sometimes i forget that phrases I've taken to saying aren't from any media and are just things real people in my life have said to me or within earshot of me, and if i try to reference those phrases its not going to make sense to anybody except me

Otoya Eita x Forced Proximity

Peanut’s Wheel of Fortune Event

Cw: Otoya is a cw on its own, slight nsfw themes but no actual smut so 16+(voyeurism), suggestive, Otoya is taller than the reader, Yukimiya having a girl crush, gn!reader, 1,5 k words

Plot: You didn’t expect to get stuck in a closet with Otoya, and having to listen your friend getting handsy with his crush…

Event Masterlist

Otoya has been annoying you for a date since you started college. 

You had a couple of classes together, and even if you did not click with him right away, you and Yukimiya (one of his closest high school friends he went to college with) vibed very well. Unfortunately in your second year, you and Kenyu had fewer classes together, and instead you had to spend almost every day with Otoya Eita. And even worse he took it as a sign from god that he has a chance with you.

At first, you were absolutely not interested in any interactions with him, as he constantly tried to use the most obnoxious pickup lines on you. As time went on and you were forced into the same places together, you found out that he could actually be quite funny too. Even better, he was an amazing gossip buddy - you could always count on him to have the spiciest pieces of information on campus, and you tried not to be any worse. After a while, you could say that you kind of considered him a friend, just a very… flirty one. 

Because you ended up in a similar group of friends, you were also going to parties together. 

For the past months with Eita you’ve been trying to get Kenyu together with this girl from his English literature classes, that he would never admit that he had a crush on. To be honest he never asked you for help, even more, he even told you specifically to „stay away and not try to stir anything” but both you and Otoya were not the type to listen to his suggestions. Like, what could be wrong? If he couldn’t get together with her till now, maybe he just needs a little help? What are friends for?

And you really tried to be the best wingmen he could think of. “Accidentally” asking him to go to places she was in, always ordering coffee from the cafe she worked at, especially during her shifts, invite her on their matches… nothing worked. Yukimiya was just so dense.

This time again, nothing went as planned. It was a Friday night and you went to this huge party thrown in a building looking like a villa. The vibe seemed good, and most importantly: The Crush was also there. But something just felt off.

First of all, Yukimiya for the first time ever was drinking. At the beginning seeing him with a red plastic cup made you and Eita send each other knowing glances. It was very suspicious, especially since Kenyu always joked that he is a „sober friend” who takes care of everyone. He was, in fact, a mom friend at his finest. 

You started to look around if maybe the Pretty Literature Girl is somewhere around, and she was indeed talking to some basketball jock in the corner of the room. You could almost hear her giggling from across the room. Otoya was fast to keep up and after exchanging some secret hand gestures, he came over to Kenyu. 

„You know, for me, it feels like tonight is the night” he said and patted his friend. „You should talk to her, as you are already a little tipsy”

„I'm not tipsy” Kenyu said defensively and looked in the direction of his crush. „I don’t think there's a point.” You fast step up to the conversation, and put an arm around your tall friend. 

„Look you will never know if you won't try! Maybe she just tries to make you jealous?”

In an answer, Yukimiya only sighed and drank all of the remaining alcohol in his cup in one sip. Seeing him so gloomy made you wonder if maybe this is the type of drunk he is going to be. You felt a hand on your arm and after looking around, you saw Otoya suggesting you to go upstairs to retrieve. It was very loud in the dancing area, so without trying to yell over the music, you left your sad friend and left with a white-haired up the stairs. 

It was a big house, and you had no idea who it belonged to (Maybe Reo, the rich kid?) but the upper area was full of doors. It was still quite loud in the corridor, so Otoya opened the door to, what looked like, one of the bedrooms. You followed him there and closed the door. 

„I don't think our plan will work today” you said and sighed. „Yukimiya looks like he will start crying and talking about his childhood traumas any moment, I’m actually kind of scared of what will happen if he keeps drinking”

„Yeah, it’s really not looking good for him” Otoya nodded. „I'm pretty sure he is also more drunk than us, which is an entirely different kind of issue. I don’t think I ever saw him drinking.”

You were about to answer, when you heard a familiar voice coming from outside the door. Was it…. Kenyu’s crush? You looked at Otoya in panic, and without thinking he grabbed your hand and pulled you inside the spacious closet in the room. 

Well, it looked spacious from the outside, when the two of you fit inside, you could feel Otoya’s entire body hugging your back. 

„Move!” You whispered to him, feeling a weird tingling in your stomach from the sudden closeness. He leaned closer to your ear and his breath was tickling your neck. 

„I can’t. Just wait, maybe they won’t…” and then you heard the door to the bedroom open and close. 

„I thought you’ll never talk to me tonight” you two heard the girl. 

„Well you looked really busy with that guy…” you couldn’t believe when you recognised familiar voice. 

„Mmmm, Kenyu, are you jealous?” She purred teasingly, in a way that even you blushed. 

„Maybe” you heard your friend teasing her back. You didn’t have to see anything to know the tension between this two was very high. The girl giggled, and you could hear a sound of a kiss. Your body tensed up. 

„You know I’m yours” she said so quietly you could barely hear. You felt Otoya’s hand touching your waist and you tried to turn your head to him without making any sound. „Are they…” you whispered as quietly as you could when the sound going from outside of the closet answered your question: there was a heavy making-out session going on right outside the closet door. 

You thought you could not get more uncomfortable until you heard the girl moaning your friend’s name. What made the situation even worse is that not only you were stuck to listen to your friend getting all steamy with his crush, but you also could feel Otoya’s getting more and more aroused, as you assumed feeling a sudden pressure around your ass. 

„I’m sorry” you heard him whimper in your ear, which sent a shiver down your spine. You heard another loud moan and Yukimiya’s groans, as you assume he was kissing her neck. Well, you couldn’t really be mad at Eita right now. You turned to look at him to say something, but as your faces were so close to each other you could feel his nose brushing your cheek, you heard a sudden noise of an opening door. 

„Oooh fuck!” You heard some male voice from outside. „Sorry, I was looking for a bathroom…” 

The sudden noise made you jump and for a split second, you could feel Otoya’s lips on yours, before you turned back to face the door. From the sound of it you felt like Yukimiya and his situationship decided to stop after the sudden entrance. The door closed again and you heard Kenyu clearing his throat. 

„How about we get out of here?” He suggested. „I will just text my friends I’m too drunk and that I ordered the taxi home…” The girl giggled. 

„I don't know why you won't just tell them that we are dating” she answered. You heard Yukimiya sigh and with your imagination you knew he was massaging his temples with annoyance. „They are just so noisy and dramatic… I will tell them, one day” 

After that, the only sound going out of the room was the door opening and closing. You waited a couple of seconds, to be sure they wouldn't be coming back, and then you opened the door and walked out of the closet. 

There was an awkward silence between you two, as you felt too embarrassed to address what would have happened if both you and Yukimiya hadn’t been interrupted. 

Otoya cleared his throat. 

„I cannot believe he was keeping it a secret saying we are annoying” You smirked with relief after this comment. 

„I cannot believe Yukimiya almost hooked up with someone at a party… without closing the door.”

The atmosphere felt a little less tense. 

„I think we should leave this room before someone will think that we are here for…” you didn’t end the sentence, a little embarrassed. You saw Eita blushing before he looked away.

„Yeah right. Wouldn’t want to be cockblocked like that…” As you put your hand on the doorknob, you felt Otoya standing right behind you, as he put his forearm on the door right above your head. 

„We would at least close the door on a lock, right?” He said right to your ear.

You stood there for a second, feeling your heart speeding up to a dangerous pace. Your face felt hot when you turned the lock on the door. 

„…Right”

Bonus

heyyy how are you ? i must say i’ve immersed myself in your blog for a couple of days now and i really enjoy it! would i be able to request some kitana headcannons with fem reader ( in a relationship), no specific idea for them just free style i gues 😭 thanks <3

Omg, that sounds so cute, I'd love too.

The Princess and I

Kitana x Fem!reader

Tags: MK1, MK AU, FxF, Fluff, SFW, Afab reader C/w: Pet names, mentions of war, mentions of sex,

The Princess does not remember how she met you. Maybe you were a member of the royal house, an Earthrealm champion, or maybe you were even a soldier from Shao's army. All she knows is that she has met and she is happy that she did.

You are a major light in her life in these dark times. The ongoing war with Shao coupled with Mileena's affliction as well as inheriting the throne after their mother's death has been nerve-wracking for her to say the least. You have been able to supply her with an unimaginable amount of relief.

She never fails to tell you how much she means to you and how much you mean to her. Her love language is a mix of the three (physical touch, words of affirmation, and quality time) she expresses this through daily words of affirmation, just being next to you, and gestures such as sending you expensive gifts, or just holding your hand as well as a few other...services (sex...I'm talking about sex).

Whenever you are not at war, you two are together in court. She sometimes sends a slight smile your way whenever she sits next to her sister. When she isn't on the throne she is no doubt with you.

She likes to call you pet names such as dove, beloved, or even princess. She likes it whenever you call the pet names too, except kitty...never call her kitty. Johnny did and that didn't end well.

Though she might be out at war often, you are not far from her thoughts. You are one of the things that keep her going even in her darkest hours. The idea of coming to you, her sister, and her father, all these things brings a smile to her face.

She sends you letters often, she tells you her adventures out on the battlefield, all the people she has faced, all the people she has lost along the way. Of course, she also likes it whenever you send her letters back. She loves it when you talk about yourself, it takes her away from the violent world around her and helps her escape into your fantasies. She loves it when you talk about the most mundane things. What you ate today, what your hair looks like, who you spoke to. She wants to hear all about it.

When she finally comes home, Mileena no doubt throws a major banquet or festival to celebrate her sister's return. You run into her eyes upon the first sight of her, and she will gladly take you into her arms, pick you up, and spin you around. Kitana can't seem to stay too far away from you and for you, it's quite the same. You talk, kiss, cuddle just anything you can think of. You don't even need to do much speaking or physical contact, being near you is enough for her.

If you ever ask to join the army, the chance is likely that she'll refuse. She has already lost friends and family because of this war, how could she possibly risk losing you too? Could she even handle it? "Shao has taken almost everything from me, I won't let him take you as well."

Chapter 2

Monika POV

After walking out, I step inside the Street Women Fighter set. Looking around the room, I hear everyone cheering me on and just smile. Then I heard our iconic PROUDMON song and started to do our famous dance. Everyone starts to cheer even louder. Eventually, I go and sit down in the judges' chair, and the other judges are revealed. After Mike and Shownu step on, we start to move on to the actual competition. I start to slowly gaze around the room to see the difference in the crews, only to be stuck on one specific pair of gorgeous eyes.

It almost feels like time stops for a second, as chic as that sounds. I start to analyze everything about her eyes. The light green mixture of Christmas ornaments. I then look further down and stare at every aspect of her. She is fucking gorgeous. The most beautiful women I've ever seen. But once I look back at her eyes, I notice she is already staring at me with a dangerous gaze. Her eyes dont have an innocent glow. She is staring at me like she has other intents. Her eyes dont resemble precious ornaments, and no, they are full of wonder. She has more of a furious approach. They remind me of a deadly river.

I eventually break eye contact when Daniel starts speaking about the first part of the competition. I guess we are about to begin with the no-respect battles, so everyone is told to take a break to change their clothes.i can still feel her stare burning into me. And she isn't trying to be shy about it. Almost like she wants me to know, or maybe I'm just overthinking it. I've had to pee for a while, so this is the perfect time to use the bathroom. I make my way to the bathroom it took me a moment with these stupid oversized heels. I lot of complaints have been happening about bruising so they are starting to make our shoes fucking huge it seems. I step into the bathroom, cursing at this skirt that won't come off.

I stop for a moment when I hear someone coming inside the restroom as well. Then, I continue to pull this skin-tight ass skirt off my body. I finally pull it off and use the bathroom. After I'm done, I go through hell and back to get the skirt back on. It looks easy, but it's a difficult task. I walk out the bathroom and go to wash my hands and start humming to myself. I almost forgot there was another person in here until. Someone grabbed my shoulder. "Holy, shit," I said as I turned around only to see the familiar black women. I couldn't keep my eyes off off. She smiles at me, I notice her dimples and smiley piercing.

I realize I'm staring when she starts laughing. "Earth to Monika. I've been trying to get your attention for a couple of minutes. I'm pretty sure my face can't be that interesting. " She familiar stranger says while looks at me with her big beautiful eyes. "Oo, I'm sorry it's just you kinda scared me, so it took a moment," i say while laughing along with her. Then I take notice of her language, she is speaking korean. "You're from Jam Republic, right? I didn't know any of you could speak Korean. " I said while waiting for her response, her voice is amazing, by the way. She seems so lively but intriguing. "Yea, I was kinda raised her to be honest, oo, and I'm Ashley, by the way. I don't know. I'd judges have to look at everyone single profile, but I don't expect you to remember names. So I'd thought I save you the trouble." She says, seeming very excited to meet me. So, I respond with enthusiasm. "I'm Monika. Nice to meet you, Ashley", before I could speak further, she cut me off.

"I know who you are, i mean, i feel like i have to. You're our judge, so i had to check out your skills before anyone else. I came to say i hi and possibly get to know you. And i know what you're gonna say. This is a competition, and you can't really speak to me. I understand that, but i know how to separate wpkr from my social life. Plus, you're allowed to have friends, right?" She says while looking at me with a look I can't quite describe. Though I don't know her intentions, she could be using this as a way for a vote. "First of all, you called me what now?" She looks back at me and then at the ceiling. "Monika, or is that not your name, Ms. Shin. " She smirks while waiting for a comeback, though while any other time I could do it, my heart felt stuck.

She is flirting with me. I have to watch out for her. "Of course, I know what my name is, sweetheart, but in Korea, I'm pretty sure you know it doesn't work like that, don't you?" She looks at me smiling before her gaze goes further down my body. "Wow, you're a bold one, aren't you? This is a competition, I don't think it would be best for us to get to know each other right now. And by that look in your eye, I can tell you want to do a lot more then sit in talk. I'm way too old for you sweetie". I tell her, trying to keep a straight face. It's hard, though. It looks like she wants to devour me right here right now. But someone has to be the mature one here.

Ashley's POV

I stare at her, biting my lips again. It should be a fucking crime to look this good in a skirt. It's like she isn't aware of how amazing she looks right now. "I do want to talk, among other things. If it makes you feel better, we can start off by talking and working our way into more details later on. " I said while watching her reaction. Ive already come to terms with easy I want, she just doesn't know it yet. "Age means nothing. I mean, what's a 15-year age gap when we both know what we want? " She tries to speak before I cut her off again and move closer. "I'm aware of what I want, and you should know I always get what I want. I'll play your little game, though it seems fun. Be ready, sweetie. Seems i found a much better prize now, haven't I unnie?" She just stressed at me shocked.

"Well, see you back on there. Make sure to really keep your eyes on me, you know. It's always good to watch the real important people and who could be more important than me unnie?" I tell her while looking at her with faux innocence. "I can't wait to have fun with you, unnie. Bye-bye.

(I know this is shorter, but it's like 5 a.m., and I just woke up and remembered I fell asleep while writing this last night. So I'm sorry, guys, but I hope you like it)

I'm sorry for the late update. yall, I did finish it, but my dumbass is just now realizing I saved it to my drafts instead of posting it

Hey friends, mutuals and other fellow writers who are feeling down. Can I level with you for a second? Y'all deserve real and that's what I want to give you here.

Is this going to be an encouragement post? That's the intent. But I don't want it to be the usual affirmation. That's good and it's needed dgmw. But sometimes when you get into a funk about writing you don't want the usual affirmation and encouragement. So I'm going to just give you off-the-cuff and be as real as I can.

Sometimes...writing sucks. Both the act and the final piece. Same is true of any art form, I think: there's just times you'll churn out something that you end up hating or seeing nothing but flaws in what you've made. There's times where just the act of writing is the most awful feeling of an uphill climb, of forcing something that doesn't want to cooperate no matter how much effort you put into it. And there's also going to be time these things overlap or one begets the other.

And that also sucks. In your medium of choice (and yes, writing is an artistic medium, don't bother trying to fight me on that, I don't care how school may have conditioned you to regard it as a mechanical thing, it's art) one of the lowest, most awful and discouraging things is feeling like you're not good enough or skilled enough to hold the implement in your hands and create.

In tandem to that feeling come those thoughts. You know the ones. Every whisper of doubt, of questioning why you're doing this, of asking what the point is, of thinking that even if you make it that there's no point in sharing because someone, somewhere, is going to judge you for daring to put it out there (and more often than not that someone is lurking inside you, in that shadowy, gut-churning lake of self-doubt.)

So, why keep bothering then? What's the point?

I ask myself this semi-frequently. Sometimes there's nothing to spur the questions, sometimes it's a direct reaction to feeling like the few people I really want to read something I wrote just don't care or interact with it. It happens, and I hate it. I cannot stress enough how much I hate that doubt, as well as the worry I'm being childish for wanting interaction.

So why keep writing?

Well, if I've not lost you by now, hopefully what I have to say next won't completely make you scoff and scroll past.

Hope.

Well, hope and a time capsule effect, really.

The thing about hope is we often think of it as a sweet, almost passive and gentle thing, the act of lighting a little candle in a dark room. And hope can be that way; hope and compassion in tandem certainly are evocative of the sweet, kindly image.

But hope is also a very defiant act, and it can be downright aggressive. I don't really like talking about some of the crap I've lived through but here's the skinny on why I'm bringing this up:

Some time ago I found a disc with some very old files on it...including the PDF of all the chapters of a Teen Titans fanfic I was writing when I was 14. I'd started writing fic when I was around 11 or 12, but typically only shared them with a friend from school. At one point I felt bold enough to post a couple fics on FFNet, including that one. Looking over this old PDF, I didn't realize at first that it was mine, my writing was so drastically different to what it's since become. It took a specific couple of moments in the fic as I was reading for me to finally realize "wait, I wrote this!"

And you wanna hear something really wild? It was good! Not at all how I write now, not at all as well-researched as I would be today, but the writing was good, especially when you took into account I was 14 years old and didn't even have regular access to watching the show.

It was also unfinished.

Remember I mentioned a time capsule effect? Where it took me a long time to realize I was reading my own old fic I'd long since taken down, the understanding of why I had removed it and it was unfinished was immediate. Remember that friend I mentioned? Yeah. She was the reason. I'm not going to get into the messy details but suffice it to say that her behavior and treatment of me became abusive at one point and part of the way she kept control of me was to tear down my writing. Constantly. Not even just in online spaces but to my face. Someone who I'd been sharing my stories with for years, so of course I already trusted her judgment. It was a given, no matter how deeply she cut me.

I stopped writing for five years. Every time I tried, that voice of doubt sounded just like her. Dozens of WIPs, of lost ideas, ended up trashed and destroyed. I couldn't write worth shit, so what was the point, you know?

The day I sat down and had a fic idea at 19 years old, I need you to understand I'd not seen that person for a year...and I was still terrified to try and asking what the point even was. Every keystroke, every paragraph of that first chapter, the cutting reminder that I shouldn't even be bothering to try and I couldn't write worth a damn and nobody wanted to read my obviously stupid story anyway was right there, peeking over my shoulder and hissing at me in the dual voice of my own sullenness and her venom.

Writing the first chapter of that fanfic, and then the second, and posting them, I was wracked with anxiety, doubt, self-loathing, a sense of defeat and a deep sense of guilt. Several times I wanted to stop, and almost did.

But like I said, the hope that maybe, maybe, maybe that person and I and that dual voice were all wrong about my writing...that hope was defiant and aggressive. I was working on chapter 3, when I started to think of myself as a bulldog with a steak locked in its jaws that it refused to give up. (I only recently explained this to a friend who started writing and asked me how the heck I could keep at it.) Bulldog visual. Somewhere deep down on some level I couldn't quite tap into in my conscious thought, I did not want to let this steak go.

I posted chapter 3. And a small miracle happened: someone commented. That someone went on to become a dear friend. But it was like floodgates had opened. I gradually got more readers and commenters. Not many, maybe four regular readers total, and not all at once, but across them I started hearing something that, to me at that time, felt like a foreign sentiment. My writing was...good? People thought it was good. They liked it.

Little by little that bulldog gained ground. I kept writing. Not just that fic but I began writing others, and doing more experimental ideas with my writing. Readers came and went but the regulars who stuck around and even some of those who were only around for a while reaffirmed that my writing was good and/or that they enjoyed reading my stories. It still felt strange to hear that, even as much as I tried my best to soak in every compliment and kind word.

If that old Teen Titans unfinished fic PDF is a time capsule of a brighter, more innocent hope that got crushed, when I look at the fic that I started writing at 19 and everything that came after it for a while, I see a different time capsule. A rougher, more defiant hope full of tears and anxiety and doubt and guilt. I look at that fic and several others surrounding it and I'll again be real: I wince at a lot of it. The pacing, some of the plot choices I made, the lack of explanation I gave for some things. It's not a bad fic at all, especially for someone who hadn't written for five solid years and didn't think they could again. Still, I wince all the same because I know more now, I've improved a ton, circumstances have changed and the flaws in all my fics from about ages 19 to 25 are painfully glaring. But that person had hope and was clawing their way back. Little bulldog was gaining ground and not giving up that steak. Heck, not giving up several steaks. A lot of my readership by my mid-to-late 20s had begun to tell me that my writing wasn't just good and entertaining, it had some quality to it they looked forward to, something that even in the shortest and most self-indulgent pieces shone through and hooked them. It didn't just make me happy, it also made many others happy, and many, many of the people who stuck with me since I was 19 (and are still with me now) have talked with me about how much they've watched my writing grow over the years, through everything I've both posted or shared in private. Even the ones I've been reluctant to share or feel are bad.

So, now that I've wrapped up that bit and tucked away the mirror, where does that leave this post?

Usually, when we get in these writing slumps, there's probably external factors, sure. But I think I know pretty well it's that inner voice, the one that can be as ugly as it can sound reasonable, that will really look for a way to justify not wanting to write. Sometimes it's not even a completely cruel or self-harming thought process; often when we find ourselves frustrated or constantly dissatisfied with our work, it's because we're starting a new stage of artistic growth. Something in that artistic part of us is undergoing change, metamorphosis, in our approach to what we make, and if we cannot pinpoint what it is—be it certain techniques, use of devices, or even stylistic approach—it becomes easier to want to give up. Because those pieces we create in the "in-between" stages feel flawed or pointless or wrong somehow, and there is a sense of shame in wanting to share or feel proud of them.

I'm not going to tell you what you should or shouldn't do. What we all need is different from person to person, and I'm not going to force you to parade writing you feel embarrassed about or ashamed by. I'm also not going to sit here and say any empty assurances that it's just doubt and you'll get through it, because I know what it feels like to be so deeply devoured by the sense of wanting to give up. What I am going to do is recommend you keep all those pieces, even if it's just to yourself. They're little time capsules, little facets of you at different periods in time. They're different things you're feeling, experiencing, thinking, all sown into innocuous little fragments of writing. I see and remember aspects of my past selves I'd long forgotten more clearly in a ficlet than I do in some photos my family took. Sometimes they're hidden little gems I learn from, eeeeeven if they occasionally make me wince.

And also yeah. Don't give up the hope that you are improving, that your writing has meaning, that you're connecting with others who enjoy what you make, that your growth is being tracked by people who can see it much clearer than you can and appreciate and encourage it. There is value. Don't give up on seeing that all your writing has value, all of it. Don't give up that hope. But don't think of it as a passive, gentle little thing that flickers here and there in the dark moments.

It's defiance, like that bulldog.

Since Sonic Frontiers' character arcs focus on change, it made me realize that Sonic's still the same for the most part. (And Eggman by extension)

Of course they both have a better understanding of the people they surround themselves with, but they're still sticking to the routine they've always had. Eggman's still trying to take over the world. Sonic's always there to stop him. It's just now, Eggman has a new ally, and Sonic's friends are finding their own paths. I'm gonna talk about how (almost) everyone's changing and how I think they'll go about it! Honestly spoilers maybe for the end of Frontiers.

Amy wants to travel the world to share her love with everyone. (? I didn't fully understand what she wants to do. If someone could elaborate on this it'd help a lot)

Knuckles wants a break from protecting the Master Emerald.

And Tails wants to finally step out of Sonic's shadow.

Since I don't understand Amy's development I won't talk about her...

For Knuckles, this might be a pretty obscure idea but. I think breaking the Master Emerald again is the best way to get that long-deserved break. He could entrust these shards with his friends, and a few for himself. Not going to say who would be trusted with this specifically cuz that's the fun part.

It would minimize how much he actually has to watch over while still (sort of) keeping him on the job. He's just found a smart way to go about it, is all. Since I imagine that in shard form, they basically serve no purpose. A world-wide scavenger hunt that would be too tedious.

Now I know that Angel Island would basically plummet back into the ocean without the Master Emerald, so it'd take a SERIOUS amount of planning. Tails could definitely help out with this to make sure it all goes without a hitch. If Knuckles is worried about where they are, just a visit to his friends could remove those concerns. I think it'd strengthen the bond of whoever he trusts since he doesn't audibly say how much he cares about those that are close to him. Anyways, I have no clue what Knuckles would actually do now that he has a bit more free will. Other than see the world of course.

For Tails, once Angel Island is back on the sea, I think he'll try to invent things for the public, seeing as how their technology is extremely limited after the events of Frontiers & Forces. Maybe try to replicate something similar to what the ancients had going on, but with a far more practical purpose. Making easier ways for everyone to get around and protect themselves. Would definitely be a big hand in larger projects and a guest speaker at like engineering classes. He'd be a hero in his own way. I don't know how long he'd be doing this, since he said he wants to be unrecognizable when he and Sonic meet again.

Considering he's like. A tween? (11?? 12??) It could be a couple of years. I REALLY doubt we'll actually see this in canon but. Tails is more than likely to be 15 or older when they meet again.

Tails and Eggman might end up being rivals in whose inventions are used in more practical situations, but Tails is far more public about what's in his creations unlike Eggman. It's just the fact that people don't understand Tails' mind.

For Sonic, I actually don't know what his next steps would be outside of the endless loop that is stopping Eggmans plans. Not having his friends around as much (close to never) anymore would definitely be a solitude that hurts. But he wants to respect the choices they've made, so almost all of the encounters/run-ins he might get with them are up to chance. Maybe he'll see Tails on TV on a brief run, being interviewed on his inventions. He wouldn't want to look or listen too hard, or the surprise would be ruined. Maybe Knuckles got lost, and when Sonic tries to help out, now they're both lost because of how much the cities have changed. Would add something for Amy, but again, I don't fully understand her arc!

Being alone without his friends would definitely remind him of his childhood. He'd start reminiscing, making him awfully bittersweet about it all. It's selfish to think this way, he knows this. But when was the last time he'd been alone for so long? After all of that talk about how he'd handle himself just fine, the silence has never been louder. He'd definitely struggle to interact with people after a certain point, especially his friends. All of the change is draining, with Eggman and possibly some other things/people being his only remaining constants that he's unintentionally clinging onto.

Anyways again, if anyone understood Amy's arc PLEASE tell me. I genuinely want to understand her development in Frontiers so bad.

If I may ask another, Romeo et Juliette?

A musical that I have a very, very complex relationship with.

It was one of my first French musicals -- not one of my favorites (I have ALWAYS been an Atia and Chouet girl), but one of my first. Good music, Aimer was one of my eternal, lovestruck romantic songs from my teen years, the OTP song to end all OTP songs; Verona was one of my favorite musical songs (once an Escalus fucker, always an Escalus fucker), I loved C'est le Jour (being used to historical lit and period dramas means I have....no reaction to first cousin marriages, so I shipped Tybalt/Juliet, sorry lads.)

There used to be a dedicated French musicals fandom on here, so I was talking with people who were more invested in it than I was, me and a friend once listened to the London cast together and memed it to death. And when that community imploded, I joined the RetJ fandom more specifically after a couple of years. And...I did enjoy it. I was mainly in my own little corner, but I was talking about it, I was creating content for it. I didn't agree with everything, especially the way that Japanese productions were routinely dismissed, and I thought that people could be very harsh on individual productions in a way that wasn't particularly fun, but...I did enjoy the experience. I did enjoy working with other people, especially since, as a Toho fan and ESPECIALLY as an Escalus fan (and as someone who really cares about the women more than Mercutio), I was very locked in my own little corner with a few other people.

I fell in love with the musical. And with Shakespeare's original. I still think that this is My Adaptation of Romeo and Juliet, because it is really wonderfully faithful while modernizing it without being grimdark or cynical (yes, even the Hungarian.)

And...I refuse to go into details, because I have no intention of dredging up old ghosts, but it ended. Badly. I evacuated myself from the communities I was part of, leaving them to someone who hated me because I didn't want to split the fandom. I wanted to leave quietly, discretely, while potentially keeping some bonds. They used it as an excuse to spread their smear campaign to my old circles, something that I only found out about over a year later. No one bothered to tell me. I noticed that people were pulling away, some people have even blocked me on here, or else quietly unfollowed me, but I didn't know why and I tried to convince myself it was paranoia. I reached out to someone and they assured me that nothing had been said about me. Something I later learned was untrue. I won't accuse that person of lying, because I don't have a timeline, and I understand wanting to keep the peace, but my reputation and my mental stability were NOT acceptable collateral damage. I was suicidal, dammit, and I'm not just mad at the people who started the smear campaign, but the people who didn't bother to listen to me when I needed them the most.

And...I would say I'm not bitter about it, but actually, I am. Of COURSE I'm bitter about it. Even if I wasn't the most active member, I was there for years. I deserved better. And it has profoundly impacted the way that I still carry myself in a fandom context, because some part of me is always looking behind my shoulder. (I. Have never been able to join the BG3 fandom in the way I'd have liked to for a number of reasons, including my ongoing fear caused by this incident.)

...but, by the same token, I did rebuild myself, bit by bit, with Takarazuka musicals, including the Zuka RetJ. I wrote RetJ fanfic for myself and, without having a fandom to worry about appeasing, I wrote what I wanted -- some of my longest fics of the last three years have been Benvolio/Escalus fics that I almost CERTAINLY wouldn't have published when I had the dead weight attached.

So -- gorgeous musical, the Toho production will eternally have a place in my heart. I'm very happy that I can look at it without shaking now.

It's not the first time I've read about the author's disappointment about Az/El ship when she specifically stated that Lucien was supposed to be Nesta's mate until ELAIN came in the picture and in the interviews she keeps writing them as MATES.

We have already the dark lord and the heroine(Feysand)so there's no need for a second couple with that dynamic; it would be boring repetitive and from your analysis,Az and El don't fit at all and look I LOVE moon/sun couple but they just don't fit; there's nothing.

Infuation?Yes.

Physical attraction?Absolutely

But Love?I don't think so.

Also some fans are blind because they believe Rhys doesn't want Az's happiness(from the bonus chapter)what if in Az and El's dynamic he sees his parents?

His father was cold, vicious and cruel, his mother soft and kind(familar eh?)they were mates but they didn't work as a couple.

Az is shown to be cruel and impulsive(HE TORTURES PEOPLE AND ALMOST KILLS ERIS)El doesn't like violence at all and it's stated SHE DOESN'T FIT AT ALL in NC.

Who doesn't fit in NC as well?Az? No.

Lucien.

Him.

He doesn't feel welcome at all in the court, he's confused with the mating thing, he doesn't force himself on Elain and gives her space(THEIR SCENES TOGETHER ARE SO CUTE☺ THE LONGING, THE STARES😖💘)

And their dynamic WOULD BE GOLD😍

Dark x Light?Nahhhh

Light x Light-Yes baby

They are so similar, they just fit, THEY ARE SOULMATES and it's stated that for Elain to glow she needs TO LEAVE the NC.

Three brothers?three sisters? BORING-also ew-(It's bad that I'm going cackle when this trope won't happen and it's confirmed in the bonus chapter and Az would find love(before he needs to heal) in the embrace of a priestess we have come to love🤭)

I prefer two souls that have lost the thing they love: Family.Their home. The love of their life.Their identity and try desperately to cope with it, to fit in the NC but they can't pretend to be fine.

Everything is foreign for them then they find each other.

UGGHHHHHHHH 😖💘

You're right! Feyre and Rhys are light and dark in terms of Rhys having the power of Night and Feyre having Helion's Day powers but, is Feyre optimistic? Is she bouncy and happy and full of life? Feyre is a bit jaded. She's willing to do whatever needs done to save the people she loves even if innocent bystanders are hurt in the process (i.e. what she did to the Spring Court). She's also constantly worried about taking care of everyone and enjoys revenge. So when people say Rhys and Feyre are light and dark, I don't think it's that deep since the only light and dark things about them are their powers at times. Because I don't really think Feyre is all that light based on her personality. And Az is even darker than Rhys or Feyre. While Elain has not shown any bit of real darkness to her. She stabbed the King to save her sister but there's nothing indicating she took joy from it. We're actually told the opposite, how she gave TT back to Az and "didn't look back", how the cruelty of the Hewn City troubles her. Elain has been forced to step into the darkness that the members of the IC regularly step into and she's not embraced it the way Nesta or Feyre have. Do people honestly believe a character like Elain who prefers to have nothing to do with weapons and violence is well suited for a character who enjoys torturing people on a regular basis? Over her own Mate who has very similar ideas on hurting others and wanting revenge (which is to say they don't prefer it at all?). SJM doesn't do the complete opposites attract trope so people trying to force E/riel is refusing to acknowledge the writing style of this author. And you're so right, Rhys didn't have a problem with E/riel because he doesn't think Az deserves to be happy. He has a problem with E/riel because as his best friend and brother, he knows Az is still in love with Mor and he knows Az is just jealous of not getting a bond and he knows Az is really just using Elain to mask the real issues he needs to deal with. And....Rhys does not want his sister in law being used like that. People get so fixated on the politics of it but even if Lucien weren't an ally, even if Lucien weren't involved at all, I am convinced Rhys STILL would have a problem with Az about to hook up with Elain while knowing he wasn't over Mor. I love what you wrote here: "I prefer two souls that have lost the thing they love: Family.Their home. The love of their life. Their identity and try desperately to cope with it, to fit in the NC but they can't pretend to be fine." Because it's so true. There are no two characters better suited to understand one another and what they've both lost beside Elain and Lucien. Az's love was not forced away from him by someone else (Mor just never had feelings for him). Az has not known what it's like to not belong and to be chased out of his own Court (he was 11 when he found Rhys and Cassian and they have been his brothers in the NC for centuries after). Lucien was forced out of Autumn and Elain was forced out of the Human Lands. Az does not know what it's like to try and build a life in a place where you don't completely fit in (Lucien does not fully fit in with the Humans and Elain does not fully fit in at the NC). I want to read about two characters like that finding a life together over Elain having to accept all the things about Az that usually make her uncomfortable and living in a place that represents everything that she prefers not to be around.

You Never Let Anything Go, Ever

Apparently, midway thru an acid trip was an appropriate time for my (then) nearest and dearest to tell me this.

I won't lie - I struggle to let things be bygones - to not remember them or try to remember.

Because on the other hand if I am wary of a repeated behavior, or I can't remember this thing that happened with enough detail, I get brushed off.

Sort of damned if I do, damned if I don't. "Oh you made that up" versus "you never let it go"

I'm not wild about ultimatums - but they do apply sometimes to life. I have a partner who hates them, and who's first response to them is "Fuck you."

We're nonmonogamous. Or, in theory are. In practice, it's more like "I see other people sporadically, he freaks out, but also has a girlfriend. But wait! That girlfriend isn't that into sex, so like, it's not the same thing, esp since by the numbers I've had more people!"

...yeah. You could say I'm a little over that part of the relationship. Don't get me wrong, there's a great deal of other things I love about him. We meet each other halfway on important stuff, share a lot of ideologies, we take good care of each other, make each other laugh until we snort.

Not small potatos either. I've never wanted to spend this long with someone full time before.

But I am running out of patience for the nonmonogamy hypocrisy dance.

Last minute birthday overnight with the other person that I get to find out? We're going on a trip for the next few days, so it was the only time he'd spend with her. That's fair.

Except.

If I did that? He'd blow a damn gasket.

Can I have preexisting partners? No, he freaks out. Share a partner? No, he freaks out. Date safe friends? No, he freaks out (or at least doesn't chill out until the concessions I have made for his comfort have eroded the other relationship/taught them this is the standard) Date friends of mine? No, he freaks out. Even if he gets time to get to know them. Date people from the internet? No, he freaks out.

Oh, unless I fucked them once two years ago and have a (sort of) defined relationship with them.

Or if I'm lukewarm about them.

The last time I dated someone else locally long term, was almost two years ago. He's adjusted (some) to some things. Eventually adjusted to preexisting partners. Eventually adjusted (somewhat) to me investigating dating apps (although I suspect some of that is because it doesn't go anywhere) Yes, we are in couples counseling. Yes, this is the current topic, so it is heavily on my mind. But I am running out of patience, i am annoyed as fuck, and so, I am venting here on the internet, in the space where I have always vented.

Feels bad that I only write when I have something negative to say, but I am also extremely frustrated.

We have things to unpack. I don't know how to keep doing this, especially the pattern of I ask, and ask, and ask for specific social things, kink things, life things and oh maybe yeah at some point.

A friend or his other partner asks? It happens! Why, he does things less regularly with them because of all the time he spends with me.

The only solutions I seem to be coming to are "Spend less time with each other", "Suck it up and stop asking for these things from him.", "Idk, I guess silently seethe about it."

More likely, I'll bring it up in couples counseling.

But I am very cranky. and very tired of this. and it makes me very unaffectionate and it shows. I never was any good at having a poker face.

But hey, you know me. I never let anything go, ever.

After all. There's no reasons for that.

Some Ep 3 Live Action One Piece Thoughts

I have to say... I'm not in love with this episode. But to be honest, I didn't love the whole Syrup Village/Kuro adventure in the anime either so...

I'm just gonna break it down like I've been doing. Negatives/Meh reactions first, save the good stuff for last.

To start... I'm still holding out hope for Coby and Helmeppo becoming friends. I feel like it's pretty central to both their characters and surely that's one thing Oda would have fought for, right? They're both still getting plenty of screen time, but Garp almost seems to be pitting them against each other. And I'm not feeling that right now. I feel like that friendship breakthrough could still be coming... I do want to see Helmeppo redeemed, show that there's more to him at heart than just the spoiled brat we've gotten to know... and I'm hoping to see it soon.

Episode 3 is really visually dark. Most scenes were kind of muted. I'm not a fan of that kind of style in general, but I especially wasn't feeling it during the scenes where they're inside the mansion, having a party. What we saw of Kaya's mansion in the anime was so big and light and airy... The live action's take on it feels like some kind of evil funhouse.

But the big reason I may not feel totally satisfied by this episode may just be because it's the first one that doesn't resolve its conflict in one episode. This episode ends with everyone in a pretty dire place. Kuro won't be properly confronted and defeated until the next one. (I assume. But with the pace this series has been keeping, I can't imagine it stretching out to episode 5.)

A couple of the good points feel a little marred by 'meh' feelings.

Okay. Listen. I know this is a tiny, tiny detail. But it's bothering me that they didn't also dye Celeste Loots's eyebrows blonde. It's not bothering me on the other characters who have crazier hair colors but... Don't get me wrong! She's really killing it as Kaya in every other aspect. I think she's perfectly captured that inner spark and strength Kaya has while definitely coming across as frail and sickly... But something about her doesn't look wispy enough. Kaya practically looked like a ghost. Someone who had all the life-- and thus, color-- sucked out of her. I would have liked to see something more to that effect in her live action appearance.

I know I've already talked about the way they've portrayed her mansion. But it's not just that the lighting's been lackluster. Some of the colors are also weirdly garish in places. Especially the scene where they first all meet in the garden, I got the weirdest... Alice in Wonderland vibes. I don't think that's a bad thing. It just feels a little strange. Also. Kuro's lackeys. The Meowban Brothers. Something about the way they've been brought to life... I can't be the only one getting 2003 Cat in the Hat vibes, right????? That's so weirdly fitting. I have a hard time believing it's a coincidence. It's another thing that, like, I don't think I hate it... but I don't know if I like it.

Finally, I really liked seeing Nami and Kaya bond. Nami gets this particular look when it's revealed that Kaya's parents are dead that was a really great little detail. Their talk really gave the audience a chance to see that there was some depth to Kaya, which was also great. I'm just not sure how I feel about how it came about. It feels like a pretty important detail that Nami's not just a thief... she steals from pirates specifically. Up until the point she officially becomes one herself, that is. There's an integrity to that that the live action hasn't preserved. While I'm totally fine with a lot of the other changes they've made, I don't think I'm on board with that one. It just doesn't feel necessary.

But despite my overall meh feelings towards this episode, there are a lot of entirely unblemished good points in episode 3.

I do still think the way it's coming together is really great. That they all meet on the day of Kaya's 18th birthday, accidentally walking right into the climax of Kuro's schemes to take over her fortune. Perfect.

That her fortune is the fact that Syrup Village is known for its shipbuilding in this version... also really great. Gives our characters more of a reason to be there, for one. Also just gives the place a little more flavor.

It hasn't really come up yet that Usopp's got kind of a blemish on his life. A father who ran off to be a pirate. But his running through the village, crying wolf about pirates day after day really hits different in a live action. A villager literally pulls him aside, tells him he's pathetic and that he's wasting his life and... ouch. That was surprisingly brutal.

But I feel like Usopp is very much a cartoon character. There's a lot about him that would struggle to fly in a more realistic live-action. So I'm really pleased to say that Jacob Romero Gibson is also really killing it in his role. We are 4 for 4 on great casting for the Straw Hats. Something about the way he delivers his lies... They're still outrageous claims, but there's something so casual and sincere about the way he tells them... And I really love that this episode ends with Usopp running into Coby and Helmeppo when no one else will believe him about there being real pirates this time. Goes back to this tweaked version of the story all coming together really nicely. I'm really interested to see what role they'll end up playing in that conflict.

And I like that Arlong's being established as a more overarching villain of this arc, and pulling Buggy along with him. I could spend another 12 paragraphs speculating on all the places that could go, but I'll spare you.

I have high hopes for episode four!

Okay well I had no fucking idea the bad buddy our skyy episodes were actually AT LEAST 3

I'm on the 3rd one right now and to be honest I have no idea when it ends. I did NOT expect a bad buddy/1000 stars crossover miniseries lol

I mean I'm absolutely LOVING it

But I expected a single crossover episode based on spoilers. For all of the bad buddy scenes in our skyy. Period. I'm feeling very abundant right now

I also absolutely die in a good way whenever pat is on screen like pran "I'm gonna kill him" chief "I'm gonna kill him" me "I'm gonna kill him" because I can't stop smiling and laughing and it's like when you see something so cute you can't contain!!!

Also it is just so fucking funny and nice to me that pat and pran REALLY are dating their rivals lmao. You'd think like years into dating, MANY YEARS into almost friends but couldn't be just friends rivalry situation, they'd just act like idk maybe Normal Best friends who also are dating. But no. Korn and Wai are treated like their best friends. They still absolutely one up each other, know exactly how to flip the table on each other and Still Fucking Do it Daily.

Can you imagine dating someone who knows when you argue exactly how you DONT want breakfast so they make it that way, exactly what ur plan is for the day and Exactly how to undermine it (like when pat fucks up prans move for the signature Immediately with Boisterous Honesty to chief because he fucking KNOWS how pran plans things and exactly how to break them). They've spent around 2 decades knowing exactly how to get under each other's skin, ruin the other person's success for their own victory, and give Just Enough crumbs to rhe other person to keep a rough tie. And despite becoming lovers? Lmao these fuckers are still utilizing the same skills.

Like oh boy that is just a particular level of dynamic. It's very specific to them and hey it works for them (as pat says, if it hurts his boyfriend it's not worth winning) but it's also like wow thank fuck other bl couples don't do this as much ToT. Tian and chief also know how to get under each other's skin cause a long term relationship will teach you that, but they're doing it cause they're mad and chief won't talk about why he's got to one up and be the one who gets the final say about something tian really cares about. (OH if only they had pats rule to always cave to ur boyfriend if it hurts him to not cave, but they do not). I'm like predicting it has to do with chief being 1 stubborn and 2 tians dad used him so like he's not gonna be thrilled to be anywhere near that person again. But who knows.

What I do know is pat and pran can pull that shit because they've spent so many years fighting they're Very Aware of the limits of each other and when it actually will cause a separation. And they both very much don't want a permanent separation, so even if they got space to cope with an argument they'd both plan to gather and resolve it a while later (which I'm assuming was prans plan, to punish pat for talking shit and prove he could do stuff alone then come back proving it, chew pat out until he apologized adequately, then tell him not to talk shit again and pran will believe he didn't mean it). But of course it's pat, so he followed him.

hozier & lake street dive titled ones please heehee 🍓

love won't you be as you've always been (Good Omens)

I refuse to acknowledge that this one may well never come to completion/publication because i love it too much. it's set a couple weeks post-canon (book canon, ignoring anything that may happen in show s2) when Crowley and Aziraphale decide to go on their first proper date only none of their ideas for Proper Date Activities People Do On Dates work out until they finally go 'fuck it let's go watch the ducks'. it has footnotes.

“This is fine. Thisss is fine. Right?”

When there was no reply, Crowley directed a menacing stare and an equally menacing mister at the plant he was talking to. “Right?”

It wobbled slightly in response.

“Ssss.”

Crowley was definitely not nervous, because demons didn’t get nervous, especially not Anthony J. Crowley.[1] And especially not about spending time with someone he had been spending time with for approximately 6000 years. However, he had been hovering in the greenhouse for the last 20 minutes, before which he had been hovering in front of his closet. And the plants were all rather unsettled by the way in which he’d been talking to them, namely, with very little authority and a lot of questions. Most of which he then answered himself, but nevertheless. These were trying times for plants which couldn’t communicate beyond the occasional leaf shudder.

[1] This was a lie. Anthony J. Crowley got nervous every time he jaywalked.

you're in a state of disrepair, you're an answer to my prayers (H50)

heh. well. i've been talking about this one in tags and dms (to people who care about h50) for. a while now. it's currently almost 16k and i'm predicting will probably be 25-30k when it's done which will not be until mid-2023 at the earliest so i will continue seizing any opportunity to ramble about it until then bc it is like a spouse or a neurological infection to me at this point. I've given the basic premise on here before but essentially it's... an unspecified amount of time but probably something like a couple of months post-canon, Steve's still on his Mental Health Trip with Cath when he passes out and gets hospitalised while they try to figure out which of his myriad medical issues caused it. Danny, obviously, flies out bc to quote Steve in it, "When have I ever gone home without you coming to get me?” (although, also to quote Steve later in the same conversation, “I would’ve come home to you anyway.”). They spend basically the entire thing pretending to be a couple in front of the medical staff and pretending not to be a couple in front of friends and family. the latter is much more of a pretense and they're much worse at it. as shown in the two snippets below:

(1)

[...] Danny turns to the nurse, and tells her, “Sorry.” He’s not sure specifically what it’s for, but he’s pretty certain she deserves some sort of apology for having to witness all that.

She smiles and shakes her head. “It’s fine. It seemed to keep his BP steady and lowering, actually.”

“Really?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, just turns back to Steve. “You’re fucked in the head, boy.”

Steve laughs, easy and loose, and pulls Danny closer by the front of his t-shirt. Danny moves with it, because it’s easier than the alternative and also maybe because he wants to be closer, and ends up sitting on the bed next to him. “Yeah,” Steve says, “I’m sure hearing that your partner loves you inevitably raises most people’s blood pressure.”

“That’s not-” Danny says, then gives up before he can even start trying to explain what he meant. Steve knows, anyway, he’s just being difficult. And anything that helps get him through medical crisis number two thousand and three can only be a good thing. “Yeah, okay. If I keep saying it, do you think it will keep bringing it down?”

“Can’t hurt.” 

Danny rests his left hand on the back of Steve’s neck, holding him steady, and says, “I love you,” before kissing the top of his head. “I love you,” he repeats, and kisses him again. “I love you.”

(2)

“What’s wrong with your shoulder?”

“Landed on it when I fell,” Steve explains, and wipes the wince from his face like that’ll get Danny to forget about it. “It’s fine, just bruised.”

“Let me see.” He’s already reaching over, so Steve’s faint, “The doctors already looked at it,” falls on, if not deaf, at least uncaring ears. It’s not like he makes any move to stop Danny from pushing the stylish little number that is his hospital gown off the shoulder in question. Everyone here’s seen it all already.

He wasn’t kidding about the bruise. It’s spread across the peak of his shoulder, stopping just above his tattoo, and it’s starting to come up purple. Even apart from how painful it looks by itself, it suddenly drives home the fact that Steve had fallen. This wasn’t a staggering collapse kind of a bruise, it was passing out, all the way into unconsciousness.

“They gave me painkillers,” Steve says, and Danny realises he’s skimming his fingers across the edges of it. He pulls his hand back, an apology on his lips, but Steve reaches up and takes hold of his hand before it’s halfway across his chest. “It’s okay,” he tells Danny.

Danny accepts that Steve had heard what he hadn’t actually said yet, and clarifies, “I wasn’t gonna say sorry for wanting to see it. I just thought touching it might have hurt. That’s a motherfucker, Steve.”

“Yeah, I think that was what the doctor put in the file. ‘During bout of syncope, patient sustained a motherfucker.’”

Danny laughs, and Steve smiles at him, muted and warm and satisfied, and lets go of his hand.

When Danny looks away from Steve’s smile, Cath is watching them with an odd expression.

“What?” Danny asks.

She shakes her head. “Nothing. I heard you’ve been living in Steve’s house.”

send me a wip name and i'll tell you things about it/present a snippet! show and tell!

1 "It won't last too long," the girls' friends joked, teasing her about the new fling she had gotten herself into. "You always get bored, why not take a break and spare the poor boy's heart?" one of them added, sitting back in their chair as they turned their gazes onto the younger girl. "Why should I? It's fun." she snapped back, leaving no room for ambiguity. "You don't even have any feelings for that boy, it's wrong." another one chimed in, setting her glass down on the table as the girls were gathered for lunch. "You don't have to have feelings, it doesn't always have to be serious." Rosie rolled her eyes as she turned to pack her belongings back into her purse, getting irritable hearing the scoldings from her friends. "I think what I do is my own business, yeah?" she growled, gathering her jacket as she got up from the table, wishing her friends goodbye as they disembarked from their lunch date.

she began making her way back to her dorms, passing by a small souvenir shop that always seemed to catch her attention, specifically the person working day in and day out, keeping the small shop nice and tidy. "ah! it's you!" the man glanced up from his register, hearing the small bell chiming as Rosie made her way into the shop. he stood up straight waving to her as she glanced around, looking at the new items the store had acquired. "mhm, it's me." she nodded, walking up to the register as she sat her purse down, gazing up to the boy's golden brown eyes. rosie hated to admit it, but they always caught her attention, especially in the sunlight. "what have you been up to recently? been while since you've visited me, heh." he chuckled, resting his arms on the wooden counter, focusing his gaze on her features.

"let me guess, the usual? who are you dating now, hm?" he placed his hand over his mouth hiding his laugh as she rolled her eyes, playfully swatting at him as she scoffed. "none of your business, but in fact, it's been a while, I'm serious this time." she crossed her arms, furrowing her brows as she began going on about the boy she was seeing. he kissed his teeth, feeling a light sense of bitterness in his chest as he raised an eyebrow. "serious? please." he teased her some more, rolling his eyes dramatically as he chuckled a bit hearing her whining. "very serious. it's been a month already, maybe?" she smirked, knowing well it hasn't been that long at all, she just wanted to see his reactions. but he wasn't laughing at her, instead, the room had fallen quiet, Rosie's smile faded as she noticed the boy's expression, one she couldn't quite explain, but she knew for sure how he was feeling, it wasn't anything new to her how he felt about her. and maybe she felt the same way too.

she stayed oblivious, though. lying to herself continuously, she knew this boy loved her, and maybe she even loved him too. commitment isn't something she was looking for, he knew that well. the two settled for being friends, the unspoken rule of their feelings had never been addressed, not once. "hey, leo-" she broke the silence, about to bring that taboo topic to light until as if almost on cue, a customer suddenly came through the door, the two turning their attention to the man as he came up to the front counter. "sorry, rosie. hold on a bit?" the boy cut her off, attending to the customer as he left her at the side. she waited patiently, grabbing her purse as the customer soon made their way out after his purchase.

"sorry, what were you saying?" he turned his attention back to her, gazing down at her expressions. she stood up straight, shaking her head as she hugged her purse against her chest. "mmh, it's nothing. I should go now though, there's class in the morning." she excused herself from his store, barely letting him get in a simple goodbye.

during that walk home, rosie allowed herself to think. thinking long and hard about the boy she's come to know the past couple of months. she tried to shake off her thoughts of him, blaming it on his attractiveness and mannerisms she's come to know recently, however, the more she tried to stop thinking of him, the more he'd pop up in her mind. his brown eyes, his inked arms that he always seemed to catch herself gawking at. she knew how she felt about this boy, and how he felt about her, but she still refused to admit it. she refused to admit she loved him

because of that sense of pride, she distanced herself. dating around from boy to boy to try and distract herself from her feelings, she knew well who she wanted, but she just couldn't and wouldn't admit it. and maybe by chance, that boy felt the same way. maybe, he loved her unconditionally but knew well that she isn't someone who just anyone can have. rosie let her thoughts linger and wander for days, weeks even; thinking about her feelings for leo even as she would sleep through the night. he had a hold on her that no boy could replicate, she loved him.

after a long friday night, rosie found herself back at leo's shop late in the evening. not so sober as she made her way into the dimly lit store. "sorry— we're closed." leo groaned as he came out from the back room, noticing rosie wandering to the counter as she threw her bag onto the table. "rosie?!" he ran up to her, taking her by the shoulder as he glanced around her disheveled appearance, smelling alcohol. "are you drunk? have you been drinking?" he mumbled, a look of concern filling his eyes as he shook her a bit. "hey, look at me." he whispered, tipping her chin as she glanced back up to his features.

maybe under normal circumstances, she would've lied to him, and tried to play off her drunken state. however tonight; maybe it was the alcohol or the way he looked with his hair a bit messy, his tatted arms exposed in his white tank top, or maybe the way he held onto her with care and concern. "i'm confused." she mumbled low, laying her head down on his chest. he furrowed his brows, biting his lip as he didn't know what to say, after all this time he's known her she was never the type to be touchy. 'maybe it's because she's drunk,' he thought, as he placed his arm around her waist, caressing her skin in the dress she wore. "that's.. okay, confused about?" he mumbled low, lowering down to her ears, whispering so only she could hear.

she didn't say anything, only staying in his comforting embrace as she felt his warm hands against her skin. "hey, you okay? let's go sit down, come on." he whispered against her ear, waiting for a response as she only nodded against his chest. he lead her to the back of the shop, turning on the light in his office as she sat against his couch, laying back against the cushions. he swiftly grabbed some water, sitting beside her as he checked on her state. "hey, rosie? what's the matter?" he mumbled low, leaning in against her features as he placed his hand on her arm, caressing her skin. "haven't seen you in awhile, then you show up here in the middle of the night." he sighed, pulling back from her as he gazed down on her expressions. "I've been wondering about you." he bit his lip, itching his head as she turned her gaze away from him, hiding her face in her palms.

she whined, peeking back over at him, lowering her gaze down to his inked arms. "are you mad i came this late?" she mumbled, avoiding making eye contact with him as he swiftly shook his head. "of course not." he sighed, noticing her lowering gaze as he raised an eyebrow. "hm..? something on me?" he teased, crossing her arms as she whined a bit, turning her gaze away from him once more. "mmh.. maybe." she mumbled, turning back to him as she got dangerously close, placing her hands against his chest as she leaned in against his features. "so pretty.."

"me..? pretty?" he chuckled a bit, lowering his arm down to her waist as he pulled her against his build, holding her. "i think.. you're prettier, rosie." he whispered against her lips. rosie placed her lips against leo's, whimpering against his lips as she deepened their kiss, passionately making out with him as he laid back against the couch a little more, allowing rosie to straddle him. he wasn't sure if she felt the same way as he did, he wanted to think that this confirmed his beliefs, even if she might've just been acting on impulse due to her current state. despite this lingering thought, he ignored it, allowing himself to enjoy the moment while he still could.

their slow kissing turned hotter, quickly undressing each other as leo embraced her, whispering soft and sweet words of praise in her ear as he took her. his gentle nature she's come to adore, and love. she loved him and was ready to tell him herself. through sloppy kisses and passionate thrusts, she muttered a soft "i love you." against his lips, not sure if he heard as she didn't receive a response from him. afterward, they were both a sweaty mess as they cuddled with each other against the leather couch in his office, she was exhausted and he was content. playing with her hair and caressing her soft skin as she nodded to sleep in his arms, desperately trying to stay awake. "it's okay, rosie. sleep." he mumbled low against her ear, only to be met with soft whines as she buried her head against his chest, dozing off to sleep as she held him close. he lowered his head against her ear, whispering soft words once more.

"I love you too, rosie."

GENERAL RP STYLE & PREFERENCES

Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Strikethrough what does not. Elaborate on any points you’d like with a *

Please be honest, we all want to find the people who work best with how we RP.

TYPES OF RP & HOW I DO THREADS

| I don’t I just do whatever is on my dash when I’m online | Mainly asks* | I do little short things mostly | I do my threads on discord | Long running threads that slowly build upon the muses** |

*I hoard asks I'm so sorry if I answer something like two months late after you've completely forgotten about it

**Not often but these are tasty

PLOTTING PREFERENCES

| Wing it* | Get a general idea ooc and then run with it & plot further if need be | Long expansive thought out story arcs** |

*I'm fine with this if it's what you prefer but I do tend to like to plot at least a jumping off point

**Again, rare but tasty

TYPES OF THREADS I DO & PREFER

| Oneliners only | Whatever dash shenanigans I’m online for | Para or Mulit para | Literal Novels* |

*Rare but not impossible lol

REPLY SPEED FOR THREADS & CONSISTENCY KEEPING THREADS

| I lose threads all the time & don’t usually get back to them | I tend to lose threads but please tell me if I have and I’ll reply! | I drop threads pretty easily | I’m really slow but I WILL get back to you | I reply on a schedule/queue (specify if you’d like) | I usually reply within a week | I reply every day | I reply almost instantly |

ROMANTIC SHIPS

| I don’t do these ships (specify reason if you would like) | I’m not against them happening but it is not the main point of my blog | All ships will have to be super slow burn & discussed a lot OOC, super chemistry based (Mutuals and friends only) | I love doing ships, HMU I probably already ship it just ask! | I ship really quickly | I autoship or ship within a few interactions | I mainly RP for the cute ship fluff |

SMUT

| I do NOT do smut at all* | I’m very selective about it | I only do it on a separate (blog/discord/specify here) | I mainly only do asks relating to nfsw headcanons on Sundays | I write it a medium amount | I write it all the time and love to |

*I'd probably only RP smut with super SUPER close friends or even a partner, assuming all IC and OOC parties are of age by default ofc. And if it ever happened it'd definitely only be on discord

ACTIVE HOURS [ AST: UTC -8 / Pacific Time ]

| Mornings 8-10 | Midday 11-1 | Afternoon 2-5 | Evenings 6-8 | Night 9-12 | Ungodly hours of the day 1-onwards |

ACTIVITY SCHEDULE

| SUPER slow and sporadic, like once a month or so | Slow and sporadic week long gaps between activity | Bi-weeklyish activity | Weekly activity | Daily activity | I’m online nearly all the time |

STARTERS

| I don’t do starter calls | I want to do starter calls but often don’t have time | I do selective calls (ask calls) | I don’t do calls, but always feel free to ask me for one! | I do starter calls rarely/regularly/often |

AUs

| I don’t do AUs | My blog is an AU but outside of that I don’t do them | I sometimes do them but only with a lot of plotting | I have a couple of AUs already feel free to request them!* | I have AUs coming out of my ears please interact with them! | I love making AUs HMU to plot if you think of one!** | There are some AUs I won’t do (specify here) |

*Maybe kind of ironically, the only muses I don't really do AUs for are the Kingdom Hearts muses, because like...kh is kinda already about crossovers. Making AUs for them feels redundant to me, personally, though I'm not completely opposed to the idea either. I just won't really go out of my way to make AUs for them like I do with my other muses is all I'm saying but it really doesn't take much convincing to get me to do one LMAO

**As far as fandom-specific AUs go, I generally prefer making ones for fandoms I'm at least somewhat familiar with. I've tried writing ones that my partner knows based on knowledge they give me and they always fizzle out really fast

CROSSOVERS

| I don’t do crossovers | I’m selective with crossovers (specify reason if you’d like) | I love crossovers! |

Tell us about your kids: who would care if the couples broke up?

Both inside and outside the relationship. Who'd fight for it? Who'd say yeah that tracks? Who'd pull a Squidward and claim it won't last 11 minutes (the breakup)? Etc.

I think when Ada & JJ broke up for the solid week they were apart, everyone knew it wouldn't last so they let Ada be Ada and go off being dramatic because she was the one who pulled the plug. JJ also I think knew she'd be back but needed some time to be alone so he gave her space until she came back to talk things out. Everyone minded their business.

Liv & HD keep everyone together that they can so it's safe to say if there's a couple that they put together (resident matchmakers), they will split and talk to each side on their own to get a feel for the situation. They're an unlikely couple but they know how the inner workings of their friends' minds so if someone breaks up, they're immediately problem solving the situation.

Miriam would fight for every couple in her family if they break up for dumb reasons. She was too young to really have an opinion on Jason, but if the couple breaks up for dumb reasons, she's always getting involved to figure out what happened.

Bex and Quinn are also very involved in specific situations but I think they're more protective than fighting to get them back together. Bex will look at the boys near her sisters and immediately want to step between them. Quinn will do that a lot with whoever Eliza brings home, even Ronnie still. Because they're just protective over who they love.

The older brothers are always protective, but William is the voice of reason for almost everyone. If someone breaks up, he's immediately there if he knows about it and ready to talk through the situation

I meant no offence AncientGreymon XD but you must admit you’re rather hotheaded. And I apologise for being a gossip hound but now you’ve got me even more curious - whose tried dating in the past?? (Psst, AncientMermaidmon, what are betting odds on AncientGreymon and AncientGarurumon being a thing? Way too much old married couple energy XD)

AncientGreymon: Er, well, I suppose I can be a little hotheaded... but I'm just passionate! And I trust my instincts!

AncientGarurumon: If only you stopped to think a little before rushing off to save the day. -.-;

AncientGreymon: Hmph. Well, as for whose dated in the past... Me and AncientMermaidmon dated for awhile.

AncientMermaidmon: But then we split up. He was too high-maintenance. v3v

AncientGreymon: Me high-maintenance?! You were high-maintenance! vAv

AncientBeatmon: =w= You're both high-maintenance. I remember all the arguments.

AncientMermaidmon: Yeah, but the sex was great. vwv

AncientIrismon: Let's keep it PG, AncientMermaidmon. v///v;

AncientMermaidmon: I also dated Blizzarmon for a little. P= We had a moment and we decided to give it a try. That was a disaster too. xD

AncientMegatheriummon: =w=; Yeah, I remember. I think we argued almost as much as you and Kaiser did. Guess we learned that childhood friends dating is a bad idea. xD

AncientBeatmon: I think it was just you two specifically. xD

AncientMermaidmon: At least we gave it a shot. v3v You only live once.

AncientVolcamon: *smiles at AncientTroiamon* Shurimon and I dated for a little while too. We parted on good terms after an incident where I was captured by one of his enemies as a means of getting to him. We decided it was too dangerous to continue, but we had a nice time up until that point.

AncientTroiamon: .///////. *nods shyly*

AncientMermaidmon: Anyways, that's it for all of the confirmed relationships that we've had within the Ten. vwv Who's to say there haven't been more rendezvous going on in secret?

AncientMegatheriummon: Or people who have feelings but won't confess them? ¬w¬

AncientBeatmon: vxv

AncientMermaidmon: As for your other question... I'd say the odds are pretty high, not that Garuru would ever admit it. vwv I know right?! They've been bickering like a married couple for as long as I've known them! xD The sexual tension between them is electric. v¬v They argue but you just know that they want to passionately kiss each other. I bet they already have and we just don't know about it. vwv

AncientGreymon: ?! o///////e You what?! Me and the mutt?! >/////>; Hah! Y-Yeah right! As if I'd ever be that desperate! vAv

AncientGarurumon: The sentiment is mutual. The incorrigible lizard and I? I won't even dignify that with an answer. >///////> That's enough, AncientMermaidmon. I'm shutting this down.

AncientMermaidmon: You can't deny your love~!