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had to order a new ereader (tragic) but did make ginger cremes and snickerdoodles (magic) but then realized I used vanilla instead of lemon extract in the ginger cremes (tragic) but the snickerdoodles turned out great for my first time baking them (magic)
#gotta end on a high note#the snickerdoodles definitely need the smaller cookie scoop next time#but I’m spoiling my cousin’s husband with his fav cookies because he has to work Christmas#so really as long as he likes them I’m golden#he’s an EMT at a fire station but luckily not a busy one#last time I made pumpkin cookies and they were eaten in 5 minutes at the station so I’m batting 1000#the ginger cremes will probably be fine tbh#thoughts? thoughts
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#i walked into a situation today where my mom was effectively already dead. effectively bc her body was and is still alive. still breathing#painful groaning purrs. but her mind was gone yesterday. my dad said he showed her a picture of the mountains i took that day and told her#i loved her and she smiled. thats what he said. maybe he was just being nice. or maybe thats the last time she thought of me. i dunno. but#the human body is an incredible thing. shes got a heart still powering a broken body. too full of tumors to function anymore. stomach#streched like a pregnant mother. it happed really fast and now its happening very slow#im somehow probably better off than the rest of them. i only got here for the aftermath of a downslide. my daily life will b least effected#i only really saw her twice a year living so far away and she didnt text much. didnt call often. so life wont change much ill just kno shes#not there. which is sad. but theres nothing to b done abt it. life goes on. it hasnt been all bad tho. its nice to talk to my family abt her#how incredible she was. bc she was. wish her mom wasnt here tho. she doesn't deserve to b here. my mom wouldnt want her here. she didnt want#her here. but anyway. i wish her body would just let her go now. so we can sleep. so this can be over. so she can rest#but even like this shes stubborn and resilient. they say it could go on for days but i hope not. may the universe let her rest shes gotta b#so tired after 10 years of this. but i have no regrets. she knew how i felt abt her. and i dont think she had regrets either. she did so#much up to the very end. went out on a high note without the burdon of knowing it was coming#i dunno. its just such a strange experience to watch the empty shell of your mother sleeping like a gurgling baby#unrelated
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clois, anyone?
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#uhuhhhhughgyhfygyhfyh. bisexuality.#whats going on with her feet you say. she's wearing socks i say. shut up and go with it. it's a doodle i say.#bluebird.txt#bluebird's art#superman#anyways i've been using that freeform app on the ipad and i gotta say that fill tool thing is soooo addicting#i think i just end up drawing more when i don't worry about the brush or the layers#which is why i doodle the most on paper or on notes apps that are not actually good for High Art#but that's okay cuz i'm a girl and girls just wanna have fun#anyways posting this before i overthink it hdhhfjcjdngn#them :]
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sudden realisation that the thing holding my art back is that I never had an anime phase
#going to find a time machine and get my younger self into death note or smth#I have been driving myself insane for the past few years bc I wanna draw characters but all I know how to do is portraits#I’m trying to figure out how I could recreate smth similar now and tragically I think it does just come down to draw more :/#however! I am also going to try using brushes which will be bad for sketchiness and better for lineart bc I might need to force myself here#I just gotta simplify things down to basic shapes how hard can it be#[has been thinking this exact thing for years and it’s not worked]#I am getting better every time I do stuff I’m just not satisfied bc art is frustrating when you know what you want but can’t get there#god it’s 2am I should not be awake rn but I could draw again tonight so I was taking advantage#endlessly frustrated by hair. why is it so awkward. I need to understand hair better how do I do this#i have a feeling it’s bc I’ve not figured out how to apply the shit I figured out abt volume yet#I’m also getting impatient bc I’ve been trying to do a study thing for some art styles but I decided I wanted to draw ocs instead of that#when I hadn’t gotten to the actually important bit which was. making smth new. but I can still do that#and I ended up doing a different style anyway (someone pls stop me rounding everything make me use high opacity square brush for my health)#the Other problem is I never wanna switch brushes. like I want to use one brush for whole drawing bc the extra clicks annoy me#I wonder if there’s a shortcut to swap brushes#anyway I’m gonna stop complaining bc drawing is fun but god I wish I’d drawn some more pokey mans when I was a teenager yknow#ideally younger. would rlly like to not have to actually think to figure this out rn#I’m probably overthinking stuff anyway honestly and I KNOW I’ll get it if I practice enough but goddamn it is hard to practice#especially when my me insists on making the bad things look better by making it more realistic#instead of figuring out why the shapes aren’t working#OKAY IM DONE WITH THIS NOW. GONNA TRY NEW ART THINGS LATER STOP TALKING <3#luke.txt
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Just watched the Madds Buckley Somerville livestream VOD and it looked so fun!!! Cant wait to see her perform live in the future
#madds Buckley#I don’t think the mics picked it up but you KNOW during the end of TRMILY the crowd was doing the THE RED! THE RED! chant#and the overlapped parts in Dogbird? god what it must’ve been like to be there and everyone independently picks a part#rip whatever she was gonna say about Brother before they had to pause for technical difficulties. the world may never know#The Crowd after Little Big Boy: ✊🫡😔For Katsuki Bakugo🙏😘✊ You’re a real one 🙏🫡#Madds tilting the mic away from the crowd: GUYS BE COOL BE COOL NOT EVERYONE READS THE MANGA WE GOTTA PLAY IT COOL#my love is sick#my love is sick album#Dogbird#Set ends on Sunset on Summerville and crowd immediately starts chanting encore bc they KNOW she wouldn’t leave em hanging#Madds: wait a minute… I almost forgot one *stage lights turn red*#ehehehehe#between songs and when they were tuning and they’d play an opening chord to something for like .5 milliseconds#and it alerts me like a sleeper agent like AH! Dogbird?!?! AH!!! That! Reach!!!!#oh and maybe this is only funny to me but she was talking about being an alto in high school#so she didn’t sign a lot of melody and some of those higher belting notes being out of her reach#joking like ah she’s not built for it it wasn’t meant to be#and I’m like okay this is the PERFECT segue into Reach that HAS to be the next song#I’m like holding my breath Ik it’s coming gimme that Sk8/izuku Midoriya flavor#and she. fuck it was so funny to me.#She goes anyways here’s Little Big Boy and starts the song#I was losing my mind why was that so funny#ah yes set the seeds of the song about the character who feels left behind and like they need to prove themselves and like they aren’t enoug#plant those seeds. you thinking about that character? that sad blorbo? good. anyways here’s Bakugou.#dw she did reach a few songs later
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time to go back to last night’s high dunes posta to sort it out see if there’s anything worth it )how much did I go bananas on rpf this time?(
#gotta start making a tag of it#or like concentrating it on one single post or wtv#too many thought a mile a minute#about sooooo much stuff#and in some ways I’ll always feel lame not cool for school or whatever bullshit#specially in fandom so like#anyways#gotta re(learn) how to say it with my full chest#note to self you’re all just fucking gringos at the end of the day#dunes high#wordscramble#dunesposting
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Not me listening to Phantom for the past few days to prep for seeing it this weekend and remembering oh right I used to sing and am a first soprano. The car is currently a loud and high-pitched place to be with me.
#am i good now? no. am i having fun? yes#gotta make use of those high notes before i knock them down an octave whenever i start t#i also haven't listened to phantom in years forgot how much i enjoy it#I'm going with my siblings and they're not huge fans of phantom but its the end of an era with it closing#so i insisted we go and am dragging them along#dragging is an overstatement if they didnt actually want to go they wouldnt those tickets were expensive#but worth it#sharkneto speaks
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Probably the Last of my Thoughts
Pikmin 4 Spoilers
Actually, while I previously thought that Dingo either has special solo missions or that he collects things in 100% areas, I think some of his side dialogue actually implies that he might be a "free pass" for dandori challenges or that he might act as a helper in such levels. So what I'm thinking now is that if you keep failing the challenges, then he may offer to either clear them for a cost or he's an AI that gathers items on his own alongside you to make clearing the dandori challenges easier.
If that's the case, then I do hope there's still a great enough incentive to do them yourself. I support "easy-mode" accessibility options as long as there's still incentive to take the challenge on yourself. Either way, if this really is what he does, it seems like the game is going to value "completion" over "challenge" which is giving me Pikmin 3 vibes in a way I'm not certain about.
Also, I didn't realize until my latest run that you collect pieces of Shepherd's diary and logs from her predecessors. They're probably going to be the source of most of the lore, but since half of said lore is gonna be from her point of view, she may turn out to be a well-rounded character the same way Olimar was in the first and second game. Now I just wonder how many people besides me are going to care about it since she's not the player character.
I never really bonded to the Pikmin 3 leaders despite them having personalities, since their main goal (collect fruit) seemed so impersonal despite the urgency of their situation, and the comic relief moments never really landed for me. It's just not funny to me for Charlie to be the butt of every joke when he doesn't seem to really deserve it most of the time. Like, I get the set-up of having the great respected hero be kind of bumbling, but that only really works if you see them in their prime beforehand. So he just starts bumbling and disrespected and ends bumbling and disrespected.
It kinda felt like they were going the same route with Shepherd, with her apparently being an accomplished captain but only being found in compromising situations, but I think her diary is either gonna really help or hurt that. From extra dialogue from the rest of the rescue corps, they all seem to really respect her, and vice versa, and despite her current achievements, she, just like you and everybody else, have been thrust into a challenging situation that you're having to suddenly adapt to. There's probably even more riding on her, since she has a legacy to live up to, so I'm interested to see if that plays into her character at all.
I'll also say that I like hearing the extra dialogue about and from the other guys too. While they do seem like archetypes first, and characters second, the little bit of character I've already gotten has endeared me a little more to them than the aforementioned Pikmin 3 leaders. Maybe it's because their archetypes are already more "extreme" than, "nice plucky boy" and "bitch," so there's already more room to add subtle details about them in the side dialogue. For example, even Collin, who seems to be the generic "nice guy" like Alph, has a relatable backstory about working to fund his education. And there's Dingo, who despite going down Charlie's route of being the tough guy with fantasies of romance at the very least has a reason to have a crush on the captain where Charlie seemed to pursue Brittany just because girl.
I'm not saying any of this deep or innovative characterization, I'm just saying they're more likeable upfront than 3's leaders. It feels like they're actually a group that had some history together, vs. 3 where they were essentially strangers learning and failing to get along without any emotional payoff for that journey. Like, I can imagine these guys around a campfire and telling stories together into the night.
However, that's all on the side and isn't gonna make or break the game either way. You don't play Pikmin for the story or characters, you play Pikmin because the puzzle solving of trying to do everything as efficiently as possible is addictive. Pikmin has never been a social sim, so a good story/characters are just a bonus rather than a necessity. However, I also think that kid of thinking is part of why I find Pikmin 3 so unmemorable. Of course, the game being fun in itself is a great point, but if the game is too easy, and the characters aren't relatable, then I probably won't have any lasting memories of it.
But I'm pretty hopeful for this game.
#gbunny writes#pikmin 4#spoilers#hopefully this'll be it for a little bit#i think i've got everything out of my system#now i just gotta wait a month for the game to actually come out#anyway i'm talking a lot of shit about the P3 fellas#but i don't hate them#i just don't like them more than the hocotatians who came before them#and i'm liking the new varied cast much more#the problem with P3's leaders is that the hidden depths to their characters are SUPER buried in the end of day notes#since the game is so easy#you're likely to always hit a story beat at the end of every day#so you're not gonna get the 'misc' diaries#like did you know that alph is into poetry and has several poems he can read at the end of the day?#i didn't until i read it on the wiki#things like that just don't come up in the main game most of the time#and since i didn't experience it myself#i just don't have high opinions of the P3 crew#the addition of the piklopedia in deluxe probably helped that a little#but i just couldn't bring myself to get that game twice#so i dunno if i'd feel differently if i'd played that version
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I have no true break from school, or no break long enough to do any digital art/ anything more complicated than quick paper scribbles except on December 21th, 22th, 23th... The only free days I have left in this year. (And Christmas is spent with family, as you probably guessed. But right after Christmas is over I immediately need to focus on school again). I will have no time during January as well. (I'm not even trying to get the best grades! I'M TRYING TO PASS!!!)
It sucks, it's not like I've abandoned this blog or art, or my stories/ characters- which I have been thinking and making notes on all this time, rewriting bits, changing things... Some of the art posts here are outdated now, even!
But I don't have time... It's so frustrating.
I'll try reblogging here and there, but other than that, nothing.
#text#November; December and January are going to be absolute hell man#I don't know what it'll be like after January; but I really don't have high hopes#I'm not being pessimistic about that- I know it won't be pretty. but how ugly I don't know yet.#'What about your weekends?'#studying. studying studying studying.#and homework#and presentations.#hell on earth#'don't you have holiday during Christmas?'#well yes. but actually no. I also have to study even then#Like I said. I'm not trying to write good grades. I'm trying to PASS...#I have to wake up at 6 in the morning . and I get home at 6 in the evening#except on Fridays; where school ends earlier. then I can catch up on my homework#I have no time...#I REALLY need to think what I'll spent creating on those 3 days. I have to plan this ahead#Mmmmh...#I have so much lore to share. and concepts I want to explore and am developing whenever I can afford to note something down#But I can't. Not yet at least#somehow gotta cram those developments into those 3 days.#I can't even rest properly without the anxiety of school creeping in. Grrr
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"they have two hands, why can't they share"
i hate this line
so.. so much
it shows up on my dash or in tags or replies on my own shit sometimes and i simply Need to Vent
because not everyone likes that?? because not everyone is comfortable with that?? because they simply don't want to?? because it's a panic trigger based on real life experiences?? because *insert reason that’s none of your business / not that deep / other here*??
it doesn't matter how "cutely" you phrase it or how easy peasy lemon squeezy it seems to you, multishipping for a character / including a character in certain ot3 combinations (and sometimes ot3's in general) can be a hard fucking No for some people. it can, in fact, be stressy depressy lemon zesty. it can even be negative lemon anything.
the 'why' isn't actually anyone's business, the reason shouldn’t matter anyway, as long as they aren't attacking you for your ships why do you care, and if you want certain content then make it.
“they have two hands-” yep and both are in use, holding the two hands their partner also has, or perhaps squishing their cheeks because they are cute, or cupping their face gently like the softest scene in a hurt/comfort fic. leave people alone
#my ships are my comfort blankets in a way or like.. a gift someone gave me that means a lot to me and someone fucking with it upsets me#for me most (if not all) of my main ships are like stucky - they're two people who CANNOT be paired with someone else#there are ships i like that are more mix-up-able and there are some ot3's i like - some that don't panic trigger#but mostly....#this pretty strictly applies to fictional characters only btw#like unless you're trying to get me to change or add to my own real life relationship for some reason#THAT would make me uncomfortable and panicked. it would also be weird and - depending on who you are - i'd bite you#but yeah. throwing that note onto the end of this mess before someone wants to say i have something against real people living#their lives in ways that don't affect me.#yeah okay a type of relationship is sometimes a panic trigger for me. doesn't mean i'm gonna be a jackass about it#WHEN IT APPLIES TO REAL PEOPLE#fictionally however- ship and let ship always but that's gotta go both ways#my anxiety is really high about posting this but if i don't i will explode bc this has really been pissing me off for ages and i try not to#bitch too much about shit like this bc ik its not really a big deal to most people but i am not most people. i am a new worse kind of person#maison speaks
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I was looking at how many hours I have in Cookie Clicker on Steam (273 hours) and I was thinking, wow, that really is a lot, how did I do so many hours in a single year? And then, out of curiosity, I went to check my hours in Splatoon 3. Of which only came out 4 almost 5 months ago. 270 hours. And hell, it's theoretically possible that I could have more hours in Splatoon 3, as the Switch only updates the hours every 5 hours. So Splatoon 3 could be at 274.9 hours for all I know. Also I have 1,000 hours in Splatoon 2 so lmfao.
But it's just, so wild to me. Because like. Especially when I try to compare it to a game that I played a lot between 2017 and 2020, a game of which at the time was the most time I put into any game. A game that at certain points I was playing every single day. That felt like I was dedicating so much of my time towards..... It only has 210 hours. (The game was osu! btw for anyone curious)
#My hours in Splatoon 3 aren't even as high as they could've been. Started doing work ~1 month after Splatoon 3 came out#(I don't technically do many hours/days of work but I get stuck in “waiting” mode a lot. Of which can start Days before I gotta go to work)#And I'd also probably play a lot more Splatoon if chronic pain wasn't an issue#I feel like it's especially of note that I had 100 hours before the end of September. So yeah lmfao#Iron text
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Stupid new job making me sit through a five hour zoom “orientation”..sugar coated cookie cut business propaganda.. Hell on Earth
#Text Post#Mine#Been AWOL recently because I'm starting a new 'high end' job at a hospital#and they've been giving me wierd ass schedules and making me go out of my way just to apply RIP#Now they spring this on me...spouting out a false history of healthcare and circle jerking themselves over the hospital's business model#Healthcare and the evolution of medicine is one of my major special interest and I'm CRINGING their info is sooo biased and fake!!#My own medical issues (that I hate to mitigate and lie about to even APPLY) and my sense of social justice is SCREAMING HeLPPp#And I have SO many inside sources in this hospital so I'm picking up on ALL the lies and taking notes aldjskf#This hospital basically owns the local government though#I'm really just here for the beaucoup job benefits - need insurance gotta' bite my tongue but its so hard lsdhlfvl#stupid stupid stUPID
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tik tok ruined me but not in the sense that you might think, but in that now i cant think of certain things/listen to certain sounds without thinking about particular <1 min video that uses or references it and then am forced to sift through the 2k tik toks i saved during the 18 months i was active on the app to relive the silly little video that has apparently made its way into the fabric of my soul and brain
#post inspired by listening to september and thinking about a tik tok of this guy who starts playing the song#and then he scrambles to hook his saxophone to the strap or w/e so that he can (assumingly) play along when the horns come in#but when the horns reach that harmony/high note right before the vocals he absolutely destroys that note (derogatory)#with a high pitched and ear-splitting squeal coming from the saxaphone#this is why i cannot go on the app bc too many of those videos end up as core memories and then I have to sit through a day at work...#thinking about goddamn shaggy x jfk or lord puebes or the guy who created a gen z version of drift away (which I can sing perfectly btw)#a more notable one is a vid of a guy dancing (twerking more like it) as the camera goes around him to a mash up of viva la vida by coldplay#and another hip hop/rap song that i don't know#and they keep playing viva la vida at work and each time it plays I expect the other song's verses to come in and i get Disappointed#honestly the worst part about this is that then i need to explain to someone why I'm laughing/need to fill them in as to my thoughts#whether or not they asked for it#and then i spend an hour or more digging for the video#ANYWAYS#now i gotta change my sheets and shower in 40 min#mcdeaks speaks#also before i post the lord puebes video and the shaggy x jfk video are peak lmk if i should share them
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Many years ago, I was wandering around downtown Ottawa with my best friend. We ran into a friend of his who offered us some hash (it sucked), then said there was a really good house party nearby if we wanted to go. We were like, yeah, sure. So that's how we ended up at some completely fucking random person's house.
I look around to ask if my friend knows anyone here and he's simply gone, as is his friend. And this isn't some red solo cup hangout; this is a party. There's people counting out pills on the kitchen counter. I am clearly neither as cool nor as drug-savvy as the kitchen people, so I back away and instead wander aimlessly into the living room, which seems to give off more of a chill vibe.
A bunch of people are seated in a circle on the floor. One of them is fiddling with a big wad of newspaper or something. A really cute grunge girl with piercings and tattoos scoots aside to make room for me, so I sit down.
"What's that," I ask her, gesturing at the newspaper wad.
She gets a really big smile on her face. You know the smile. It's the I'm About To Watch This Innocent Soul Get High As Fuck smile. "You've never smoked a tulip?"
"What's a tulip?" I ask.
"It's like if a joint was also a bong," she replies. "You gotta try it."
"Alright," I reply, a little uncertainly. This will not be my first encounter with weed. I am more comfortable with the janky newspaper bong than I am with whatever the fuck is going on in the kitchen. Besides, this girl is really cute and I would like to have a friend here now that my existing friend has turned into vapor or been transported to the Upside-Down or whatever the hell happened to him.
I watch as one person holds the newspaper joint-bong upright and holds a lighter over the top while another gets beneath it, tilting their head back to take a puff. Apparently smoking this Cheech & Chong monstrosity is a two-person job.
"Oh," I say, looking at the fist-sized knob at the top of the wonky newspaper joint. "Yeah, it does kinda look like a tulip." Grunge girl smiles at me.
I watch as the tulip is passed around the circle, along with the lighter, and hits are cooperatively taken. It reaches grunge girl, who takes a huge puff and holds it for an extended moment before exhaling an impressive blast of smoke. She smiles expectantly and holds the tulip up for me, preparing to spark the gigantic meteor of dank that makes up its tip. By this point I have completely forgotten about my missing friend. I only care about making a good impression on grunge girl. I tilt my head back and hit the tulip like a smokestack.
It is the following morning. I am sleeping between a couch and a wall. I'm not positive that this is the same house I was just in. My memories are gone. Someone is yelling at me: "dude! Dude! Wake up, dude!"
I sit up. My mouth tastes like cigarettes. I do not smoke cigarettes. "Wha," I ask the yelling man, who I am quite confident I have never met before in my life.
"We're going on a quest," he tells me, gravely. "You have to come with us."
I look around. Neither my friend nor his friend are anywhere in sight. I also do not see grunge girl anywhere. I shrug helplessly. "Okay."
We embark from this house. I learn that the destination of this quest is Tim Horton's. This is a relief to me, as coffee and a donut sounds really fucking good right now. Somehow, the route to Tim Horton's takes us past the Governor-General's residence, which everyone else in the group loudly heckles on the way past. I do not know what the Governor-General has done to raise their ire, nor do I particularly care. I trudge along with my hands in my pockets, pleased to note that I still have my wallet, phone, and keys. I fervently wish that I could remember anything about last night. Maybe I talked to grunge girl. Maybe she's why my mouth tastes like cigarettes. The tulip tasted nothing like cigarettes.
I am asked about my politics. I voice my frustrations with corporate corruption, the pay-to-win electoral system, the lack of transparency and accountability. This is met with great approval. The guy who was yelling at me claps me on the back. I get the impression that we became friends last night. I don't recognize his face. I do not know his name and he definitely does not know mine. I behave as though we're friends anyway. We are comrades on a quest.
By the time we make it to Tim Hortons, the gaggle of stoners I'm walking with have all run out of energy and/or attention span. People order snacks and break away in pairs or solo, to call for rides or plan the day's events or just vegetate and wait for the drugs to leave their systems. I look around and find that my nameless friend has also gone to the Upside-Down. As I wash the cigarette taste out of my mouth with coffee, I unsuccessfully try to remember whether I saw grunge girl smoking tobacco at any point. I remember nothing. That tulip was so fucking powerful that it instantly sent me a whole day forward in time.
Alone in the city, I try to call my best friend and get no answer. I walk to the nearest bus stop, catch a bus most of the way home, and call up my parents to ask for a ride back. They ask where my friend is. I tell them that I have no idea; we went to a house party and I don't remember anything else.
When they pick me up from the bus station, they ask me some very safe, nonspecific questions, and seem to relax when I describe what little I can remember. It isn't until years later that I realize they were probably terrified I'd gotten rufied or something, and were so relieved to learn otherwise that they didn't even bother chiding me for smoking myself unconscious in an effort to impress a strange woman. In any case, they were probably happy to find out that I did, in fact, like girls; I suspect they had been privately wondering whether I was gay.
After getting home, I finally manage to get my best friend to answer his phone. I discover that he tried the kitchen pills, spent most of the night crossing the entire city on foot, and crashed at his cousin's house. He sounds like shit. I tell him that he should have tried the tulip, instead. He fervently agrees with me.
I never see grunge girl again.
That's okay, though. She got to see a clueless stranger get fucked the entire way up on some ungodly strain of giga-weed, and I got smiled at by a cute girl, and then I got to go on a quest. Wherever grunge girl is, I hope she's happy. I hope she's smoking the fattest fucking blunt and smiling as some kid passes out behind a couch.
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gonna be honest. i had a harder time w the kingdom of coronas boss than everything in the late game so far and i dont know how to feel abt that
#like u do Not want to know how many tries that boss took me but i just beat both the larxene/marluxia fight and replitwo/xigbat fight#in less than a dozen each ??????#i rememer seeing a video where someone said that theres actually a capped amount of damage that u take/can deal#in kh2#so i wonder if kh3 is the same ? bc everything should be one shotting me at this point#altho it is funny doing lvl 1 crit with that ez code that triples damage for everyone bc then everything DOES just kill u#and ive been playing with that until now bc im not that much of a masochist#fighting xigbar and replitwo at once is so funny tho. literally just spam attack at xigbar and neither can touch u#bc xigbars always in the air and replitwo cant aim that high. its great#side note. if/when i ever get the confidance i rly wanna write smth where Repliku survives somehow or comes back or whatever#and ends up in twilight town..#both for repliroku reasons bc i gotta keep what little brand i have#but also bc the part in the novel where they go there in com to fight riku.. i think theyd like it there :]#kh
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could you do finnick odair giving you head? i loved your last fanfic!
of course! thank you so much <3
forbidden fruit | f. odair
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summary: finnick was your mentor; intimacy was strictly prohibited. but he just couldn’t help but succumb to your sweet taste. in the training centre, no less.
pairing: finnick odair x reader
warnings: oral (fem receiving), fingering, orgasm, finnick is a swallower!!!, swearing, kinda exhibitionism
notes: i just know finnick would be like a god at giving head. sorry it was a bit short; i had another wip going on as well. definitely enjoyed writing this though ;)
word count: 1.3k
This was wrong. So very wrong. Finnick was supposed to be your mentor. You were supposed to be doing one-on-one training. But, God, if you said having his tongue lapping between your thighs felt anything but perfection, you would be lying to yourself.
“Oh,” you breathed out. “Fuck, Finnick.”
His muscular arm had swung your leg over his shoulder, allowing him even deeper access to devour you against the wall of the empty Training Centre gymnasium. The lower half of your body had been stripped bare; your clothes discarded to the floor by the man kneeling beneath you.
He traced tight circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue, only stopping to suction his mouth around it and suck. A cacophony of shocked cries and desperate moans left your mouth. You should have known he would be able to make you feel this good. He had a wicked smile and a wicked mouth that could do filthy things.
Teeth nipped gently at your clit, causing your hips to jerk forward with a startled gasp. “Oh my God.”
Finnick removed his head from between your thighs, peering up at your expression with sinful sea-green eyes. Your mouth was slightly agape, brows were drawn together, and cheeks were flushed with a warm pink. His chin and lips were drenched with your juices. He really was devouring you whole.
“Gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” he purred, pressing a kiss to the tender flesh of your inner thigh. “I know it feels good but…” His lips trailed up your thigh, getting closer to the place you needed him most. “…we wouldn’t want anyone to find you like this, would we?”
Oh, you knew what would happen if they did. However dangerous the consequences might have been, the idea of someone walking in on Finnick with his face buried in your pussy was exhilarating. Downright arousing.
You weren’t even sure how you ended up in this situation. One minute, you two were practicing hand-to-hand combat and the next, his tongue was exploring your body as you cried out his name in pleasure.
“I’ll be quiet. I—” Suddenly, his tongue was dragging from your soaking hole to the peak of your clit. “Promise.”
Your hand flew to your mouth, dampening the pleasured noises that threatened to escape. Another hand dropped into his hair, fingers interweaving with the messy bronze strands as you tugged him closer. He groaned into your pussy, sending a wave of euphoric vibrations through your body, stimulating the muscles in your stomach that pleaded for a release.
“Sweet girl. Taste so good,” his voice muffled into your skin.
Your heart fluttered at his praise.
And then, before you could even think, Finnick had pulled your other leg over his shoulder, holding you against the wall with pure muscle. He immediately continued his movements, leaving you only seconds to be baffled by his strength.
He flicked his tongue back and forth over your clit, his tongue rough in pressure and wild with speed. Tears were forming in your eyes, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving you. Your stomach was tensing and caving uncontrollably; chest rising and falling with fast, uneven breaths.
Even Finnick seemed to be gaining gratification from getting you to your high, obvious in the frenzied enthusiasm and moans that vibrated against you.
Somehow, he had managed to shift your weight onto one shoulder and dropped a hand to your core. His finger teased at your entrance as he continued working your swollen sensitivity with his tongue. He sunk his long finger into your pussy, instantly curling upwards into that deep, heavenly spot that had you biting your palm and your eyes squeezing shut.
“Fuck!” you cried into your hand.
Multitasking wasn’t a problem for him. He sucked, lapped, and tongued, all while curling and pumping his finger in and out of your hole, knuckles probing at your inner walls as he did. Then he added another finger, and you could feel its effects deep within your stomach.
Clit being assaulted and dripping-wet hole stuffed, your orgasm came creeping into the light. It was building slowly. First to be affected was your mind—your thoughts were utterly immoral. You were light-headed and blood buzzed in your ears.
Next was your lower half. Your thighs clenched around Finnick’s head, hips grinding against his tongue which only encouraged him further on. Then your breaths became shallow, a whine or whimper occasionally escaping with each exhale.
His mouth left your heat, fingers still pumping. “Are you close, sweetheart?” he asked in that carefully crafted seductive voice of his. You nodded frantically, pushing his dishevelled hair from his forehead as he gazed up at you. “Let me hear.”
Your hand fell from your lips. “But you said—”
“Forget what I said.” He leaned into your heat, his words fanning warmth against your pussy. “I want to hear my name coming from that pretty mouth of yours as you come.” An unhindered broken moan echoed around the room as he forcefully plunged his fingers into that spot deep inside you. “That’s it, sweetheart.”
The sound of your pleasure filled the gymnasium. You couldn’t even think about the possibility of someone walking in. Not when a white-hot heat was consuming your entire being.
He returned to your throbbing clit, hungrily sucking it in his mouth as if he were tasting a foreign delicacy. The pressure of his suctioned mouth had the heat feverishly spreading around your body, filling you up before it had the chance to explode. And with another pump of his fingers, a blaze erupted in your stomach.
“Finnick!”
Your moans rose an octave, head falling back against the wall as you repeated his name and strings of curses over and over. Sparks trickled down your legs and to your toes. Immense pleasure crested over every inch of your pulsing body, rendering you immobile in Finnick’s arms. Still, he didn’t stop.
Unbeknownst to you, just the sound of you reaching your climax had him coming undone as well, groaning into your gushing slick as his cock twitched and spurted white ropes in his pants.
He licked a long stripe up your slit, collecting your juices with his tongue. Fuck, he had never tasted anything sweeter. Anything more delicious.
As the wave of bliss began to pass, your tensed body began to relax. Finnick noticed, slipping his fingers from your hole and removing his mouth from your overstimulated clit. He watched as your fatigued body started to crumple in on itself, thankfully having the right idea to help you off his shoulders.
He settled you onto his kneeling lap, creating a wet patch on his pants. Not that he cared—it kind of turned him on again.
You couldn’t even look him in the eyes. How were you supposed to face him after… that? Much to your discomfort, Finnick turned your head to face his with a finger. The dry one, of course. His eyes searched yours with a look you couldn’t quite describe. Worry? Anxiety?
“You regret it?” he asked.
It took you a moment to decide; ultimately, you shook your head. That was the most exhilarating thing you had ever experienced in your life. Saying anything else would be a lie.
He smiled.
“But we shouldn’t do it again,” you said softly.
“No…” he sighed, the smile dropping from his face. “But we will.”
And there it was again—that devilish smirk. You couldn’t resist returning it with a sheepish smile because you knew he was right. You would do it again.
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