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iwanttofuckereh69 · 9 months

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To properly celebrate @hornyimpulsivity's birthday i decided to inflict emotional damage onto everyone with both an illustration and a fic. Happy birthday bestie <333

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Pairing: Draken (Ryuguji Ken) x Hanma Shuji

Rating: T

Word count: 1k

Content warnings: angst, breakup, mentions of smut

Summary: It's been twelve years since Tenjiku. Draken and Hanma met again when they both were at their lowest. One thing led to another and what was supposed to be a one time thing, started to become more scary than any of them was willing to admit. Now Draken is struggling to tell Shuji the truth. He is after all more afraid of losing him than anything else.

A/N: Hello, this is a short scene pulled out from a bigger thing so probably not everything makes perfect sense without the context. Artwork by me, and the story is a group effort between me and @hornyimpulsivity. Enjoy! PS. dialogues are written with "-" instead of quotes marks because im polish and stubborn

Shuji didn't laugh. He didn't mock the Dragon for being a pussy that’s whining over a few burned photos. He didn't say anything borderline insulting, trying to be funny, like he used to. Instead there was warmth. A bit of kindness the Dragon desperately needed. A compassion he wasn't expecting. And surprisingly wise words he should probably consider actually listening to. The Reaper was right, placing his hand on top of the Dragon's heart, pointing to right where it hurt. Where all those memories still were, just like he said, as vivid as ever, despite the photos that captured them being gone. Those weren’t just frames, still images frozen in time, fading on the crumbled pieces of paper. He could still hear all their voices. Their naive laughter. Their youthful playfulness. The smell of the beach in the midst of July, the smell of gasoline and the roar of engines. The sweet perfume Emma used to wear. And even Shuji was there somewhere amongst all the others, an annoying brat from a long time ago, with ugly ass hair and lame leopard print on his bike. The same Shuji that could punch the living shit out of Draken when nobody else dared to come close to him. The same one that now held him, keeping him from falling apart.

Draken smiled softly, looking up at him, in those beautiful eyes of his, glistening as if they were pure, liquid gold. It wasn't the first time Draken couldn't tell what twisted emotions filled those eyes of his. But it wasn't the first time either, when he felt nonetheless utterly fascinated by them. And it sure as hell wasn't the first time he just couldn't stop looking.

He wanted to tell him so many things. Make so many stupid, cringey confessions. But before he managed to open his mouth, his lips were already occupied. The kiss was sudden... and yet, funny enough, expected. So many times Ryuguji caught Shuji's curious eyes wandering across his smile. So many times he himself shyly gazed at his lips. He was scared of this longing, he was scared of the feeling it brought along.

He didn't protest, however. Quite the contrary. He entangled his fingers into Shuji's hair, pulling him closer, as close as he could possibly get, angry at the stupid clothes that kept their skin from touching.

Draken lost his balance and leaned over the wall, pushing Shuji against it, kissing him as if it was their last kiss.

(It was.)

It was different from all the kisses they shared so far. This time it wasn't about fucking, it wasn't about satisfying that primal, filthy desire. It was much more meaningful. Much more scary. Because they shouldn't be kissing like that. They shouldn’t be feeling like that. They were never meant to… And yet they found each other somehow.

- That's gonna be a memory I'm going to hold onto most desperately - he whispered into his lips, holding Shuji's face close, not ready to open his eyes, not ready to confess that it was probably their last kiss. - The one i will probably cherish the most - he added.

He wasn’t ready to let go of him, scared that Shuji would disappear.

- I'm not just a memory yet, my Dragon. - Hanma whispered softly and smiled right into Draken's lips, before allowing them to connect once again.

One of Shuji's palms quickly ended up on the side of Draken's neck, caressing it with fondness and occasionally sliding his thumb across his jaw and cheek. The other one eventually found its way to the Dragon's hip. Soon, Hanma's curious fingers were wandering up Draken's body, reaching his waist, and to his backside, squeezing his buttcheek in quite a playfull and weirdly affectionate manner.

Not yet. But soon.

Draken’s lips trembled when he felt Shuji kissing him again so impatiently it hurt. It hurt somewhere inside his chest, somewhere where his heart was, his heart that was beating so fast it seemed like it was about to tear apart his chest.

Ryuguji gasped, feeling his touch. Impatient as ever and yet… intimate. Affectionate. Tender. Shuji’s palms knew Dragon’s body so well, as if he had touched him a million times before. And maybe he did. In this life, or another. He just seemed to know all the curves, all the crevices. Like a lover would.

Is this what they became? The unintended lovers? That was supposed to be a one time thing. A brief encounter, a chase after bodily pleasure, nothing more. But it became more. Yet Draken couldn’t even pinpoint exactly when that happened. It just stopped being brief somewhere along the way. It stopped being simple and just horny.

They were supposed to be just friends with benefits. Buddies that fuck sometimes. It’s not like Hanma would ever even consider them to be something more than that, right? Right…?

And yet, here was Kenny, struggling to say whatever he was about to say out loud, as if those few words would break his own heart. As if those would break Shuji’s heart as well. That was probably the most horrific of things. He cared about that pretty boy, obviously he didn’t want to hurt him. The situation just… got out of hand. But he couldn’t let it continue either, it wasn’t fair.

- Shuji - he whispered softly, trying to stop all those tender, affectionate kisses the Reaper was placing all over Ryuguji’s lips. He moved back and gazed at him as Shuji took a big draw of a half burned cigarette. Damn he was pretty. Inside and out. He deserved the fucking world. But Draken couldn’t give it to him.

- Hm…?

- I… I got back together with him - he said, so quietly that only his Reaper could hear it. He wished he didn’t say it at all. There was that tricky, malicious part of his brain that was telling him to not say a word. But it wasn’t fucking fair.

#tokyo revengers #draken x hanma #tokyo revengers fanart #tokyo revengers fanfiction #angst #my first published work in color wow #never again :))))))#also i was adamant on never publishing anything from that ff we've been writing for over a year #and yet here i am #be nice #im not native english speaker so its probably super bad #but its worth it for the pain #digital art #tr fanart

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unicyclehippo · 6 months

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im rewatching criminal minds & focusing HARD on Emily, as always. at the end of “fear & loathing” when she’s talking to Derek about Kurt Vonnegut she says “I haven’t read this in fi—in twelve years” & im CERTAIN she was gonna say fifteen. now why would she lie about something like that? is she lying about her age? is she three years older than it says in her files? are those three years missing completely? that doesn’t make sense — hotch remembers her from his first command, he would remember vaguely how old she was. then again, there’s no reason for him to do the maths about it. or maybe she’s simply putting out feelers to see how much she can slip up before theyll pick up on her mistakes or call her out on them? that doesn’t make sense either, she doesn’t want to get found out. is it just an acting flub & they didn’t have time to reshoot such a minor mistake? extremely possible.

#criminal minds tag #emily prentiss #my BELOVED #you can ignore this

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years

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Protective Of You: Peter Ballard

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word count: 400

description: hello! It's 1am but I'm going crazy rn so can you possibly do a one-shot where the reader is like the sibling of peter not like biological just they met at Hawkins thingy majiki idk what to say IM SO SORRY but he's like very possessive of them bcs yk I CAN'T SAY IT IM SO LOST RN, but can you please do this you don't have to it's fine

Being one of Dr. Brenner's children wasn't easy, you didn't have a normal childhood like most, and most of all you didn't have someone who loved and cared for you genuinely that was until you met Peter.

Peter was different from the other nurses and orderlies there, he seemed to take an interest in you and look after you whether you realized it or not. When he first came up to you and started talking to you, you didn't talk to him figuring he was like the other adults there waiting for you to screw up or one of the children to bully you and not do anything.

"Why do you show so interest in me?" You asked about the third or fourth time of coming over and trying to talk to you.

"Because I see so much of myself in you. I see what others don't, like how number three and number six always bully you but then act like a victim when you react to them in hopes of Papa punishing you." He said making you look up at him because you assumed most of the adults didn't see that stuff only you reacting.

"I just wanted to help you number twelve not hurt you, which I know is hard to believe but I'll prove it too and if you decide you want to back off then I will." He said as nodded processing his words.

It happened again, after a lesson with papa you all were in the rainbow room playing when number three decided to push you as you worked on some legos making you spill the whole bucket out as the other kids laughed at you.

"You gonna cry? Go ahead Papa won't care." Number three taunted as you fought the tears that threatened to spill.

"Number three that's enough!" Peter said grabbing the boy's arm and telling the other olderly to take number three to his room as well as the other children.

"Are you okay number twelve?" He asked kneeling in front of you and helping you pick up the legos.

"Thank you." You said throwing your arms around him.

From that moment you saw Peter as your older brother and protector knowing that as long as he was around, no more harm would come to you and you were grateful for him.

#peter ballard #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard fanfic #peter ballard fluff #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader

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dykevanny · 8 months

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TRANS GREG AND NESSA IM GONNA CRY OVER THEM. xe has totally bought every article physically possible in the mens section. AUGH.

and greg in skirts is everything…. ik it can be a lot harder to like. experiment (safely, at least) w ur gender presentation if everyone thinks ur a guy n u were raised a guy. cause ppl are still weird about guys in skirts! but ness wouldnt be weird abt it and xe knows that Look and even tho greg thinks shes being discreet (‘oh yeah i just want to grow my hair out cause i havent been able to before’ ‘oh no cassie just wanted to paint my nails, cant say no to her or else shell pull out her puppy eyes’ ‘cassie wanted to practice applying makeup to other ppl and i was her training dummy cause i didnt care’) ness knows. dudes like ive been there. but also she has no idea how to tell the twelve year old sib she adopted that its okay without freaking gregory out.

IM JUST THINKING OUT LOUD. i love them both sososo much.

I WAS ABOUT TO SEND THIS ASK BUT THEN I HAD A THOUGHT. DOES CASSIE KNOW,,,,,, shed totally let gregory borrow her skirts and accessories and shed do their makeup and nails for them and give all the tips and tricks for stuff they might not have been taught AND SHED BE SUCH A GOOD SUPPORTIVE FRIEND

(also no worries abt taking a while to respond! /gen)

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU. UESSSSS YOU GET IT YESSSS YESSSSS…..it takes greg a while to. Open up abt it but ness being there as a positive role model openly genderfucked def helped him out so very much.. also freddy’s support.<3 he may not be trans but he’s also openly queer and does his best to make sure greg feels like he can be open about everything with him. The Father okay,,

and YES CASSIE KNOWS<3 in theoretical everything okay everything niceys au where cass and rox get out and find 3stars cassie (openly nonbinary for all the time they’ve been friends) is the first one greg asks about things. She is ofc so so supportive. Plus she has a new victim for playing dressup with<33 they are having a sleepover and roxy is there (even though she holds a grudge she’s never gonna pass up dressup.plus cassie said to be nice.plus she’s also trans cause i say so(which is why the foxy mysteriously disappeared ha ha….)) and i think cassie would def show greg how to dress fashionably. They would probably still dress like a bit of a loser though<3 i care them so much did you knowww

And YES🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥GREG SKIRT IS REAL.

#fnaf #Cassie fnaf #gregory fnaf #vanessa fnaf

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deadhoneybee · 4 months

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Scenes from a fic ill never write (im gonna chuck it at its own ones (1) and zeros (0) )

Its a college au, roughly 1k

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It was almost half past twelve at night, remus was tucked into the couch with his computer in his lap and about four books laid out next to him. He’d been trying to finish this essay for three hours now and the words were starting to swim together.

He dropped his head in his hands and rubbed his face sighing out of frustration. He could finish it after class tomorrow. The door to the dorm creaked open and remus peeked through his fingers to see a very sloshed looking sirius.

“Welcome back then, i didnt think youd be here so soon” he closed his laptop and books, stacking them all on the coffee table.

“Yeah well” sirius just shrugged and pulled of his jacket, swaying as he tossed it on a kitchen chair to his right. Remus watched him carefully, a bit nervous he would topple over any minute. He thought about getting up to help but didnt move. Sirius was an adult, and he didnt need remus’ help, probably didnt even want it anyway.

Sirius just stood there by the door, staring straight at him. He could tell sirius was thinking hard about something and it made Remus squirm, he felt like he was in the hot seat and he wanted out.

“Remus, why dont you like me.”

What. That, was the last thing he expected to come out of sirius’ drunken mouth. What did he even say? He couldnt tell him the truth? That no he did like sirius, thought he was cool and talented and even a bit pretty because thats the whole problem, and up until ten seconds ago he was positive Sirius didnt like him. He still couldnt lie to him though..

Sirius stumbled into the living area and dropped into a bean bag on the floor. “Ya know.. cuz i like you. Alot. Think youre really cool even…” he stared at the ceiling tiles for a moment before dropping his gaze back to remus, who could hardly even form a proper sentence.

Oh. Oh no, Divert. Divert right now and digest it later, this is… too much theres no way sirius could actually enjoy his company. There just isnt.

“How pissed are you exactly?” He tried to sound as relaxed as possible but at that sirius scoffed, or maybe he hiccuped? Couldve been both.

“Not very, walked back all b’myself jus fine yeah?”this time it was remus that definitely scoffed.

“Youre joking, you walked back? Like this? Where was james?” Sirius shrugged his shoulders and looked like he was trying not to giggle “dunno. He was singing karaoke, at the bar? And then i was… not there.” Remus sighed and rubbed his face again. If sirius didnt request a new dorm mate in the morning then remus would be dead from the stress before first term was up.

“Yeah right well-“

“Remus whats your middle name?”

Remus pulled his hand down over his nose and mouth so he could look at sirius. His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back, he looked very concentrated and remus was just… very lost. “Im sorry what?”

“Youre middle” he stopped and hicuped again, tossing an arm over his eyes “name.. what is it?”

“Its john? Why?” There was not response for a second and he thought maybe sirius had fallen asleep until he loved his arm and opened an eye to look at him.

“Huh… so its just your first and last then?”

“Sirius, what on earth are you on about right now.” He groaned and sat closer to the edge of the couch, and sirius sat up, or well tried before giving up and sinking back into the bag with his both his eyes now trained on him.

“Your name obviously” he rolled his eyes like remus was the one making next to no sense. “Remus john lupin, means something like.. wolf john wolf right?” Very few people in his life had pieced that together, and he was not anticipating that this is where sirius was going.

“Um, yeah.. its a bit unfortunate really. My father is.. or um he was really obessed with wolves so.” He sighed and sagged back into the couch, cracking his knuckles in a nervous habit “I like it. Better then Sirius orion black anyway.” Remus didnt know what to say to that. He thought it was a rather nice name if he was honest, which he wouldnt be, not now at least.

“Can i call you wolfy?”

“Absolutely not. Never, would be preferred thanks.” Sirius scoffed and then laughed, something that sounded so light and care free and it made remus smile a bit. “Ill think of something else then, even though i was quite fond of that one.”

“You just thought of it, you cant be that fond of it already. Besides it was awful” sirius stuck his tongue out at him, smiling. “Yeah alright then, i will think of one though”

“As long as it doesnt have ‘wolf’ in it, i might be alright with that”

“Good.”

They sat for a moment like that, the occasional hiccup from sirius and tick of the old plastic clock on the wall. Its was just about one in the morning now and remus sighed. He looked over at sirius, now curled up on the bean bag. He seemed like he was about to fall asleep, his breathing soft and even and his hair haphazardly strewn about the back of the seat and his eyes.

“Hey sirius?” There was only a hum in response “dont you have an exam tomorrow at eight?” That got his attention, he opened his eyes and stretched out his legs

“Fuck. Yeah, and my professor is a right arse too.” He tried to push himself up a few times before throwing his head back and grumbling. “Mm, moonster, i dont think i can get up right now”

“That is not, dont call me that either.” He rolled his eyes and helped sirius to his feet, he was positive that hed said something in response but it was mumbled and incoherent. They walked back to their room, more remus walked and sirius stumbled. It was a wonder how he managed to make it all the way back like this, honestly.

He stopped at the edge of sirius’ bed and sat him down, neither of them said anything as he pulled himself up all the way and curled up ontop of the blankets with his back to remus’ side of the room. He just sighed and collapsed into his own bed, pulled his blanked up and over himself and stared at the ceiling.

He could hear sirius breathing slow and steady a few feet away, some shuffling, kicking, and then a thump on the floor. He turned his head and closed his eyes for a moment before he got back up and picked the duvet up off the floor. He draped it over sirius and just looked at him for a moment before whispering “i do like you, by the way..”

He walked into the kitchen and got a glass of water, dropped a few icecubes in it and walked back into their room placing it on sirius’ nightstand before dropping back into his own bed and rolling over to face the wall.

He thought he might have heard a small thank you before he fell asleep.

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what-if-nct · 3 months

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hellooo today's reminder is I slept for over twelve hours and therefore have had the perfect Sunday, how was your weekend?

Hiii, that is seriously the most perfect Sunday, there is nothing better than sleeping most of the day. That's what Sunday is for. I also took a nap today. Had a weird dream I cant remember. Speaking of dreams I had a dream me and the guy I'm seeing went to Italy or France it felt like both. And we were walking around and there was a movie being filmed in the street and we stood to watch before continuing to walk around and we got to our hotel room and the balcony door was open and it was windy. And we laid toward the bottom of the of the bed with our feet at the head board both facing the balcony while he was holding me from behind. Crazy thing is I sleep away from my headboard and I told him about the dream and he told me that he also sleeps away from the head board.

But you know and I'm gonna sound like a broken record here but most of the weekend we've just been talking on the phone for hours at night and it's really nice and we have plans to hangout and I know I bring him up alot but when I say this is my only good experience with a man I genuinely mean that and I'm just a little excited cause I've never experienced anything so nice and sweet I'm sorry. But of course this morning I woke to an abundant amount of messages, missed calls and pictures from if you remember the boy who looks like Doyoung.

He messaged me from an account I didn't block and he said it was his birthday yesterday and he wanted me to do things with him. I told him I can't talk to him, what he did destroyed my trust and Im seeing someone then I went to sleep. And woke up to just all of that he was literally begging me and called back to back and I'm kinda scared cause I don't think he should have my address anymore but also now that I think about it I don't know and he just seemed so disparate and sadly there is a part of me that feels bad for him but why can't guys just accept no as an answer and he's been trying to message me all day hence the nap but I'm afraid to just block him out of nowhere without trying to defuse the situation cause I don't want to possibly anger him cause he does live near me like it took him five minutes to get to my house before.

I don't know. I'm not sure if I should tell the guy I'm seeing cause I can't quite tell my best friend who told me I'm not allowed to tell her bad things that happened to me. It's totally valid dont worry I told her I passed out the night before the Doja Cat concert cause I didn't eat all day and she got mad at me and only wants to hear good news from me and I'm just so lost and scared and I don't know what to do. I'm sorry this took a turn but I was so happy for a long time and today just kinda hit me hard.

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leighsartworks216 · 1 year

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The Viper (Part 9)

Jaskier x gn!reader

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve

Real men change their plotlines in the middle of writing chapters and then struggle to figure out how tf it's all gonna work out. I'm real men

Warnings: swearing, light angst, "there's only one bed" trope kinda, romantic tension?? Idk im aroace 💀, possibly ooc Jaskier

Word Count: 2286

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"What do you do during the winter?"

Jaskier's fingers toyed with the strings of his lute, on the edge of the next notes of his song. It seemed he was struck by the sudden question, ripped from the trance he fell into any time he played his lute, all other functions shutting down as he processed the question.

"In Oxenfurt, I mean," you clarified. Across from him, you busied yourself with repairing tears in your armor. Although you had no official contracts, you still found plenty of troublesome monsters along the path. "Do you have a house there, or something?"

The bard shook his head at the mere idea of a house in the busy city. "Not as such, no." Soft notes played in the air as he just barely strummed his beloved instrument. His eyes seemed to glaze over as he thought about Oxenfurt - of the cobbled roads and brick buildings. Bards around every corner; barkers at stalls trying to entice the folk into buying their wares. "The university there usually asks me to teach. I lecture for the newest generation of artists, and they allow me a dorm to stay in until the semester is over."

"Professor Jaskier?"

He chuckles. "No, Professor Pankratz."

"Pankratz?"

"Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove," he introduced himself. His hand left his lute in favor of producing a mock bow, resting on his chest as he bent down. "At your service."

Your lips quirked up at the playful action. "How does a Viscount become a traveling bard?"

He waved the question away, playing a few notes. "It's a long story and really not worth getting into."

"Must be bad if you of all people don't want to tell it," you teased. He simply tilted his head from one side to the other, agreeing with the statement with a half-formed grimace.

Changing the subject, Jaskier's blue eyes focused in on you. "What about you? What do you do in the winter?" As if realizing something, his brow furrowed with confusion. "You don't have a Keep to go back to..."

You shook your head, bittersweet emotions taking over your features. "I find it much easier to keep working during the season," you admitted. "Some monsters enjoy the cold weather. While other Witchers rest, I have ample opportunity to earn some more coin."

"Don't you get tired, though?" Your hands paused their stitching, thread half-pulled through the leather as you stared at him in befuddlement. "All the others have a season to heal, but you keep going all year round. When do you rest?"

Those blue eyes bored into your soul, searching for an answer. Why didn't you rest?

It was easy to say because you had nowhere to go. Witchers were protective of their Keeps. It would be unlikely for a Wolf to let a Viper within their walls, due to the natural distrust that stemmed from the separation of schools to begin with. Different ideals, different teachings; the conflicting views of a Witcher that killed monsters and humans within the home of Witchers who only hunted monsters would only make for a poor winter.

Or perhaps you didn't rest because it was easy to forget what going against monsters was like when you trained against wooden dummies. Staying active during the winter kept you trained and ready for the warmer months. The practice on icy, soft terrain helped to prepare you for thawed ground and solid dirt.

And the cain! During the warmer months, what few remaining Witchers left were competing for contracts, fighting to get the better ones first. But once the cold seasons came around, they all went away, leaving plenty of contracts unattended to. It was all too easy to bounce from town to town, killing monsters, humans, and non-humans, and filling your purse with Crowns along the way.

But, deep down, you knew the real reason. It was true, you had no home. Crossing the border to Nilfgaard just to go to a destroyed school was too risky, and too foolish. And every moment you were not breaking your back, laboring to survive, that thought was all too loud in your mind. You could picture the Wolves in their keep, around hot fires, discussing their best contracts - and their worst. The brotherly camaraderie as they trained against one another and broke bread together. And it tore you apart.

You recalled when you had a home. When you had siblings to train with and tease like a family. When you huddled around fires and ate hot stews, and chucked stale bread at the heads of the others when they made a terrible joke. And every time, you remembered they were dead.

You produced a weak grin, something to ease the concern in Jaskier’s brow. “At times like this,” you said. “Fixing armor, brewing potions…” You looked into the fire. Flickers of memories were held in the burning embers, reflected in your animalistic eyes. When you looked back at the bard, he could still see the distant memories held in your irises. “This is all the rest I need, honest.”

The rain finally caught up to you on the second day of your journey. It would have been fine, if the drops were not as large and heavy as they were. Sheets of precipitation drenched you and your faithful bard in seconds. The water and chilly air made for a dastardly combo, resulting in frozen fingers, chattering teeth, and more things for Jaskier to complain about.

Already, after the struggle that was packing up camp, you had heard him complain about water in his boots, wet socks, how hard it was to keep his lute dry, and a further multitude of endless things that did not seem to be going well for the bard. The best antidote for an overly aggravated bard, however, was quite simple, all things considered. All one needed to do was shift the conversation so he would talk about himself.

“So,” you interrupted another complaint, nearly shouting over the endless barrage of rain, “how did you get the name ‘Jaskier?’”

“Ah!” His steps squelched in the muddy dirt road as he caught up to walk right alongside you, albeit on the opposite side of Bayard. He peered at you from under a woolen hood that nearly hid his bright eyes. You could just make out wet strands of brown hair matted to his forehead. “An excellent question! As it so happens, Jaskier means ‘buttercup!’ Like the flower. Little yellow- you know.”

You nodded.

“I figured, most bards have stage names they go by. If I was going to become a traveling troubadour,” he made a wide gesture, as if to represent his travels all over the Continent, “it only made sense to change my name.”

“But why buttercup?”

“Hm?”

“You’re such a romantic, why not something to do with roses or, I don’t know, something that’s not poisonous?”

He scoffed, catching your eye overtop Bayard’s bowed head to ensure you were witness to his incredulous look. “A rose? As a symbol of romance it’s far overplayed.”

Of course, likening Jaskier to a mere rose would ruffle his feathers. “Okay, fine then. A dandelion.”

If anything, that only set him off further.

“A dandelion?!”

“Yes! Buttercups are hard to find; they only grow in forests in the perfect conditions. You’re a bard - you thrive everywhere! Like a weed.”

His nose scrunched up in a scowl, but it softened as the conversation tapered off. “You may have a point.”

“That is to say…” Jaskier met your eyes again, blue eyes flickering to look at the grin teasing your lips. “I quite like ‘Jaskier.’” You did not see the way his cheeks reddened through the downpour.

The rain washed out the forest floor. Trying to start a fire was a futile fight against nature. In an effort to prevent Jaskier getting sick, you built two small shelters out of any woolen fabric you could find. One covered Bayard, who, despite the situation, seemed understanding. He bumped his nose into you several times when you were covering him in blankets and checking his hooves.

The other formed a small tent, just large enough for one person to fit inside comfortably. Despite its size, both you and Jaskier sat underneath the mouth, pressed as close together as possible to preserve what little warmth you had. For the first time in several years, you despised your Witcherness. Your slow heart rate kept your body just warm enough to survive, so you lacked any excess warmth to share. To combat this, you conjured a small Igni flame in your palm. The bard’s cold hands didn’t hesitate to hover over the fire and soak up every ounce of heat it offered.

After a short while, however, the spell drained you of too much energy and the flame flickered and died. You were plunged into darkness once more.

“Sorry.” Your voice bordered on a whisper. Had he not been right next to you, Jaskier was sure he wouldn’t have heard you speaking at all. “I can’t hold signs for very long.”

Torn from your reliance on vision, your other senses were heightened. If you strained to listen over the rain, you could hear two heartbeats surrounding you. One was beating slower, but you could hear the loud slosh of blood circulating through it. That was Bayard’s. The other beat faster, even skipping a beat as a loud boom of thunder cracked the air.

Clothes rustled beside you. Hands, warmer than yours though not by much, found yours in the dark. Nimble, calloused fingers tangled with yours, holding tight, and offering what warmth they could.

“You’re freezing.” The hands rubbed against yours. Friction left brief glimpses of heat behind.

You hummed noncommittally. “Slower heart rate, colder body. I don’t need to be as warm as you to survive.”

“It can’t be comfortable.”

“Comfortable?”

He pulled your hands over to his side, tucking them with his own to rest inside his doublet, just over the thin shirt underneath. You could feel the waves of heat radiating from his body, being sucked up by the weather and lost to the cold.

“What’s comfort got to do with it?” you ask again.

He sighed, a bit dramatically. “Nothing, nothing. Except I’m freezing my balls off and you’re about as warm as a block of ice.”

Despite the teasing in his tone, his words struck a sour cord in you. You pulled your hands from his, away from his warm chest, and cradled them into your own. “I’m sorry,” you spat. “I can only hold a sign for so long before it starts to affect me. It’s not my damn fault the weather is shit, but I’ve done a hell-of-a-lot more than gripe about the rain.”

Water hammered against the makeshift tent. It slapped against the saturated ground, turning it all into a malleable clay that oozed and formed puddles. No other life could be heard through all the noise. The crickets were silent. No birds sang. It was just you and Jaskier and Bayard, stuck out in the cold, wet damp of the world.

“I know,” he breathed. “I’m sorry.”

You tried peering at him from the corner of your eye, but it was so dark. Without a Cat potion, trying to make out any defining features was near impossible. The most you could see was his silhouette. An ill-defined blob that stared out across the “camp” and tugged his thin blanket closer.

“Me too.” You sighed. With no way to see the moon, it was difficult to make out the time, but you could tell it was late. Your muscles ached. The whole world felt heavier. “You should get some sleep.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll keep watch.”

You could feel his eyes on you, searching in the dark for something. You wished you could see his eyes.

“I’ll sleep if you sleep.”

“And if we get attacked in the middle of the night?”

He scoffed. “In this weather? Besides, what do we really have worth killing us for?” Getting on his knees, he shifted further into the tent. He laid down and repositioned himself until his back was against one of the woolen walls. “There should be room for both of us if we squeeze in.”

You frowned back into the darkness. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, positive!” You heard him patting the ground next to him. The ground beneath the bedrolls he laid on was soft from the mud. “C’mon, I can keep you warm.”

After a moment of contemplation (no other excuses found a way into your mind to avoid the situation), you crawled into the tent. It was tight. Laying on your sides, you were nearly chest to chest. You could feel every breath he took landing in soft puffs against your face, and the beating of his heart near yours.

Jaskier, however, was not content with the small gap between you. In one motion, he was pressed right up against you and his blanket was draped over you. You could smell the faint traces of sandalwood and vanilla that lingered on his skin.

An arm wrapped around you. You shivered at the contact, but he just drew you in closer.

“There,” he breathed. “Nice and cozy.”

It was too dark to see, but you knew, mere inches away, his face was directly in front of you. You could imagine the bubbly look on his face at convincing you to squeeze into the tent with him. The smug teasing look that hinted about his prior romantic experiences.

“Goodnight, Viper.”

You swallowed the lump formed in your throat and the tense, uncomfortable thoughts that came with your position, so close to the bard.

“Goodnight… Dandelion.”

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loveisbraveandwild · 2 years

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hihihi grace i have been following your blog since i was twelve and i wanted to say hi. but also. wait. what is going on with Ticketmaster? im so lost all i know is no one got tickets

buckle up! rewind to about 2 weeks ago. taylor posted on instagram, announcing her tour and over 4 million people liked it within 12 hrs, 4x the number of ppl who liked her loverfest instagram post. when she announced it you could sign up for a chance to get a presale code on monday, november 14th. at this time, we were also told loverfest ticket holders have priority, as well as people with additional boosts received from purchases on taylor’s online store. we’re encouraged to link our store email with our ticketmaster email. monday roles around and a decent number of people get emails and texts with codes saying they were selected, although there seems to be no rhyme or reason as to who did and did not get codes. we’re told to log onto ticketmaster at 10am the time you venue is closed. as an east coaster myself, when i logged in at 9:25, the website had already crashed. i spent 25 minutes incessantly refreshing just to get into the website. when i finally got into the waiting room and then into the queue, i had, wait for it, over 20,000 people in line in front of me. 2 hours go by, ticketmaster informs us they have pushed back the capitol one card holder presale back 24 hrs, as well as the west coast presales to 3pm local time, AND my queue is paused while they work at ~internal issues~ due to the fact that they, as they claim, had no idea how many ppl would show up on their website, despite having sent. out. the. presale. codes….. AND THEN around this time is when nosebleeds are around $120, floor seats are all vip for $800, and stubhub suddenly has thousands of tickets going for over $20,000. there, again, seems to be no pattern as to where you are in the queue, despite empty promises made by both tm and tn that fan loyalty would be a factor. by hour 4, most venues have no tickets allotted for presale left. many are devastated and feel scammed and are crying and confused

*deep breath* ITS WEDNESDAY! a new day and opportunity for capital one card holders to join a queue and get taylor swift tickets! it cant possibly be worse than yesterday, they naively think! only, its worse. while the queue moves slightly faster, the 6 digits tm asks us to use to confirm we have a card, don’t work. The website is crashing before its even 2pm local time, when we were told to join the queue. And then…… people finally get in to buy tickets and of course….. there is nothing left within the first 20 minutes of the presale. the world is outraged! what will tm and taylor say! people are begging tm and tn for answers (some of the answers are just them gaslighting fans convincing them they never said long time fans will get priority and they don’t know where that information came from)! what will they do!? nothing. the answer is nothing.

but! do not fret! friday is general sale! everyone will get equal opportunity! didnt get presale? no worries! don’t have a capital one card? a-okay! except….. about an hour ago, ticketmaster logs onto their silly little twitter to announce GENERAL SALE HAS BEEN CANCELED DUE TO UNPREDICTED SALES NUMBERS!!!! how could that be?? didnt they set aside presale tickets???? the stadiums can fit up to 6 digits worth of people!!! what abt the people who simply werent lucky or privileged enough to qualify for the first 2 sales? how can resellers legally do this??? what happened? where did they go wrong??? who even is gonna be in the audience a eras tour??? how did loverfest go so smoothly when there were only 4 domestic shows? all…..great….. fucking….. questions……

i am absolutely horrified and outraged at ticketmaster. 90% of my friends are people i’ve met because of the taylor fandom and yet a whopping like 10% of my friends who live in or can come to the US got tickets. the entire process sucked and to top it all off barely anyone got tickets. right now the only opportunity to get tickets is to spend either $4000 for nosebleeds or more for alternative sections. i dont know what to make of taylor and team’s silence, i am feeling blindly optimistic because i love her and trust her and she often, not always but often, pulls through. i am so sorry to everyone who wont be able to see her, as of now.

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dracwife · 1 year

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Im sorry if you already did that one but 25. falling asleep on them for anyone youd like to write abt? :]

ty glitch ! ❤️‍🩹

25. falling asleep on them.

"...I call dibs on that sweet little four-color pen Mickey keeps in his left drawer."

"Tony, do not take pictures."

"Call it commemorative, Kate. Wouldn't you want a nice commemorative photo if it was you?"

"No. And I'd break your fingers for trying."

They stand there in the aisle of the plane, the both of them. Just staring.

Staring, down at the sight of two very Special Agents who happened to fall asleep on the flight home after a particularly long case. A pair that had also not exactly outwardly talked about their relationship, yet. A pair that not only fell asleep, but fell asleep on each other. And were now being stared at by their co-workers.

"Gibbs is totally gonna kill them."

"Tony, it doesn't mean anything. It was a long week for us all."

"No, no. Look at the way his head is angled. That's not an oopsie fell asleep. That's a nice comfy, cozy little number we like to call The Deal Closer."

"What does that even mean?"

"It means these two are more than just friends, Kate. You see the way they talk to each other all the time. They have that look in their eyes like they know something we don't. C'mon. You saw the way they were arguing when we boarded. Like an old married couple," Tony's smugness is only punctuated by the clicking of the shutter on his phone, which he spared no moment in hitting repeatedly.

"Just wait until I show --"

"Show who, DiNozzo?" Gibbs' voice interrupts him.

"Well, I was going to say Abby. And Ducky. And that new guy from the mailroom. Possibly even you, actually, but on second thought, I would never do that. Because that would be an invasion of privacy and definitely exploitative of me. In fact, I am going to delete those pictures right now, boss," Tony's voice quickened as he went on, desperately trying to save himself from the hole he'd dug, "...You knew already?"

"Of course I did. Didn't you hear them arguing when we got on the plane?"

"Wait, what happened to Rule Twelve?"

Tony jumped at Mickey's voice, which was not only unbothered but still tired, almost calm, just like the way he nudged Tim awake too, and stood to stretch for a moment before gathering his things having concluded from everyone else's bustling about that the flight had finally landed,

"Every rule has an exception. I always told you I was Gibbs' favorite."

#canon btw #gibbs be like of course i knew i caught them kissing in the back of the plane two hours ago #also canon btw #ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ | r. － t.m.

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frankmillerturnonyourlocation · 5 days

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oh dammit i also need to build two more pages. Sigh okay as a reminder to myself and also because i want to talk about them messily here's my two wills that ive been procrastinating on giving tags:

Will Stanton!

From The Dark Is Rising (book series). Wildly dense British fantasy from the 70s that's gonna require more nuanced understanding of western European history to fully analyze and appraise than I have in me to give. With what I've got: it's, uh, definitely a British fantasy series from the 70s, with pieces of all the flaws you'd expect and possibly some exciting new ones, but it's good-hearted overall, and damn if it isn't beautiful.

I picked up a really old copy of the second book in the series from an elementary school that was giving them away during possibly the coldest, darkest, most socially hostile period of my college experience. Real leaving in the dark and coming home after dark vibes. I ended up finishing the book in the following semester, on a bench in town right before a beautiful spring storm. So, like, of course it's tattooed onto my heart.

Will is a twelve-year-old boy who lives on a farm and is also the last of a group of ancient, magic, impossibly wise guardians of all things ontologically good or whatever and he's no longer counted among humans as one of them and he's a little shit to his big sisters and he sings soprano. He walked into the woods with a teenager who wanted to hurt him and he never again acted entirely like a child. He tried to tell his favorite brother about it once. His brother didn't understand. He is the only one of the series' many child heroes who will remember any of it, and he will remember it forever, because he will not die. and im his weird time-lost best friend babysitter he shares a soul bond with and we have small companion dragons that are manifestations of our souls and its rad as fuck okay dont worry about it istg this is as far outside of canon compliance i have gotten with a self ship thus far

and thennnn.

William Shakespeare! (THE CHARARCTER FROM SOMETHING ROTTEN!)

Musicals are so fucking fun. It's like, cool, this thing rewired my brain, and I'm never gonna see it again. And we just do this to ourselves on purpose because live theater is so special and powerful like that. We do this on purpose.

And THEN it's like cool, cool, I'm researching contraceptive methods from the renaissance now, awesome. I'm spending my one wild and precious life thinking about meetcutes with Literal Playwright William Shakespeare. Nobody unfollow me for this. It's barely even rpf.

He's a little BITCH and a PLAGIARIST and a ROCK STAR and a CYNICAL ROMANTIC. I am CROSSDRESSING as a TEENAGE BOY to safely and legally CROSSDRESS AS A WOMAN to play BIT PARTS and get HECKLED onstage. And we slowburn until we develop a deep reliance on each other as two people with few healthy and reciprocal relationships with anyone else.

At some point, he lets me write some scripts and have them performed under his name. We all fucking hear me right now, right? Jesus Christ. It's not historical rpf. But I am saying that I would allow fictionalized, slutty William Shakespeare plagiarize my writing if he let me direct a little bit and also we were in love about it. I am saying that. And we're all still here.

#mud and flame #<-- quote from penda's fen. which is a very different piece of art from the dark is rising.#but i will continue to pin these thoughts to will's lapel. just dont. dont worry about it #either a fool or a cipher #<-- from as you like it. haven't read it since high school but i have such fond feelings about it. i named my fe13 character Rosalind #and the quote is just a little bit silly and half cynical and it just Fits. in my heart. it fits #me: huh yeah okay i could just use this writing for an about page for each of these guys. maybe just the sr one #evil kermit: but wouldn't it be fun if you somehow made the about page for sr in a script format. like you were reading a play.#me: what? what the fuck dude

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matthewsepicwriting · 4 months

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really REALLY old identity v x the cat returns fanfic (please don’t read it’s literally so bad)

Lucky stands bent over and panting. He sprinted as fast as he could when he hear his heart beat, thank goodness he just happened to find a rugby ball in the beginning of the match!

Lucky for him his heart beat slowly started to soften, looks like the hunter changed targets. As soon as he catches his breath, lucky quickly makes his way to the nearest cipher machine.

His fingers freezing in the cold as he starts working on the cipher, he could see his breath and feel the snowflakes gently land on his freckled face. God, he wishes he would have worn "moon face" in today's match, at least he would have at gloves!

Shivers from the cold make it hard to focus on decoding, but he manages like everyone else. And with that the cipher machine primes. Only 3 more left, and no one is chaired yet! Seems like it's going pretty good so far.

He quickly rushes to the next cipher, but stops when he hears something. Sounds like....a meow? He looks around the area, and finds a cat caught in one of the dream weavers webs from last match!

"How on earth did a cat get here??". His thought are quickly interrupted by the siren. The exit gates are able to be opened now. How long was he running around for?? they're fast decoders! Must be a newbie hunter. Or possibly a friendly hunter?

He looks down at the shivering cat, which has found itself in a bad situation. Lucky sighs "Come on kitty, let's get you free"

With that said lucky untangles the cat from the sticky web. "Well...good luck I guess?" He says he's about to take his leave. "Wait!" Lucky turns back, surprise and confused. Did...did that cat just speak?!

Lucky thoughts are interrupted by the cat standing on its two back legs!! Before he can stumble words out of his mouth the cat, standing in front him, speaks again "I would like to thank you for saving me".

He stands there speechless. "Oh god...I'm...im going crazy" he thinks to himself, still in shock. He just watches the cat brush the extra webs off his fur, then say "thank you human, I will make sure that you are rewarded for your act of kindness"

Dumbfounded lucky, still in shock, has no idea what to say "o-okay..." he manages to get out of his mouth. He watches the cat grin at him, then trot away. He's got to talk to Emily, he's clearly going crazy from all the matches.

He runs up to the exit gate to meet everyone there, he helps Emma heal one of his wounded, fellow teammates, Helena, while Luca works on the exit gate. The gate opens and they all escape safely, great match! It's extremely rare to get easy matches like these.

As they return to the manor, lucky still can't stop thinking about the cat situation. His thoughts are once again interrupted by Luca.

"Hey lucky! Good game! Although where were you most of the match? I didn't see you hardly at all!"

"Oh, well I found this cat caught in one of dream weavers webs from last match. I have no idea how that cat got there. But at least I could help it" lucky replies.

Luca gives lucky his signature toothy grin "yeah!"

"Although...." Lucky starts as he looks off in a different direction "I thought I was going crazy, because, I could've sworn I saw that cat stand up, and then talk to me!"

Luca just stares at lucky, a bit concerned "it sounds to me that you are DEFINITELY not getting enough sleep heheh" he laughs awkwardly.

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna turn in now, goodnight."

"Night lucky! Go to bed early!!" He chuckles as we wave to each other then part ways.

Hours later, lucky lays in bed, trying to get some sleep, even just a little. It's still cold, even in pjs. Hopefully he didn't catch a cold in Leo's memories today...

A small jingling noise can be heard coming from the downstairs. Who could be up at this hour....? It's twelve a.m... lucky gets up from his bed, and places his glasses onto his face. He gets up trying his hardest not to make any squeaking noises from the old bed.

He silently makes his way down stairs. Nothing in the dining room. He can still hear the sound. Tiptoeing, he makes his way to the garden. To his surprise he sees several cats in front of him! Lots of them! In a line as if this was a parade or something.

He quietly gasps and rubs his eyes. He MUST be dreaming. All of them are in two legs too!! The music stops at the parade of cats pulls the king cat up to him. An old and scruffy cat, laying on a bed that two other cats are carrying.

Lucky finds himself speechless once again. Although, he doesn't have to talk anyways, because the king cats advisor, beside him starts to talk.

"Excuse me, but are you the young man who saved a grey cat yesterday from a treacherous web?"

"I-um, well yes?" Lucky tries his best to reply. "Y-yes that was me"

The king cats looks up at the boy and says in a scratchy voice "nice to meet ya babe"

The advisor hands lucky a scroll. "W-what's this for?". The advisor fixes his round glasses with his paws as he replies "this is a list of gives you shall receive for rescuing the prince".

Lucky smiles "well uhm, thank you"

"Your welcome babe" the king cat replies not even looking up at him.

And they take their leave just as soon as they got here.

So, he's not just tired. That cat really did talk to him..."I hope I'm not going crazy....." lucky fixes his glasses on his face then walks back up to his room, and eventually, falls asleep, trying not to think of the cat situation too much.

Lucky wakes up with the sunlight shining gently on his face. He yawns and rubs his eyes as he reaches over to the night stand next to his bed for his glasses. He fixes his glasses then sleepily gets out of bed.

He sneezes, and then notices. His room is filled with cat tails!!! (plants)

He sneezes again and runs out of the room. How- how did they even grow in there over night?!?!? And why?!?

He quickly walks downstairs to see a few other of his teammates socializing and talking with each other. He needs to ask if anyone knows about this.

Mike and Norton seem to be arguing with each other about something already, victor is sitting next to Andrew, holding his hand while they eat breakfast together, and Eli and naib seem to be deep in conversation with each other too.

Naib pauses talking with Eli when he sees lucky.

"Hey lucky! I found a package this morning addressed to your name, I thought you might want it"

Lucky gently takes the box "what...? But why....?"

Naib just shrugs and says "I found it near the pantry" then walks back to Eli, who is already waiting to continue their conversation.

Lucky sits at the dinner table and slowly opens the package. When he opens the box his eyes widen. "Eek!!" He shrieks and tosses the box on to the table as fast he can. R-rats!? Why in the world would some one give him a box of rats?!

The rest of the survivors stare at lucky. Well, he DID just shriek. Victor nudges his arm "hey lucky, you okay?? What was in the box???" He looks at lucky worried.

"Yeah, that was quite the Yelp." Fiona said bending over to look inside the box.

Before lucky could recover from that surprise, naib says from the pantry "hey guys, there are like hundreds of those mini boxes in here..."

Lucky walks over to the pantry and picks up one of them "please don't tell me...." He opens the box and more rats and mice scurry out, lucky flinches and accidentally knocks down the other boxes and the mice and rats scurry every where.

Emma shrieks and runs out of the room. And lucky backs up against the wall "how-why are these here, and addressed to me?!" Why have all of these weird things been happening to me today?! Is this some kind of wack prank?! Because it's not very funny!

"What going on lucky???" Eli asks clearly confused at the situation. "Yeah lucky, what IS going on???" Naib butts in.

"I have absolutely no idea-" it dawns on him. Those, those cats from last night! He quickly fumbled out the scroll the cats gave him the previous night. Scrambling to read the gifts. Let's see...It included Cat tails, cat nip, mice....

Lucky's eyes just keep scrolling until he spots the word "prince". Prince??? As a gift? Lucky squints at the writing, his eye brows furrowed. He snaps out of it only when he feels a hand placed on his shoulder. He looks back at naib.

"Hey man, don't worry about it right now. We have a match soon so let's just figure this out wack situation later, Kay?"

Lucky just nods and fixes his glasses.

#identity v

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no-one-ever-questioned · 7 months

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nothing like mom calling me lazy to instantly piss me off. like why? ive been cooking and cleaning since wtelve as far as i can remember, and im pretty sure at eleven too! i know its probably normal behavior for moms to have their kids start learning skills like that at that age but her calling me lazy hit so fucking hard like??? um excuse me??? how the hell was cooking when you were bed-ridden and sick??? while grandma laid around and complained??? while dad was at work?????? who cleaned the house head to fucking toe trying to help you???? who made dinner when everyone but one was sick????? i was twelve damnit! cleaning and cooking and teaching my younger siblings! i did laundry and everything i possibly could! i still today cook and clean to help you becuse there is alot riding on an eight member family. so excuse me for getting mad and being told i do nothing. excuuuuussse me for getting fucking pissed when you call me lazy! and you cant even do it to my face?! you have to tell younger siblings???!!! but ohhhhhh you forget IM the one who did damn near EVERYTHING in this house/ yes youve gotten better. i understand your only human but taking it out on US??? how is that even fair??? you say your childhood has been ripped away and you had to grow up too fast. i undertsand that but IM not YOU. i will NEVER be YOU. our experiances are NOT the same. but youll continue to compare me to you, and i dont add up.

you let the kid who wreacked me get away with so much, you cant even protect us????? and sorry???? you think shes better than me??? like yes i was forced into the situations that she forced me into but fuck if ill repeat my mistakes!!! you think bringing it up helps??? you think forcing me to do this or that or punishing me for things out of my control are good responses??? how?!?! how is it fair??? you somehow seem to not care tho, at least not about me. youll baby the youngest daughter becuse shes autistic but throw a whole damn fit when someone babies the youngest. i will never understand you! you just arent right! you keep letting us kids get hurt but complain when we cry/whine/complain ect. i just wont ever understand it! you yell at me for acting like an adult well im soooooorry who else is gonna stop the fucking fighting? two kids fight and suddenly EVERYONE is grounded for who knows how fucking long!

dad will get mad and you wont do a damn about it! you think im procrasinating how about consider that im trying to put in my fullest effort but i am traumatized and stressed and youve fucked me up?! he throws a vaccum? your shark vaccum that you say if us kids break our asses are getting broken??? IT HIT ONE OF YOUR CHILDREN'S FOOT!!!

i just will never understand how you go about it

im so tired

you wont ever listen

and now

drivers permit?

the kdis want ice cream so put the blame/pressure on me

like thats fucking fair

now i have to pass

and also fix my grades?

in the same week?

#tw warning #cw #tw: vent

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sneakyscarab · 9 months

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alrighty, ive now caught up from my backlog of touhous that ive beaten, so the pace from now on is gonna slow down since i need to beat the games first before i write about them. who knows though, if they take as long as this one did maybe i can keep up this pace :P

nina's thoughts on Touhou 12 - Undefined Fantastic Object

so funny story, after Subterranean Animism took me like two weeks to finish, i went into UFO expecting a similar result, but i ended up clearing within a single day. twelve (12) attempts of UFO and i had already got my 1cc! im a bit impressed with myself tbh, but i think i was helped by the gameplay changes in UFO that make it a bit easier.

for starters, real bombs are back baby! no more trading attack power for survivability, full power bombs are here again as a seperate resource. life pieces stick around, but now boss fights only give one out when you defeat their last phase. you would think this makes life pieces incredibly scarce, but theres another entirely new source for them: the titular Undefined Fantastic Objects. some enemies now drop little ufos that fly around the screen that come in one of three colours. when you pick up a ufo it goes into a small tracker in the corner, and when you collect 3 in a row all of one colour, or 1 of each, then a Big UFO spawns on screen. the UFO sticks around for about 10 seconds, slurping up every collectible that shows up onscreen. for each item it grabs, a meter around the ufo fills up and at max it drops an item depending on the colour, and when destroyed it drops another item plus everything it picked up. rainbow ufos drop more small ufos, green gives you a bomb on full meter and a bomb-piece on kill, red gives you a life piece on both, and blue does… something? i don't know. i never saw any items pop out of a blue ufo, and i prioritized blue ufos the least. i can only assume they do something relating to points since those are blue, but i honestly have no idea cause i beat the game before i had to go look anything up about it. once i figured out red guys gave you life i basically hard-focused proc'ing red ufos as much as possible, going for rainbow or green when red wasnt possible. as weird as the ufos are, i have to say their mechanics are conveyed surprisingly well without any real tutorials or even words, just really solid ui design.

the last new addition to the gameplay comes in the playable characters, Sanae is here now! wooo Sanae lets go! obviously Reimu and Marisa are here too, each of them get 2 weapon options so theres still only 6 total. i gave each one a shot, although some of them i literally only played once lol. Reimu has the standard homing shots and needles, Marisa has her illusion lasers but a new secondary weapon that shoots in sort of branching V-shapes, with a couple shots going behind her as well as in front, which i didnt find many uses for in my brief experience with it. illusion laser is the only one of these that i played more than once, as i put most of my focus into Sanae. both of Sanae's movesets are pretty neat, her first one was my weapon of choice for my 1cc attempt. based on Kanako, she shoots out snake beams that fly vertically, and then if they see an enemy to their left or right they take a 90 degree turn, making for an interesting type of homing. her other set, based on Suwako, shoots out frog beams in a wide fan angle, or straight ahead when focused, that explode into lingering AoE damage when they hit a target, which is great at clearing out huge swarms of enemies. i really like how her movesets sorta play off of Reimu's homing shots and Marisa's piercing lasers, but in very different ways compared to the two of them.

for the new characters, my favourite is probably Kogasa. this poor umbrella girl just wants to be scary, but shes inherently too silly-goofy and struggles to do what she as a youkai is Supposed to do. she's trying her best though, and looks adorable while doing it. i believe in you Kogasa!

i wasn't expecting to be a Ichirin & Unzan fan, but they surprised me. Ichirin is basically a stand user, a buddhist monk who controls her partner Unzan, a old man wind spirit with a powerful beard and even more powerful fists. the spell cards involving Unzan are great, seeing his huge angry face show up and throw hands is just hilarious. the best one by far though is their final attack, what i would call the absolute funniest spell card of the entire series so far: Thunderous Yell 「A Scolding from a Traditional Old Man」. if the name alone didn't convince you, the visuals are also hilarious, with two massive Unzan faces appearing on each side of the screen and shooting angry eye lasers at you. just look at it. perfection.

it's become a pattern in these posts that i talk about three new characters, but none of the others in UFO really stood out to me. if i had to pick one id go with Captain Murasa, just cause pirates are cool, but i don't have much more to say about her lol. sorry UFO crew!

anyways i think its about time to wrap this one up. thankfully i kept this one short so we dont have another SA essay situation lol. UFO is pretty fun, if a little bit Too easy with how much free stuff you can get from good ufo management. the story and characters really didn't stand out to me, and with how quickly i finished this one i don't expect it to really stick out much in my brain once i finish the series. if anything from UFO sticks it probably will just be Unzan's laser eyes. can we play that back one more time? thanks.

#grimoire of nina #touhou #touhou 12 #touhou UFO #undefined fantastic object #touhou project

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