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i had never heard of OFF before your account and am now stumbling into a gold mine of neat ideas and concepts for the first time. incredibly joyous!1!!1!!!! thats all i had to say. thank you for publishing your creations for the world to see
<:, ] that is my greatest joy....i am so incredibly happy to hear youve found something you ll grow to love(off has consumed my mind like a worm) through me...my one goal... what great joy to me as well, as you say.... :, D
#i hope off makes you prosper#spiritually or artiscally or philosophically or how ever : ]#it is an amzing piece of art#an experience even!#i cannot recommend it enough#i am incredibly happy to spread its word#sheesh im starting to sound liek the batter#regardles yay! off win
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imagine being the miya twins older sister who has had suna rintarou fully enamoured with your existence since he first met you at 15 years old.
he has tried to make many moves on you over the years to no avail; sneakily trying to place his arms around your shoulder before one of your brothers notice and throw the nearest object they can grab his way. not letting you carry anything while hes around, claiming how “youll never have to lift a finger again” if you give him a chance. hell, even dropping down to the floor to tie your shoelaces the second he realises the laces have come loose, taking his time to stand back up afterwards as he slowly rakes his eyes over your figure so he can fully take in every inch of you. every attempt of his to make you swoon for him is met with “sorry sweetheart, still not into minors” and a small ruffle of his hair which gives him a dopey smile. you would think he would start to back off eventually but to your dismay every rejection you have handed to him has just made his desire for you grow stronger - he takes your words as “try again when youre 18”
which is exactly what he does. on his 18th birthday his friends decide to throw him a massive party - being the twins chaperone you had to come along and when suna set his eyes on you, you knew there was no chance of you escaping his antics. you catch him glancing at you multiple times throughout the night before he gets pulled away by one of his guests, a disappointed look in his eyes every time he had to look away from you.
after a couple of hours you decide to step outside onto the balcony to catch some fresh air seeing as there was no sign of the party dying down anytime soon. you’re outside for maybe 5 minutes when you hear the door slide open, you already know who its going to be seeing as he has been trying to catch you alone all night, you turn around to finally face the boy and he looks as ecstatic as ever.
“happy birthday suna.” you swear you can see his soul leave his body the second those words leave your mouth, its not the first time youve said it to him tonight - youre not that cruel as to not wish the poor boy a happy birthday on his special day - but everything that comes out of your mouth looks like it sends him to heaven and back.
“thankyou yn, i appreciate you being here, but then again, i know you cant spend more that a week away from me because youre just so obsessed with me.”
“wow, am i that easy to read?” you chuckle along with him, noticing the way his gaze doesnt stray away from your face while you face forward, “so, how does it feel finally being legal?”
“incredible, it means you can finally give me a chance.” he doesnt miss the way you sigh at his words.
“suna we’v-“
“i know that we’ve been over this, but i don’t really think you mean it,” this gains an eye roll from you, “plus, my one wish when i blew out my candles was that you would give me a kiss.”
“really? well i guess your going to have to go without this year.”
“it was my birthday wish, youre not gonna deny me that are you?”
“yknow, if you tell your wish to someone it doesnt come true right?”
“yn…please,” his voice is barely above a whisper, he sounds desperate, “i have been waiting for three years, all i ask for is one kiss, just one.”
“i think youre forgetting that im 22 and you are freshly 18.”
“im still 18 though.”
“hm… you make a good point,” you see the way he perks up slightly at your evaluation, a hopeful look becoming more prominent in his eyes, “one kiss. let it be my official gift for the birthday boy.” you might have well as told him he had just one the lottery, anyone who walked past the sliding door would think you had due to the way his smile was so wide.
“thankyou” is all he can muster up before he is snaking his hand up your body and with a hand tangled up in your hair he leans down until his lips touch yours, you can feel the shit eating grin spread across his face as he gently moves his lips in sync with yours, pulling away slightly to whisper “best birthday ever” before leaning back in <3
#if you see and spelling mistakes no you dont#my suna brainrot is so strong atm#he is all of my thoughts 25/8#haikyuu#hq x you#haikyuu!!#hq imagines#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu headcanons#hq hcs#lav.posts♡#suna fluff#suna rintaro haikyuu#suna rintarou fluff#suna rintaro#haikyuu suna#hq suna#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintarō#suna x reader#suna x y/n#suna imagines#suna rintaro x you
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hey, you don’t have to answer this at all, I just want you to read it. I have been following you for only a few months now as I’ve only recently gotten back into the undertale fandom; but fuck that callout post. Fuck that callout post, fuck whoever’s is spreading it around and fuck whoever is harassing you for it. From what I’ve seen and heard, you are a very real and cool person, and all your analysis are banger as fuck, and it saddens me to see that people are trying to push you out of this fandom because you believe harassment is bad.
I think it’s incredibly insane how the game about being pacifist, and being kind, even when people are flawed has such a toxic fandom as this - and its not toxic because of the ships. Or the fanfics. Or the porn. Its toxic because people keep trying to push and hurt those who make such content, and it scares everyone else into a strict line and if you dare to even step a foot out by simply going “I don’t want people to be told to kill themselves”, you are the #1 enemy. This fandom is fucking scary, and I am so sorry you have become a target of it. You are in my thoughts, and I pray that this blows over relatively easy for you. <3 you are a great person and whoever thinks otherwise is a miserable, jealous wrench.
awww HAHAHA you're sweet, that's very thoughtful of you. no need for hopes and prayers, just a fucking break from it all a word of kindness was enough. I've had a few nasty anons claiming that the fandom "doesn't need someone like me" which are just hilarious. half this fandom isn't even about its source material, i promise to you I don't care what the Great Undertale Fandom needs. I make my art for myself and write my analysis for myself and my friends, and i know for a fact that they made people happy. people who were moved by it, who were pushed to think more critically about stories at my prompting, and who just plainly had a laugh. i know because they reached out to thank me for it. if I'm on here for anyone other than myself, those are the people I'm here for
this was always just a shitty little hole for an opinionated asshole, but it sure had a larger, more positive impact on the people around me than anyone currently trying to crawl up my ass. that's enough for me
#it's not even just people who make problematic content that get bodied it's literally anyone and anything for any reason#I've literally never drawn or written anything that even approaches what these ppl deem ''problematic''#the terrible horrible crime of minding my business.... alas poor biscia#answered asks#but like i said thank you for the kind words#I'm kinda used to it at this point. people will be stupid
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Alastor x Sewing!Reader pt.2
Chapter 3
You and Alastor crossed the threshold of the door and as soon as the blanket of darkness took you both over, you shivered.
"You must be freezing Y/N!" Alastor said pulling away.
"Huh? Oh no I am quite alright. It is just a couple of blocks to my place." You countered to the best of your abilities but your actions put no truth into your words. You brought your arms around you in a hug as an involuntary shiver spread throughout your body.
"Well," Alastor chuckled, "if it is just a couple of blocks my dear then I suppose I will be 'quite alright' as well." Alastor reached over his shoulders bending down slightly to wrap you in his coat.
"Thank you," you said going back to his arm.
"Anything for you" he said with a satisfied grin on his face.
You two walked back to your shop in a comfortable silence. You owned the building on top of your shop and lived there. It worked well because you saved time from the commute and were not paying for two separate areas in town. Walking together, you took notice of Alastor's coat around you. Different seams were tearing and there were plenty of holes in the lining. Safety pins that proved the illusion of a well fitting jacket poked at you with each step. 'How on earth is this comfortable' you thought to yourself. The shoulder pads shifted slightly with each step as they weren't stitched down.
"I broadcast at the end of this road." Alastor broke the silence recognizing where you both were as the sewing store came into view. Why didn't he ever take notice of your shop?
"Do you now? Who would have guessed we worked so close to one another and have never crossed paths" you chimed knowing its because you liked the comfort of your home.
"Thank you for walking me home Alastor" you continued incredibly grateful for the gesture.
"Of course darling. Do you need anything else from me tonight?"
"Just for you to get home safe"
"I will. Only because you were pleasant company tonight and I look forward to seeing you again." He ended the night the way it began, a simple gentle kiss to the back of your hand.
"Why thank you doll, you're just as charming as your voice on the broadcast. Safe travels- I'll see you again." With that you waved him goodbye, a smile plastered on your face. He was just the sweetest thing to you!
Alastor made it halfway home realizing you still had his coat. 'No worries' he thought. He would just pick it up Monday on his way home from work. He was content with the night, happy a nice person such as yourself was home safe and likely tucked away sleeping.
However, as soon as Alastor was out of your view, you got to work. Sure you had the next two days to get the coat returned to Alastor but you were excited for the project. Immediately you went to your sewing tables and flipped the blazer inside out. This made it easier to see what you were working with. There was a large tear in the lining in the back middle seam. The waist was pinched by bent safety pins on both the left and right sides as well as the back to create a tailored appearance. There were rips in the armpits causing the lining to tear away and multiple inner seams were torn.
It must have been difficult for Alastor to find properly fitting clothes with how tall and lean he was. If he sized down things would be too short on his long body so sizing up and altering the appearance was his only option.
The best way to fix his coat would be to tear out and replace the lining. It needed to be taken in at the waist and armpits and the sleeves needed to be hemmed a slight amount. Getting to work, you took your supply of old flour bags and started to trace a pattern. Cheap fabric could be difficult to come by so you offered discounts to anyone who would bring you the fabric for flour bags.
The new lining was made out of a heavier duty material rather than the cheap fabric already in the suit that could hardly hold a stitch without ripping. It took a while between all the cutting and stitching but you had the lining fit and sewed into the suit. Getting ready to hem and tailor the the coat, the sun started to peer through your blinds clearly curious about your work. Being focused in your work wasn't anything new, often times you were unable to sleep when you got a new project idea in your head.
Deciding to take a break, you headed upstairs. While getting ready; changing your clothes and washing your face, just doing the daily fixings you put a cup of coffee on the burner and set some breakfast in the oven to warm up. Once finished you headed down the stairs to open your shop and get started for the day.
You had Alastor's coat to finish- which now would take half an hour at most now that the hard part was out of the way. The blanket needed to be done this weekend and a few pants and dresses to hem. Next week you would start preparing for Mimzy's dress order.
A/N Hi everyone! Sorry this is short. I have been writing out all the parts to this story and then typing them all! I intend for this story to get pretty long and will be asking for some opinions soon! Thank you for reading!!
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠヽ｀ . 100 WITH KIKOHAO ( •͈ ꒡ •͈ )
i am extremely happy to note that i've reached 100 follows on here! its an incredible milestone for me to reach so many followers in just less than a month after restarting my dead account <3
i am genuinely really happy that i've decided to write again, and, especially for my ults, seventeen. i may start writing for other groups but seventeen will always, and forever, be my top priority in both writing, and just in general <3
so, now, after all the sentimental-ness, i'll be having 2 mini events :)
event 1; closed!!
send an ask mentioning an intro about yourself (it can be very short, or very detailed!) where you can mention your interests/hobbies and anything else that comes to mind!
after, i'll be shipping you with a member from the group (i'll include why i ship you with them, how they'll be, etc etc)
you can send the asks on/off anon :)
event 2; closed!!
send an ask with a member of choice and any quote of choice (no smut) and i'll write a fic/drabble having about 200-1k words depending on the quote and inspiration. [some quote references if you want 🐬 🎀 💐 🐸 💌 💥 🌱 🧸 these are just examples, feel free to send me your own <3 ]
feel free to add some thoughts/ideas/pictures/songs along with it :)
if you would like to spread the word about this event, feel free to reblog <3
i haven't yet thought about how long this event will be but let's see how it'll go !! :D
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Crossfire —–✈︎ 5
Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x F!Reader | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4
Word Count: 6,165
Summary: Exhausted and emotionally spent, the completion of your grueling assignment meant getting to return home and some well deserved rest. You’ve not even made it to American soil before you’re faced with one of the most intense conversations you’ve ever had. Along with most memorable one.
Content Warning: This is a successor to the first parts, please read that first! || This story will have TopGun: Maverick plot line elements to it and will possibly spoil the movie for you. Please be aware. This - and all of my stories - is 18+. By continuing to read you agree that you are 18 or older and that any content you come across is by your own decision. || HEY!! THIS HAS SMUT!! So if you’re under 18 pleaseeee go away. (cw: unprotected sex, oral f receiving, fingering, consensual creampie, generally sappy shit.)
Author Note: This has been the most challenging part of this story by far, while also being the final part of this story. I have grown so incredibly close to these two and I adore them with everything in me, so I am beyond happy to see them get their happy ending. I want to thank you all for reading and engaging and sharing and generally being wonderful!! I hope you love it. This may not be the last we see of Moon and Rooster, but for now, we say see you later. Thanks everyone :) xx
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After some incredibly long debriefs, and some exuberant celebrations, the team is finally dismissed with the successful completion of their mission.
Successful. Goal achieved. No losses.
Well, you were down two F-18s, but that was far less important than the pilots that flew them, one of them who was currently sitting in front of you, laughing with one of your squadron members.
Maverick and Rooster managed to get out with minimal injuries, save for a few cuts and bruises and incredibly sore muscles. Nothing a little R&R couldn’t fix. Which the Navy was all too familiar with - as evidenced by their 2 months of paid time off they’d gifted all of you.
You were state-bound again, but your flights to return to the US weren’t for at least another 18 hours, which meant you all got complimentary hotel stays in actual beds. You’d never been so excited for a hotel bed. The running joke was that the Navy cheaped out on their beds and that they were all made of recycled cardboard and you were inclined to believe them. They had absolutely no cushion and were the tiniest things you’ve seen.
As soon as you arrive at the hotel room, you fall face down onto the white comforter, a sigh leaving you. A slow roll onto your back as you spread out on the king bed. You couldn’t wait to get back to the states and back to New Mexico. Your apartment off base was just beckoning to you. You missed the comfort of it, it marked your civilian life and it was just out of reach. Before you can doze off in your NWUs, the door is knocked on, causing you to pout as you speak. “I’m going to bed, leave me alone.” You huff, only to hear the voice on the other side of the door.
“You probably haven’t even changed into your pajamas. Open up,” a voice calls, muffled by the door.
Begrudgingly, you get up, pulling your hair from its tight confines as you do so. You take a second to glance at the peephole, seeing Rooster on the other side of the door, backpack still on his shoulder, standing impatiently.
“What’s the password?” A smirk comes over your features, giggling as he changes his stance.
“I want to get to my room so open the door?” He’s clearly not in the mood, but you choose to push his buttons a little more.
“That’s a really long password.” You retort, “Which means it’s not the password. Try again.”
His head hangs back as he looks at the ceiling, hand playing with the hair on his upper lip. Finally, he lets out a chuckle. “Ukulele.”
With a giggle you shake your head, unlocking the door. “That wasn’t the password, I just want to stop standing.” You confess, letting him in and shutting the door. “Though, that’s a very… specific word you chose.” An eyebrow raises looking toward him as he turns to face you. His pack is still on his shoulders, his own room key in hand.
Rooster yawns, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, “It’s my safeword, so I would hope it’s specific.”
You were in the middle of taking a sip of water when he answered you, leaving you in a small fit of coughs, having nearly choked on the liquid at his response. You tilt your head back, keeping your airway clear as you begin a slight laugh.
“You gonna survive?” He taunts, a smile making its way to your face when you see his matching one, still coughing.
“You’re an ass.” It’s not serious by any means, since it’s paired with a laugh as you fall back to the bed again. “What did you so desperately need from me that you had to interrupt my bedtime routine?” You lean back on your arms, witnessing his expression on his face change to one of contemplation.
He takes a moment but looks around the room as he answers. “I left my phone charger on the ship, I was hoping you had an extra.” A nod, you’re quickly getting up to move to your personal backpack, starting to rifle through the bag to find the spare you had.
“You would forget it.” You tease, pulling things out left and right, setting them on the floor, digging and digging. “How was the flight back for you?” In an attempt to fill the quiet, you’re making small talk, trying desperately to find this stupid cord.
“I don’t know, I slept the whole way back.” There’s an exhausted tone to him, which makes a pang of worry run through you. You’re positive that having been through what he had couldn’t have been fun or easy by any means. A hum in agreement, you encourage him to keep speaking as you shift to your clothing bag, trying to find the damn thing. “I also think I had a kid kicking my seat the whole time. Well that or it was Seresin.” An audible laugh comes from you at his words.
“Sure, sure, he would do anything to get on your nerves.” A sigh leaves you as you continue to dig out and around in your bag, getting annoyed. “I know I had it here somewhere-“
“Moon, if you can’t find it it’s fine, I’ll grab one tomorrow.” He waves it off, turning slowly in the direction of the door.
After everything this man’s been through in the last 48 hours, you have to have something for him. “Here wait,” grabbing his attention, you snag the cord that’s charging your phone on the nightstand. You pull the cord base from the USB port, and the other end from your phone. “Take this. My phone got charged on the flight back so I don’t need it tonight.”
He approaches with slow steps, shifting the bag from his shoulders and onto the floor as you offer the cord in an extended arm. Rooster gives you a wary look, cautiously reaching for it.
“Are you sure?” He’s hesitant, looking at the object before meeting your eyes,”What if your parents try to call you?” A weak smile fills your face while guilt simultaneously reaches your gut.
“Don’t worry about it.” The answer is so soft, as reassuring as you can be. Hazel eyes are cautious as he picks it from your possession, his fingertips just barely grazing the palm of your hand. You nearly retreat your hand out of surprise, but are carefully hiding the feeling that ran through you when he did so.
“Thanks…” He’s slow to turn to pick up his bag again, only before slowly standing up, the bag still on the ground. You were about to clean up the mess you made while looking for the charger, but his slow actions have caught your focus. Rooster turns again, quickly making eye contact.
Neither of you say anything for a few moments. You watch his eyes as he fully returns to his complete upright stance, the two of you standing like towers. It’s not long after that you are finally deciding to speak.
“Goodnight-”
“I can’t take this.”
The words overlap, which makes your brows furrow. “No, I insist, my phone will be fine for-”
“I’m not talking about the cord, Moon. I mean, I do need it, and will be taking it,” A laugh accompanies his words as he takes a step in front of you, “I’m talking about the…” Rooster struggles to find the words, leaving you to offer a noun to fill in the blank.
“Predicament we’re in?” You finish the sentence for him, seeing the small grin on his face.
“Yeah, that.” He agrees as his hand drops to his side again. Both of you linger in the still once again before he’s disrupting the quiet. “I’m sorry.”
Your eyes widen at the words and you shake your head, “No, no, I’m the one who should be sorry, and I am. Sorry. That is.” Instinctually, you‘re reaching for his bicep to reassure him, leaving him to reach up and take the hand from his arm. For a moment, you think you’ve done the complete opposite of comforting him, but it’s far from the truth, watching as he gingerly takes it into his own, his fingers wrapping around it with care.
“I’m still sorry. For avoiding you.” Rooster’s gaze drops to your hand, almost avoiding your eyes as he speaks. “It wasn’t because I didn’t forgive you.” You are confused, which you’re sure is written all over your face, but he’s quick to provide an explanation. “I didn’t.. I didn’t want to distract you anymore.”
Every muscle that was tight in you seems to release, as though he’d broken the lock you had attached to them. “Roost…” Your hand is shifting to fit more comfortably in his own so that you can grip onto it in an effort to show more than you would tell.
As he moves his head, his own voice shakes, “If I was unintentionally distracting you the last few weeks, the last thing you needed was a distraction during the uranium mission. I wasn’t going to risk..”
His breath catches, making him take a deep one to steady himself. There’s a tug on your hand as he pulls it to his lips, kissing the knuckles that have a strong grip on his own hand while his eyes close. You close the small bit of space between you both, searching his face for everything you could find. His eyes are still closed, but you spot it, the smallest tear blazing a path down his cheek, over the scars that live there. Carefully, you’re reaching up and wiping it from his skin, witnessing hazel eyes open once again. They’re wet, quickly blinking back the moisture threatening to spill over delicate lashes. Your eyes sting near instantly and you look up at him as your heart nearly breaks all over again.
“I nearly lost you.” It’s your voice that says it and you can tell by the way that he loses his composure, he’s been holding back. He doesn’t hesitate to pull you to his embrace, tight arms around you again.
“I didn’t even know I had you.” His chin buries its way into your shoulder, both of you gripping onto each other, too scared to move, terrified to let go.
The quiet that once held your breath captive now ushers a comforting tranquility for the both of you. A moment to mourn, to completely dissolve your fears, knowing that the danger has passed. For now.
Over time, his grip on you weakens, carefully pulling away to cup your face in his hands. “I can’t leave this room without being honest with you, Moon.” With a desperate need to keep your touch on him, you’re letting your fingers wrap around his wrists, blinking back tears still. As they fall, he’s carefully pushing them off your cheekbones before they can get very far. “I absolutely hated your guts when you walked into the hangar that day.”
“Tread very carefully, Roost.” You warn with an amused smirk, which he’s duplicated on those handsome features of his.
“I wanted nothing to do with you, and I had no plans of distracting you. I tried to keep away from you but the pull you’ve got on me is just too strong.” He’s unmoving, eyes in a stronghold with yours. “Any hate that I had towards you has changed into respect, admiration and adoration instead.”
“You adore me?” A wild smile appears at his admission, leaving him to direct your chin upwards again.
“With every fiber of my being. I love you. I adore you. I need you.” His touch on your chin is light, his thumb brushing over the same spot reassuringly before you float a whisper into the air.
“This is usually where people would kiss.. I mean-” You’re beginning to mock him, his grip on your chin moving to take a hold of your jaw, pulling you closer in one swift movement. His lips are the key to unwinding you in every tense portion of your body. A soft and delicate juxtaposition to the sharp and scratchy feeling of his facial hair as you get comfortable in your stance. You melt as his other hand is gingerly finding a home on your hip, rolling to the small of your back. It’s comfortable there, until he’s using it as leverage to invite you to take a step closer.
Your eyes move from their initial half-hooded state to close completely as he draws nearer towards you. Rooster’s large hand has traveled up from your jaw to cup your cheek, fingers soft over the sensitive skin under your ear. You shift as his fingertips gloss over the spot, which he hones in on, creating even more delicate touches as he glides his tongue over your teeth. The smallest sound leaves you as he starts to make a circle on your skin, an inevitable smirk forming on his already busy lips, making a mess out of it. It’s this that makes you begin to giggle yourself, hands gliding down the back of his head down to the nape of his neck as both of you catch your breath for a moment.
“What are you giggling about, miss thing?” He asks tauntingly, making you open your eyes ever so briefly. They’re near slits as you find his features. You push back some hair floating over his forehead before replying.
“You. You’re just… smirky.” A shrug as Rooster starts to sway the two of you as you stand there.
“Smirky? Is that even a word?” He retorts, happily letting his lips press to your cheek, the hair on his upper lip tickling you.
“Does it really matter?” You whine with no real seriousness toward the matter.
“Not one bit.” In a single swift movement, he’s pulled his hand to guide your jaw back towards his to kidnap your lips in a tender kiss. It’s as though he’s trying to escape with you, pull your senses towards this moment and only this moment. The touch he holds on your jaw is lightening with each lapse of his lips, his hand on the small of your back playing with the hem of your pants, just barely dipping into the fabric. He smells like his Old Spice and something else.. You’re not entirely sure what it is, but in the next deep breath you take, you recognize it. It’s the salt from the California air. It’s trapped into his clothes - his pores, one of the two, and it brings you back to the beaches the two of you had hidden on. It reminds you of the night you realized you were falling for him.
Now, you’re here, in a foreign country with cold air from the AC blowing over your neck as Rooster pulls your hair out of the way, his lips blazing a trail there. He’s tilting your chin out of the way to get better access to the area along your neck, carefully making a delicate trail of red paving stones on your skin. His breath is hot, keeping your body temp up despite the cool chill of the room. Rooster’s hands have dropped to your waist, hands carefully pulling at the hem of your shirt that’s tucked tightly into the waistband of your pants, which makes you stop him, careful hands gripping his wrists when you do.
When he notices your withdrawal, he is distancing himself, looking at you with a worried look. “What’s going on baby?” It’s the softest whisper, and the new name floods through your veins like some sort of drug, making your heart race even harder.
“I nearly lost you once in the last week… I don’t want this to change us to the point that I lose you again, even worse this time.” There’s fear driving your thoughts. With such a close call, you’re not sure what you’d do if you lost him - in any capacity. As a friend, as a coworker: as a lover. A soothing touch comes to you in the form of the back of his hand, gently gliding over your cheek.
“I don’t want to lose you either, Moon.” He’s tapping your chin up to look him in the eye. “Not ever.” His hand slides back to that comfortable spot at the nape of your neck, leaving you to nuzzle into his hand once more.
“Then take me to bed, or lose me forever, Bradley.”
“Show me the way home, honey.”
He slinks to the edge of the bed, hands taking your own and pulling you toward him, legs parting to make room for you. You let your thumb trace over the scars on his skin, eyes meeting his hazel ones. There’s no doubt in them. No hesitancy, nor ingenuity. Sheer awe as you look down at him. His head tilts, keeping his eye contact with you as he presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist, hands carefully resting on your thighs. The hair prickles at your skin as his lips leave a wet spot, continuing the sensation that his lips bring. Hands have traveled up to your waistband, carefully undoing the belt and following buttons. When they’re loose, thumbs move along the navel of your stomach as they tuck inward, slowly guiding the fabric down your legs.
You watch as his eyes fall to his task, drinking in the sight of your skin as it’s revealed. With the article bunched at your feet, his right hand comes up, following the curve of your calf with his fingers, reaching the back of your knee and carefully guiding you to step out of them. It’s not until you’re pushing the clothing to the side with your feet that he leans forward, a soft-lipped kiss, just below your pantyline, where the top of your thigh meets your hips. Hazel eyes gaze upon yours as his mouth moves along your skin, down, down down…
His hand is once again at the back of your knee, guiding your leg into a bent position over his thigh to the outside of it, mirroring it with your other leg, before hands run up the back of your thighs, directing you into a gentle push down onto his lap. Instinctually, your arms delicately linger on his shoulders, fingers running over the short hairs at the back of his neck. Bradley’s hands are pacing up and down the sides of your thighs while his eyes memorize the contours of your face.
“You know why I call you moon?” He whispers, lips mere inches from yours.
“I’m sure you’re gonna tell me.” You tease as a hand pulls up to the front of his head, tracing his browline for a moment. His grip on you tightens as you both sit in the quiet.
“The moon causes the waves of the ocean. Revolves around the earth and illuminates it in its darkest time. You are my moon. You make me restless, you surround me in my thoughts and actions. You’re my light when I need you. You’re my best friend, Moon.” The small smirk that was on your features has melted into one of stillness. The words ring like church bells over a town, signaling to everyone that hears it. Solidifies the truth you’re all too aware of now. He’s in love and you’re right here with him.
Hands are restless as they cup his face, pulling you to him again, kisses with such warmth and delicacy as you lean forward. Bradley happily leans back, making room for the two of you on the white comforter below him. Slowly, his hands sneak under your shirt, peeling it off of you, forcing you to break the kiss to get the cotton off of your body. You’re sitting upright in his lap, Bradley’s hands coming to your sides in a look that spells out his entire thought process.
“God…” Fingers sliding over any section he can get to, “you’re stunning…” a shake of his head he’s quickly sitting up to attach his lips to your neck. When he moves you can feel the effect this has had on him, a smirk on your face as his teeth bring your skin into his mouth. A whine slips out of you, a groan in tandem from him. “Sweetheart, I don’t think you know what you’re doin’ to me when you sound like that.” It’s a complaint, but one you’re willing to field. His lips have dropped down to cross over your chest, stopping as he approaches the straps of your bra. Large hands double down on the grip on your waist, slowly pressing you into him, grinding onto his hardened cock, a moan entering the room.
“Who taught you how to moan so pretty, baby?” There’s a lurch in your stomach as his hands roam and his lips move. Finally, you’re able to get a grip on his shirt, a weak effort to pull the cotton off him.
When he finally pulls away for a second, you’re rapidly tugging his shirt from his pants. Bradley lets out a soft chuckle, making you giggle as well, smiling as you lean forward again, lips on his happily. Large hands trail up your back, pushing under the straps of your bra. He doesn’t move them away, simply playing with them for a moment, leaving you to pull away to look at him.
You’re still sitting in his lap, looking down at him laid back against the bed. His hazel eyes meet yours, before a hand reaches up from your shoulder up to your face. “What are you thinking about?” He whispers, the back of his hand running over your cheek.
“I’m thinking about..” you take a shaky breath as he’s shifting his hips under you, feeling his erection fully now, “how stupid we’ve been until now.” Your hand runs down his chest, stopping at his abdomen. “What we could’ve been doing instead of dancing around the truth.” A smirk falls over his features, adjusting his shoulders before speaking.
“Well, I know of something we could be doing right now…” He’s quick to slide his arms around your waist, quickly flipping you under him so that he’s hovered above. “Which includes my lips,” a kiss to your shoulder, another to your collarbone, “in all. the right. Places.” Careful hands sneak under your ribs, following the band of your bra. “I need you to sit up, pretty girl.” It’s a soft whisper, a direction you follow, allowing him to reach behind you and undo the strap of your bra. Pulling it from your shoulders, he’s tossing it to the side, hazel hues fixated on your exposed body. “You’re so fucking pretty, it’s unfair.” Sloppily, his lips begin to pepper wet spots over the tissue of your breasts, a sigh coming out of you as his tongue makes contact with your nipple.
“Baby,” A whine, as he happily begins rolling the bud along his tongue, his other hand kneading and carefully teasing the other. You duck your head down to look at him, seeing that trademark grin as his lower lip just barely caresses your niple.
“Yes, little lady?” The words aren’t even out of his mouth yet as his mouth attaches to the other nipple, similar treatment being given.
“I love you. I do, I’m not just saying that,” His head pops back up to look you in the eye, hand cupping your face, “I’m so sorry I didn’t say it sooner. I just-” He’s cutting off you inevitable ramble, lips on yours in another passionate kiss before pulling away and looking in your eye.
“I have the rest of my life to love you. And you, me. I’m not dwelling on the past, I want to focus on now. This room, with my beautiful girl, safe, sound. And importantly, alone.” A giggle leaves you as he teasingly bites at the skin on your chest, pulling away before his hands rake down along your body, resting on your thighs. “I’ve been thinking about this body ever since the beach.” He mumbles against you, kisses along the outer curve of your hips, “the way your skin shone, the laughs from your gorgeous lips, the tone of your muscles from all the hard work you’ve put in - god, you’re a damn piece of art, darlin’.” A whine comes from you as his lips move lower, making your skin blaze with heat. “What do you need, baby? Tell me, I wanna know.”
“Bradley, touch me, please.” He can’t help the smirk on his face as his hands begin to tug your panties down.
“Atta girl.”
As the fabric comes down he lets his lips follow the trail, agonizingly slow, mustache making your skin shake with the sensation. With no barriers remaining, Bradley’s able to kiss along your navel, moving until his lips are just barely making contact with your lips. His facial hair was driving you up a wall paired with his hot breath. A soft kiss meets your center, making your breath hitch. He’s done with teasing - for now, as he takes a breath before his tongue meets with your body. Every anticipated moment that brought you to this one, simply faded with the way he’s painting your face red as your blood is running through your veins. Bradley is moving carefully, possibly overthinking each stroke of his tongue, but he doesn’t fail to make you grab at the sheets above your head, gasping when his nose meets your clit. It seems as though he’s well aware of this, starting his head side to side, tongue following his slow and tantalizing horizontal movements.
He wins a louder sound out of you when he dips into your opening, even with how quick he is. A chuckle leaves him, making every part of his body that’s touching you vibrate, leaving a blissful sensation in its wake. Bradley has started to pick up the pace, making sure to keep every part of you engaged with his touch, leaving his hand to snake up to rest on your boob. It just rests there, warm, calm…there’s duality behind it. At any moment he could start to stimulate the area, keeping you on edge, while also just holding you. It makes your stomach twist further as he keeps his tongue engaged on you. As you’re getting closer, his free hand is lingering on your hip, putting your body back to the bed when your hips begin to buck.
“B-Bradley,” a whine as you’re struggling to find the words, an attempt to warn him.
He’s right where you want him, and you’re just barely teetering on the edge of release. Yet he doesn’t slow, in fact it’s the opposite, his other hand coming down to brace his forearm over your hip, his palm carefully pressing on your abdomen. A surge of pleasure breaks through you, a cry meeting his action. Your head pops up briefly as you grow closer, eyes meeting with the sight between your legs. Just witnessing him in action makes your toes curl, your head falling back. You’re starting into the crescendo he’s after, feeling your hips and legs beginning to rise from the bed, but he doubles down. Fingers are gripping onto your skin tight, bruising inevitable as he physically holds you down as an orgasm rips through you. Bradley makes sure that there’s no real mess left behind as you linger in your little oasis of pleasure.
As your breathing evens out again, you’re expecting his head to pop back up, but when you open your eyes and look down, he’s still going. “Honey you don’t-”
“Shhh, quiet down.” He mumbles, still heavily honed into his task. You’re about to speak again when a moan comes from you instead as he gets a finger slowly pressed into you.
“Roo-shit” A hand comes up to your forehead, fingers pulling into a fist as facial hair seemingly begins to torture your sensitive skin. “Baby-”
“I said, quiet.” He reminds, making you bite your lip, a low note leaves him. “Good girl.” A shudder runs through you as his tongue rolls over you once again, overworked as a cry leaves you. Bradley is enjoying himself too much to even think about stopping right now, as it takes you begging him for him to finally stop. He sits up on his knees, looking down at you, heavy breaths leaving him as he glosses his eyes over you.
“Fuck, I knew you’d be pretty when you cum, but I seriously misunderestimated.” There’s a glistening on his face, his nose..it’s a beautiful sight to see. Overeager, his lips find yours again, a hum leaving him. “Do you taste yourself? See how good you taste? I can’t- I won’t ever get enough.”
“Shut up and fuck me, Bradley.” You whine, a laugh coming from him when he pulls away, looking you in the eye.
An eyebrow rises teasingly, looking at you as he starts undoing his belt. “Yes, ma’am.” His laughter makes you giggle, leaving both of you laughing and grinning as he’s sliding his bottoms off, kicking them to the edge of the bed.
An arm comes up under you to help shift you up further on the bed, ensuring that there’s a pillow under your head. Your gaze fondly falls over him as you try to wrap your head around how you’d gotten so lucky. You’ve got someone who’s going out of his way for you, caring for you, wanting you this much. You keep him from fussing with it any further,
“Not what I’m worried about, right now.” You offer, seeing his face shift.
“I- but the headboard is all wood I don’t wanna have you hit your pretty little head, sweetheart.” The thought is sweet, but the feeling coursing through you is screaming at him to get on with it. With his lips pressed to yours, he does, one of his arms slips under your bicep, hugging it as he begins to line up to you with his other hand guiding the way. Bradley pulls away to look you in the eye, soft words leaving him. “You can stop me. Any time.” He reassures you, leaving you to set a hand on his shoulder.
“I know. I think there’s a really specific word I can use to let you know.”
“I fuckin’ love you.” He breaks out into a hearty laugh, you following with a grin as his lips press to yours, teeth clashing with yours as you can’t wipe the smiles off of your faces. He’s humming as your lips finally make contact again despite being so close in proximity. Bradley carefully pushes himself into you, pulling his lips away, almost like he’s expecting you to speak. “You good?” It’s him that does instead, waiting for your okay.
“I’m fantastic.” You grin at him, the same smile you’d fallen for weeks ago being shot back at you. His other arm tucks under yours, pulling you close as he begins to rock into you, his hand reaching up and holding the back of your head with such care. Each pivot of his hips drives him further into you, grunts projected into your ear as he’s hiding his face in your neck, little kisses under your ear. Whining as he introduces the movement, his sounds go straight to your core, knowing you’re doing this to him.
Bradley’s taking his time, a soft grinding motion taking a hold, which throws your body into an overwhelmed state, pleasure building and building. Hands continue to mindlessly play with your hair as he begins whispering, “you’re taking me so well, sweet thing. I’m so proud of you.” Your jaw slacks as his bits of encouragement begin to get lost in the feeling flooding your body. “You’re just what I needed.” His pace begins to get a little faster, your bodies moving in a rhythm. He keeps this for a little longer before he pulls away. Your hand that had found the nape of his neck when he was close ends up retreating as he’s on his knees.
He’s slowly pulled himself out as he begins to shift his weight. One knee pops off the bed, hands carefully shifting your leg under his so that he’s straddling your one leg, a careful hand guiding your other up and over his shoulder. As he’s picking it up from the mattress, soft kisses march up the inside of your leg, over your calf, up to your ankle just as he glides into you again.
“You’re so fucking pretty. So fucking gorgeous.” As he starts into another stroke, the new position allows him to reach a spot he’d not been hitting before. So when he rocks deeper a louder sound comes from you, reaching to grab a hold of him wherever you could. God, it’s incredible.
“Oh, did my baby girl like that?” Bradley lets another kiss make a home on your ankle, directing his body to reach your g-spot again, and again.
You’ve never felt so content, so at peace and purely euphoric before now. He’s got a steady pace, which begins to falter as you feel him twitch inside of you. The feeling pushes you closer, his voice ringing out.
“Baby, I’m not long.. In or out.” His voice is strained, his grip on your leg tightening as his thrusts become sloppier. The tone drops lower when he speaks again. “In or out. Please, I’m gonna cum, baby, you-”
He’s hesitating so much, hips stifling as he waits for your response. “In? Does that sound good? Can I come in you, baby? I wanna come in you, please,” You’re too focused on how raw his voice sounds, how tight your core is as he speaks. “Moon.” He’s whining now, desperate for an answer.
“I’m gonna - come with me. In me. In me.” Your nails are digging into the skin on his arm and curses go flying as his body seems to dissolve into itself as he releases into you, your second orgasm soon following. The release makes your entire body vibrate, desperate attempts for air coming in short gasps, a duet of sound coming from the both of you.
Your leg falls from his shoulder as the two of you catch your breath, leaving Bradley to carefully pull out of you. A hand finds your thigh, carefully running across your skin, watching as your chest rises and falls. “My girl did so well.” His voice is low, not wanting to startle you in the quiet. “I’m so proud of you.” The brunette is happily pressing a kiss to your forehead, leaving you to open your eyes finally.
His hair is everywhere, there’s sweat rolling over every muscle you can identify, leaving you to reach up and grip his arm. “Your girl?” You finally speak, your throat sore somewhat.
“If you wanna be.” He’s finding a spot on the mattress next to you, slowly pulling you closer. You are more than eager to get his arms around you. His eyes seem to shine when you look at him, and you grin with ease.
“I’d be stupid not to take you up on that, wouldn’t I?”
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Opening the doors, you’re greeted with a familiar and welcome smell in the air.
Saltwater.
Except this wasn’t San Diego salt water.
The water was the brightest teal blue you’d ever seen, and it went on for miles. The sight of it just makes your heart sing. As you look into the cabana behind you, your heart begins to sing an operetta as you see Bradley sitting up in the massive bed in the middle of the room. “I can’t believe it.” You sigh, turning to make your way to the edge of the bed.
“I can’t believe that you look better than me in that shirt.” He groans, grabbing you by the waist, his Hawaiian shirt flowing at your sides at the movement. You’re dressed for a day on the shores of the Tropics, far away from the stress and inconveniences of the real world. A laugh leaves you as he’s guiding you to his lap, tickling you and leaving a giggle ringing out into the ocean air.
“I’m serious! I can’t believe you and Maverick stole and flew a piece of shit and landed it with no landing gear.” You look up at him and he seems deep in contemplation before his eyes meet yours again.
“To be fair… it was his idea. I just had this stunning woman waiting for me and I couldn’t possibly let her down.” A roll of your eyes, you watch him with a grin on your face. “So…””
“So…” You match his statement, looking up from your position with your head in his lap. An all too familiar smirk on his features as he thinks up the response.
“What do you have going on for the next two months?” A squeal leaves you when his arms are around your middle again, pulling you into the best vacation you’ve ever had.
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𝑺𝒄𝐚𝒓𝐚𝒏𝐚𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 『Scaramouche x Reader』
➺ Summary: You and the Traveller share more in common than anyone can imagine. But if there is one thing that sets you apart from the Traveller, it is your determination to create this mechanical deity.
➺ Warning: 3.2 Spoiler
➺ Author’s note : HOW COULD I NOT WRITE ABOUT OUR GOD?! Maybe I'm a bit too much in love with Scaramouche… BUT the character is just incredible! >.<
724 words || 4k
Everything should have ended as Nahida had planned. The data collected during all the many tests, the data collected with The Akasha…it should have allowed the Traveller to destroy the huge, godlike robot. They were so confident in their own ability. They were so confident that their plan was going smoothly. But nothing is ever perfect, is it? No one could have foreseen the betrayal of the young woman who had shown nothing but tenderness and benevolence since their trip to Sumeru.
"I hope you don't expect thanks from me?" Scaramouche asks, his mechanical voice doing nothing to hide the mocking intonation.
"I wouldn't even dare to imagine that you might know the polite forms of address." You reply, a mischievous smile at the corners of your lips.
The Traveller extends his hand in your direction, before dropping it to the ground. Exhausted, injured, even if he wanted to, he didn't have the strength to fight you. Nahida was not at her best either, in fact she was unconscious. The pain and shock of having her gnosis ripped from her chest had caused irreparable damage.
No one had been able to react to your quick and effective attack. The vision hanging from your waist falls to the ground. You no longer need to pretend to have one. Your powers were enough on their own. The exhilarating sensation of this power makes you shudder. The power seems to pulse through your veins, spreading to every corner of your body.
You walk with dignity into the battle arena, twirling the gnosis dendro between your gloved fingers. Small, luminous vines would delicately wrap themselves around your fingers before disappearing as if nothing had happened. An endless cycle of rare beauty that you cannot admire any longer. The huge metal hand lowers, allowing you to climb into the palm, which guides you to the robot's face, where the new deity is.
Scaramouche's arm wraps around your waist, allowing you to join him in the narrow cabin, while proudly showing the Traveller his victory. He owns you. He has the gnosis dendro. He has won. You grin, savouring the grip of his arm around you. You feel his fingers lightly knead the flesh of your hip, almost as if to congratulate you on the long work you have been doing for several months.
You hand the gnosis to the new deity, burying your face in his neck, breathing in his scent. A shiver ran down your body. A delicious feeling stirred your heart as he tilted his head slightly to meet the top of your head. You couldn't see it, but you felt the weight of it on your hair. He couldn't thank you with words, but his touches were always enough for you.
***
"168 times?! How on earth can the knowledge of mere humans defeat a god?"
"Look at that. The simp crying over Scaramoochie's defeat.
"It's Scaramouche."
"Okay, Scaraboobs"
***
"OH MY GODDESS SJDHCHKDKSJDHC"
"STEP ON ME PLS- SIR I BEG"
"WANDERER'S DESIGN IS FINALLY HERE"
"SCARANATION ASSEMBLE"
***
"Aren't you happy? You can pull for Wanderer."
"I am happy…"
"But…?"
"It's just that I would have liked to see Scaramouche succeed. Did you see the desperation? The completion of his whole life was so easily taken away from him."
"Are you still crying about it? It's been months."
"SO WHAT?! My love for him is endless!"
***
Out of the corner of your eye you glanced at the Traveller, still wrapped in a possessive embrace as Scaramouche's victorious and mocking speech echoed through the arena walls. The Traveller… you couldn't help but feel a pang of compassion for its wounded form. But the satisfaction of having prevented your god's downfall far overshadows any feelings of remorse.
You and the Traveller are not so different. Two beings from elsewhere, outside the boundaries and lies of Teyvat.
But one thing makes you drastically different.
If the Traveller was supported by the intentions of some people in Sumeru. You, you have the Scaranation. And as a faithful member, you owe it to yourself to serve your god, waiting for other members to join you to form a cult worthy of the name.
"Soon…very soon, the world will be in your hands. I pledge it, my dear God." You say, lips pressed against his cheek, close to his earlobe.
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would you mayhaps infodump about LC! lyrics? 👀👀 /nf
(I saw you on the anon game and am incredibly interested)
OOOOOOOOOH YESYESYESYES I WOULD LOVE TO INFODUMP ABOUT LOS CAMP LYRICS
okay okay so first of all. this band is so good. they have so many banger ass songs and that cannot be denied. HOWEVER in my heart To Tundra will always reign supreme. like holy shit. it's got lyrics like "meet me at st. nicholas among the oaks, behind the church that sway like pig-tailed girls as summer wind whistles around your bare-skin knees and the forsythia leaves" and "we take on the burden of all these sad-eyed children with lilies bunched in our hands" like. those lyrics are so visceral and potent they literally leave me with my mouth hanging wide open after i hear them. oh my GOD that song is magical
some of my other favorite songs lyrically is OBVIOUSLY tiptoe through the true bits. that's the song that whenever i hear it i have to stop literally everything i'm doing, turn up the volume as loud as it will go, close my eyes and just absorb the Vibes. it's so gorgeous AHHHHHH. the bit that makes my heart go !!!!!! is the part where it goes "the bed-spread decked in suns and moons and symbols of the star-signs, how you read how mine applied to how I would be sex-wise." like that paired with the little guitar picking up in the back and the drums kicking in are SO GOOD AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
AND. IN MEDIA RES. that song changed my life genuinely. like WOW. the whole vibe of it, especially the end when the trumpets (i think they're trumpets at least) kick in and gareth goes "if you were given the option of dying painlessly in peace at 45 with a lover at your side, after a full and happy life, is this something that would interest you? would this interest you at all?" like WOW what an existential crisis moment while you feel like you're running through a rainy field. man that hits yknow
ALSO i am emotionally attached to Documented Minor Emotional Breakdown #4. i dont know why but the first time i ever heard it my brain latched its claws onto it and now it wont fucking let go. so whenever i hear the guitar at the beginning i am Legally Obligated to belt out at the top of my lungs "I RESTORED YOUR MOTHER'S FAITH IN MEN WHILST BORING YOU TO DEATH LEFT NOTHING MORE THAN A CIRCLE OF STUBBLE RASH AROUND YOUR CHEST--"
AND!!!!!!!!! for flotsam also has a very special place in my heart. i love the lyrics in that one, particularly "summer of odd-numbered year" like. MY GUYS YOU ARE SO CREATIVE???? all of your football metaphors to describe your boredom and emotions. like i don't watch football but you go guys i think its so kickass. i love you los campesinos. also the bit where they go "flotsam, jetsam, and spindrift, all the girls i have loved, dumped to earth by a spendthrift, gilt angels from above" with the "aaaahhh" in the back and the very faint piano in the background that i can only hear when i'm listening to it with my gaming headphones on bc my gaming headphones have really good mid range. just AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH
AND WHAT DEATH LEAVES BEHIND TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 fun little fact this was the first song that i listened to when i first decided to listen to their discography all the way through. and let's just say that was a VERY good start because i was very impressed right off the bat. like "i was the first match struck at the first cremation, you are my shallow grave, I'll tend you as a sexton, if you're the casket door that's being slammed upon me, i'll be a plague cross painted on your naked body" LIKE HOLY SHIT. THATS SO EVOCATIVE. HOW DO YOU USE SO MANY METAPHORS AND BIG WORDS. THEYRE SO GOOD AT WORDS. i love listening to this one because it is so lyrically complex and yet it all goes together so well auuugghhhhhhhh
also since i started university recently, hung empty rings very near and dear to my heart. like the bit in the bridge that goes "my vision is fading, it's blurry, there are fingerprints all over the sun, we're glad to be loved but we're lonely and we feel like we're the only ones." like. that's the experience of moving out right there!!! i don't know where the fuck i am and i'm so lonely but it feels so bright and new and cinematic. this song Gets me on the most fundemental level it feels so very College-Esque
ALSOOOOOOO she crows!!!!!!!!!!!11 i LOVE she crows. someone inject this song into my veins Right This Fucking Instant. i need to live and breathe this song right now. just the instrumentals combined with the anthemic feel of the song really seals the feeling of looking back on your life and all of your mistakes and acknowledging that all of them brought you to where you are now. especially the end bit, i don't know why, but when it goes "big tip for the pretty girl waiting the IHOP, these blank napkins/unwritten suicide notes, it's dark inside these eyelids, blacker than the ink (squid)" it really feels like the end of the day. these are the lyrics that buzz like caffiene in your veins as you sit outside a dutchbros at eleven pm surrounded by the only people you feel like you can be yourself around. it's the feeling of cold biting at your skin while your heart feels warm and full. it feels like an open finale, the first time you smile in a long time, an acceptance of the complex beauty of life, that unforgettable moment when you realize that you wouldn't trade who you've become for the world
and CODA A BURN SCAR IN THE SHAPE OF THE SOONER STATE. I LOVE CODA SO MUCH AGH. PERFECT CRYING IN THE SHOWER SONG. like the lyric "an artist's impression of the manhattan skyline" will get me fucking SOBBING immediately. it feels like watching the world move on without you, the world a blur as you crumple inward under the weight of your emotions, a collapsing star in an endless void. and then obviously "i can't believe i chose the mountains every time you chose the sea" WOAH the SYMBOLISM i will just pass away right here in my dormitory with my headphones on. no sorry professor i can't write my essay i am unwell about the romance is boring album again. sorry yeah i'll be unavailable for 3-5 buisness weeks
but uh. yeah. los campesinos amirite???????????
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Begin Again
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three
Summary: When Penny starts working at AFC Richmond as their new head photographer, she catches the eye of a certain mustached, happy-go-lucky, head coach of the team. But can their spark endure through the season's pressures and the demons of their past?
Pairing: Ted Lasso x OFC (Penny Fletcher)
Word count: 2k
Warnings: None…yet! Just some fluffy fun.
A/N: So, this lady here is oBSESSED with Ted Lasso and this idea came to me (because I am also a photographer and I'm going to live vicariously through Penny 😝) and it's just snowballed into so many ideas and I love these characters. That's all. 💛
Beta: Thank you to @midnightswithdearkatytspb for proofreading this and helping motivate me to finish this! This story wouldn't happen without you!
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Just breathe, just breathe. It’s just a job.
As I walked down the road to the pitch, I could feel my heart making its way up into my throat while my stomach twisted into devilish knots. I swallowed hard and figideted with straps on my camera bag, my stomach all the while knotting harder.
“Just breathe, just breathe. It’s just a job,” I said to myself outloud this time. I had been telling myself this since last night when the Sunday Scaries began. With one more deep breath I walked into the parking lot, where I thankfully saw my uncle. Never had I been so happy to see him.
“Uncle Leslie!” I yipped. He snapped around to me, a large grin growing on his round face at the sight of me.
“Poppet! So glad you’re here! Come! Come!” He motioned me over, giving me a warm embrace once I made my way across the parking lot to him. I think he could sense my nerves by the way he held onto the hug a little longer than me.
“Are you terribly nervous?” he asked, holding me by the shoulder with his free hand. I nodded.
“You have no idea. This is my first like, truly professional gig. I mean, I’ve never shot anything on this level as a proper job. What if I fuck it up?” I asked, giving him an uncertain face.
“Then we’ll fire you,” he told me nonchalantly. My eyes widened at his words and he frowned.
“Oh poppet, I was just kidding,” he said, bringing me into another fatherly embrace, giving me a reassuring squeeze. “You’re going to do amazing. You are very good at what you do. That’s why Rebecca hired you.”
“It’s not just because you’re my uncle and you gave her my resume and portfolio yourself?” I asked, muffled into the lapel of his brown suit. He laughed, pulling me again to arm's length.
“Honey, the fact that I’m your uncle has nothing to do with you getting this job. Alright, maybe a little,” he said, giving me a scrunched up face. I mimicked him, letting out a heavy over exaggerated sigh.
“You are an incredibly talented photographer, that’s the reason I recommended you for this job. You’re going to smash this, poppet. Now, should I take you up to meet your new boss?” I nodded.
After navigating the clubhouse, we made it to Ms. Welton’s office. I watched as my uncle rapped his knuckles on the door, and after half a moment a woman’s voice told us to come in. My uncle gave me a thumbs up and a reassuring smile before opening the door.
“Good morning!” he said chipperly as we entered the office. I followed behind just slightly.
Rebecca Welton was as gorgeous in person as she was in the photos I’d seen of her. She held a presence in the room that I coveted for. And god damn it if I didn’t want to photograph her, she was so striking. I decided to focus on that for the time being, instead of my nerves.
“Oh! Good morning, Higgins! Is that our new photographer behind you there?” she asked, standing from her seat behind a large, wooden desk. A big grin spread across her lipglossed lips.
“Yes it is-”
“Knock, knock!”
I turned around to see the infamous mustached coach of Richmond walk into the room, a small pink box in his hands. His eyes got wide as they met mine, realizing he was interrupting something.
“Oh I’m sorry, folks. I didn’t realize-”
“I’ll stop you right there, Ted. Higgins was just about to introduce me to his niece, and our new photographer, Samantha,” Rebecca told Ted as she made her way around the front of her desk, sitting on just the edge.
“Well, hot diggity dog! You mean to tell me we’re going to have two Higginses working here? I didn’t think that was a possibility and now that it’s possible, I don’t want it any other way,” Ted rambled out. I giggled a little at his words, and he seemed to almost blush at my reaction.
“Yes, it’s very nice to meet you Ms. Welton,” I said, putting my hand out. I turned next to Coach Lasso, extending my hand to him. “And very nice to meet you Coach Lasso.”
“Oh we don’t need the formalities around here, just call me Ted. And speaking of formalities, do you go by Sam?” he started, and I had a hunch I knew where he was going with this. “Because if you do, we already have one Sam here and that will just get so gosh darn confusing. So, you have two other options.”
“Oh?” I asked, it coming out of my mouth before I could stop it. He smirked at me.
“Man and Tha. I mean, they are the only other options with a name like Samantha,” he jested.
“Well, lucky for all of you,” I said, also turning to address Ms. Welton, “I go by my middle name.”
“Oh yes, I probably should have told you that, Rebecca,” Uncle Leslie said in a deadpan tone, his face suddenly realizing he did not let anyone know that information.
“It’s okay Uncle Leslie. But I go by Penny-”
“LANE?!” The sheer volume and excitement that came out of Ted caused the other three of us in the room all to jump in tandem, Ms. Welton clutching her chest. I laughed, my heart still beating quickly in my chest.
“Actually, it’s funny you say that because that is where my name comes from.”
“No it is not,” he blurted out, a big stupid grin plastered on his face.
“It is! When I was born, my parents didn’t have a middle name picked out for me for ages, and my second day in hospital apparently I “smiled” for the first time when Penny Lane came on the radio. The nurses told my parents it was just gas, but they decided to look through rose colored glasses and think I smiled. So, Penelope became my middle name.”
Ted looked at me with the largest grin plastered on his face, and out of the corner of my eye I could see my uncle and Ms. Welton giving each other a knowing look.
“Yes yes, that’s a lovely story Penny, but I’m terribly sorry and I must kick you out now. I have a phone meeting starting in ten minutes and I’d like to get myself properly prepared,” Ms. Welton interjected, going back around her desk and sitting down in her chair.
“Like a pot roast! MmmmMmm! Man oh man, I sure would love myself a properly prepared pot roast right about now. Like one of those ones that have the potatoes and carrots-”
“TED!” I jumped again as Ms. Welton broke Ted’s concentration.
“Sorry, boss. I will just leave these here for you,” he said, walking over and setting the pink box down in front of her. She excitedly clapped her hands together before picking up the box and inhaling deeply, her face relaxing into a small smile.
“Thank you, Ted,” she said with a nod before turning her attention back to me, “Oh Penny, I will come find you later. I need to iron out some final details with you regarding a photoshoot.”
“That sounds excellent, Ms. Welton,” I said, giving her a big grin. She met my smile with her own, melting away some of my nerves.
“I’m very looking forward to you being here, Penny,” she said as the three of us exited her office and went into the hallway.
“Would you like to come down and meet the team? I’d be happy to introduce you,” Ted offered.
“That would be lovely. But I think my Uncle Leslie was going to give me a tour-”
“A tour that can wait!” my uncle interjected happily, “Go meet your new art subjects!”
Ted and I looked at each other, holding each others gaze for a moment before he left out a happy sigh.
“Well alright, then let’s get to it!” he said excitedly, nudging his head in the way we were supposed to go.
“After you Coach,” I said, gesturing in the same way. As we made our way down the hallway, I mentally kicked myself. “I mean, Ted. Sorry.”
“No no, that’s okay. You can call me Coach, Ted, T-Dawg, whatever you like. As long as it’s not wanker,” he jested with a short laugh.
“Oh yes, wanker is indeed a good one. But I promise I won’t call you that. I think I’ve only ever called two men in my life wanker and really meant it. I don’t see you being my third, T-Dawg,” I said, giving him a coy smirk. He shook his head with another laugh.
“Oh Penny, I think you’re going to be a grand addition to this team.”
“Addition to the team?” I asked, an eyebrow raising at him.
“Well, yeah. Everyone here at Richmond is part of the team, you included,” he said, giving me a friendly wink. I felt my heart make its way to my throat, but this time I was leaning towards it not being from nerves.
“Th-that’s very sweet, Ted,” I said, giving him another smile.
I followed Ted into what I assumed to be the coaches office. Inside I recognized Coach Beard sitting at a desk and Roy Kent leaning against a metal filing cabinet.
“Hey guys! This is-”
“Penny Fletcher. I looked at your social media, you’re a phenomenal photographer. Those photos you took at the World Cup?” Coach Beard nodded an approving nod.
“Wait, you took photos at the World Cup?” Roy interjected gruffly before I could reply.
I felt my cheeks flush red.
“Oh, yeah I did. I entered a lottery for amateur photographers to get photo passes and work with a journalist from your country. I just happened to be one of the lucky three that won,” I explained. Coach Beard nodded again, looking down at his phone as he typed away at it.
“You guys have to see the shots. They are far beyond superb in my opinion,” he said, holding his phone out to the room.
Ted clapped his hands before rubbing his palms together in excitement. On the screen was one of my photos, a mid air action shot where the player was completely horizontal after head butting a goal.
“Woo-wee! Show me the goods!”
Ted and Roy hurriedly moved up from their spots and got closer to Beard’s phone to have a look.
I watched as Ted’s eyes lit up at the photo, pointing to the screen.
“Is there a direction I can swipe on this to see potentially more incredible photos, Beard?”
“To the left.”
Ted began singing as he swiped through the photos. “To the left, to the left, everything you-”
“-own in the box to the left…” I quietly sang along with him. Apparently, it was louder than I had intended because Ted looked over at me from the phone and just grinned.
My heart rose into my throat again.
“So what kind of photos are you going to be taking of the team exactly? Just action shots like these?” Roy asked, taking his place back against the filing cabinet.
“Well, I mean yes. But I’m also going to be doing all of your portraits and team photos as well.”
“All of our portraits?” Roy implored, furrowing his already permanently furrowed brow. I couldn’t help but giggle at his face, quickly putting up a hand to cover it.
“Oh god I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh,” I said, “but when you do that with your eyebrows you look like a proper Jim Henson Muppet.”
Roy growled low in his throat, his expression not changing, Ted and Beard trying to stifle their giggles at my comment.
“And yes, all of your portraits. Well, I guess you could also call them headshots if you’d like. But something already tells me you guys are familiar with a different kind of headshot,” I jested, awkwardly pointing fingers into the room. I immediately mentally kicked myself.
“Penny?” Beard asked, getting my attention.
“Yeah?”
“I think you’re going to fit in here great.”
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Okay, maybe this is crazy. But I'm watching the house of the dragon and I'm obsessed with dragons. Could do an Azriel x Reader, where Reader has a huge, scary dragon and Will azriel fly with her on her dragon for the first time?
If you don't, that's fine, I know this is crazy 😂
Hahhah this so good, of course. I enjoyed writing this so much haha
Azriel x Reader | A Different Kind of Flying
type: fluff
warnings: none
word count: 926
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Azriel playfully nudged your ribs with his elbow, a cheeky smile on his lips. “What? You weren’t afraid of flying with me either.”
“I am not afraid, Azriel. I just have…respect…of heights. And my…dragon.” You carefully patted your baby’s head. Your baby that was four times your size and could wiped you out with just one breath of fire. But you loved him and he loved you. Your pet dragon. Not quite the most common pet, but on the continent, where you used to grow up, it was quite normal to own a dragon.
For most parts of your life you had not seen flying your dragon as an option. But now that war was about to happen, all forces would be readied. And so flying your dragon was necessary. You had flown with Azriel already—gotten used to what it feels like and how it is to be up in the air. But you had never flown on your own.
“Are you afraid of flying with him?” you threw a glance over your shoulder, looking at your mate with wicked delight glowing in your eyes.
Azriel smirked and shook his head. He tried to act cool, but you knew that deep inside he was at least a tiny bit scared.
Azriel wasn’t too happy about your fiery friend and neither was your fiery friend of Azriel. Both of them were incredibly protective of you and so the other one was easily seen as a threat. But Azriel was your mate and you had owned your dragon since you had been a little child, so the only solution was that they had to get along.
“Well, then what are we waiting for?” you asked and brushed your hand over your dragons head once again. His skin was thick and leathery. He looked quite intimidating when you didn’t know that your huge dragon was actually the sweetest and most cuddly creature in the whole entire world. Yes, he could wipe out whole armies with the blow of fiery breath, but he listened to you and only acted when you commanded it. So there was nothing to worry, as long as you didn’t give an order.
The dragon purred one time before lifting its majestic head and spreading its wings. He lowered his body to the ground so that you and your mate could mount him.
“We are only waiting for you to no longer be scared,” Azriel chuckled and extended his hand for you to grab it.
“Or rather you,” you shot back and quickly leaned up to kiss his cheek. Azriel took your close proximity as a chance to pay you back and reached down to give your butt a soft pinch. “I am not afraid, you little minx.”
You batted your lashes at him when you placed both your palms on the dragons back, to lift yourself onto his back. You had tried this many times before but you had never actually flown with him. That would change now. It was finally time to go this step and even though you and Azriel kept teasing each other, it meant the world to you that he was going this step with you. You fully sat down on the back of your dragon, his claws already scratching over the dry soil. You weren’t the only one who had been anticipating this moment. It was a huge honour for you dragon to have you fly him—he was excited.
Azriel climbed onto his back after you, his front pressing against your back when he settled down behind you. In an instant his arm moved around your waist and he cradled you to his chest. “Ready when you are,” he breathed against the side of your head and pecked your temple quickly.
For a brief moment you closed your eyes and drew in a deep breath. You exhaled slowly, your eyes still closed and your hands moving to over one of the strong spikes leading up its throat to hold on. Azriel held onto you. A cool breeze brushed over you when a smile broke out on your face. You knew that it was going to be good—amazing actually.
Your lips parted slightly when you said, “Yes, I am ready. Let’s take off.”
Although your words had been whispered your dragon had understood, flaring his wings to their full length before softly flapping them agains the rising wind.
One moment you had been on the ground, the next he took off—slowly and carefully.
You heart bursted with happiness and excitement while your dragon slowly flew torwards the clouds.
“This is amazing!” you expressed and grinned from one ear to the other.
“More than amazing!” Azriel hollered and you could hear his own excitement in his voice. His arm tightened on, squeezing you, but you knew it wasn’t from fear but rather from happiness. Happiness that he could share with you.
“I had no idea this would be so magnificent,” Azriel said and leaned closer to your head. Your dragon softly flapped his wings against the wind, his body horizontal, his pace steady—not too slow and not too fast. Letting go of the spike on his neck your spread your arms and closed your eyes, enjoying this moment to the fullest.
“I love you, Azriel. Thank you for doing this with me!” you shouted so that your mate could hear you. Azriel kissed your shoulder and then leaned into your ear to say, “Thank you for letting me be part of this experience.”
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same anon here, incredibly interested in the history from someone who lived through it
ok!
here's my own rundown on why the vocaloid bubble burst in the mid 2010s!
almost irreversibly! (don't worry— this story has a happy ending)
if anyone is wondering, yes, you can reblog this! i only say this because this took a lot of work to write so if anyone feels compelled, yes, stroke my ego a bit, i allow such a thing. now, i might get snippy here and there, but i'm not serious at all. my sense of humor is pretty tsukkomi-ish and it shows up in how i describe things. <-disclaimer for if this post breaks containment because i know fandom types don't like my sense of humor if they're not given the context that i LOVE what i'm talking about and rib on it out of utmost adoration
as a disclaimer, i do lightly look things up to check on stuff timeline wise and its validity, but this is from my own point of view and memory and a personal retelling, so if you have a different take on it then i'm sure our viewpoints can co-exist. also, i speak about utaite from the point of view of someone who respects their existence but does not participate. so if a few facts are off... i am speaking only from the aspect of what relates to what i'm talking about. also if there are any typos i stopped being thorough with my checking and editing like 4k words in since i am not being paid to write this, it is just for fun. anyways~
so where we wanna start here is before the big bubble era. i think most people would agree that it was in full swing around mid 2012, but i'll set the date at september 23, 2011. the posting of the song kagerou daze (by the way, as a testament to how much of a boomer i am, despite being an kagepro fan from the start i find myself still using the "kagerou days" romanization by accident every time). by the way, senbonzakura, one of the biggest vocaloid songs ever for the longest time, was posted only a few days earlier. just to paint a picture. but that's not the only thing... i think what we want to look at especially is the end of the vocaloid2 era and what was going on during and before. the final vocaloid2 product, vy2, was released on april 25th, 2011. in this timeline, there are a few angles i wanna focus on. the state of the culture, its spread, utaite and producers. by the way, if i had to date when i met vocaloid, it was around 2008. right before gakupo came out, maybe.
around this time, the culture of vocaloid-ke (vocaloid family) type secondary works were falling out of fashion. 2010 and before, i feel that vocaloid had a strong image of nico nico douga especially— not that it didn't during the bubble era. but i mean the people participating. when miku came out, people viewed her as a novelty while still thinking to themselves they had stumbled across something special. there was no subculture like that before, and the closest counterpart to this was idolmaster. now, many know this is the origin of the -P suffix came from. it's a tossed around factoid now but people should know that it was certainly a phenomena back then. and a LOT of early miku adopters (like 80% were either already in the doujin music scene, the DTM (desktop music) scene, trained musicians or even some industry pros. and a lot of these people were nerdy and geeky and loved anime and games and manga so of course their first point of reference for building vocaloid's identity was idolmaster. touhou, idolmaster's next door neighbor, also had a lot of influence given many of the music people in its scene dabbled in vocaloid early on. so naturally the fans that were attracted to vocaloid were also nerds. at first there were only cryptonloids, but gakupo quickly followed (and continuing in the trend of heavy nnd association— kentaro miura (RIP), a big fan of nnd and especially idolmaster— designed and drew his art 100% pro bono out of love for the site and its culture). luka came out... i think gumi was the first shift. gumi just felt, different. i personally owe it to her being modeled after ranka lee, the iconic role of her voice provider, megumi nakajima— ranka lee was the underdog character in her source macross frontier's love triangle. so i feel like that image somewhat imprinted itself on gumi. gumi was not popular at first at all. her release came and went with not much fanfare. ironically the aspect of rivalry would come back under stuff like the miku vs gumi debate. this is probably the first real demonstration of "it doesn't matter how good the voice is, it matters who uses it and how that propagates the voice".
and so i arrive at the producers of the time, maybe late 2008 early to mid 2009, the newcomers. the ones that weren't necessarily otaku through and through, but more on the "teenagers who like vocaloid and/or don't have a singer to sing for them, and want to make music". i will be specific and say it is people like wowaka (RIP), deco*27 and hachi/kenshi yonezu specifically. wowaka for example had a very fresh take— his pvs deemphasized the vocaloid, but it also inspired many fan pvs because of it. i will not go into how it became ironic that he quit due to the attribution to the voice. but his moody lyrics captured a lot of hearts and his style carried a youth to it. hachi did a lot of his own artsy pvs. deco*27 was very unpolished and amateur but his music was VERY of the times. the synths, the guitar, very youthful. aside from wowaka, whose comeup immediately led to him getting signed quickly (and the guy himself just walked and i don't blame him) i think what made these guys (deco and hachi) stand out from the rest in the end is one thing: they picked up gumi. and this set them apart from the old and dusted otaku who didn't pick gumi up, or those who picked her up thinking of her only as ranka lee. mozaik role (still deco's most viewed song on nnd btw, with no sign of stopping. and he is clearly PISSED about it). matryoshka. all that kibs of noise. by the way, matryoshka's stint in the vocaloid rankings went unchallenged until it was finally killed by senbonzakura. that's a good two years of dominance!! a lot of the breakout stars or people who got more popular during 2010 used gumi, i'm talking your 40mPs, your sasakure.UKs, your buzzGs. incidentally, a lot of these people got signed... most for their vocaloid stuff. 40mP, sasakure, deco, kous and others were signed under label split-offs like U/M/A/A. wowaka and hachi... were signed for themselves. specifically, wowaka and his band hitorie, and hachi as himself kenshi yonezu.
but producers were not the only ones being signed. utaite, who had been a thing before even vocaloid was a thing, found themselves growing rapidly due to them increasingly participating in the culture as both fans and beneficiaries. personally, i split off utaites eras as "before piko and akiakane" and "after piko and akiakane". the before era included people who either started very early on when vocaloid became a thing on nnd, or started before it (participating in chorus medleys or posting utattemita videos of anison for example, like gero). it was all amateur and everyone was doing it for fun... but the record companies doth lurk around the vocaloid scene at this rate. akiakane and piko i pick specifically because they were the first utaite who were very publically signed. piko was signed under sony's ki/oon records! akiakane had two or three big albums under the subsidary of VAP, toy's factory (if you wanna have fun take a look at the list of talent they rep). piko is especially important— as he had a vocaloid made of him. this marked first big interest of corporations and large record companies to actually enter the vocaloid space— in the most direct way possible. btw, the reason piko the vocaloid is dead is because piko the person is no longer signed under sony. it's not outright confirmed, but piko the guy stopped tweeting about utatane piko the second he transferred labels. he is stuck in a weird catch 22 he probably will never be free of, though yamaha is doing some insane moves lately, i wonder if they'd ever try to buy the character out and revive him as a stunt. (they are doing many funny stunts lately. but a subject for another time.)
finally, my last point in this preamble is the interest in telling stories through vocaloid had only continued to grow. i think the two biggest early examples were the prisoner series by shujinP and the ever so infamous evillious chronicles by mothy. their explosive popularity is wholeheartedly owed to rin and len— ok this is a tangent but this is the genius of the rin and len package, that to this day was never replicated, they come together as you know and since they are male and female with no set setting, they are an easy buy and you can make a story because you can do two points of view across several songs... like literally. its paperplane vs prisoner. daughter of evil vs servant of evil. and their fans were and continue to be super passionate. it's great, we would be missing a huge chunk of what makes vocaloid subculture what it is without them. of course, shujinP's series (plural because they had several) is less known these days but it was probably the first series to get plays and novels and all that. quickly followed by EC. later came series like sasakure's doomsday series, stuck in a limbo between old and new era (most of the songs released in the old era but the novelization and such came out during the new), and a few "outsider" series like numtack05/putinP's series (the reasons this never got popular is because it was absurdist and shitpost-y and involved too much political imagery, not only that but also because putinP used a lot of copyright samples (most famously ronald mcdonald and sazae-san clips)— the freely distributed album vers omit these samples entirely and i can confirm the songs are worse for it)
so to give a summary of the above section
the tastes of fans were maturing
there was a shift in how vocaloid was perceived
the growing influence of utaite
the growing interest of big corpos in the scene
the growing interest in storytelling using vocaloid as a medium
anyway, here comes the real deal. and... it's gonna be a mess. just like the era itself was. i hope you're ready, at least.
even the very first echo of vocaloid3 felt kinda corpo-y. it wasn't, but.. looking back. it kind of felt like it. the first time we ever found out about v3 was through a leak of seeU's demo— but it was a work in progress leak, so it had the voice of her provider dahee kim singing along. people had no idea so they assumed this was the capability of the software. it was exciting! kpop was just starting to get popular, and we were getting a new vocaloid software, with korean capability!!!
anyway. we're not talking about the can of worms that was seeU.
not just because of dahee kim. but because it's not related beyond this. also the fact that korean fans were heavily and horribly mistreated by the majority japanese fandom for obvious reasons. i do not have the depths to speak on that stuff, but it says a lot that the software's first big swing ended up like that.
but i wanted to illustrate the mood of the fans going into this era. it was full of hopes and dreams. now, i don't want any wannabe know-it-alls wagging their fingers at me and checking the wikia going "b-but cullen, mew also came out!! at the same time!!" the seeU leak came out first. i remember there were fights over whether or not that demo was real. it was a cultural shift like no other. who the fuck cares about mew? literally her only legacy is one really amazing ezfg song. i will not debate anyone on this btw. i try to be objective but i'm allowed to inject a bit of my own opinion here too. you know who were also full of hopes and dreams? the companies. not your internetcos and your ahsofts, no, i'm talking publicly traded shits and record companies. look... i'm coming off harsh. i actually don't hold that much animosity, but you're gonna see why this was the first huge misstep of the era.
nice picture, right? this was the kind of optimism we started off this era on. but, i'll break down the picture for you in a way that helps illustrate a point somewhat:
your girlies from V2 like gumi (who was this era's it girl), lily, galaco (even if her shitty V2 version is contest only)
your earnest newcomers mew (look, even yamaha girlies count), cul, aoki lapis, seeU (one could argue.), IA (one could argue...)
tone rion of dear stage (who represented dempagumi inc., the group her voice provider came from, though this was a myth for years until it was proven... also it was clear they wanted to make the rest of dempagumi into vocaloids but rion flopped at the time. there was even a picture of her friends floating around. astoundingly embarrassing confidence. one billion dead vocaloids.)
akikoloid-chan of lawsons (yes, the convenience store! she is a vocaloidification of their mascot and i would argue the poster child of the modern brand private vocaloid. she was retired in uh.. 2019 i wanna say? though she was dormant for a long time anyway)
ring suzune, the aborted failure of minna no vocalo keikaku (everyone's vocalo-project)... this one involves a lot of otona no jijou AKA adult circumstances (japanese corpo's favorite excuse. you will now notice this phrase every time you hear it oooo). just unfortunate all around
yuzuki yukari of vocalomakets, i put her in a separate category because she really is a girlie of her own. a vocal born from producers being dissatisfied that their wants weren't being answered and no company was taking them up, they just went "fuck it" and produced yukari on their own. a huge outlier in this era of vanity projects and companies using the scene for their own crap.
not pictured, but i have to mention her due to her complicated position in this era, but mayu of exit tunes. exit tunes is a record label that heavily supported vocaloid and utaite during this era, signing both producers and utaite, and making compilation cds of popular vocaloid hits. and probably saw to it that due to their dominance in the area of compilation cds (and they still dominate, even if their releases are sparse these days their cds still top oricon without effort), them sneaking mayu into the tracklists would work... my thoughts on this? my position has softened a lot over the years. and i've always thought "they gave up right before she organically caught on, they should have kept pushing. so what a shame".
now you may notice i bolded a few of these and made special mention of the companies behind them. you probably already figured it out, but this era had heavy investment from parties who had only to gain from a rapidly growing niche subculture. see, unlike the other two of nnd's big three idolmaster and touhou, who are IPs where you need some kind of cooperation to officially get in on, vocaloid... is incredibly free, so laissez faire in comparison. you buy a 9,000 dollar dev kit and get to work making your mascot. it was... so easy. so free. so sweet. but real life is not so easy, or free, or sweet. you actually had to be accepted by the fans, and like i said before... the voice does not matter. what matters is who uses it, and how that propagate the voice. this is true time and time again. it is the ultimate "how many times do i have to teach you this lesson, old man?!" of the scene from a commercial standpoint. no matter how many years pass. ergo, one billion dead vocaloids. corpo vocaloids were releasing and they flopped immediately. earnest products from newcomers were dropping and struggling, though def doing better than the corpo ones (like lapis, lapis did ok). existing "in crowd" companies were vomiting out new vocals and not even promoting them. it was a disgusting era of excess and death and bile and plague and war and and and. it's astounding that it is hard carried by the art that came out of it. because if you only look at the commercial side of things, it is fucking disgusting.
now, onto the fan aspect. remember when i said this era truly kicked off when kagerou daze came out? yup. here it comes. so, anyone lived through this era remembers the cambrian explosion of original projects that did not make use of vocaloid mascots— arguably the final death knell of vocaloid-ke secondary works being the mainstream.
now, i'm planting my flag in the ground here very firmly— i do not ride the bandwagon of the people who erroneously attribute the near death of the scene to kagepro. it's just not true. personally i have a very complicated (bordering on near sort of but not quite negative, depending on how nostalgic i feel that day) relationship with the series, but to blame it is incredibly narrowminded and ignorant of the actual reasons the bubble burst, and not to mention unfair. if you find it annoying, fine. but just say you don't like the series and move on. and really, for better or for worse, mekakucity days and mekakucity records are unironically god tier vocaloid albums that will be remembered for years to come. i just have to say this because i see a lot of people blame jin for very flimsy reasons... SHUT UP!!! anyway.
i think one of the issues with the whole project culture that flourished during this era was simply the fact that since they were multimedia projects (whether by accident like kagepro or intentionally from the get), fans were coming from all angles, and even those who got into it through vocaloid eventually became super mega invested in them as separate IPs. which is... unfortunately an issue. so when these properties eventually spun off into manga, light novels, covers with real seiyuu, merch and ultimately some even netting anime projects... once those projects either abruptly ended (lol, lmao, this will come back later) or reached their natural conclusion, inevitably a lot of those fans either leave with it or found themselves burned out on vocaloid itself, or perhaps even think they've outgrown it.
next, utaite. now i mentioned a bit earlier about how the first batch of utaite were amateurs who didn't expect anything out of it and did it just cause, and how exit tunes signed a lot of them in this era. now, comes the time i speak about utaite "after piko and akiakane". i believe due to a generational gap and subconsciously perhaps due to the signing of a few utaite from the old guard at this point, the nu utaite of the 2010s had a sort of individuality to them... this isn't an insult, and a large part of their popularity actually came from them always collaborating and a lot of them ending up befriending each other. again, i'm an outsider, but i understand this much. but this era for utaite was the beginning of the idea that an utaite can become a superstar. in the end, very few of them did become superstars.
a lot of them naturally returned to a normal level of popularity after the bubble. there aren't a lot of your AtRs or your amatsukis and such. the smart ones became vtubers before being a vtuber was cool. to give an example: un:c and hashiyan who are arguably oldheads more than nu era became anjo and kosaka of monsterz mate. this isn't a doxx btw, this is publically available information, and un:c often credits himself as a mixer under projects he does as anjo. also, a certain duo of female utaite whose names i will not mention went on to form the super popular vtuber duo himehima. there are other early adopters like kano and god knows who else that i don't feel like mentioning. anyway, if your utaite did it after 2018 and under their own identity it is a desperate plea for attention. sorry but it's just the objective truth. tangent over... did you think i wasn't gonna shoehorn vtubers into this somehow?! anyway.
even sutopuri who got mega popular, only really formed after the vocaloid bubble burst, perhaps even as a result of it. utaite had a positive effect on the vocaloid scene and still do. but at the time, i think it was at its strongest. utaite NEEDED vocaloid, and vocaloid benefitted greatly from their continued patronage and love for it. i for one will not be caught slandering utaite and their relationship with vocaloid even if i will always prefer the vocaloid versions. the issue here comes from the fact that way too many were signed without much star factor (i'm not disparaging them, i'm just saying they did not hold their audience across the mediums), and even at that their fans splintered off into many tribes and many weren't really into vocaloid in the first place and were more into the livestreams and twitter banter. that's just how things shook out. you even have your reols and such, as reol was the face but in a sense her, gigaP and okiku were a set and gigaP left the scene to focus on commercial work with those two. too many of them got signed and splintered off into their own little fandoms before THOSE fandoms kind of died out. so this is another part where fans disappear and lose interest. you're starting to see the pattern here, right?
there's so much stuff i thought i would touch on, like how gumi was the undisputed it girl of the scene at this time, and how kagepro rose IA to prominence (all because jin wanted to buy gumi but didn't find her in the store) and how IA's people 1st place locked certain producers in their basement (like jin, yasuhiro, ishifuro etc) and... now this is a conspiracy on my part but prevented them from working on anything else, so that drew more talent away from the scene... but i realized it's tangential and belongs to other parts in this conversation. i want to reiterate here though before we go on to the biggest elephant in the room of all which would be the point of no return... there is more to the vocaloid bubble era of 2012-2015 than projects, than corpo and record company bullshit, than utaite fans. and there is more to the era before that than the top brass producers i mentioned earlier. i really... really lament how so much of early vocaloid reuploads are gone from youtube. there's a whole world just gone. so, anyway, are you ready?
the final block in this weird jenga of a story.
the producer, suzumu, and his unfortunate associates.
i will cut to the chase because it's easier to explain who was involved once i say what happened. to put it shortly... suzumu "stole" his songs. this is weird and vague and i always hated the way people used polite euphemisms to explain it because it made the situation way more confusing than it had to be— he used his producer friends as ghostwriters to compose songs for him, basically. and was very not nice about it according to one of the people involved. now i will probably adopt a somewhat sympathetic angle that people who have previously heard of this case may have not encountered before. not because i feel bad for that fuck, but because it seems like at least one of the people impacted has forgiven him, and others have moved on in less obvious ways. he's also professionally making music in the industry now. as much as i want to keep up the act of disliking him, i don't care anymore. i still dislike what he did immensely because it impacts producers i love to this day. but the man came forth about it himself and those involved forgave him. it's been almost a decade now... man!
suzumu, before getting into posting songs (who knows how many were actually his and which were ghostwritten), was a prolific lyric writer who worked with some of the trendiest vocaloid producers around. i'll cross gigaP out, since he was not involved in the incident, but almost every single person involved in this had worked with him in a lyric or story writing capacity (for 150P and komine specifically). here are the involved parties as i recall, bolded are people who he "stole" from
mafumafu, the person who spoke the most about it post suzumu's confession and the most vocal, and likely the person who was used as a ghostwriter the most (i don't recall if he actually alludes to this or not but people commonly think this). mafumafu had a series of vocaloid songs that told a story, but stopped using vocaloid after the incident for a while and songs that were going to get pvs from his first vocaloid album were not posted. he contributed a song called machigai sagashi for the vocaloid flavored moba #compass in 2015, but it seems like that song was probably in the works since before the incident for reasons i will highlight in a moment. suzumu wrote the lyrics for only one of the songs. iirc, mafumafu's song berserk is about suzumu. don't remember if this is confirmed or not. btw, the album of those songs, meikyou shisui, is really underrated and you should check it out. im not a mafu guy but that album is great
kemu, the person who is arguably closest to suzumu and the one who most publicly supported suzumu (albeit wordlessly) in later years by working with him professionally. when i mention someone forgiving suzumu, i mean him. suzumu wrote the lyrics for most of his kemu voxx songs, a famous multimedia project kemu was on the helm of along with hatsuko as the main illustrator. since kemu no longer had a lyricist, the project stalled for years until he posted a song suddenly in 2017 (with self written lyrics). it seems like the series is continuing still, but with a different direction
150P, who worked with suzumu heavily for his shuuen no shiori (bookmark of demise) project, a project that was conceived from the start to be a story. this part makes me really mad, guys!! i'll try to keep calm about it. 150P wrote over 50 songs (idk if this is an actual number but he wrote a lot. at least 40.) for the series, with suzumu writing the story and lyrics. the character designs were done by saine (who dodged a bullet all things considered.) and the art was done by komine. 150P was already doing crazy things before shuuenpro, his most popular song is still his insane 12-len classical metal chorus song lost destination. now shuuenpro caught on slower than its peers and was an underdog. i LOVE shuuenpro to this day. you know what? right when it was finally getting its first W, when the album that had seiyuu covers at come out on oricon in third place, suzumu dropped his confession. what a slap to the fucking face!! the manga of the series hastily wrapped up after that. 150P and komine disappeared and no longer did stuff ever. 150P recently appeared for a mafumafu anniversary thing so i'm glad he's still alive. but, komine...
komine, the only non-producer, an artist with the worst luck. she was slowly rising to prominence doing pv art for a lot of popular producers, and was the main artist of shuuenpro most prominently. during the initial release of the first few shuuenpro songs, she was accused of tracing, and the art of the pv of sarumane isutori game had to be done by someone else. komine stopped using social media at that point, but continued to make art for the project quietly and quite prolifically. so she was already on some kind of fraught standing even though the tracing allegations were disproven. fast forward to the suzumu blowup, komine packed up her bags and disappeared forever. if she had become disillusioned, i do not blame her. her final public contribution was the design of jeanne d'arc from #compass, the character who was paired with the mafumafu song. all subsequent artworks of jeanne were done by different artists. i suspect the reason the vocaloid version of machigai sagashi did not have a proper pv was due to komine quitting. i can only imagine what that pv looked like! if you're wondering why i mention a pv, it's cuz compass fans got mad at mafu for having a fancy pv for his self cover but not for the original. but otona no jijou, you know? and where is that energy for eve who still hasn't released a pv for mistletoe publicly and only put it on his kuso app and with 0 compass association? who let that wishy washy fuck do an anniversary song? ...im not gonna go on a compass tangent. anyway.
so... why does this matter?
it matters because people became disillusioned due to this drama. it matters because suzumu took out some very popular and prolific people from the scene during what one could argue was a transitional phase. the fans of all those people, including suzumu's... gone. if you weren't there, you may not understand the cult of personality suzumu had. he had his name on everything and was friends with all the right people. when i heard about this incident... i just closed my eyes and sighed lol. it hurt and it hit when the scene was at its weakest. and was the final blow, almost. and it impacted the way people saw and talked about vocaloid for years. miku became "owakon" for a time. people thought kizuna ai was gonna replace her as a cultural touchstone (lol, lmao, it is proven time and time again that the big three cannot die). kenshi yonezu, in all his detached glory, came down from his jeweled encrusted throne to compose a song for miku's 10th birthday that he smugly thought was the death knell of nico nico douga.... which even at the time of its release was contested by even people who were on the same miku anniversary project and, whether you wanna acknowledge it or not, is still mocked to this day by several producers. magical mirai's theme this year even does it. there is no respect for sand planet or anything kenshi yonezu stood for in that song. what an asshole move no matter how you see it. argue with the wall if you don't agree, i don't want to hear it. the scene survived because there were producers and artists and fans who still loved it. not because of some sardonic fuckoff song by a guy so detached he'd write a funeral march for a birthday.
these days, i feel like the community is incredibly conscious of what happened. there are wanton community led events that encourage not only the creation of songs, covers, art and secondary creations but also the discovery of new producers— the biggest of which being vocaloid collection, which happens three times a year and has many categories, but most importantly the top ranking (producers active for 3+ years) and the rookie ranking. i once read a japanese article that said proseka brought new fans hungry for something beyond the music presented in the game, and vocacolle and other community led events and song posting festivals supplied the works. the average age of the new vocaloid producer is— and this is my own estimate based on how many heart attacks i've been given the past 3 or 4 years— 17~19 years old. they say things like "i know of kagepro but i wasn't there"!! should i get my cane out!! who's driving me to the retirement home?!
even companies involved in the product end are more savvy these days.... (holding my tongue about a certain company of a popular synth software and its ceo because i have nothing nice to say). i think they realized that you can't clap with one hand and that appealing to the end user and fans is a necessity. honestly, i can only be excited for what comes next. we're never going back to that dark age, i can say this with utmost confidence. do i miss the past of the times before the bubble, back when vocaloid was a smidge more geeky? sure. but we can only really move forward, so why not enjoy it
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Chapter 7 - It’s okay
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After our "date", I never saw Tomura again. Meanwhile, more than a month passed and my apartment is as empty as before his show up.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's not a big deal. Just carry on like before! Keep your head up high! What's so bad about it anyway? Why so sad? It was clear from the beginning: he won't stay.
...
But why do I hope every time I walk into my apartment that he's sitting on the couch, watching the TV, like always?
Why does my heart ache so much when I think about his disappearance? He took everything with him, without saying a single word. Gone, with my keys.
Sighing, I slip out of my comfy clothes and change. Today is Sunday. The fresh air will make my head clear.
As I step out of the door, the sun greets me with its warm ray. Relieved, I take a deep breath. My feet guide me to a small coffee shop in the city center, then through the door and then I'm already sitting on a table next to the window.
Suddenly, my hair on the back of my neck stand up and a shiver runs down my spine. After my date with Tomura, this became a regular thing. I told myself, that this is just some kind of newfound paranoia and nothing to worry about.
I take three deep breaths and feel how my body relaxes. It doesn't take long until a waiter comes to take in my order. My gaze shifts to the city life outside of the coffee shop.
Too deep in thoughts, I don't even realize that somebody takes a seat before me.
"Oh? Do you want to order something too?" asks the waiter, who places my coffee in front of me. Totally shocked, my eyes widen as I analyze the person - black hoodie, sweatpants and white hair, too long to be covered by the hood.
"No," rings the rough voice. After I swallow the thick lump in my throat, I thank the waiter, who forms his hand to a telephone while giving me a note.
My cheeks are warming up, which doesn't last long.
Ahhh..right. The stranger.
Nervous, I play with my hands. The men clicks his tongue as he grabs the note and turns it immediately to dust.
Wait..what?
"Unbelievable...I was gone for just a while and here you are, looking for another men already, Reader. I really thought you missed me."
Then the penny drops.
My eyes widen as I recognize the voice.
"Tomura?"
Immediately, anger flows through my veins and my hand clenches to a fist.
"What do you want?" I asks as calm as possible, but I am sure that he can sense my fury.
"What do you think? Talking of course."
"I don't want to talk with you. Give me my house key back!"
It stays quiet for a a while.
"Watch your mouth. Don't let this end up badly."
"You disappear without saying a word and show up like nothing happened. You have some nerve to expect me to stay kind!"
"I had things to do."
All I can do is roll my eyes. Is he kidding?
"Ohhh of course! Like stumping on my heart? I hope it was fun!"
Looking at the coffee I frown, my rage getting the better of me.
"Yeah, how stupid of me - always following the wrong people. I never learn, huh?"
Standing up and looking for the money, I say, "You know what? I also have things to do."
"Sit down, Reader", Tomura warns, but I ignore him and storm out. Tears are running down my face and an incredibly painful feeling spreads in chest.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Stop crying! He doesn't care at all! Be strong! Megan was so much worse!
...
Was she?
The pain feels so much more different. Even though I was so angry, a small part of me was still happy to see him.
Did I fell in love with him?
Is this the reason why everything hurts so much?
Sobbing, I walk home, to the stairwell and then to the door. My sight: blurred.
Shit. Why am I not able to open the door?
As i wipe away my tears, new ones are already blocking my view. Sighing, I lean my head against the door and take a moment. After calming down a bit, I manage to open it. It takes me a moment to realize everything.
Huh?
I rub my eyes and walk deeper into my apartment. Way too stunned by the sight, my tears stopped running entirely.
Gone. Everything is gone.
And then my eyes start to water again, as I kneel at the ground.
What am I supposed to do now? How can something even happen?
My house door opens and Tomura enters. With my hazy sight, I can barely make out his movement as he kneels to me and lays a hand on my cheek. His thumb wipes away my tears.
Speechless and aghast, I can only watch how he pulls the hood from his head and gazes at me with a huge smirk.
"Everything is gone, huh? What do we do now? There is now way that you can live here. Am I right, Reader?"
"Are you behind this?" I asks downhearted. My heart aches with disappointment.
"Do you remember our conversation in the coffee shop? That you should behave?"
I nod weakly.
"Well, you wanted the hard way. That's all your doing."
It's okay.
"Here is another decision..."
It's okay.
"You will come with me voluntarily or I'll force you."
It's okay.
Relax! Play smart! You lost all you posses, what's the big deal? Go with him! Don't make it harder than it has to be!
Sobbing, I grab his hand and his smirk goes only wider. How is this even possible?
"Good choice," he says and holds a cloth over my face.
Everything goes black.
It's okay. Everything will be okay...right?
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Big confession time
After seeing @mrultra100 's post regarding his stance to JT, I decided to come clean with something. Be warned though, this is gonna be a long one.
As he pointed out in his post, JT is pretty much dead, given with the history. Even the fandom seems to be dead.
But here's the thing. I'm incredibly stubborn to believe in that. Mostly because, this show holds a very special heart to me. I remember watching it a lot on Nickelodeon as a kid and being mesmerised by everything. Sure, I also remember watching Spongebob and TLA as well and I do remember them fondly, but somehow, Johnny Test, despite its budget cuts and mixed seasons, has enticed me to such a degree, it influenced me to create art and stuff.
Keep in mind, I'm autistic, so my connection to my hyperfixations are incredibly deep. And while I have other stuff, I enjoy, such as Winx Club, The Penguins of Madagascar, Kamen Rider, etc., Johnny Test is the one, I'm really obsessed with. I couldn't stop smiling, everytime I see the characters, love the dynamic and the character himself, Johnny, has resonated with me to have fun. (He is my Nr. 1 favourite character BTW)
In the beginning, I was very secretive online, since at the time, the hatedom was really huge. Not to mention, my artworks back then were....pretty terrible. But as time went on and opinions changed, I evolved and matured, acknowledging its flaws and making plans on making it better myself.
In short, this show made me into what I am today. There is a reason, why I'm known as the queen of Johnny Test.
Besides, I keep bringing up attention to the series by making lots of fanart, stories, headcanons, cosplay and even a spinoff concept, I really want to make it official, when I get into the animation industry. This is when I do the most unconventional method of doing lots of crossover stuff with JT, mostly with Winx, but also with other shows and media as well. I did MLP, Sonic and the list doesn't stop there.
It may sounds odd, but this, along with talking about the series online and making more fanmade content, are the only methods for me to spread about its existence, while also connecting with my friends. Shoutout to @arti-squid , @rominadrawsart16 , Oreostuffing11, @thetickler85 and @akcartoonist2004 for being the most awesome JT moots ever!
As for my plans for "Johnny Test - Power Up!", I have plans of more content. I have yet to draw Dukey and the remaining two new characters, while also planning to do concept art of the other characters, locations, lore, etc. Basically creating a very detailed show concept to pitch to studios and hopefully, getting the rights of the series for a new chance.
And as for the Prismaverse, it'll also develop further as well. Like I have more plans for more headcanons, stories, friendships and artworks for the cast and even plans on expanding it further by adding more series, I'm interested with.
All of this may sound really farfetched, but this show really defined me to keep evolving, experimenting and believing in myself and my dreams. I found new friends along the way, while also fighting some hardships in my life at the same time.
Just because the series and by extention, the community is dead by a majority of people, that doesn't mean, it's fully dead. There is still a spark, waiting to be blossomed to a inferno. In other words, as long as there are dedicated fans like me and my friends, that spark will last to the end of time.
In short, never give up your obsessions and dreams, even when there is doubt. Keep doing, what makes you happy.
This has been the Queen of Johnny Test speaking, I hope this post gives you some insight about my opinions about it.
Stay Radiant and Sparkle on, starlets. ✨️
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a lil something ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
hi! recently ive started doing a little writing and wanted to come on here and share it for some feedback!! this is just a little intro to a story I've been workshopping for a bit >-<. it has some ethel cain references (cause I looooooove her!! ) idk if its good...so please all criticism is NEEDED! so yes i want feedback! ahem enough said below is the intro:
My mama kneaded the dough, underneath the sunlight, she seemed younger, full of life. I watched her from the crack in the door, always peeking, always wanting to be near. I was constantly captivated by her, an unseen observer, always yearning to be by her side. I can not recall when I became a parasite, sucking on the back of my mama's leg to stay warm. From the start, I was dealt bad cards, and fate ultimately screwed me over.
A broken-down home in the middle of nowhere is all I’ve ever known. Daddy’s been comatose, lying on the bed. Mama forbade me from entering the room, and she barely goes in it herself. I would never say this out loud to Mama, but I have started to suspect that he’s dead. Something has started to smell rotten from that room and I fear that it will clog up , overtaking our every scent and soon even Mama won’t be able to deny the malevolent smell that will become etched into our home. The nights get cold, but despite this, she would sleep with her back turned to me. Yet I would still cling to her like a leech, my limbs wrapped around her. In the daytime she doesn’t speak, choosing to spend her time sitting on the big chair that was once Daddy’s. The armchair is frayed and the fabric is long faded. She sits there and stares off into the distance, a look in her eyes tells me that she is far gone. I watch her. I watch as she cries, and she slowly withers away from me. I don't ever blame her for loving me the way she did while her heart was being ripped apart. Or if she loved me at all.
Silently I exist. Words have not been uttered in a while and I continue to wonder how much longer we will live this feral lifestyle. Will I ever get out of this cycle? I wonder most days. I sit on the floor and think. I never weep though, mama already does enough of that for the both of us. Instead, I dream. I dream of being placed on the back of a white horse and whisked away. To a place where the people are kinder, Mama won’t have to cry anymore.
I thought good guys were the ones who got happy endings. Am I no good? I feel as if I am not, for I am incredibly unhappy. I am poison in the water, spreading. The bane of Mama’s pain. She never says but I can tell by the way she doesn’t look at me or spare me a moment of her day.
Daddy used to be a man of faith, attending church every Sunday. He would take me with him, and sit me down on the seat next to him. I would watch as he closed his eyes and his eyebrows would furrow every so slightly as the Preacher began his sermon. I still remember the words from that church that day, and even now they spin through my mind: a mother is a very special thing, other than lord jesus christ. a mother is one of the best gifts that god could give to the world. The Preachers never left me after that day, and I assume that is why I am still clinging to Mama after all this time. Daddy would murmur words throughout the Preacher's speech. I never asked him what he was praying for him….and I guess I’ll never know. I took after his habits and used to pray for him to get better, and for Mama to love me again. I would shut my eyes tight, and whisper prayers but I started to realize all I was hearing back was the echo of my desperate cries. Does God not care for me? Or were my words tainted? The sins of my parents, and the sins of theirs being marked on me, making God abandon me.
After church Daddy used to play a game with me, hiding me under the leaves. He would leave for a while and I would have to stay concealed until he comes back. The roughness of the leaves is still inscribed into my skin and the smell of them is forever on my clothes. Some days, he would leave me there for a while, and yet I would never emerge from the leaves. I would lay covered and still. I never knew why Daddy did that, and where he went while I was hidden. Mama never came looking for me even if I was gone for days. Even if Daddy left me there for that long of a period, he still came back every time. Even now years later I find myself hiding myself under the leaves, the scent bringing me comfort.
I would like to remember Daddy in his fondest moments and cling to Mama even in her worst. Although I know Daddy wasn’t the hero in my story. I think I will still forever be a little girl needing him, waiting for him to allow her to get up from the leaves. Or the little girl leeching onto her Mama.
Mama no longer wants me. This I know. I have been thrown off to the side but I will continue to crawl back to her for she is all I got. She is all I have in this small shack; it is my entire world. Bloodied and beaten from her kicks I will still grasp onto her leg. Even if I die doing it.
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As you know my plan is to do all mammals and every time I finish one, I feel that I am closer to my goal. I don't need to rush. Step by step I will get where I want to.
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Rothschild's Giraffe
This animal classification is a little bit tricky. Some consider it a subspecies while others consider it an ecotype of the Nubian Giraffe. An ecotype is a species that develops physical differences due to its surroundings. However, genetically is the same species. The term is a little ambiguous because I think describes in many cases, a subspecies or the beginning of one.
Rothschild's Giraffe is also known as the Baringo Giraffe or the Ugandan Giraffe. It is known to be one of the largest subspecies. Also, its sight, smell and hearing is well developed and its body is specially built for speed.
However, the easiest way to differentiate this giraffe from the other subspecies is that it has five ossicones. Yes, five! (Ossicones are the name for the horns of the giraffes). The normal two that all giraffes have, one in the middle of the head and one behind each ear. Incredible.
Is critically endangered despite being one of the best-evolved giraffes. That just can mean that is not the environment the one that is putting in danger the survival of this animal but us. Nature takes over the weakest, we humans, take over the strongest.
Dwarf Giraffes?
Well yeah. I just discovered that these subspecies have Dwarf Giraffes. They are about 3 meters high, which is close to two meters less than the normal size of these animals. However, scientists speculate their size was caused more by inbreeding due to species decline.
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Rothschild's Giraffe
Rothschild's Giraffe
Dwarf Giraffes
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Ellen van Yperen
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