Maybe he thought you were joking and didn’t want to risk rejection? I’ve asked Da ge but he told me to shut up and not bother him so…”
Oh right. Wei Wuxian forgot Da Ge was friends with Lan Zhan’s brother. “Meanie. But you know where he is right?”
“Yup. But Da Ge told me not to tell you. Didn’t want you bothering the Lan brothers or something.”
Wei Wuxian hums, “What a shame.” Nie Huaisang couldn’t tell him where Lan Zhan was. But, he could tell Wei Wuxian about Lan Zhan’s home.
”Mmhmm. There’s a wonderful hot spring in Gusu. As well as a cold spring that’s supposed to promote healing. I always find that afterwards, I’m too busy warming up to really care about any injuries.”
Wei Wuxian chuckles, Gusu huh? “Never heard of it.”
“No? It’s a rather small city. Not very well known. The hot spring I go to is called Hanshi.”
“...Frost Room?” Odd name for a hot spring.
”Mmhmm. I think it’s ironic or something? You know, a hot spring frost room? Who knows? We both know I didn’t ask.”
Wei Wuxian nods, “Mm. Maybe after Triglav I’ll pop over.”
”Making this season count I see.”
“I just want as many gold medals as possible. I’ll let you get some sleep. I am going to get started on coaching notes.”
”I’ll send you whatever videos I have of Lan Wangji. See you soon.”
“Mm.” Wei Wuxian hangs up and pulls up his note-app to start taking notes as he watches Lan Zhan’s video again. Noting places where Lan Zhan could do with improvement. There weren’t many, but Lan Zhan hadn’t focused his training in the same areas Wei Wuxian did. In some areas he was actually better at Wei Wuxian’s program than he was. Particularly with the stepping. More precise and fine-tuned than Wei Wuxian’s own. If Wei Wuxian had given Confusion to Lan Zhan he probably would’ve netted a higher score than Wei Wuxian. If he could land the quads at least.
_-3 weeks later-_
“Gusu is so nice. So warm. So not Canada.” Wuxan says to Nie Huaisang over the phone as he waits for the cab he arranged to pick him up from the airport.
Nie Huaisang’s laugh titters over the phone, “You’re not in Gusu yet. Gusu is a mountain city.”
“Ah, so the temperature will be back to normal. Good.”
”Tell Xichen-ge hi. I did not warn them you were coming, so, have a fun surprise!”
Wei Wuxian laughs, “I will. How’s Da ge?”
”Very annoyed that I told you where they live. And not accepting the fact that I didn’t tell you where they lived. I told you of a wonderful hot spring in Gusu and upon research you found it was owned by Lan Wangji’s brother. How can I be blamed?” Nie Huaisang actually seemed offended.
Wei Wuxian laughs at his friend. “Well, at least he’s not making you do hockey.” Nie Huaisang screeches, making Wei Wuxian laugh harder.
”He would never.”
“Didn’t he initially put you in hockey? Who’s to say he won’t put you back in?” It’s a joke, but Nie Huaisang is silent on the other end. And then Wei Wuxian can hear him running through his house.
”DAGE!” Wei Wuxian pulls his phone away at the yell, but puts it back once the yell is over to hear whatever else Nie Huaisang says. There’s some muttering that Wei Wuxian assumes belongs to Da ge.”You wouldn’t put me in hockey, right? Even if I fail Ice Dance?” There’s complete silence on the other end. But Da ge must’ve said something, or made a certain expression because Nie Huaisang screeches, offended and scared, “Da Ge!” Wei Wuxian laughs at his friends' misery and offence. He always feels a little bad for Da ge at events since he’s typically the only hockey player there and very few figure skaters bother to hide their dislike of hockey players. Typically it’s vice versa too, but when Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang go to Da ge’s games they tend to keep away from that subject. As much as possible. Except that one year one of Da ge’s teammates called Figure Skater’s prissy princesses and Wei Wuxian attacked him and had to be pulled off by Da ge.
He was fourteen. Nie Huaisang took a video.
Wei Wuxian stops laughing enough to notice his cab and met the driver, putting his phone in his pocket to drown out Nie Huaisang’s crying. After a quick chat, his luggage was put in the trunk and got in. He pulls out his phone and puts it back to his ear just as Nie Huaisang starts calling Da ge mean.
”How could you scare me like that?” Da ge was laughing in the background.
“Older brothers. It’s what we do best.”
”Meanie.” Was hissed at Wei Wuxian. More mumbling Wei Wuxian couldn’t make heads or tails of before Nie Huaisang speaks again, ” Da Ge wants to talk to you.”
“He’s not putting me in hockey is he?”
”Uhhh, da ge? Are you putting Wei-xiong in hockey?”
Da Ge was close enough to the phone Wei Wuxian could hear his reply, “Can I? He’d do damn good.”
“Don’t joke! I’m too fragile for hockey!” Wei Wuxian protests with a pout. “What did Da ge want to talk about?”
”Don’t harass Xichen and Wangji. If they tell you to go. Go. I don’t care what Wangji said at the Prix banquet, leave him alone if he wants to be left alone.” Da ge orders.
“Roger roger.”
“Wuxian.”
“I got it. I won’t bother them if they don’t want to be bothered. If he says no I’ll book a flight tomorrow and head home. Or to your place. Or to Xingchen’s. Bottom line I’ll leave if they want me to.” He won’t overstay his welcome.
”Good. Good luck.” With that, Da ge hangs up.
_-Gusu-_
“How was lessons?” Lan Xichen asks as Lan Wangji returns from the rink with Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi in tow. The five year olds loved skating. So when Lan Wangji returned from his complete failure at the Grand Prix, he had taken over their skating lessons at Cloud Recess at their insistence.
“They improved. How was business?” Lan Wangji asks as both kids run upstairs.
“Adequate. We have one guest currently. Actually, he asked for you by name.”
Oh. Great. “Did he say why?”
Lan Xichen shakes his head, he probably didn’t ask. “Just said to tell you. He also said if you don’t want to talk to him he’ll leave.”
Lan Wangji shakes his head, “No. I’ll talk to him.” He hopes it’s not a fan. Or one of Coach Zhong’s students come to ask him back in place of Coach. Lan Wangji just wanted to take care of his rabbits and ignore the world until his failure is forgotten. Lan Xichen smiles, probably remembering that just last month Lan Wangji told him he didn’t want to talk to anyone.
“Good. I’m going to make sure the tykes are not causing havoc upstairs, watch the front for me?” Lan Wangji nods at Lan Xichen’s request, allowing his brother to rush up the stairs.
Lan Wangji had just sat down at one of the tables, intent to get some work done. He was working with the library in Cloud Recess with translations, it didn’t pay well, but he enjoyed it and could do it in between helping Lan Xichen out at the Hanshi.
But before he could pull his laptop out, a guest came into the main room. Lan Wangji looks up to greet them but the words die on his tongue, eyes widening a fraction as he took in Wei Wuxian, half naked, with his hair in a towel. Well, he had a jacket on that wasn’t shut, so he wasn’t technically breaking the rule about being undressed outside the springs, but his incredibly toned chest was still on full display. Lan Wangji could feel his ears burning, and was very thankful he rarely blushes on his face.
A smile split across Wei Wuxian’s lips, “Lan Zhan.” ’What?’ “I wanted to talk to you.” Wei Wuxian falls to his knees on the opposite side of the table than Lan Wangji. Lan Wangji nods, although he was still stuck on ’Why is Wei Wuxian calling me by my given name? How does he even know it?’ Somehow Wei Wuxian’s smile got brighter. Which Lan Wangji felt was just unfair and rude. He’s trying not to panic here. “I want to coach you for next season.”
What.
Fuck trying not to panic.
What?
“Why?”
“I saw your video. Your stepping is very impressive. But you need to work on your jumps. Although you seem to learn quickly since you were able to learn Confusion in just a few days.” Lan Wangji would like this conversation to stop and rewind. What video?! He only danced Confusion once! And- oh fuck. Lan Jingyi is corrupting his perfect child. Wei Wuxian was still talking. Lan Wangji missed a portion. “-so I figured I’d come down to offer my services as coach.”
“Are you not competing next season?”
Wei Wuxian looks surprised, “Ah, I guess you don’t get much news out here.” Lan Wangji has been avoiding most skating news. He only watched the Worlds because Lan Jingyi and Lan Sizhui demanded it. “I’m taking a break. I’m twenty-three and have won every single competition I’ve been in for five years, got bored. And then I saw your video and decided I wanted to help you win the Grand Prix.”
What.
“What’s your current work out regime? I have some ideas but I don’t want to overwork you. Also, where’s the rink and can we schedule private time to practice?”
“Wei Wuxian-“
He cuts Lan Wangji off, waving his hand, “Call me Wei Ying.”
Okay.
“Wei Ying. You cannot take a break just to coach me.”
“Yes I can. But I didn’t. I was going to be taking a break this season anyways. If I hadn’t seen your video I might’ve let Da ge talk me into hockey.” Wei Ying shudders theatrically, “I’m too delicate for hockey.” Lan Wangji would disagree. Lan Xichen showed him the video of Wei Ying beating up a hockey player nearly twice his size. “If you don’t want me to coach you, I’ll leave. But if you do… I already have plans for your programs. And areas to improve.”
It was tempting. To accept the offer. Last year's Grand Prix had been Lan Wangji’s first venture into international competitions. He was used to national and local competitions. But after the complete failure of last years Grand Prix he wasn’t sure about returning to the international stage. However, Wei Ying had a lot of experience in the international stage. He’d been competing in International Competitions since he was thirteen. An entire decade.
Lan Wangji nods, “I accept.”
Wei Ying’s smile gets impossible bright. “Perfect.”
#Cql#The untamed#Wei Ying#Wei Wuxian#wwx#Lwj#Lan Wangji#Lan Zhan#Nie Huaisang#NHS#Au#my writing#shoot me an ask or a message if your confused or curious about something#Also the Nies are Hockey players#While the other clans are ice skaters#Huaisang got his brother to remove him from hockey tho#bcuz he is fragile and that’s not changing anytime soon.#Also someone told me hockey players and figure skaters didn’t like eachother#idky#so I made up a reason#Sorry
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Hi my name is Quistis Trepe and I have long golden blonde hair that reaches my heaving, supple breasts and bright blue eyes like light shining through seaglass and a lot of people tell me I look like Deborah Ann Woll (AN: if u don't know who they are get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Deborah Ann Woll but I wish I was because they're a major fucking hottie. I have smooth creamy pale skin. I'm also a SeeD, and I live at an academy where you learn to fight enemies for gil in Balamb where I teach cadets to become SeeD in order to defeat an evil Sorceress from the future (I'm 18). I'm a child prodigy (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly SeeD uniforms or battle gear. I love Urban Outfitters and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a peachy vest with a double zipper down the middle that exposes my cleavage and my midriff and matching peach pencil skirt that hugs my big hips and long legs, detachable leather sleeves, black leather gloves and black leather boots. I was wearing wearing black eye liner and mascara with dark red lip-gloss. I was walking outside in the Quad. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of the Disciplinary Committee stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
"Hey Quistis Trepe!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was... Squall Leonhart!
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PROMPT: penelope + leah, "licking your fingers clean of her."
AT LAST. We shall be a fandom of two (2) people with WLW farmers in Stardew Valley.
Obviously not Dragon Age. I do love Stardew Valley for those who didn’t know that! This will be on AO3 very very soon.
Pairing: Female Player x Leah / Penelope x Leah, Stardew Valley
Rating: Explicit! Sexy times and also cursing.
Note: Bit of a character study, some spoilers for Leah’s romance.
**************
Penelope liked facts and figures. She made a mean spreadsheet. It was what Joja Corporation hired her for. Her degree in biology was uninteresting to them. Her minute attention to detail and near obsessive need for planners and organization? That they could use. For eight hours a day. In a dimly lit cubicle. She could plan the shit out of their payroll and organize their files for new hires and -
Fuck. Just thinking about it made her feel claustrophobic all over again.
So the whole point of coming to Stardew Valley, to Grandpa’s farm, was to get away from all that.
And now she found herself sitting on the porch of her newly renovated farmhouse, her cat Jin rolling around in a sunbeam on the porch, staring at a spreadsheet of her expected yields and profits from her last fall harvest, and projections of how much she would need to mine over the winter if she wanted to a) eat b) renovate the house again and c) buy more animals to sell more animal products so she wouldn’t have to break her back all winter in the mine.
Fuck.
It was then that she heard the heavy drag of footsteps coming up the gravel path she’d laid down - the one that ran between her young cherry saplings, past the small pond, and towards Cindersnap Forest. She looked up from her laptop and shaded her eyes against the early morning sunshine. Someone was coming towards her - red hair - Leah?
Leah, who’d barely spoken a word to her at first, who she only met by chance one Friday in the Stardrop Saloon in late spring because she rarely left her cabin. Leah who tucked her hair behind her ears over and over again when she was nervous and let it fall out of its braid when she waved her hands excitedly, discussing her latest sculpture and how it conveyed the utter isolation of a crowded subway platform in Zuzu City.
Leah who seemed so unflappable until she got on the phone with Kel, her ex-girlfriend.
Leah who was scared to show off her sculptures to anyone but Penelope.
Leah.
Fuck.
Leah made Penelope’s heart speed up the way only one other person had before - Marie, her college sweetheart, the woman who abruptly broke her heart the night before they were supposed to move into their first apartment together. Which led to her taking the job at Joja to afford the place since she couldn’t get out of the lease, instead of getting her masters in microbiology the way she’d planned. Which led to her gaining twenty pounds as she binge-watched Wynonna Earp and sampled every single Ben and Jerry’s flavor they sold at her local (you guessed it) Joja Mart.
Which ultimately led to her sitting on this sunny porch worrying about eggplants and why on earth it was she wasn’t allowed to use a goddamn gun to kill the monsters in the mine (she was shit at the slingshot).
Which ultimately led to Leah, walking up the gravel path, making her heart beat the way she thought it never would again.
Leah had a statue behind her. She was dragging it on some kind of dolley behind her. It was at least as tall as she was, and brown as the corduroy pants she wore no matter the season (brown as her kind eyes). Her face was flushed with effort but she was beaming as she made her way to the house.
“I’ve got it, I’ve got it,” she assured Penelope, waving off her offer of assistance. On the porch, Jin stood and arched her back and meowed plaintively at Leah, as if she hadn’t already been pet and coddled for half an hour that morning while Penelope lay in bed.
“It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” Leah said when she reached the farmhouse, beaming despite her sweat.
“Sure is,” Penelope replied, her heart speeding up again. Leah kept right on beaming.
“I’ve got a gift for you. It’s a sculpture I’ve been working on just for you. Well, you probably figured that out. Ta-da!” She waved to the sculpture with a flourish. It was mahogany, and nearly as tall as Penelope herself. It looked like it was made of a series of loops rising organically out of the earth.
“It’s called How I Feel About Penelope,” Leah said. There she went with the tucking-the-hair-behind-the-ears. How I feel about Penelope. Leah who was so shy she had to speak through wood to make herself heard.
So what was this sculpture saying?
Penelope knew she should have taken that art history elective.
“It’s amazing,” Penelope said. “And I know exactly where it’s going to go.”
“Here, let me help!”
“Oh, it’s fine - the bedroom’s a mess -”
“Nonsense.”
The truth was that the bedroom was fine, but Penelope wasn’t sure she wanted Leah to know that that’s where she wanted the statue to go - right where she would always be able to see it when she woke. But in the end Leah didn’t seem to mind the placement at all. She praised Penelope’s choice, her feng shui, the way it went with the deep green wallpaper she’d just ordered from a catalogue.
“I like it,” Leah said just as she was getting ready to leave. “I like how you bring nature inside.”
I like you, Penelope thought, but the words wouldn’t come.
Leah left, and Penelope went back into the bedroom and stood looking at the statue - its curving, arching arms, its strength, its flexibility. How I feel about Penelope.
She went back out on the porch and closed the laptop, pushing the spreadsheet from her mind. She would be flexible. She would walk the farm and smell the soil and not stress over every cent. She would just be. Like Leah and her sculpture.
*
It wasn’t the last sculpture Leah would show her. Not by a long shot. They spent the rest of that fall and then a good part of the winter that followed working on sculptures for her art show, which Penelope had finally persuaded her to move forward with. It was a good distraction from the nagging feeling in the back of Penelope’s mind - that no matter how hard she worked, how many times she counted up how much food she had saved up for her livestock and frozen in the fridge for herself, she wasn’t doing enough.
“Winter is when all of nature rests and resets,” Leah told her. “You should rest and reset, too.”
But sitting around her own farmhouse only led to fidgeting and spreadsheets (what was wrong with her) and watching too many cooking shows on her TV, or taking too many pictures of Jin lolling about cutely on the floor while secretly counting and recounting how much more lumber she needed to have Robin build another barn and how quickly she could reasonably afford it because if she had another barn she could get more goats and then -
So resting and resetting became going to Leah’s house with some freshly gathered hazelnuts to roast over her fireplace, or maybe some poppyseed muffins - and then, finally, her very first batch of homemade raspberry wine. And then they’d sit there by the fire and Leah would wax poetic about the sculptures she was considering for the show, how they challenged personhood and celebrated her favorite mediums and how she left things intentionally unclear for the viewer to provoke thought. It was exactly the sort of thing Penelope used to overhear in the quad in her college days, and scoff at. How could people spend their whole lives overthinking about art to that degree?
But now she was starting to get it. Leah shaved away seemingly random scraps of wood from a large block and beauty and meaning emerged. And Penelope forgot about the exact alkalinity of her soil and whether she should plant three fields of cauliflower next season or do kale instead and get more harvests out of it or if that would deplete the nutrients -
Okay, so it didn’t make her forget completely. But Leah’s little cabin was still an oasis, and Leah was still so beautiful and smart and kind, and Penelope was hopelessly in love.
It was the kind of realization that dawned slowly over the course of their daily conversations, not something that hit her like a thunderclap. When Penelope thought back over it later, she thought the exact moment might have been when she came out of the bathroom and saw Leah looking at the window at the drifting snow, a content smile on her face. She loved Leah. She hadn’t even held her hand, and she loved her. She felt safe with her. She understood more of the world through her eyes. She loved her.
So she went to Pierre’s store and bought a bouquet of flowers - the biggest and most beautiful he had in the dead of winter - and she carried them over to Leah’s house. And she stood there on the step, holding them with trembling hands, because nothing had ever been as scary as this. Not coming out to her parents. Not sitting alone in that empty apartment after Marie left. Not quitting Joja and getting on the bus to Pelican Town. Nothing scared her as much as the idea that she, with all her facts and figures and anxieties, wouldn’t be good enough for the woman she loved.
Leah’s eyes lit up like the lights in the town square when she saw Penelope standing there.
“Are these - are these what I think they are?” she asked.
“Well - if you think they’re special flowers that are saying I want you to be my girlfriend then - yes?”
Leah laughed and laughed, and then she kissed her, and it was suddenly the warmest winter Penelope had ever known.
**
Penelope hadn’t doubted she was gay since the sixth grade and her first crush ever (Mimi Marquez from Rent). But damn, did Leah manage to remind her every day.
Leah would be covered in sweat from working hard on a large sculpture and Penelope would look at her and think damn, I’m gay.
Leah would show up with ingredients to make dinner one evening, knowing Penelope would be exhausted from working in the mine, and she would hear her gentle laughter in the kitchen while she iced her back in the other room and think damn, I’m gay.
Leah would kiss her hard and fast, pressed up against the kitchen counter, and then Penelope would hardly be able to think at all, but if she was, the only real thought that would come would be I am so, so, so gay.
And also that she was so, so in love.
Leah wanted to take things slow after everything that happened with Kel, which suited Penelope fine. There were plenty of long make-out sessions on one of their couches, and many long walks in the snow, hand in hand. And then there was one night, towards the end of winter, when a late snowstorm kicked up and make it hard to see even a foot past the windows of the farmhouse.
“You know, I try not to make a habit of quoting carols - but it really is cold outside. You could stay,” Penelope offered, tentatively.
Leah beamed with quiet warmth, her nose scrunching, as she hid her face behind her mug of hot chocolate.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
When they got to the bedroom, Leah undressed before Penelope could offer to give her some privacy. She got to watch the arch of her back as she pulled the sweater over her head, see the gentle pudge of her stomach sticking out over the band of her cotton underwear, the freckles on her legs and the red hair that covered them, fuck -
“Ooh, this looks cozy. Can I borrow it?” Leah held up a big, ratty pink sweater.
“Uh huh.” Penelope hoped she didn’t look as dazed as she sounded. Leah pulled on the sweater. It brushed the tops of her thighs and swayed against her butt as she walked over to the bathroom, and Penelope felt delicious, wet heat sinking into the space between her legs. She knew what she was thinking about the next time she pulled her beloved vibrator out of the bedside table and teased herself all over before sliding it home so it pulsed against her G-spot and buzzed against her clit at the same time - those legs.
Maybe she’d think about those legs brushing against her face as she licked her -
“Hey, honey - do you mind if I use the last of this lotion you’ve got here? It smells amazing.”
“Go ahead,” Penelope said after she cleared her throat. “I, uh, made it myself. With those crocuses I gathered the other day.”
“Mm. Nice.”
She wasn’t staring.
She was not staring at Leah as she spread the lotion between her hands, propped a leg up on the bed, and began smoothing it over her freckled skin. She was definitely not staring at the way the sweater rode up and gave her a view of that white cotton underwear -
“Uh, I should get ready for bed too I guess,” she said at last.
“Yeah,” Leah laughed, scooping up more lotion. “I’m definitely not sleeping next to you in your dirty mining clothes.”
Oh god, she probably smelled like goat and cow and chicken and sheep and clay and granite dust from the quarry. She hadn’t thought of that.
“Shit, sorry. I should probably shower.”
“I didn’t say that,” Leah said. Her smile as she capped the lotion was more sultry. “I happen to like the way you smell, you know.”
She was staring again.
At the pink bow ofLeah’s lips, at the end of her braid where it swung over her shoulder.
She was aching between her legs at the thought of running her fingers through that hair. Of sliding her fingers in somewhere else.
“Penelope?”
Leah looked both confused and amused. She’d been staring again.
“Shit, fuck, sorry, I - I’m just, like, really, really turned on right now.”
The only way to describe the smile that Leah gave her then was catlike. It was sly and full of promise and doing absolutely nothing to make Penelope less turned on.
“Oh good. I was wondering about that. Because I’m pretty turned on right now, too.”
Yes.
Leah was as slow and gentle as Penelope had imagined. Her kisses were long and sweet. Her skin was soft and warm. She liked it when Penelope sucked her nipples into hard points and when she bit down on the side of her neck - and she liked it best of all when Penelope pulled down her underwear and ran her fingers along her wet, swollen cunt.
“Yes, I want you just like that,” she murmured. No shyness here, not naked and spread out on the quilt under the winter starlight.
“Just like this?” Penelope asked, her voice barely a whisper. This all felt like a mirage that could slip away at any moment. No matter how real and slick and perfect the flesh under her fingers was.
“Yeah - now kiss me -”
No one had to tell her twice to kiss Leah.
She kissed her as she slid one finger and then another inside her. She kissed her as she rubbed the pad of her thumb in a slow, wide circle around her clit. She stopped kissing her only to make sure that that was good. (“Yeah, slow like that, slow like that is good.”) She kissed her again until the sweet pressure of Leah’s thigh between her legs was becoming too much, when she had to rock against it over and over and over because it just felt so good on her own clit. She kissed her until Leah kept saying more, more, more and all her focus had to be on fucking her with her fingers and thumbing her clit now and then, until a beautiful pink flush spread all over Leah’s skin and her eyes screwed shut with ecstasy and she came, cunt squeezing tight around Penelope’s fingers, and the sight was so beautiful that it had Penelope rubbing frantically against Leah’s thigh - and then Leah recovered enough to slide her own fingers in-between them, and it was just enough pressure, just enough friction, and Penelope felt her own clit swell and twitch and then throb with pleasure as she came, too.
Then there was time to kiss again.
Time to lick the taste of Leah from her fingers.
“You’re kind of perfect, you know,” Leah said, lying there warm and pink and satisfied beneath her. Penelope felt herself glow from the inside out. She was perfect to the woman she loved - anxieties, insecurities, spreadsheets and all
***
The day they got married was kind of perfect, too. It was nearly a year to the day since they first met in the Stardrop Saloon - a late spring day filled with drifting blossoms and the smell of fresh earth. The Community Center wasn’t rebuilt, not completely, and the cherry saplings weren’t coming in as fast as Penelope would have liked, and yields on the kale had been low so far, and one of the goats might be sick and she was behind on collecting lumber for the new coop -
But it was perfect.
It was perfect because Leah was her wife.
Because after the heartache of Marie and the soul-sucking boredom of Joja and the terrifying risk of coming to Stardew Valley - it was all worth it.
Waking the morning after to their little farmhouse and Jin meowing for more food and Leah already in the kitchen, making coffee, humming a song - it was all worth it. The kind of thing you couldn’t plan for in a spreadsheet. The kind of thing she hadn’t dared to hope for in a long time.
Penelope rose, ready to tackle the day.
#beach writes#stardew valley#leah from stardew valley#female player x leah#idk what the fandom tags are#whoops#not da
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No one bats an eye if JJ uses his phone all the time because JJ can be such a narcissistic bastard who needs to announce his presence all over the internet.
No one also will bat an eye if Yuri is on his phone all the time because Yuri fights people on his phone all the time. All the discourses he dives headfirst into, all the time he throws his phone at the wall from anger.
But everyone is always surprised when they see Otabek on the phone all the time. He rarely talks to anyone. His Instagram, while it’s not empty, but there aren’t a lot of posts either. He rarely tweets and he doesn’t post a lot of videos on youtube except for the songs he creates.
So why is Otabek always on his phone?
When they’re still new in their relationship, JJ and Yuri wondered a lot about it. They were curious because Otabek sometimes laughed—not laughed like a normal person, but a small snort he sometimes do and they found to be downright cute—over his phone.
“It’s a meme,” Otabek answers their question.
“A what?”
“Memes, on Tumblr. It’s really funny.”
“Memes,” JJ repeats. “You’re looking at memes. On Tumblr?”
Otabek blinks, “Sure, why?”
“I thought Tumblr is just a blogging website for writing and aesthetic?” At that question, Yuri and Otabek send him weird looks. “What?”
“A lot of memes are created in Tumblr,” Otabek says.
“A lot of fights are also created in Tumblr,” Yuuri adds.
“Wait, you get into fights in Tumblr?”
“Of course.” Yuri rolls his eyes at JJ’s question. “People are degenerates in Tumblr. They talk shit and someone has to do something about it.”
“You’re the problematic part of Tumblr,” Otabek concludes.
Yuri scowls at the word. “Yeah, well, whatever. What’s your username, by the way?”
They exchange usernames and JJ feels left out of the conversation. “Should I create a Tumblr too?”
“NO!” They both yelled in unison.
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Yuri’s Tumblr, IceTigerofDarkMadness (JJ thinks it’s a pretty cool username, but Otabek has this complicated expression before muttering ‘immortal’ to himself), as expected is full of posts with caps lock and angry curses.
SHUT UP YOU DEGENERATES! YOU FUCKING KNOW NOTHING ABOUT FIGURE SKATING! YOU FUCKING THINK A QUAD FUCKING FLIP IS EASY? THEN FUCKING DO IT AND I’LL FUCKING LAUGH AT YOUR BROKEN LEGS BECAUSE YOU FUCKING DESERVE IT!
YUURI KATSUKI IS NOT A FUCKING GOLD DIGGER! HE IS A GOLD MEDALLIST IN FUCKING OLYMPIC, IDIOTS! YOU’RE ALL JUST PATHETIC BEINGS WHOSE LIVES WILL NEVER EVER MEASURE UP TO YUURI KATSUKI’S ACCOMPLISHMENTS!
HOW FUCKING DARE YOU ALL TO FIGHT ABOUT JJ AND OTABEK??? YOU’RE ALL NOTHING! THEY ARE MY FUCKING BOYFRIENDS!!!
The last post has gained a long thread of people calling out Yuri as a narcissistic asshole, a troll, and a chew toy for the real Yuri Plisetsky. Seems no one believe that the blog actually belongs to Yuri. Although the description ‘ice tiger from Russia, Yuri Plisetsky, living in madness with his boyfriends Beka and JJ; I’ll fight all of you’ doesn’t look quite credible. Well, in the eyes of Tumblr at least.
Otabek’s Tumblr, however, is different universe altogether.
The three of them are lounging in the living room. Otabek sits on the carpet and his eyes are on the laptop atop the coffee table, Yuri is petting Puma Tiger Scorpion beside him, and JJ is reading a book on the couch behind them.
“You’re on Tumblr again,” Yuri notes.
JJ rises up to take a peek behind Otabek’s shoulder. “What is that?” He asks, quite confused as to why there’s a picture of a frog on a unicycle.
“Dat Boi,” Otabek answers.
“Who?”
“It’s a meme.” Otabek scrolls down, and the frog with unicycle is now lying on the road like a badly edited photoshop. “It’s very funny,” he says in indifferent tone as he clicks the button to reblog the post.
Both JJ and Yuri watches him as Otabek writes the tag,
#LMAO #ROFL #I CANT EVEN #DAT BOI FOR PRESIDENT #HE DA FUTURE #MUCH MAJESTIC
Yuri shoots a look at JJ behind Otabek, to see a mixture confusion, amazement, weirded out expression answers his. In unison, they look back at Otabek’s laptop screen; where he reblogs another cryptic picture of a SpongeBob bent over doing a bird impression.
“At least he seems happy,” JJ whispers to Yuri.
“Yeah,” Yuri replies softly.
And they can’t look away from Otabek. Eyes transfixed on their oblivious, utterly adorable, and ultimate shitposter boyfriend.
in AO3
#otabekaltinweek#otapliroy#yuri on ice#sache writes#jjotayuri#otabek altin#yoi#yuri plisetsky#jean-jacques leroy#fanfic#otabekaltinweek day 4 social media#official says Otabek use social media a lot and i'm like he must be a shitposter#q
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Hi my name is Taako Dark'ness Dementia Raven Taaco and I have long ebony black hair (that's how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like [insert fantasy celeb here] (AN: if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Fantasy Gerard Way but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm a elf so my ears are long and pointy. I have [taako hc here] skin. I'm also a wizard, and I work at a secret organization called the Bureau of Balance on the moon where I'm a reclaimer (I'm 100-something). I'm a goth (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Fantasy Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking in the quad. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of BOB employees stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
#taz#the adventure zone#taako taaco#taako#congrats with the highschool episode you get emo taako#txt
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When my backs aches: Joanna Blake (Part 9)
The next section of When my back aches. We are finally getting into why Stephen ran away in 1975. The title of this section comes from the name of Stephen’s step-mother.
This section is pretty dark, darker than the previous section, which featured content warnings for blood, guts, and gore.
WARNINGS: child abuse (references to intentionally broken bones; implications of emotional and psychological abuse; Paul says “his step-mother was hitting him”). Disassociation (Paul disassociates pretty dramatically when Pat asked if anything triggered Stephen’s running away. Bad ways to pull a person out of a dissociative state (someone snaps their fingers in front of Paul’s face)
On a lighter note, I added a line about Adam specifically for you, @beachsequence.
Story, as usual, below the cut.
“Yes, you are. Now, can we get back to what the fuck you are doing in my kitchen and what the fuck you did to me. You fucking swore you’d help me find Stephen. I. Want. Answers. And I want them right the fuck now.” Paul O’Connell, When My Back Aches: Section 8, Michael’s Rescue
“Good idea. What do you remember about him? Why did he runaway? Was there a trigger - something that caused him to runaway? Had he tried to runaway before?” Pat asked her questions rapid-fire, settling herself down at the table, and placing her phone down, screen up. Paul watched as the notifications piled across the screen, considering, his eyes glazing slightly.
May 1974
“I just can’t take it, Paul. She’s going to kill me.” Stephen was curled in Paul’s arms, sobbing into his cousin’s shoulder. They were huddled in the janitorial closet, Stephen muffling his sobs with Paul’s shirt. “She’s really going to kill me this time.” There was nothing Paul could do besides comfort his cousin, despite the cuts and bruises on most of his body. And the broken wrist. He was just glad there were no broken fingers. This time.
October 1974
“Did you see the new kid?” Stephen asked Paul, guestering with his eyes to the small, thin, red-head across the quad. Paul’s eyes flicked across, before darting back to Stephen. His cousin’s shirt was buttoned all the way up, even his cuffs.
“Hewson? Kinda hard to miss.” Paul was rather noncommittal. He watched the new student make an ass of himself in front of an even smaller, pretty, brunette.
“At least you don’t have classes with him. Be grateful of that,” Stephen grumbled.
“I have classes with Clayton, Steph,” Paul reminded him, noticing the Head Teacher motioning for the students to return to class. “Time for maths.”
December 1974
“I think I’m the only student ever who wished they had shorter winter holidays…” Stephen was saying to Paul as they crossed the quad, heading to the bus stop. They were officially on their winter holiday, and Stephen was dreading every second he wasn’t in school. She couldn’t hurt him when he wasn’t near her.
“You can stay with me; Da won’t mind.” Paul always felt that there was more that he needed to do, but he had no idea what it was.
“I can’t impose, Paul. I’ll stay in my room as much as I can. Hopefully she won’t take my violin this time.”
“If you need me, ring Da thrice, then hang up, then ring him once.” Stephen glanced at him, so he explained. “That’s Gabe’s old signal. Not sure where he got it. Da suspects something - he spent a long time with your Da last weekend. Cornered him.”
“That would explain why he gave me this, your Da.” Stephen pulled something from his pocket and showed it to Paul. “He said to push it if I ever felt I was in danger.” Paul picked up the item and looked at it, considering. It was slightly larger and thicker than a punt, and looked like a stainless steel button, but (somehow!) contained a panic button of sorts. He had an identical one in his pocket. If he ever felt that his life was in danger, he was to squeeze it as hard as he could.
“Squeeze it, Steph, as hard as you can, if you feel your life is in danger,” Paul murmured, handing it back.
“That’s exactly what he said. Squeeze, not push. Hard as I could.” Stephen pocketed the button. The kept walking, before he asked, “What does it do?”
“No idea. Da told me that the most powerful woman will come and save me.” Paul shrugged. “Though I doubt Lizzy or Marge would do that.”
May 1975
“Why do you think your cousin ran away?” The DI kept asking. He wasn’t too bad. Clearly overworked, but interested in finding Stephen.
“His step-mother was hitting him.” Was Paul’s answer. Every time.
“He probably deserved it, boys must be disciplined, after all.” His partner, on the other hand…
“If by ‘deserved it’ you mean he was breathing, then yes, he deserved it. Where’s my father?” Paul asked. “I’m not saying another word until he gets here.” The police looked pissed, but Paul’s father was eventually let in. After a few tense moments, Paul was allowed to leave with Michael O’Connell, who looked just shy of murderous.
On their way out, an officer stopped them. Paul mostly tuned him out, once he realized that, yet again, they were implying that he had something to do with Stephen’s disappearance. Michael’s voice grew louder.
“You think Paul had something to do with this. A 15-year old boy has runaway from his family, for reasons we have told your DIs, and yet you feel that you have the right to ask if my son had something to do with it? He was the one who alerted you to Stephen’s disappearance!” Paul zoned a bit, listening to his father backing him up.
A sharp snapping noise brought Paul O’Connell back to the present. He was sitting at his kitchen table, with both Pat and Mary staring at him. Mary’s hand was still extended, where she had clearly just snapped at him to get his attention.
“Back with us, Paul?” She asked. “Pat was saying that the Order may have a lead on your cousin, Stephen.”
Shaking his head, Paul turned to Pat, “A lead? Stephen ranaway in 1975.”
“This turned up last week, activated. We canvassed the scene, but didn’t find anyone.” Pat extended her hand, and in her palm was a very familiar object - it was slightly larger and thicker than a punt, and looked like a stainless steel button. Paul reached into his pocket and pulled out the one he’d carried every day since Stephen’s disappearance. He extended his hand, eyebrows raised.
#when my back aches#my writing#writing#paul o'connell#pat coyne#stephen o'connell#mary collins#content warning#disassociation#child abuse
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From buying bread to falling in love
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2i7JFLM
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Sorry I just wanted you guys to be hyped for what's about to come X3 I'll post every wendsday promise and if I don't I probably died Ok XD or I forgot ;3;. Anyway this is about how one day kuroo ate all da bread and iwazumi had to go get some but he can't find the exact brand because his bf (Kenma) only eats a certain kind and he ends up getting lost. Then someone with bootyful hair and a handsome face and pretty eyes and a rock hard chest with rippling abbs and the tightest ass and those sculpted calf's and those bulking quads and the perfect bod... Fuck I swear I'm not drooling ;3; lest just while just in case *wipes mouth* SHIT I WAS DROOLING fuck what am I even here to do??
Words: 17, Chapters: 1/100, Language: English
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, And more but ill add them later 3.3 maybee
Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, And more but im too lazy to add them 3.3
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, In a world where oikawa works in a bookstore, Iwazumi lives with daichi and kageyama, #roomaits, I love kenma XD, Kuroo is a creeeepppp, Well youll have to see what i mean later, Maybee kissing 3.3 aww fuck it alot of kissing, But that happens later, Alot later, Ima take my time with this one, Hrm 3.3 maybee smut?, Tell me if u want smut
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From buying bread to falling in love
Read this masterpiece on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2i7JFLM
by Puffykinz
Sorry I just wanted you guys to be hyped for what's about to come X3 I'll post every wendsday promise and if I don't I probably died Ok XD or I forgot ;3;. Anyway this is about how one day kuroo ate all da bread and iwazumi had to go get some but he can't find the exact brand because his bf (Kenma) only eats a certain kind and he ends up getting lost. Then someone with bootyful hair and a handsome face and pretty eyes and a rock hard chest with rippling abbs and the tightest ass and those sculpted calf's and those bulking quads and the perfect bod... Fuck I swear I'm not drooling ;3; lest just while just in case *wipes mouth* SHIT I WAS DROOLING fuck what am I even here to do??
Words: 17, Chapters: 1/100, Language: English
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, And more but ill add them later 3.3 maybee
Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, And more but im too lazy to add them 3.3
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, In a world where oikawa works in a bookstore, Iwazumi lives with daichi and kageyama, #roomaits, I love kenma XD, Kuroo is a creeeepppp, Well youll have to see what i mean later, Maybee kissing 3.3 aww fuck it alot of kissing, But that happens later, Alot later, Ima take my time with this one, Hrm 3.3 maybee smut?, Tell me if u want smut
read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2i7JFLM
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From buying bread to falling in love
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2i7JFLM
by Puffykinz
Sorry I just wanted you guys to be hyped for what's about to come X3 I'll post every wendsday promise and if I don't I probably died Ok XD or I forgot ;3;. Anyway this is about how one day kuroo ate all da bread and iwazumi had to go get some but he can't find the exact brand because his bf (Kenma) only eats a certain kind and he ends up getting lost. Then someone with bootyful hair and a handsome face and pretty eyes and a rock hard chest with rippling abbs and the tightest ass and those sculpted calf's and those bulking quads and the perfect bod... Fuck I swear I'm not drooling ;3; lest just while just in case *wipes mouth* SHIT I WAS DROOLING fuck what am I even here to do?? Shout out to genericgayanime for being awesome bruh I hope you deserve all the warmph and concert u brought me when I read ur shiz XD
Words: 17, Chapters: 1/100, Language: English
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, And more but ill add them later 3.3 maybee
Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, And more but im too lazy to add them 3.3
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, In a world where oikawa works in a bookstore, Iwazumi lives with daichi and kageyama, #roomaits, I love kenma XD, Kuroo is a creeeepppp, Well youll have to see what i mean later, Maybee kissing 3.3 aww fuck it alot of kissing, But that happens later, Alot later, Ima take my time with this one, Hrm 3.3 maybee smut?, Tell me if u want smut
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From buying bread to falling in love
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2i7JFLM
by Puffykinz
Sorry I just wanted you guys to be hyped for what's about to come X3 I'll post every wendsday promise and if I don't I probably died Ok XD or I forgot ;3;. Anyway this is about how one day kuroo ate all da bread and iwazumi had to go get some but he can't find the exact brand because his bf (Kenma) only eats a certain kind and he ends up getting lost. Then someone with bootyful hair and a handsome face and pretty eyes and a rock hard chest with rippling abbs and the tightest ass and those sculpted calf's and those bulking quads and the perfect bod... Fuck I swear I'm not drooling ;3; lest just while just in case *wipes mouth* SHIT I WAS DROOLING fuck what am I even here to do?? Shout out to genericgayanime for being awesome bruh I hope you deserve all the warmph and concert u brought me when I read ur shiz XD
Words: 17, Chapters: 1/100, Language: English
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, And more but ill add them later 3.3 maybee
Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, And more but im too lazy to add them 3.3
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, In a world where oikawa works in a bookstore, Iwazumi lives with daichi and kageyama, #roomaits, I love kenma XD, Kuroo is a creeeepppp, Well youll have to see what i mean later, Maybee kissing 3.3 aww fuck it alot of kissing, But that happens later, Alot later, Ima take my time with this one, Hrm 3.3 maybee smut?, Tell me if u want smut
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Episode #8: "The fajitas are truly guiding me" - Matt
OMG i made it to the merge. Im so happy but now let the game begin.
im so sad. dennis was such a king. and to be taken out by nick... like idek what to do with this merge. ppl i want to work with: nathan, maynor, brian, anna?, matt? idek if i wanna work with brian its just i like meeting new ppl NNN i wanna work with sharky too. but like nathan loves nick apparently. like... no ty!!! nicole... keaton? no ty! my preferred boot order is just keaton. nick. nicole. thats it idc!!! i dont wanna work with like og absolem tho bc theyre all tight without me but the other options arent good either EFKJDSAHKJ. i am waiting for redemption island twist pls and ty although my luck jaydne comes back NNn well these are initial thoughts woohoo
PHEWWWWWW I MADE MERGE BITCHES!!!!!! Honestly that tribal was so fucking cracked and all kicked off in 20 mins at the end with nick revealing he had an idol. and YEET i was so close to playing my idol as well. The fajitas are truly guiding me (even tho i am eating them tomorrow for lunch and I am very excited hehehe) Brian, myself and sharky are gonna align (tho not telling about the idol tho) so woooo lets go merge!
I hate my life. a forced self vote? no thanks. UGH TIME TO DIE!
WE FUCKING MERGED! And I got rid of Dennis. Which I do feel slightly bad about it but it was time to make a move. I playing loose this season and I'm going to see how far it takes me. I have alliances with Maynor, Brian, Nathan, Annabelle, Matt, Nick, and sort of Nicole so that puts me in a pretty good spot as long as I don't overplay and show my cards too soon. I've got to walk the line very carefully. And ngl careful is not my strong suit.
Ok now Let's rank my mergemates. 1) Brian- husband. 2) Matt- second husband. 3) Maynor- best man at my double wedding to Matt and Brian. 4) Annabelle- my fave underrated queen. 5) Nathan- I love him but check back in a few rounds ok. 6) Bryce- we barely talked but he loves Chi Chi Devayne so...I love him. 7) Nicole- ...every season needs a purple edit 8) Nick- cool kid but I'm sooo bitter about wanting him gone 3 tribals in a row 9) Keaton- who?
Well, merge is finally here and i get to reunite with Sharky. Which is great because he was my duo from the begining and now i have Keaton as my other duo.i also have Bryce as well. Nathan wants to work with keaton and I so thats good and i believe he’s tight with Annabelle so shell come along as well. Thats already 5 with me is 6. As long as none of them are targeted first vote and others are. Ill be sitting in a good spot. From here the first vote, i wouldnt mind voting out Nicole. Only one to yet to talk to me besides saying hi.
WEELLLLL!!! I merged, ladies (and lads)! I cannot believe it, but I have made it!! I think I know what my strong points are right now in my game and I just have to keep playing on them. I'm a lot stronger socially now and I want that to continue going into the merge. I have allies in every single little aspect of this game, and I want to ensure the people I'm not working with go first. So less than half of these hoes better watch their backs!
Now that I've merged and have freedom with who I want to work with, I'm definitely going to try and solidify my quad-some with Sharky, Nathan, and Annabelle as a final 4 alliance and also make sure that my other final alliances (one with Bryce, who I just met up with, and then one with Matt) also are stronger than ever before.
I usually do like cast run-downs and... idk... I haven't yet in this game, but I guess I will now going into the merge!!
Annabelle - A queent!! I absolutely love her and wish that a trio of Ariana stans (with Marie) could've gone through!! I can't wait to strengthen my bond with her and for us to slay this game together!
Bryce - I may have just met Bryce in game, but I've known him for a little bit! We have never really had a full-on conversation, but we have talked in passing and in some League games. I've talked to him for like... 30 minutes so far... and he's already a top person in this game for me. Love him!
Keaton - idk him, but he's already trash talked Marie to me... so .... bye !
Matt - I adore him... he's... an angel! I see myself working with him for a long time in this game, and I have to hope he feels the same hehe...
Maynor - eh! I like him, but we don't.... click... so if he goes home... he goes home... :S...
Nathan - LOVE HIM! He's so funny and so nice and he says we have a final 2, but girl... if we get to final 2 together it's by sheer luck because I shoreeee as hell know he's going hard or going home.... and I'm not playing that same balls to the walls type of game!
Nick - LOL OK??? Idols replace social play and gameplay ig!!!
Nicole - I just wish she was more active because I'd love to really put all my trust in her, but I don't really ever talk to her!
Sharky - ANGEELLLL!!! Das my game hubby... I adore him so much... I really thought I was going to go into this game wanting to fuck him up with a lawn mower, but here I am putting all my eggs into his basket and trusting him completely... I hope I'm making the right decision! I know he's a big threat, but I just lahva him a lot! Ugh..
This challenge is very interesting. Im just hoping that I somehow get enough points to get the high amount. Immunity would be great. Still working out who i could work with and who i would target. I know for sure that im going to be with Keaton and Sharky. Still dont know about the others yet.
I do not want this immunity. There's like weird touchy subjects vibes. If I win it means a lot of people wanted me to get immunity so I'm well liked which will translate to "Threat". I told the jock destroyers to give me negative items. So hopefully if my other allies give me positive scores it will even out to a smooth 0 and I can stay relatively under the radar.
So I went idol hunting and I got closer than I had ever gotten before. I could just tell. So I gave Brian the info and told him where I went wrong. And he didn't find the idol but he DID find a steal a vote advantage! So Brian and I are getting a nice little tool belt around our waists. Now we just need to get all these people to do what we want.
Everyone is being really quiet. But thats okay because this gives Maynor and I a great opportunity to strategize. To my surprise he threw out Nicole's name! Which is great. It might be too soon to go for her because I've been talking Dinah strong for a few rounds now (even though I voted Dennis out). But it's still good to know that she's on his radar. Now the goal is just to set up a F5 alliance that Brian and I can ride to F6. Maynor and I still have The Scream Team alliance and I'm loyal to that. So if I can move forward with Maynor and Brian then I can just fill in the others as we go.
Okay SWIFT UPDATE. Maynor brought up Matt's name and I was basically like "Um...I don't want to do that" and then discovered that he doesn't think Nicole has his back at all. Which would undermine any Dinah strong stuff. And I'm not going to stick my neck out to save her over a vote on my side for a few more rounds. Especially if she might flip anyway. Hmm…
Now I'm getting a chance to talk game with Anna! This night is really picking up. Unfortunately she seems to have some animosity towards Matt. Why does everyone hate Matt? I think he's bloody awesome! Oh well. She also isn't a fan of Nicole or Keaton so I can direct her target that way for a few votes and for now we seem to be on the same page minus the Matt thing.
Sharky and I are still up at midnight. We came up with a tribal vote plan which is awesome. The target tonight is going to be Nicole. I feel like shes a threat and needs to go. Sharky and I created an ideal final 5 which is me, Sharky, Brian, Matt, amd Bryce. My side alliance is Keaton and Nathan. On the outs is Nick, Annabelle, and Nicole. We are saying that Keaton said Nicole’s name and that Nicole said Keaton’s name. But main targetbis Nicole. Hopefully this plan works and Nicole goes tonight.
Things are falling into place baby! So Maynor wants Nicole/Keaton/Matt out. He thinks he can get Bryce on board. Annabelle also wants Nicole/Keaton/Matt out. I know from The Jock Destroyers Alliance that she (and I) have Nathan's vote. Anna also says she wants to work with Bryce. And Bryce told her that he feels close to Maynor. (I'm realizing Bryce is a HUGE social threat and I'm not going to be able to keep him around for too long but for now he's a number on my side.) Now, both Maynor and Annabelle also love Brian. They both also know I can bring Nick to the table because Nick trusts me. So right now I perfectly situated in the middle of a 7 person voting block. Am I a mastermind?
CLASSIC ANNABELLE. I set up this whole majority situation and told her to choose Keaton or Nicole and we can make it happen. BUT SHE WON'T CHOOSE. I love her but she always does this. She's so about being quiet that she refuses to ever make a move. Last time we played together she said I was a bully and never asked her what she wanted. Now I'm trying to be a better ally and listen to her moves AND SHE WON'T MAKE ANY. So frustrating.
Having Keatons name out was good cuz now he wants to target Nicole because she is the other name thats been thrown out. My alliance of mkn is helping get the votes for Nicole which is great.
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so the names thrown out are keaton or nicole and its looking like nicole is gonna go bc ppl think shes a better player bc she gets far in tumblr games which like i guess is tea but its just sad that meta has a factor :( esp when shes like irrel in this game noah fence KJFADSHKFJAS. and like maynor prob has f2 with keaton.. but idc i guess she ghosts me all the time so w/e. im just hoping next round we can get like someone whos actually a threat out.
I WON IMMUNITY which means I made single digits! I'm so happy with myself... I didn't really do much to deserve it, but I'm so happy I won because it means I can be a little more ballsy this round with throwing out names and whatever!
I'm thinking of voting Keaton out as a sort of revenge for Marie, but Nicole's name is out there, too, and I just really want to make the right move to launch my game into the next round in an even better spot! I feel like the top of the world right now, and I want to keep that high. The immunity challenge showed that even though I think I'm a fucking mess, I'm doing well enough socially.
As for that, I want to quickly add in that I love all my allies so much. Sharky just helped me find a vote steal power which will be so useful for the long run of this game, and I cannot wait to use it to hopefully slay. Nathan and Annabelle are angels and are also really nice for me to bounce ideas off of. Bryce is just amazing to talk to and I really see him in my longterm plan. Matt's another person I see in my longterm plan. Ideally, this is probably my top 6... and I've since grown closer to Nick and we are working together "for the sake of Sharky", but I think he's more-so a side piece for me in this game!
So....I’m pretty certain I’m leaving because nobody wants to talk of anything of substance with me. It’s hard because I know I deserve to go, I haven’t been in a place mentally to give everything I need to, to this game. But that doesn’t mean I want to leave. It’s just hard, Dennis was my number one ally and now that he is gone it’s gonna be hard to reform my trust and alliances with everyone. Oof. It’s alright. Hoping that someone can use me as a vote about now but, don’t think that’s a possibility.
So I am keeping VERY quiet about my disadvantage, as I don't want anyone to know about it and jump on a bandwagon to use it against me! Like no thanks I'll pass. It looks like it'll either be Keaton or Nicole, would much rather it be Anna but she's immune smh. As long as my name ain't mentioned I'll be Gucci I hope. REEEE
Now that everyone is awake it's time to put in some work to execute the plan Anna/Maynor/myself made last night. We need to get everyone on board with voting Nicole. But I also need to make sure Nicole feels safe just in case she has an idol. I'm going to talk to Matt and Nick. As long as they vote Nicole we should be solid. I'm also going to start an alliance chat with the OG Dinah members so that we can talk about strategy and make sure Nicole feels safe with us. Then as long as everyone is telling the truth (cause no one ever lies in Survivor) it'll all be good.
Can i say that Sharky making a fake alliance chat with Nicole when we are planning on voting her out is very cold blooded. Like honesty doing it to try and throw off her scent of the vote is perfect.
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I’m so glad sharky seems to be much more transparent with me. I’m really excited to see how this goes tbh I feel like we’d make a good pair. We be played together before and I thought he would be made at me for like wanting him out in canadienne but yeah I’m excited for merge!
Okay the alliances just keep piling up. It's definitely going to cause an issue later on. But for now it's good. And the newest one, The FB Bois, is one I actually do plan on staying loyal too. I really trust Matt and Brian. I like them both a lot and I want to work with them. Hopefully they feel the same. F4 with Brian, Matt, Maynor is my goal.
We are coming close to tribal. Its nerve wracking cuz it looks like nicole hasnt scrambled so she might have an idol. Im going to see if my side alliance would vote for Matt (keaton and nathan). Just in case there is an idol played. But as far it looks like Nicole is going.
For once my name hasnt been a top priority! its crazy... I really dont know what to do about it but im loving it so much... lets just wait though until I get out in about 30 mins...
Nicole is voted out 6-3-1.
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All In the Name
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
I simply can. not. with death metal. Like, I can’t with it. Just so much noise.
But whatever whatever whatever something about genres so I had a change of perspective on my view of death metal and now it’s just straight comedy to me.
The whole shift in my perspective started when I saw a post on a Quad City musicians Facebook thing looking for a drummer:
Oh nooooooo! I fucked it up! It was at 666 views and then my idiot looking fucked it up!
Uh, sorry not even remotely sorry.
The video is literally the cast of Legend if they just gave up. No, but seriously, it’s fun.
I have always wanted to play the drum set, but, not like to the point where I would actually take the time to sit down and learn.
“Oh but can you play the steel drums very shittily as long as the notes are written in the indents?”
Yeah, kinda!
Anyway, check out that band seriously on Facebook, I’m unable to fully deal.
After going next to the Fataligest page I stumbled across the event page for ‘Trick or Troll III’. Here’s the graphic again:
I’d like to draw your attention to a few spots of interest if I may:
Necro Cannibal Ass Grinder??? Yes.
Bill Nye da Nazi Spy??? Wut?
Oily Anal Discharge??? Hey, wait a minute...
Anyway, bottom line? I thought Gay Witch Abortion was the best band name ever conceived. I feel like a whole new world is about to reveal itself!
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