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garoujo · 6 months

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saetoru is talking abt you on her private blog (@/clorindes) yuckkkkk

CW BULLYING, LITERALLY IMMATURE HIGH SCHOOL DRAMA, SUB POSTING.

hi nonnie, thank you for letting me know! since i’m leaving this blog & this platform for the foreseeable future i figured i might aswell get a few things off of my chest before i go. i apologise in advance for the vibes this post will probably bring, the discourse & the posts that will ofcourse follow, but i honestly i am not the first person to be targeted by this creator and i’m sure i won’t be the last considering the amount of creators that have been bullied off of this app by them.

first off i’ve had multiple blogs that would be considered bigger blogs such as @/hvnlydmn, @/atsymu + now this blog which is the biggest of all 3. i think there’s a sort of unspoken responsibility that comes with being a bigger blog which i know is no fun but it’s also because it can be super harmful on a site like this, when people weaponise their following.

on that note i’ll start this post by saying that i’ve known tee for probably around 3/4 years, maybe? we were mutuals on hvnlydmn & atsymu and we continued to talk on discord even when i was off of tumblr. i will honestly admit to this day i have never had a negative interaction with tee to my face and she was genuinely supportive of me during any discourse i was involved in. i am not some angel, i’ve had my fair share of crap on this app (of my own doing) but this post is not meant to come across like “oh she doesn’t like me so i’m calling her out” no. im sorry if this doesn’t line up with my brand and my ‘victim complex’ but i’m not gonna lie down and let someone on a power trip on a hobby app drag me through the mud.

first off i had began to get some off vibes from tee when i had started writing on garoujo, notably when i’d just hit my first milestone which was probably around 1k. during this i had decided to move my instagram theme from my main blog to my writing blog.

i’d noticed tee subposting (on main and on her personal blog which i followed at the time) about someone basically using the same theme as her, which after then clicking onto her blog i realised was an instagram theme. i didn’t think much of it, again me & tee were friends and she hadn’t came to me directly so ignored it. i was still a new blog and trying to solidly an aesthetic (before the beige lol) so i changed my theme / masterlists / layouts a lot.

a few more sub posts later i decided to message tee about it because with every thing i’d change / post on my blog, there always seemed to be another post. so i messaged her and got this response in: (i’ve blurred out my irl name btw) open up pics for convo!

so i let it slide, kept posting & that was that. probably a few days / a week later, tee had soft blocked me which then eventually led to me being hard blocked. i was upset ofcourse because i genuinely considered tee a good friend but i’ve always been a big advocate in controlling your space.

this was when, one of our mutuals in common (the first of many may i add) approached me on discord to say that just like now, i was being ripped to shreds on tee’s personal blog:

again i was notably upset about this because i was being accused of not only copying her theme but also her writing & masterlists, we did have a lot of mutuals in common so it was also upsetting knowing they would all be seeing these posts aswell. i allowed myself one sub post about “creating a narrative” because i was particularly frustrated but tee then also subposted about this, even though she had me blocked?

i would also like to say regarding our mutuals in common that this was not the first or last mutual to approach me regarding tee. i’ve had multiple people tell me that “they’re only mutuals with her because it would be more damaging not to be” “it’s easier to be on her side”. also i am not saying this is okay but i’ve had multiple of her current mutuals send me not only her posts, but screenshots of her private, personal instagram & also tell me about how all of them and their friends had a running joke / theory that tee made up her boyfriend (ex-boyfriend?) for attention.

regarding the accusations from tee i’d like to first comment on the instagram themes, again i had done an instagram theme on my main blog but it seemed to only be an issue when it was on my writing blog that was gaining traction. if the timing was off and it seemed like i copied her, i genuinely have nothing to say except it’s not the case— it’s instagram (which tee already admits she doesn’t own above) also the hanma writing? i’m still not 100% sure which drabbles she was referring to but i can only assume that 1. is when i posted a drabble about hanma fucking you outside of his subordinates house — this was a almost completely word by word rewrite of a suna drabble i done on my old blog @/atsymu i literally just changed the concept to fit tokyo revengers themes. i can post screenshots of this suna drabble also from my google docs dated February when i deactivated. the other one may have been some basic concept about him fucking you against the window.

she also mentions in the very first recent screenshot at the beginning of this post that i have apparently stolen concepts of fics / posts from her mutuals. what i want to say regarding this is, do you believe that i would have made it this far on stolen work? i don’t know any of the mutuals she’s referring to apart from 1 which i’ll get into. but every single accusation i’ve ever received has always come from someone associated or in contact with tee, she has always been at the root of it all but i have yet to receive a single anon or ask about me copying or taking inspiration from anyone’s work.

i know there was apparently a blog and an ex mutual of mine, who i had a lot of respect & time for who was under the impression i’d stolen their concept for this gojo fic. the whole premise of this fic is honestly not uncommon considering how many times people losing control of their techniques / powers / quirks during orgasm has been done in fanfiction. this concept was completely my own, i had originally posted shitposts about him losing control of his technique & also him putting you into a mating press / breeding before i’d decided to smoosh them together into a fic. we all read from the same workbook, we all have the same material to work off of — two people in a fanbase of THOUSANDS having a similar idea is not unheard of.

now onto the masterlist banners. the screenshot on the far left are the comparison photos that tee made herself— i’m sure you’ll be able to see them in better quality when she makes her own post about it; because obviously that’s going to come. first off i will say, i will admit i took inspiration from her official art masterlist banners — i thought hers looked good and i needed a masterlist so i used official art. fair game there although i only kept them for a few days before i changed again.

but onto the grey masterlist banners, i can honestly say i did not even know tee had this masterlist, also the only comparison i myself see is the colour. the only reason i chose grey was because i had started to use a grey / white overlay on my manga panels for my layout (as you can see far right), and as you know— i’ve always kept my colour scheme pretty consistent. on that note, regarding the actual layout of the masterlists— i’ve added screenshots from atsymu (that i could find due to it being deactivated) that shows the layout of my old masterlists, which was what i took inspiration from for my current. although the title font for each heading like headcanons is different, i had used the sort of old style, basic font that everyone uses before i had deactivated so it would match my fic headers i just don’t have photos obviously.

anyway on the back of this there was then discourse over me apparently copying tee’s kinktober masterlist, which again was not the case. but again due to tee’s following i had received multiple death threats into my asks the morning after i posted mine. as far as i was aware, the only similarities were the fact we both used gifs in our headers & the layout listing thirsts, hcs & fics (which is very common during kinktober but i admitted below i could see that similarity). unfortunately during all of this discourse was when ffflowers, my hate blog also came into the mix which then lead to tee reaching out to me in dm’s from her old blog.

the interaction between me & tee was pretty good, again she was nothing but nice to me directly despite the way she obviously spoke about me in private above. but as you can see below, tee herself told me that basically most of the similarities all made above were brushed off as basic. we spoke about the ig themes & i apologised, saying i could understand where she was coming from and that was that. i unblocked her & she unblocked me so i could reblog her post, it’s been that way since.

it is not my place to comment on other people’s experiences on this app but i would need more than 2 hands to list the amount of people that i’m sure have had similar if not worse experiences with tee. i know i have had multiple mutuals who have been bullied off of this platform & had their safe space ripped from them for little things such as: liking a character that this group selfship with, tee and her friends not liking their characterisation. they’ve even went as far as to go through other larger creators notes to check for minors so they can make excuses as to why they’re thriving.

i also know of a blog who was ‘blacklisted’ from tee & her mutuals as they self shipped with arataki itto at the time, one of tee’s friends also did, so they blacklisted this creator and had all of their mutuals block them for this which then in turn drove this creator off the app. there has been other notably bitchy things that i’ve heard but i have no receipts for therefore i don’t see any relevance in starting rumours.

i would also like to say i know plagiarism is a horrible thing, we have all been through it— myself included but it’s got to the point where being accused of copying tee has become a canon event. notably, bigger platforms have been ruined and driven off of this app for little things such as mdni dividers, similar colours schemes etc. and it’s the reason i’m also leaving.

i will say i have met some amazing people through my discourse with tee, notably people who have been in similar situations and i also apologise to any mutuals who we still have in common who are now sort of stuck inbetween. no hard feelings. although to tee: id be careful of the people you trust because it seems the loyalties they have to you are not as sincere as you may believe. you can also go to her personal & read the other things she was saying about me like how she was always so ? at how many people seemed to like me.

so that’s all i have to say, i’m sure dash will get a few responses from this but i’ll be logging out & turning off asks because honestly? couldnt care less. the only thing i’d change about my experience on this app would be i wish i’d blocked tee sooner.

i’d say have a nice day, but instead, have the day you deserve.

— emmie :)

#i apologise in advance to my mutuals & the innocents #i probably had more to say but yk i was rambling atp #anyways see u guys 🖤 love most of u !

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astraltrickster · 9 months

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I feel we're at a point where we need to step back and consciously remind ourselves that posting ANYTHING personal online is a risk. It should be a calculated one.

Companies that run major websites HAVE to stay above board with the law, no matter how shit that law is, unless they're small enough to just dissolve and hide and pop up again under a different name later (usually meaning sole proprietorships) or big enough to be granted an unofficial "yeah we'll just look the other way because we want that sweet sweet lobbyist money" exception (in which case it's usually NOT gonna be the shit laws they're breaking). Meaning you should REALLY think twice about posting about anything illegal, and you should NOT be shocked when posts recommending illegal activity get nuked from a semi-major website.

This also means that if you're on a platform that's not DESIGNED for privacy - which, in many cases, includes the implicit purpose of enabling breaking certain laws the platform creators think are stupid, though they can't admit to it (just like how you can sell bongs in states where weed is still illegal but you have to SAY they're "for tobacco use only") - you have to operate under the assumption that ANYTHING you say can be intercepted and monitored. Again - unless the platform is explicitly there for privacy, unless your communication is end-to-end encrypted, unless the cops have reason to understand and believe that the logs don't EXIST, assume ANY platform host will hand over a complete log of everything you've said there and where you said it from to the cops upon request.

In addition, posting publicly about things that are typically protected by certain privacy laws can undermine the protection from those laws. "Reasonable expectation of privacy" is a legal term. You have it with things you say in private in your home. You have it to an extent with quiet conversations you have with a friend at a coffee shop. You DON'T have it with things you scream on a public street - and you DEFINITELY don't have it with things you post online with your legal name and actual human face attached.

I say this, because for the past few years I've noticed a disturbing trend of people assuming this is a uniquely bad EXCEPTION to a general free-for-all, and not...the rule. This is the default! This isn't a uniquely evil thing about Facebook or Twitter or Discord or anywhere else! It's not a "tumblr is secretly betraying us right under our noses" thing! This is just the reality of operating a website under the legal systems that exist! Even if it's a site whose operators' internal values are truly aligned 100% with yours, you STILL have to assume they're going to sing like a canary because, come on, do you really expect them to sacrifice themselves over one (1) user? Maybe a tiny forum of friends would, but no company is going to do that.

And that's not even getting into what happens when it's not a host/operating company or organization, but just some individual asshole other user with an axe to grind.

Tl;dr remember that We Live In A Society, stop expecting people and companies not to cover their asses, be careful about what you share online, and learn to use actual encrypted services. Sure, Facebook and other shitty entities like to pretend the internet is a super cool safe playground where all but doxxing yourself does more good than harm, but they're blatantly fucking lying. Talking about your disabilities is a risk. Talking about being queer is a risk. Talking about anything that might become illegal in your area is a risk. CALCULATE THOSE RISKS BEFORE YOU TAKE THEM instead of doing the shocked Pikachu face when your post of detailed instructions for how to firebomb a police station gets taken down and you get put on a list because you left it perfectly traceable to your real identity.

#internet safety

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littlestpetgoth · 6 months

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do you happen to have a discord server, or know of any good HS discord servers? i think itd be fun to meet other HS fans but idk where to look lol

when i first started posting online again i joined the mspfa server and posted to the art channel every now and then. my interactions with people were sparse but at the time i thought it was fun to have some social interaction with other mspa fans for the first time in my life. id consider joining it again but i haven't been feeling very sociable after i deactivated my old twitter so i dunno when i would try. i gained some traction there by sharing my oc verita, she was very popular and is the reason i got peoples' attentions. i remember someone even made a theme song for her and i thought it was sooo cool lol..

i think i must have gotten really lucky, during the time i was hyperactive(?) and posted a loot of art of her and requests of other peoples' characters with her, people really liked my fantroll designs so i got further attention from that.

i think people also liked my animations? idk. i gained like, 6k followers in a really quick period, at a time in my life where i was really unstable and was trying to strip myself of someone who plagues my thoughts. i deactivated that account and have since been really anti social lol.

i used to have one server that was pretty active, it was dumped on me by the person mentioned prior so i really resented it. eventually i couldn't take it anymore and deactivated the server on impulse..

ive since made a new server, it's kinda private and basically dead since i stopped checking in on it every day. i dont really have the energy i had earlier this year ive been pretty worn out and brain dead, but i feel a lot more relaxed at least. i mightt consider inviting new peopple to it? i haven't decided if i want to or not, it's just me moderating (and also ko but he's really only a mod to approve of people who send intros when im not available)

i feel lucky that the group of people i have in it are really nice and well behaved : ) maybe ill offer to invite people again. if you want to join to can dm me and ill check you out, see if i want you in..

sorry for the ramble im not really the best person to ask about this!! i really only have any friends in the homestuck community because people approached me first, although some were really unsavory individuals im still grateful for the opportunities i was given because of it.

#ask #ramble ramble

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zeta-in-de-walls · 2 years

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Transcript of Dream’s message re: DSMP

Hey guys! Dream just tweeted this voice message out on private twitter discussing the future of the Dream SMP. Here’s my transcription of it.

I see a lot of buzz on twitter so I thought I’d talk about it. The dream smp is coming back, there’s a lot of big plans, that’s a thing I guess. People were talking about is it gonna be reboot is it gonna be reset, what now?

One thing I’ve never wanted to do and I feel like I’ve been very strong on the discord and to everyone in general having discussions about it is that we’re not resetting the map, getting rid of the old history, the lore. If we wanted to do that, we’d just do a new server. The thing that makes the Dream SMP unique is the lore and the history.

But that being said SMP servers in general usually do resets every couple of months or whatever cause it does get stale because of the limitations of Minecraft once you get certain items so it does get boring for some people and that’s kinda a shared thing amongst everybody. People like George being like ‘Oh I’m not a builder so there’s nothing I can do on the server because I can’t get on and kill anyone cause everyone has netherite,’ or it’s Tubbo who is more of a builder but once he gets to a certain point its like there’s not that much to do. You’ve already built what you want to build, you’ve built all your redstone machine whatever so it’s kind of a problem related to SMPs.

I do genuinely think we have a solution that we all came up with together. I think I’ve talked individually with every member of the SMP bar maybe one or two that we haven’t linked up with and some stuff is definitely happening. It will be unique. It will be a way we can kind of have the best of both worlds and have an awesome season 2 to the Dream SMP while including stuff from season 1 in a way but still to be continued and also starting things off strong.

There’s a lot of plans put in place to hold people to play on the server and keep the same family team environment we’ve had on the Dream SMP since the beginning and everyone I’ve talked to so far has been really committed and really excited and that was something I was surprised about, I thought there’d be more people who were iffy or weren’t as interested in it. Everyone has been really hyped, it’s the same discussion that has been going on for a month and a half or so. Things have been really ironed out. There should be stuff by the end of this month.

As for Techno's stuff, I don't think we'll continue anything to do with his character. As far as I know, he hasn't written anything for himself either. His dad did mention on a call with me the other night that he would be open to doing something related the SMP. Like a charity related thing on Techno’s behalf. So, if that ends up happening, it'd be fully related to his dad and his family. I’m sure primarily anyone who would have any involvement in it at all would be his closest friends and family. That’s all I know for Techno’s involvement.

So, yeah very long voice note, I guess. Lots of stuff coming to the Dream SMP, everyone’s excited everyone seems really interested and hyped to stream it. You guys won't expect what's coming. The story's not ending; the story’s gonna be back and better than ever but there will be a lot of things that will change things. You guys can theorise if you like the dynamics are gonna be different the relationships are gonna be different, there’s going to be a world altering event and yeah, stay tuned all your favourite streamers will be streaming it soon. Everyone will play a part. Peace!

#dream smp #meta

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nights-at-crystarium · 2 years

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Fragments is a slice of life comic leisurely telling a gay wolgraha story. A ShB love letter. A mix of fluff, spice, angst and idiocy. Updates every other Friday.

Read the comic using the episode index below.

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✧✦✧ Chapter I: Found and lost ✧✦✧ Episodes: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5.1 - 5.2 | text | 6 | 7 | 8 | text | 9 | 10 | 11 | text

✧✦✧ Chapter II: New world, old friend ✧✦✧ Episodes: 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 42-45 in early access

My notes on episodes: 1-3 | 4-7 | 8-11 | 12-14 | 15-18 | 19-22 | 23-26 | 27-30 | 31-35 | 36-40

This comic’s storytelling style assumes you have not only played through ShB, but are closely familiar with the details.

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Fragments is also on: webtoon | free pdf on kofi chapter 1 | chapter 2 | ao3 (slow updates)

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Support the comic: Patreon | Kofi

I'm only asking for money needed to sustain me while I dedicate myself to this project. Current script looks like 5+ years of work, and, given your continued support, I'd indulge and add even more fun scenes.

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Love my art? Get a print or a digital artbook collecting all of it!

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Binge-likes, reblogs, interacting with old posts? Encouraged and appreciated!

I also have a discord server, bsky, check my carrd for more links.

FAQ under the cut:

- You aren’t on [platform name], can I repost your art? No, please DON’T repost or use my art in any way, including pfp/icons. The only things you CAN use are the discord emotes, only for their designed purpose. If you wanna share something on another platform, just link to my tumblr post. They’re permanent and easy to find thanks to tags. - Vivi’s pronouns? He/him! Both him and Raha are cis male in my work. - Can I draw him? Yes please, and don’t forget to @ me!! I LOVE fanart. ✔️ You CAN draw him solo or with characters that are established in Fragments. Please keep it sfw. ✖️ Please don't draw him with other wols or characters that aren’t established in Fragments. No what-ifs. - Can I kin him? Kin him at your own risk, his story is an iceberg that you might not like when you see it in full. You can kin Vivi as long as you don’t use his name or art, or rp as him. He’s my WoL, think how would you feel if your WoL was impersonated by someone else. - Are asks okay? YES!! I reply privately by default, if you’d like it to be posted on my blog, please indicate it somehow, maybe add “ok to post” <3 - What are your tools? Windows desktop, tablet Wacom One Medium, Paint Tool SAI, Paintstorm Studio. - Any merch/prints? You can grab a print of my art. No merch beyond what inprnt can offer. If you’d like to see another art of mine on my inprnt, just ask me <3 - Fragments physical books? Unfortunately never because I’m not US-based, and don’t have the mental capacity required to manage physical orders. - Collab, trade, request, art challenge, any other kind of community project, are you in? Nope, sorry! I prefer working at my own pace, I hope I don't come off as standoffish, just got no time and energy for that. - Just how thirsty are you for the Exarch? Yes.

#ffxiv #vivien rell #g'raha tia #wol x g'raha tia #wolgraha #ffxiv: fragments #own: next lvl

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blueraineshadows · 10 months

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Weasley Wednesday 🦁

This week's Discord theme: Drunk 🥴

Garreth Weasley x F!MC 🔥🔞 NSFW

After a long week of work, MC felt the need for some fun, but most of her mates seemed to be busy, and she had been broken up from her last boyfriend for a few weeks now.

The only friend who was free this evening was Garreth Weasley, and she felt a blush colour her cheeks at the thought of making plans for just him and her. Would that be like a date?

Deciding to be brave and go for it, she agreed to meet with him, and was now sitting across a table from him in the local pub near her house. She was twirling her drink on the table top, her gaze drawn to his lovely green eyes, his charming smile. As the drinks were going down, her awareness of him was creeping up, and soon the friendly banter was slipping into more flirtatious territory.

She had even reached out to touch his hand a few times as they had laughed about something. He had so many amusing tales to tell.

"How does someone manage to leave the house in an odd pair of shoes, exactly?" MC giggled.

Garreth shrugged and gave her a lop sided grin. "When you're me, it's easy," he said.

He picked up his beer and went to take a drink and then frowned, gazing into the bottom of his glass. "Well, damn, it's all gone," he said with a sigh. "Fancy another?"

MC chewed her lower lip. "Hmm, well, I'm running out of beer money, and it's not fair to make you pay for more," she said. "I've got some wine at home. Fancy coming back to share a bottle? We can continue our discussion on how spectacularly good we are at failing things."

He stared at her a moment before smiling. "I would love to," he said. He swung out an arm, a silly grin on his face. "Lead the way, m'lady."

MC giggled as she stood, pushing her chair out, and then staggering a little as she took a step. Garreth had stood too and grabbed her arm. "Woah, easy there," he chuckled. "Just how many have you had?"

She smiled and leaned in to him as he held her arm. "Not nearly enough," she said. "Come on, the wine awaits us!"

They stumbled and giggled all the way back to her house. She dropped her keys twice, which was no where near as funny as they made it out to be. But MC was enjoying herself, finding herself thinking that she should spend more time with Garreth. He was lovely.

In her kitchen, she found two glasses and poured out some wine. She handed Garreth a glass. "There you go, handsome," she said. "Get that down you."

He blushed a little as he took the glass, and she studied his face a little more closely, the alcohol in her bloodstream making her forget that she was shy. It wasn't a lie, what she had said. He was very handsome, and she frowned a little.

"Garreth, why the fuck are you still single? You're beautiful!"

He flushed crimson and rubbed his jaw. "Oh, well, you know, its just the way things work out sometimes," he said. "The last girl I was seeing just wasn't right for me."

MC nodded and sighed. "I know the feeling," she said. She took a long sip of wine. "My last boyfriend was an arsehole. I think I am better off without him. And the sex was terrible, another thing I seem to fail at."

"I'm sure you are not a failure," he insisted.

She eyed Garreth. This was usually the sort of conversation she would have with her girlfriends, not with another man. But, he had been so sweet and funny. She felt like she could trust him, and maybe a man's point of view would help.

"I think there might be something wrong with me," she confided. Her cheeks coloured a little and she took a large gulp of wine.

Concern marred his brow. "Why? What's up?"

She leant in to whisper, even though they were completely alone, but this was sensitive. This was utterly private. "I've never...you know...climaxed," MC admitted. "I think I am broken."

Garreth gulped and stared at her, eyes wide. "You...erm...wow. You haven't?" He pushed his hand through his hair, his eyes daring to roam over her body. He blushed again. "Really? Never? Do you mean at all? Or just with a guy?"

She giggled, covering her face with one hand. "Oh, Merlin, I can't believe we're having this conversation. Maybe I have drunk too much," she gasped. She took a deep breath and cleared her throat. "I er...can do it to myself, but no, a man has never made me do it."

"Wow, I'd say you've been picking the wrong men, MC," he said. "That's a poor show, leaving you unsatisfied."

He met her gaze, and they both quickly looked away from each other, laughing awkwardly. "Oh, fuck, this is so embarrassing!" She squeaked. She waved her hand about. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have..."

"No, no, it's alright," he said, awkwardly. He drank some of his wine, his eyes on her over the top of his glass. She cursed the alcohol for making her lips loose, he must be thinking she was all sorts of crazy.

"Would you like to?"

She stared at him. "What?"

He bit his lower lip. "Would you like a man to make you come?"

She opened her mouth, and paused, her breath freezing. Was it the alcohol or the question that was making her body tingle so hotly?

"I...well, yes," she said. She hesitated, her eyes going from her glass of wine to him and back again, heart thudding. "Do you mean..."

He nodded. "I could...if you want..." He blushed. "It's okay to say no. I just thought I would offer, you know, be a good mate and all that."

She looked at him, and he gave her an impish smile. She pressed her lips together, her smile fighting its way forward. A giggle burst from her lips, and then he was chuckling, too.

"Sorry," he said. He rubbed his jaw with his hand again. "Ignore me, it must be the beer talking, of course you wouldn't want me to do that."

Would she? Her body thrummed at the thought. Her eyes took him in again, his handsome face, his long fingers, his kissable lips. They were both adults, both unattached. She put her glass down.

"Okay," she said. She was a little breathless. "I'm game, if you are."

They stared at each other a moment and he nodded, blowing air out through his lips. "Okay, erm...how would you like to...you know..."

"Oh!" MC felt herself grow hot. She put a hand to her chest where her heart was pounding. "Let's erm...well, shall we...shall we kiss first?"

"Absolutely!" He moved closer towards her, and she stared at his mouth, her breaths coming a little faster. Wow, this was actually happening! He bent his head and pressed his lips against hers, soft and warm, lingering a little before lifting his mouth away.

MC licked her lips, her eyes shyly meeting his. Wow, his eyes were so pretty up close. "Mmm, that was nice."

He smiled and kissed her again, firmer this time, his hands brushing against her waist. The soft, wet sounds of their kissing filled her kitchen, and she found herself pressed up against the cupboards.

His hair was silky soft as it threaded through her fingers, and then he parted her lips with his tongue, sliding it gently into her mouth. He was gentle but determined, kissing her deeply, and she moaned softly. Desire was pooling in her belly and she arched against him, realising that kissing Garreth Weasley was actually rather lovely.

He moved his mouth along her jaw, his lips soft and teasing as he trailed kisses to her neck. MC tilted her head back to allow him more access, his kisses sending tingles of fire across her flesh. She gasped at the gentle scrape of teeth, her grip tightening in his hair. His breath was hot against her ear and she shivered. "That feels so good," she whispered.

"And that is exactly what we want, isn't it?" He whispered. The tickle of it against her ear made her thighs clench, heat gathering rather quickly, and she mumbled in agreement.

"I'm going to touch you," he murmured. His tongue flicked her earlobe, and he kissed back down her neck. His hand gently tugged her blouse free of her waistband, and gentle fingertips slid across her stomach.

MC was no virgin, but his touch felt like nothing else she had ever experienced before. He was considerate, teasing, gentle. He eased a hand over her hip, trailing fingers up her thigh over her trousers and then gently swiped his hand between her thighs.

The spreading tingles swept outwards from her core, and she bit her lower lip in anticipation as he popped the button on her trousers. She gripped him, her mouth seeking his for a desperate kiss. His hand slid inside her trousers, and she gasped into his mouth, parting her thighs a little as the tips of his fingers slid through her folds.

His touch was gentle, teasing, sliding slowly against her, the tip of a finger dipping and swirling to spread out the slick of her arousal. She quivered under the touch, small sounds leaving her mouth.

"Good?" He asked.

"Mmmhmm," she affirmed, nodding. She glanced down, watching his hand, breathing fast. "Don't stop."

A finger probed deeper, pumping in and out, and her hips flexed. As he swirled the finger upwards to circle over her clit, MC groaned, delicious flicks of pleasure throbbing outwards. Garreth had his mouth on her ear again, his teeth dragging gently around the shell. "I'm thinking you like it," he whispered. He rubbed a little faster. "You're so wet, so soft."

MC moaned, her fingers gripping hold of him. "More," she pleaded. "Garreth..."

He withdrew his hand and she whimpered, but he was pushing her trousers down her legs, she helped him tug them free and they were abandoned on her kitchen floor. She gave a surprised cry as he lifted her up onto the kitchen side, claiming her mouth in another deep kiss as parted her thighs, moving to stand between her legs.

This was new! She had never done anything like this in a kitchen before, and she surrendered herself to him, one hand around the back of his neck, the other planted on the worktop behind her.

Garreth's fingers slid over her heat again, and her legs instinctively widened a bit more. He hit the spot immediately, and she moaned even louder as he used more fingers to pleasure her, sliding two inside and using his thumb to stimulate.

Her mouth was open, her eyes met his and her cheeks flushed as the pressure began to build. His gaze was intense as he stared at her. It was erotic, it was intimate, and she felt shyness begin to creep in. She dipped her gaze, tensing up a little.

"Look at me," he said. She shyly lifted her eyes to his as his fingers made erotic sounds between her legs. The muscles in her thighs were beginning to tremble. He kissed her slowly, his tongue sliding playfully along her lips, his teeth making a teasing tug. "Relax," he whispered. "Trust me."

His fingers slowed a little, swirling and rubbing, teasing her slowly towards an edge. "Do you trust me?"

As she stared into those gorgeous green eyes, his fingers sending fire through her core, she nodded. "Yes," she breathed. "I trust you."

His hands gripped her hips, dragging them to the edge of the counter, and she stared, wide eyed as he bent to bury his face between her legs. The devastating swirl of his tongue swept upwards before circling smoothly over her clit, and her eyes rolled back, a low moan escaping her.

Both of her hands scrambled for purchase as he licked, she knocked over containers, her glass of wine toppled over, rolling off the edge of the counter to smash on the floor, but they both ignored it.

She shuddered as her abdomen gave a teasing clench, her legs were shaking, one of them slung over his shoulder as he fucked her with his mouth. He groaned against her, and she squeezed her eyes shut, the intensity of every tongue stroke increasing. Incoherent sounds spilled from her mouth as the heat gathered and twisted.

"Garreth," she moaned. "Oh...fuck... "

"Come for me," he murmured. His breath fanning out against her heat. "Come on, MC. You're so close, I can tell."

He slid two fingers inside, curling them slightly, his tongue and lips continuing to tease. The pressure increased tenfold, her back arched and her hips ground against him. A shocked cry left her mouth as her body clenched, a deep pulse reverberating through her core.

Garreth didn't stop, but he slowed, coaxing her through each tremble and clench, until she sagged, panting. She was dazed, happy. This was so much better than doing it for herself.

"Fuck," she whispered. "You did it..."

Garreth straightened, wiping his mouth, unable to keep the grin from spreading across his face. "See? You are definitely not broken. You are, in fact, perfect."

"You were amazing," she sighed, her smile wide and dazed. "Thank you!"

"Happy to be of service, m'lady," he said. He even gave her a little bow.

She giggled, her breathing still catching up, her body flushed with pleasure. She sat up and reached for him, grabbing his shirt to pull him close. "I owe you one," she said. She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. She held him there, and looked up into those eyes that were fast becoming her favourite thing. "Shall we move this into the bedroom?"

His eyebrows lifted with interest. "Are you suggesting it's my turn? Or are you wanting me to rock your world again?"

She smiled. "How about both?"

"I'm game, if you are," he smiled.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #garreth weasley #garreth weasley smut #mc x garreth weasley #weasley wednesday #blueraineshadows #garreth weasley's groupies

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insertdisc5 · 9 months

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Devlog #16: Answers and Questions

Hello everyone! Welcome to this month’s devlog!

If you just stumbled upon this, I am Adrienne, also known as insertdisc5! I’m the developer, writer, artist, main programmer, etc of the game. The game being In Stars and Time, a timeloop RPG, which is also the next and final game in the START AGAIN series, following START AGAIN: a prologue (available here!). You can find out more about In Stars and Time here!!!

LET’S GET TO IT. This month is Q&A: Cohost edition!

“A Q&A again?” Heheh well I don’t have anything to talk about this month ✨ We’re working hard on finalizing the localization! And on porting to consoles! And on secret stuff! You know, the usual!!! Get excited!!! So, Q&A again 💖 And see, I asked questions for Q&As on Twitter. On Tumblr. On Discord. But some new social media platforms have entered the fray. SO.

Welcome to Q&A: Cohost edition. (Follow me on cohost and/or read this post I wrote about why I think cohost is neat teehee) (and follow me on bluesky if you want. I like it way less though. Sorry bluesky)

@ItsMeLilyV asks:

One of the bits of advice that gets tossed around by indie devs is to avoid making RPGs, especially for your first few games, because they tend to be large in scope, difficult to prototype, and easy to underestimate.

Was this ever a fear for you in making START AGAIN, or In Stars and Time? Did you take any special precaution to keep these games within a scope you could handle, and did you learn tricks from START AGAIN that carried over to ISAT when in came to keeping things manageable? Thank you!! ✨

I had no idea that was a piece of advice given, but yep, that makes a lot of sense! Since I didn’t know, I went in blissfully aware, teehee.

I will say that I am familiar with working on big projects from working on comics, and with seeing big webcomic artists always mention to never start with your magnum opus… And I could tell ISAT had the potential to be way bigger than I imagined, which is why I decided to start with creating the prologue to get used to RPGMaker as well as making games. Kind of a pilot of sorts!

Again, thanks to comics, I know to keep my scope pretty small, because even if you keep it small it WILL balloon into something way bigger than you thought. Just for the prologue, I imagined it’d be a 20mn game, and it’s easily a 2-3h one! Keep your scope small!!!

As for tricks, when I catch myself thinking “wow what if I added this cool thing”, I try to always keep in mind those two things: 1. How long will it take to implement (including bug testing), and 2. Does it add something important to the game. I know we always want to add a fishing game, or a fun minigame, but do you Need It. Does it add something substantial to the story, to the Themes. Or are you just adding it because you like fishing games. Which is a valid reason, but also, maybe just make a fishing game instead. You are not the Yakuza series!!!! You are a small indie gamedev!!!! Think about you in 4 months who has to fix all the fishing game bugs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@stem asks:

how is it to have a piece of art that's basically done (as far as i understand) that you can't share yet? like how do you personally bide the time until it's finally ready to release, or is it not really a challenge to wait? :0c

It’s so weird!!! The game has been done for so long!!! I’m very glad I asked some friends to playtest the game, so I could at least get some feedback before the game is out… In some ways it feels like the game will be done twice: once back when I finished making the game, and once when the game actually comes out. It’s just a very strange experience. Sometimes people tell me they’re excited to find out more about this story beat, or about this character, and a part of me is like… Wait, haven't you played the game? Oh, yeah, it’s not actually out. Guess you’ll find out later.

EDIT: My god. I just checked on my private devlog for when I completed the Alpha of ISAT. It was in August of last year (I lay down on the floor and look at the ceiling) (I still had to finish all the illustrations so really the game was Done Donezo in October but still…)

anon asked:

What role did Armor Games play in creating the final product?

SO MANY THINGS. Here are some of them: support when it comes to porting/marketing/social media/localization, feedback on the game and how to make it better, community guidance, testing support, QA/internal testing… The game couldn’t be the way it is without them.

For more small details, I have a weekly meeting with my producer, Dora! We talk about the game and how everything is going. A couple months back, I also was checking in with the internal QA team fairly often to fix any remaining bugs. They also helped me find ISAT’s additional programmer, Isabella, and she is a godsend because coding is hard. They also take care of communicating with press, finding more opportunities to showcase the game in conventions, talking with the localization/porting teams… I am probably forgetting a thousand little things they did to help out!!! THEY’RE SO GOOD OK

Anon asked:

So obviously the skills/spells/what have you are based off of Rock, Paper, Scissors. Did you design each "type" to be like a certain style? Rock being heavy damage and defense buffs, scissors being speed and quick attacks, like that?

Absolutely! I just went with the obvious. Rock is physical damage, defense focused, Scissors is swords, attack focused, and Paper is magic, mind focused. It was fun to develop a spell system around those! I’m excited for people to find out more about Craft…

@nickshutter asks:

I really loved START AGAIN (streamed it for a small handful of friends) and was super happy to hear about a follow-up! The cast is so much fun and their personalities are really well-balanced—did any of the characters change pretty drastically from their initial conception during development of the game?

I’m so glad you streamed it with friends… I hope you had a good fun time…

And for sure! Isabeau and Mirabelle were pretty set from the get go (himbo and shy wallflower), but Odile started as more of a gentle teacher type, even if I very quickly went the snarky old lady route. Siffrin and Bonnie were harder to pin down– I wasn’t sure how to portray Siffrin’s despair in the prologue, and started showing them more overtly depressed, but I thought it’d be Very Yummy to have them show a happy facade to their friends. And then, for ISAT, I had to figure out what a non-depressed Siffrin would be like, for the first couple acts of the game before the despair sets in. As for Bonnie, I had a lot of trouble figuring out what they’d be like, what kind of kid they were, what their relationship with everyone else would be like, and then I thought about what their past would be like and then their characterization was set in stone. Sometimes you need to figure out One Thing to unlock a character’s brain. I’m very excited for everyone to find out more about each character in ISAT!

@SuperBiasedGary asks:

What games (or other media) lit a fire under you to create your own?

It could be stuff you liked so much it inspired, something you found frustrating because you felt an itch to do it differently, or something that made you realise humans make things and you could be one of them.

I found a lot of indie games inspiring, but I think Umineko might’ve been the one that made me go… Oh, anyone can just make a massive video game narrative. And you can make it very simple, with kinda goofy sprites, and still manage to make an incredibly touching story!

As for frustrating games that lit a fire under me, I think I’d say in general, I found issue with the classic trope of the “main character helps people and doesn’t get anything back”. What often happens in some games is that you help NPCs with their problems, sometimes helping them with very intense, complicated problems! For a very long time! And, in exchange, you get… A cool item? A nice new skill? And that’s it?

I know this might be complicated to implement on a narrative perspective, but I remember playing Persona 5, and your character just went through a very harrowing experience (like, oh, being INTERROGATED AND TORTURED BY THE POLICE) and you help your friends during social links, and they go “thanks for your help! Bye~” like WHAT ABOUT ME. WHAT ABOUT MY PROBLEMS. CAN YOU GIVE ME A HUG

So on a certain level, I wanted a game where instead of the characters around you having problems, the main character also has problems. And is subconsciously screaming “CAN YOU PLEASE NOTICE I HAVE PROBLEMS AND GIVE ME A HUG.” And hopefully, the characters notice. Winks

Hm. I do want to say I wrote most of the prologue/ISAT during the pandemic, and I felt very lonely and not supported. But then guess what. I told my friends about how I felt. And most of them told me they had no idea, and vowed to support me more. And now I’m closer to them. So the moral of this answer is, yeah, it’d be nice if people noticed, but also, you need to tell people when you’re feeling bad. LOOKS AT SIFFRIN

Anon asked:

Is there a song you listen to in order to put yourself in the sasasa/ISAT mindset?

I have a whole playlist baybee. Before you ask: there aren’t any hidden meanings behind those song choices. It’s about the Mood, and also my personal tastes in music I listen to when I need to concentrate. I like songs that go WUB WUB

In no particular order, here are five random songs I played on repeat when making the prologue:

Future Club (Arcade Version) by Perturbator (in bold because this was THE song I listened to on repeat. I believe I gave it to Lindar for inspiration lol)

Arcades by C2C

Wake Me Up by Para One

The First Wish by DROELOE

Les Enfants du Paradis by World’s End Girlfriend

And here are five random songs I played on repeat for In Stars and Time:

Down by Chloe x Halle

Nonsense Bungaku by Eve

Non-Breathe Oblige by PinocchioP

Gentle Heart by Jamie Paige

Ready For The Floor by Hot Chip

It’s interesting, the songs I listened to for the prologue are generally more heavy and frenetic, while the ones for ISAT are more hopeful… I made sure to listen to more lively songs for ISAT, since that’s the feeling I wanted to give off…

That’s all the questions I have! In other, non related ISAT news, I have started a new project and having a lot of fun. It’s a visual novel this time. I’m hoping to get some screenshots ready in the next few months, but also I’m taking it easy on this one. If it takes years with many breaks in between to get it done, it’s fine. What matters to me right now is the process!

That’s all I have to say for today! Let me know if you have any questions, or if there’s any aspect of the game development struggle you’d like me to talk about! See you next time!!!

AND DON’T FORGET TO WISHLIST THE GAME ON STEAM ALSO IT REALLY HELPS BECAUSE STEAM’S ALGORITHM IS MORE LIKELY TO SHOW OFF GAMES WITH A HIGH AMOUNT OF WISHLISTS THAT’S THE REASON WHY GAME DEVS ALWAYS ASK TO WISHLIST!!! OKAY BYE!!!!

#in stars and time #start again start again start again #devlog #game dev #game development #indie game #indie dev #indie games #timeloop

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clever-and-unique-name · 7 months

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Oh. Something in me is snarling and snapping. Okay.

Sorry, most of you aren't going to have a lot of context for this because it would take far too long to explain and these feelings are melting my brain. The short story is I made a discord server 4 years ago for friends with OSDDID and just left it yesterday.

I still have a couple friends there still. So I've been kept abreast of the conversations that happened in the wake of me leaving. Because nothing can ever be discussed openly, to the face of who it's about, right? That's a big part of why I left in the first place.

So, some things, to recap, mostly for my sanity. Sorry, this is going to get extremely long, because I want to say all I need to say.

Initially, I made the server to foster a small, intimate community of people with OSDDID. One of those people is someone who groomed me as a teenager.

Over time, some of the people there helped me realize I was in a toxic relationship with that person. When things finally came to a head and that person left the server (2? years ago?), I was...very not okay. But I had people there supporting me through it, and we got closer through the fallout. I am genuinely thankful for their support through it. It would have been exponentially more rough without them.

Time passed. I went from being unemployed to working full time. I had less time to spend socializing online, partially due to the strict divide between our work-parts and home-parts. I began to neglect my friendships, and though we tried--god, we really did try--we just couldn't figure out how to talk more than maybe once a week, when the right alignment of parts were out to be Home and Social in the way we felt we needed to be. And it just dwindled from there.

At some point around there, I started talking to B. We bonded over our shared love of art and character creation. She was welcoming to all of my parts, insisted on talking to anyone who was present. A novelty for me, to be individually recognized and not have to hide anyone. She got me on my stressful days and rough nights--vulnerable times I didn't feel I could share with people previously. We have talked every day for two years.

Resentment began to grow from the people I'd previously been close to. Obviously...it hurts to be told that someone doesn't have space for you like they used to, while they're clearly engaging in a close and intimate friendship with another person. I tried to reassure that I still cared about people, and tried to reach out when I could, but it kept cropping up with different people in the server: you don't care about me anymore, we're clearly not friends anymore, well you can make room for her so why not me. It was almost like clockwork for a bit, once a month someone new would step forward and I would try to put out the fire again.

(The thing is, every single one of these people expressed that they completely understood and sympathized/empathized with my limited social ability. They insisted that our level of contact was fine, until it apparently wasn't and they confronted me about it. So as I was having a conversation with one person with them saying "No it's totally okay that we don't talk much, I still love and care about you sooo much!", I was fielding a convo from a different person who had said the same thing to me weeks/months ago, talking about how I had actually been horribly neglecting them and that we weren't friends anymore.)

Then around a year ago, that person I mentioned, the one I knew as a teenager, created a new account to bypass my blocks, and reached out to me again. Trying to "apologize" for something, the subject of which had me questioning if someone I knew was tipping them off to things I was processing semi-privately. Right at the crescendo of all the other social issues.

Lit match. Powder keg. Boom.

I withdrew hard. From absolutely everyone but B. I didn't know who to trust with their reassurances of "we're totally okay, love and care about you!" I didn't know who harbored resentments. I knew, from past experiences, that there were people in the server prone to gossiping with each other, and I had stepped on their toes by pulling away from them. I mean. That's how we had bonded in the first place--by us privately talking about the person I knew, among others. You know what they say about bad karma.

I all but disappeared from the server, owner in name only. I fought the urge to delete it, and instead promoted others to mods so I could further remove myself. Every time I attempted to talk there, I was overwhelmed with anxiety to the point of physical illness. I tried to convince myself that it was all in my head, that I was just having attachment trauma, that I could sit with my discomfort and everything would be fine. More and more, it felt like the only person I could truly trust to be emotionally attached to was B. Out of 20-odd people, 6 had heel-turned and told me I hurt them with my distance. I was just waiting on the rest to do the same. And waiting. And waiting.

And suddenly, a couple days ago, another server "friend" (I hesitate to call anyone that because it was impressed upon me, multiple times, that I was not being a friend to people) blocked me. I found out when I went to send them a meme and discovered I couldn't. I thought I was used to it, I thought I couldn't be blindsided anymore. But it had been a while since it had happened; I thought everyone who had a limit with me had reached it.

I checked our convo history. Yet again: us talking about how much we understood each other, how we're both prone to isolation, how we still cared about each other.

Upset, I told B, who was also friends with them. Who immediately found out she was blocked too.

So we both decided to leave the server. We announced it yesterday afternoon, and hung around to talk a bit, wanting to leave as little confusion as possible without outright calling anyone out. We knew there were people there who didn't know about any of this going on (I'm so sorry for all the drama that's been dumped on your feet, guys.) We also knew there were people there who had been talking about all this behind our backs--we just didn't know how many. Again, the suspicion and speculation and "when will it happen again" was really what was eating us alive.

We left amicably. And then as soon as the doors were closed, of course people stepped forward to talk about how I had just stopped caring about them to focus on B instead. As if it was that simple. As if they had stopped at any point to talk to me about it (and the ones who did vehemently denied that it was an issue of comparing our friendship to mine with B.)

Caring was never the issue. I cared about people until they blocked me, or outright told me I wasn't a friend to them anymore. I kept caring about people, against my fears that it would end like that again, because it's just my nature to care. But caring in silence doesn't feel like much of anything, does it? I know that. I'm sorry for the way I've made people feel from that. But connection is a two-way street--where the hell were you? B has talked to me every day for two years. When someone talks, I respond. If you wanted me there, where the hell were you?

#I'm probably dropping this and dipping for a bit #I need to be Less Online here for at least a while #you can still reach me on discord or on my alt account #I'm just. Man I need to touch grass. In a non-deprecating way.

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parano1ddetective · 3 months

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okay so uh,, proper intro time ^_^

❝ Welcome to my Blog. ❞

☆┊This blog focuses on a REGRETEVATOR character from Roblox, BIVE. Additionally, this blog may also focus on other characters/npcs. (depends on who you are that gives me asks!)

┃Before you ask though, get to know me and this blog first! 💛

「☆ My name is [REDACTED. it’s in my ooc blog], owner of this blog. Preferably, you can call me Bive or just- “blog owner” if you have a question involving me.

「☆ I go by he/they and I’m a nonbinary pansexual person. Respect my prns please <3

Bive goes by she/they, or just she/her.

「☆ Please know that I’m a minor outside of this account. Any weird/n$fw questions or just— weird stuff in gen in my inbox will be ignored.

「☆ I have discord, but I won’t share it for now. (Maybe privately to some close friends I’ll probably get on here)

「☆ Please note that I am NOT the “official” Bive or “canon” Bive. I’ll still follow Bive’s canon facts but please know that some headcanons might be slapped in there when I answer questions. Stay away from my blog if you don’t like this.

「☆ You may ask anything, but keep it friendly or satire/jokingly.

〔 BOUNDARIES 〕

► Do not s3xualize ME or BIVE. I understand Bive’s an adult but I’m a minor plus my followers are probably mostly minors so, keep it friendly please. (I don’t mind stuff such as ‘marriage’ or smth)

► Any asks that involves sensitive topics will be ignored or deleted. (Such as r4p3, bad n$fw, vents, etc.)

However, I am available for vents, but please MESSAGE, not ASK.

► Do not harrass the people I reply to or just don’t harrass in general. This is directly towards the mf who harrassed a Split roleplayer that I’m mutuals with.

► Please do not get pissy over my replies, I am not the OFFICIAL/CANON BIVE. I am just a person who’s clearly trying their best to RP as Bive.

Anyways, I think that’s all for now.

If you have any questions about ME or anything else, ask it here or, preferably, my OOC acc —> @themostsilliest-person

That’s all for now. ily guys 💛

#regretevator #regretevator bive #ask blog #roblox #out of character.

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lonepineestate · 6 months

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My thoughts/input/extra info on Equiliberty

Hi! Some of you may know I used to be a mod for the discord server, Equiliberty, under the name Nattie | Lone Pine Estate. I’m just going to share the truth and everything that I know from an inside perspective. Everything I say here i have screenshots to prove, I’m not sure how that is classified as “fake drama” or “doxxing”. These screenshots have been passed around as i wand to help spread awareness. There’s more, but this is the gist.

Doxxing definition:

“Doxxing is a form of online harassment that means publicly exposing someone's real name, address, job, or other identifying info without a victim's consent.”

Nobody has done the above, and as usual, proof has not been shown.

The Name Change

Cath/Catherine/Jocelyn/Moe/The Evil Queen/Aaliyah. These are all of her alt’s and name changes. She repeatedly changes her name each time we call her out and post real, true, screenshots while she’s provided none. Her CC page is also called Cath’s Creative Corner, but that may have changed too. Maybe we can all make it a game to see how many fake names/alts we can get her to. Starting number is 5!

The Alt

She then claimed to have a trans friend so therefor she could not be transphobic, (Fr? Lmao), then said “friend” joined Equiliberty under the name “The Evil Queen”. This friend was later found to be yet another alt of Jocelyn’s. The wick bot marked this bot as suspicious when joining as well (detects alt accounts on the same IP), and screenshots have been shown that this was in fact Jocelyn. Matching messages, typing the same (same typos too), same emojis, etc. i find this especially ironic because she claimed we were all childish and needed to grow up.

Clearly, she needs to work on that too.🥂

The Auction

Moving on, she also sniped an auction from Pea by essentially abusing her admin powers and lying. The auction ended at 1, she sent her message at 1:10 and thought that putting a time in parentheses would make it better/legit. She claimed that it was a time zone flaw. Then all of a sudden, it was a network error. So many excuses, so little real explanation. We asked she provide a screenshot to show her time zone, and she denied. This all blew up and messages were deleted while she shushed everyone involved.

The Pronouns

Jocelyn had said many times in a private staff chat that she did not use pronouns other then “she/her” or “he/him”, and that “they/them” is pushing it and she probably wouldn’t use that either. Another member had agreed, but I’ll keep their identity quiet. She thinks all of this is being shoved down her throat, that she doesn’t agree, and will not be forced to use them.

The Hiding

She has also actively hides all the “fake drama” in Equiliberty. She has been seen using a bot to delete messages, delete channels, muting members, and banning for asking questions. I’ve also been told she may have banned a member while they were simply checking their banking balance. When she’s wrong, she demands everyone to “BE QUIET” or “STOP TALKING” and will delete the messages.

The Banning / “Competition”

Jocelyn thinks other horsie sims 4 servers are competition and that hers should be the only one. She banned every single mod/staff of a fellow server simply for being a mod there, because she heard word they were talking bad about her. In the process, they accidentally banned an innocent member. Rightfully so, they were upset. When mentioning another server, you’re muted or asked to stop. When posting on social media, she will say her server is better and that there’s no need for others.

In all honesty, I think that comes from her being in TS3 servers, felt important, and wanted to have her own “big server” like Equus or Equiality (if i even spelled this correctly).

My Faults

She recently tried to “get back at me” by posting our chats about conversions in the past. I am happy to say I do not do this anymore and will not share this content. I have had a chat with a creator (who I am keeping neutral in this situation, purely an example), and have provided screenshots showing that I do not distribute or convert cc any longer. Id like to apologize to creators who’s cc i converted and I can promise from my side and my private server (again, that I shared with the creator), it will never happen again. Jocelyn also wanted to convert, asked for help, tutorials, etc and I believe it was to get back at people in TS3 that hurt her or upset her.

I deeply apologize to any and all I hurt in the process.

Conclusion

I hope this reaches the right audience and members of Equiliberty, others, and more see the truth. I do indeed have an alt on the server purely to update my pose packs to share with everyone else. I’ve seen your server Jocelyn, it’s dying and you caused it.

This will be my last and final public post in tumblr about it. I’m keeping this back on track and relevant now. As I said before, I do indeed have screenshots of all this. I’m ashamed I sat in the dark watching her do all of these things in private and public.

I’m no longer watching in silence.

#equiliberty #howmanyaltsdoyouhave #realdramanotfake #sims 4 horse cc #sims 4 horse pack #sims 4 horse ranch #the sims 4 horse ranch #sims 4 horse poses #the sims 4 horses #sims 4 horses #sims 4 #ts4 horses

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odusseus-xvi · 9 months

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so team de lundi is just a group that plays games together sometimes? what games do they play? who’s part of it?

Pretty much yes. You know what I decided to make a resume of the "Team du Lundi" here as a post to explain everything to those who'd like to know. (I'll present the streamers part of it and maybe their part or quirks when they were on their smp. Also want to clarify that the server did not really have lore, an the fact that he players come from there is mostly headcanon, but the relations between the players could very much be considered some)

Team du Lundi (litterally "Team of Monday") is a group of friend streamers that streams games together every monday evening. They are quite a few though not all are here every monday depending on wants of each, motivation, and the game they decided to play. (Among the most common are : Antoine Daniel, JDG, AngleDroit (That I'll call Florence, because that's how most people call her), Mynthos, and Zerator.)

First the streamers who ARE on qsmp :

Baghera Jones : She is part of it, though not there every monday (but still often.) On the minecraft server she had a home she shared with HortyUnderscore (another streamer and her best friend IRL), and developped a rivalry with JDG, one upping each other in annoying pranks and constructions.

Etoiles : Not as often present, but still an important part of the group. He very much had the same role on their minecraft server as on the qsmp : Explore, get stuff for the others, and do rescue missions from time to time.

Antoine Daniel : The initiater of Team du Lundi, (he's the one who made the discord server that ultimately became the team.), the most staple, I would say ; He's the one that is there almost every monday. On the server he decided to build his base very quickly, and so he chose the easiest block to get early on : Dirt, but he also wanted to make his base the biggest it could be, and so the TDM (Tour de Merde : "Tower of Shit) was born. (He ended up working on it for the entire lifespan of the server)

Now the others, that I will go a bit more quickly on :

JDG (Joueur Du Grenier, Fred) : One of the streamers present the most often, also one of our oldest youtubers in france (both in how long he's been there and age, he's 40) The new theme Pomme's been playing on her flute is actually his youtube channel's intro song (it's very famous in france). His minecraft skin is just himself, and on the server he was known to be the op and creator, and tended to cheat from time to time (giving himself creative mode when frustrated on a construction)

Mynthos : Also a very present one, he's actually been referenced on qsmp by the french ccs there : He's the source of Mynthos Juice (a private joke). On the server he made different kind of farms for food and stuff for the others. His mc skin is way too cursed for me to describe.

Zerator : Often there, though not always because very busy, one of the biggest french streamers. He didn't spend a lot of time on the server. His mc skin is just himself.

Florence (AngleDroit) : She is one of the most present ones. Her time on the server was mostly trying not to die, and build her house in a tree. Her minecraft skin is of a dressed fox.

HortyUnderscore : She is there from time to time, and actually is Baghera's IRL best friend (fun fact Quackity actually asked her if she wanted to come on the server be she declined because of planning, and being too busy, Baghera explained all that) Her mc skin is of a personnalised dressed Squidward. (this is not a joke)

MisterMV : Is one of the ogs of Team du Lundi though, comes less often now due to being busy, still a close friend to everyone, and has his own TTRPG series : Games of Roles. He wasn't on the mc server, but still considered part of the team.

And then there is guests from time to time that I'll not enumerate here.

I think that's everyone.

(Aypierre's not part of it, but the guy has been streaming minecraft since launch so his backstory has a hundred possibilities)

#qsmp #qsmp baghera jones #qsmp antoine daniel #qsmp antoine #qsmp Etoiles #qsmp france #qsmp french #Team du Lundi

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A.N.I.M. Adventure Art: The Seedtown Party

Meet the Seedtown Party. This is a cast of investigator PCs from one of the earliest test runs for Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy, back in late 2021. It didn’t even have any sort of combat system when this campaign started, that was written hastily somewhere in the middle of the campaign, somewhere around February 2022.

This campaign is maybe the longest we’ve ever done with Eureka, lasting 6 months with a session nearly every week, and it was amazing.

Four investigators find themselves one way or another in a small town in the mountains of Arkansas, coming together by chance due to shared interest in a series of seemingly related missing persons cases.

It pains me greatly that I cannot remember exactly what was said, but the way that this group of characters came together and agree to work with each other to locate these missing persons in the first session was the single most natural and organic way I’ve ever seen a TTRPG party form.

Eunica, an actual professional private investigator from the big city, here on a personal mission, as one of the missing people is her own nephew.

Joseph, an extremely friendly local bartender who has been manning his brother’s establishment since his brother’s death more than ten years ago.

Sarah, a moviestar who sought to disappear from the spotlight and run away to a quieter life, only to find that some of the missing persons posters feature *her* face, and did before she even arrived.

And finally Alice (pronounced in the French way, sounds more like “Elise”), a cheerful and energetic young Cajun-French biker claiming to be a friend of one of the missing people. She was definitely the youngest of the party, appearing to be in her early twenties, with the next youngest investigator being Eunica in her late thirties. Alice had the rest of the party in love with her sweetness, energy, and optimistic attitude, as well as many weird but endearing quirks like how sarcasm and jokes always flew right over her head, her insistance that her food never have any spices whatsoever, and the fact she wore the same part of sunglasses day and night. In fact, they never actually even saw her sleep, she was always awake when they went to bed and always awake in the morning when they woke up. Alice was “the baby of the group”, and all of the older investigators went out of their way to protect her and curb her bold and reckless actions, despite her insistence that they didn’t need to.

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This group of investigators followed what clues they could through local urban legends, organized crime, police corruption, and finally occult ritual among the state’s wealthy elite in a remote manor in the mountains, ending in a high-stakes shootout as the gang attempted to flee the premises after disrupting a plot that could’ve brought the world as we know it to its knees, and then a confrontation with the source of the aforementioned urban legends. For the most part, the investigators got out unscathed, except for Alice, who caught three bullets during the shootout, way more than enough to kill an investigator, or most any character, in Eureka. She also did most of the killing in this shootout.

Alice near flat-out refused medical attention, instead sneaking away as soon as the others’ backs were turned, leaving a farewell message at the bar before getting on her bike, and riding away. There was no way to track her or find out where she went, who she was, or if she was even still alive. They never even learned her last name.

Not only was this a test run of Eureka in general, but also the origin of its unique approach to supernatural characters, wherein not even other players sitting around the table know which members of the party are supernatural or not. With exceptions that I’ll get to in a moment, none of the IRL people playing this game except the Game Master knew that there would be any supernatural element to this mystery, let alone within the very investigative party itself. Nearly all of the players were relative strangers to each other before the group was brought together for session 0, not knowing each others’ interests or original characters, so there was little chance of guessing anything was amiss before the session even began.

Eunica shocked everyone about a two-thirds into the investigation, after the involvement of occult ritual started to become apparent, by revealing that she was no ordinary private detective, but really one of a more magical variety, capable of more than a little magic herself, and the person you’d go to if you needed someone to, say, hunt and slay a vampire. This took some time to process for everyone and Alice had what seemed like a hundred rapid-fire questions about the truth or the supernatural.

Alice, on the other hand, didn’t shock anyone, no one suspected a thing. No one, not PCs nor Players, ever guessed that sweet “Alice”, “the baby of the group”, was actually the oldest of them all, an 800-year-old vampire named Yvette Preux. The other players didn’t find this out until a month after the campaign ended. In between regular sessions, secret one-on-one sessions between GM and player were being run while the rest of the party slept, wherein “Alice” did some investigating, and other things like drinking blood, on her own during the night, the findings from which she would sprinkle in casually during discussions of the case the next morning, subtly enough that no one ever asked where she got this information or why she was so sure of it. On a few occasions she even did a lot more than investigating during these nights, like when a crime boss, who had told the investigators that he would have them disappeared if he saw them in town again, mysteriously turned up dead the next day, never seeing any of them again. What a lucky coincidence for everyone else.

Alice actually clocked Eunica as some kind of vampire hunter or the like right away, on the very first day they met, which didn’t really concern her at all. If so-called vampire hunters were any good at their “job”, she wouldn’t be around to laugh about it, would she?

Really, in hindsight, she could hardly have been more obviously a vampire—the sunglasses at all hours; avoidance of garlic, onions, and any other spices on food; hoe she never seemed to sleep; how she always seemed to have something in front of her mouth when she talked; her avoidance of mirrors; taking risks like she was invincible; and always running ahead every time the party was about to enter a private domicile so that she could directly ask to come inside. She even at one point when the party needed to disguise themselves as occultists, revealed that she just *already had* a fine hooded cloak with black on the outside and bright red on the inside in her luggage. That was all pretty weird, but it turns out, when nobody tells you to look for vampires, they actually become extremely hard to stop! This isn’t even a massive failing on Eunica’s part, if it weren’t near impossible to identify them, vampires wouldn’t be considered just a silly superstition in the modern age.

In truth, “Alice” reveled in just being herself right under a wannabe vampire-hunter’s nose, feigning shock when Eunica revealed this, and going out of her way to ask as many questions as she could about real vampires and what they’re like.

This is the ultimate Eureka experience, what starts as a mundane investigation spiraling into sprawling madness, and if what the people you thought you knew could reveal about themselves will shock you to your core, imagine what they keep to themselves. They might not even be playing by the same rules as you, it’s always who you least expect.

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Hi! A bit short notice, but with the new year I’m planning on holding myself accountable for all the little event-related plans I’ve been making, the first of which is to work on setting up/hosting a GW2 art party!

What is an art party, you might ask? They’re common occurrences in the Final Fantasy XIV community, where artists of all kinds get together to chat, hang out, and create together! Spot a person you know or a character you like the design of? Draw them, take some screenshots, make some gifs, whatever you feel like! The ‘goal’ of attending an art party is not to be drawn, but to draw others, and share with the community! To that effect, we’ll be using the tag #VSArtParty over here and teeechnically on Twitter for those who still use it, so that others can easily find our creations!

This is my first time hosting a non-meta, non-raid related public event, so I’m intentionally keeping it small-scale by only posting about it here and in my guild discord, and when the time comes it’ll be in a private squad not listed in LFG to discourage any potential party-crashers. Should it go over well, expect to see me hosting ones every month in varying locales and maybe even with different themes!

Check under the cut for a bit more info on the location/times!

So I had previously asked people where they think a good setting for an art party might be, and uninstanced home instances with decent lighting were brought up, so I set my sights on the asura home instance in Rata Sum since I rarely see that used for anything. If you have a flying mount, it’s easily accessible by going straight northwest from the main city cube! Otherwise, you’ll need a Teleport to Friend to get over to the spot:

As mentioned before the cut, I fully intend to rotate between various other suitable locales for future events, but wanted to start here since it feels private enough to not be in anyone’s way unintentionally. It’s also open and well-lit to allow everyone to see each other clearly, which is definitely a plus considering we don’t have a way to inspect characters for a better look.

Regarding the date/time, I polled my guildmates on which night of the week would be best if we were to be hosting a recurring event, and Saturday came through as the best option for us. We have a tendency to base our stuff around in-game reset +/- 1 hour, so the same thing is at work here. Since we’re an NA-based guild, the event will only be hosted on NA servers, but if there’s interest I’d be willing to organize earlier events for people on EU servers in the future! There’s no set end time for the event since it’ll likely peter out on its own after a bit, but from my experience at FFXIV art parties I’d say to expect it to last maybe 4-5 hours at most.

Aaand finally, about the squad itself. Like I said before the cut, I’m going to keep the squad set to private and out of LFG to keep things a bit more chill, so to join you can either whisper my main, Teekzi, for an invite, or type ‘/sqjoin teekzi’ in chat to automatically pop in and get into the right instance!

That’s about all for now, expect me to reblog this a few times between now and the party! See you soon, hopefully! ♥

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #i am only mildly stressed thinking about hosting stuff #but i've been to a few friends' events and it was neat so here's hoping!!#obnoxious tourist simulator #vsartparty #📢🎨

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daddydindjarin · 1 year

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The Long and Winding Road Part IV: The French Quarter

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (no physical description of the Reader given)

Rating: 18+ Mature CW: alcohol, female masturbation, slight angst, feelings tbh

Wordcount: 4042

Summary: Bourbon Street offers good times and good drinks, but the two of you only seem to be thinking about each other.

A/N: Dividers by @firefly-graphics! Thank you especially to the discord besties for always encouraging me when I post the smallest of peeks, and treating it like it was a treasure.

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The sound of raucous laughter from outside of the semi-private courtyard did nothing to drown out how loud your heart sounded beating in your chest. A strong, quick, thumpthumpthump battering against your ribs like they were a closed gate, and your heart was trying to break free.

It was silly, you thought to yourself, your ears straining while listening for any sound changes from the bathroom, where Frankie had retreated to wash the grime from him. You could hear his low humming- maybe an Eagles song? - just under the patter of the shower, and the thought of Frankie feet away from you, wet and singing was doing nothing to calm your nerves.

You sat on the side of the bed, acutely aware of how awkward you looked, spine stiff and your hands wringing in your lap like a nervous teenager who had snuck out to a boyfriend’s house for the first time. “Come on, girl,” you whispered harshly to yourself. “It’s just two friends sharing a bed for the night. Stop being so fuckin’ weird.”

Logically, this shouldn’t even be an issue. You’d spent the better part of your sleeping time in a pop-up tent with Frankie, where there was very little room to be had. Nothing like the spacious carriage house you currently found yourself in. The King bed you were currently sitting on was bigger than your tent, so it would stand to reason that you’d probably not even touch each other in your sleep.

You didn’t know if that bothered you more.

You stood, reaching for your suitcase to grab a change of clothes and your toiletries, making a mental note to find a pharmacy close by to have you doctor call in a refill of your prescriptions. You heard the shower turn off, and you gathered your things as the sliding bathroom door slide open. Schooling your features, you turned, ready to smile at him, and tease him about leaving you some hot water, but the sight of him made your mouth run dry.

Frankie emerged from the bathroom with a cloud of steam following him. He was still wet, his dark hair slicked back where he had pushed it off his forehead in a hurry, lines of water trailing down his neck and onto his chest. You knew how broad he was, every tee-shirt he wore strained across his shoulders, but to see his shoulders and strong arms with water still clinging to his sparse chest hair was another thing entirely. Your eyes followed a droplet as it crossed its way over a nipple and down his slightly rounded stomach, losing sight of it in the trail of hair that disappeared below the towel slung low over his hips. You looked back up to his face to see him watching you with an intensity that you weren’t prepared for, his eyes dark and hooded.

“Hermosa,” he began, his hands twitching at his sides, and his voice broke you out of your trance, heat faring across your cheeks.

“Sorry!” you gasped out, nearly dropping your clothes as you fumbled to close your suitcase. “I was distracted, I didn’t mean to stare at you.” Like a piece of meat, you thought to yourself, briskly walking to the bathroom that was still humid from Frankie’s time in there.

As you slid the door shut, you thought you heard him chuckle, “It’s alright, I like watching you stare.”

You turned the shower on, pleased that the water pressure was so high, and stripped, setting your dirty clothes on the counter before looking at yourself in the mirror. You hadn’t spent much time analyzing your appearance, with other things taking precedence over a rigorous skin care routine, and you knew that you were showing small signs of aging, as was typical of someone your age. But, you wondered, what did Frankie see when he looked at you? Did he see the lines next your mouth and eyes? Did he notice that you get stress breakouts on your chin and forehead?

Did he find you attractive?

There was no point in denying you were attracted to him, if the way you were salivating over him was any indication. Turning from the mirror, you stepped into the shower groaning when the hot water hit your back. The smell of Frankie’s soap permeated the air, a sensuous blend of cinnamon and cloves, and if you closed your eyes, you could almost picture him standing in front of you, smiling that little smile he reserved for things that truly amused him.

Would he touch you? How would his hands feel skimming your shoulders in a barely-there touch, tracing his way across the peaks of your chest. How would his mouth feel against your breast, his plump lips closing over a sensitive nipple? Your hands cupped your chest, fingers gently tweaking your nipples, and you bit your lip to keep in any errant sounds.

Were you really doing this? About to masturbate to the idea of a man you met weeks ago, but who had been nothing but kind and supportive of you? You’d feel guilty if you weren’t imagining him on his knees in front of you, looking up at you with those dark eyes framed by those long lashes as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your mound.

Frankie gave off pussy eater vibes, and you could almost feel how he would lave attention to your clit, alternating flicking it with his tongue, and sucking it harshly until you were a wreck, just the thought of him eating you out was making you incredibly wet, and you played with your clit gently, leaning back against the tiles. Your hands, you knew, were a poor substitute for his thick fingers, and you whined when you pushed two inside yourself, thrusting gently, your other hand still focusing on your nipple.

Oh, you knew he would stretch you open, murmuring praises as he fucked you with his hand, telling you how good you were for him, how pretty you looked as you took all he had to give. He’d make you cum with his face buried in your pussy, and it was the thought of him, chin wet and grinning, that had you clenching around your fingers, a choked cry escaping you. Your legs shook, and you thought about sliding to the bottom of the shower and just living there, but Frankie was waiting for you in the other room, and guilt was starting to creep up your spine. You hurriedly washed any trace of your misdeed from your skin, so you could re-join him in the bedroom and work out your plans for the night.

It didn’t take long to finish your shower, soap rubbed and rinsed quickly from your body, finding yourself pulling your clothes onto still slightly damp skin in your building excitement. You slid open the door to release some of the steam that was causing your yellow silk camisole to start to stick to your skin. Louisiana was still hot, and you knew that walking the French Quarter was going to do nothing for the heat, but that didn’t mean you had to swelter in the hotel room.

Stepping back into the hotel room to grab your makeup bag, you glanced over at Frankie where he lounged on the bed, and your mouth went dry. He had traded his usual ball cap for slicked back still wet hair, the curls barely being contained by whatever slight product he had used. He was wearing slacks- not jeans, you noted, shifting slightly in your own pair- and a white button-down shirt that was undone down to his breastbone. The there was no sign of an undershirt, just the smattering of freckles that you wanted to trace across his neck and chest with your fingers.

And your tongue.

He hadn’t opened his eyes yet, but you knew he was awake, based off the way he was breathing. Not wanting to be caught staring, you grabbed the times that you needed before retreating into the now cooled off bathroom, reminding yourself again to calm the fuck down.

Frankie watched you go through his semi closed eyes, fire burning under his skin.

He knew that you had been watching him since he came out of the bathroom earlier, and if you hadn’t run for the bathroom when you did, he would have pulled you to him right then and there based on the way you were looking at him. And just now, he knew it wasn’t his imagination, the way your eyes lingered on him when you thought he couldn’t see.

Thoughts of how to tell you, to convince you that he was feeling the same way swirled in his head. Of abandoning your planned night out on the French Quarter, of pulling you onto his lap so he could tell you every filthy though he’s had about you these last two weeks. Letting you touch him more than just a passing graze, or a hand hold to not lose each other in a crowd.

But New Orleans was close to the top of your list, and he wasn’t going to have you miss anything you wanted to see because of him. ‘It’s possible,’ a small voice in the back of his mind thought, ‘that it’s not even you that she likes. Maybe it’s just the proximity and wanting human touch.’

It wouldn’t be the first time that has happened. How many nights had he buried himself in another person just to feel something other than the crushing loneliness of an empty room, empty house, empty heart? When the drugs didn’t touch the sadness, and he couldn’t lose himself in work or in being a father, what lengths had he gone to just to feel like there was someone out there who wanted him?

Relationships built on that didn’t last- but when had you ever said you were looking for a relationship. You had mentioned in passing that you didn’t have anyone like that (or anyone really) in your life, and he couldn’t imagine that it was because of you. You were gorgeous, curves and softness in all the right places, soft and warm. You were kind to everyone, a smile so quick and disarming, Frankie figured it was more deadly than a gun. You were smart, and funny, and so organized that he pegged you for the military type, which you had quickly dismissed with a laugh and a “I don’t like being told what to do.”

With how wonderful you were, people should have been chomping at the bit to be with you, but you had been adamant that aside from a long-term boyfriend in high school, and a few flings here and there, there wasn’t anyone. And he could only conclude it was because you weren’t interested in being in a relationship. Besides, it wasn’t like you had even suggested it, or anything close to it.

But the way you looked at him…he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

15 minutes later, you came back out of the bathroom, makeup done, and your hair twisted up and away from your face, a few curled pieces falling lose. You pulled a pair of boots on, and grabbed a jacket before turning back to him, arms slightly spread out. “Well,” you asked, twirling in place to show him the entire outfit, “How do I look?”

Frankie wished that he could find the words to accurately describe the way he was feeling in that moment. The front of your camisole was tucked into your holey jeans, showing off your small stomach, and he wouldn’t be surprised if there was drool at the corners of his mouth. All he could muster was a “You look amazin’,” as his eyes raked you up and down.

You beamed at him, and he could feel heat creeping up his neck as you shrugged your jacket on, tugging it into place. “I’m ready, Captain! Let’s go find some ghosts!”

He laughed, shaking his head. “You’re more likely to find a venereal disease in New Orleans, Hermosa,” he said, pulling his own blazer on. He didn’t know why he felt like dressing up tonight, sure it had nothing to do with the gorgeous girl at his elbow.

“Oh, come on, Francisco!” You playfully shoved him towards the door, exasperation lighting up your voice. “We’re in arguably the most haunted city in America. Every inch of this place is haunted, including our hotel supposedly.”

He locks the door behind him, leading you with a hand at the small of your back to the street, where patrons are starting to pour into the bars and taverns. It’s already dark, and he knows it’s only going to get more crowded and rowdier as the night goes on. “Sure, sure, if you spot one, be sure to let me know, that way I can get the hell out of there.”

A sly grin crosses your face as you look up at him. “Frankie,” you tease, grabbing his arm as the crowd thickens around you, “Are you afraid of ghosts?”

“I wouldn’t say I’m afraid so much, as having a healthy dose of survival instincts.”

You let out a peal of laughter, the glow from the string lights on the canopies making your eyes sparkle up at him, and he turns away before the urge to kiss you completely takes over his brain. You squeeze his bicep as the two of you fall into companionable silence, watching the boisterous crowds, and starting to feel the atmosphere that New Orleans exudes. The scent of magnolia washed over the two of you, and the big bands started up their jazz ensembles in quick succession, light and happy music surrounding every corner.

You lead him to the Old Absinthe House, pushing your way into the crowded small space, and shouted your orders to the barman, who didn’t look put off at all by the large crowd. Once he pressed your drinks into your hands, Frankie led you to an unoccupied corner, and you handed him the green drink.

“What is this?” he said, dipping his head next to your ear so you could hear him over the music and people. The smell of your perfume wafted over him, a mix of sugared berries and rose and…was that his body wash he smelled on your skin? You smelled like him, and he was going to lose his mind, the caveman part of his brain buzzing at the thought of you choosing to mix your scents.

You leaned up, your cheek pressed to his, your lips grazing his ear as you told him it was an Absinthe Frappe, and you spoke of its history, something about it being invented at this bar in 1874, how there were authors that swore by it, but all he could focus on was the way your hand rested on his chest for balance as you stood on tiptoe to lean into him so he could hear you.

You pulled away from him, and he felt dazed, like he had been hit over the head one too many times. He watched you smile before raising the glass in a mini cheer, and then you were downing it, quickly, the column of your throat bobbing as you chugged the drink. By the time he was able to shake the daze off, and realize what you had done, you were already gone, heading back to the bar for a refill, topping off the beginning of a long night.

It was close to 4am by the time Frankie was able to stumble back to the hotel with you.

You were three sheets to the wind, smelling of sweat and booze, the New Orleans cologne thick on the both of you as you rode on his back across the courtyard. You were giggling at the story you were telling him; some joke a girl in a bathroom told you earlier in the night, that you hadn’t stopped laughing at, and he was finding it harder and harder to be annoyed with you as you rested your chin on his shoulder, your arms loose around his neck.

Around the time he started to coral you away from the busier bars, you had given him a guilty look, and admitted that this wasn’t what you usually did. “I can count on one hand,” you had slurred, leaning on him heavily as you fingered the beads around your neck, “the number of times I’ve been actually drunk. Don’t like drinking by myself, and don’t have lotsa friends to get drunk wif me.”

The thought of you being alone more often than not was the deciding factor on letting you keep drinking, with spurts of him giving you water before letting you sip from your new bathroom friend’s drink as you danced together to some pop song Frankie hadn’t heard of. The two of you were menaces, begging him to dance with you after a quick, “this is my Frankie,” which had shot straight to his cock. He eventually indulged for a few moments, swaying to the music while you shook laughed and danced with him, until you turned your back to him, and your ass grinded directly on him. He knew you had to feel what you did to him in this crowded bar by the heady look in your eyes when you glanced at him over your shoulder, making no move to step away from him. He had excused himself, directing you back to your bathroom friend as he made a beeline for the men’s room to try to get a fucking grip. You were drunk and having fun. He was sober and responsible, and this was not happening tonight.

The pair of you had started back to the hotel after one last drink, followed by Bathroom Girl, or Amber, as the name scrawled on your arm read, stole the bouncer’s sharpie, and wrote her name and number on your arm while you leaned on him because you said the room was spinning. She had kissed your cheek, and then his, before disappearing back into the crowd of bodies. You had waved and then wrapped your arm around Frankie’s waist, smiling up at him as he held onto you, so you didn’t fall and crack your head on the pavement. You had made it a couple yards when you had stumbled and just about twisted your ankle, so Frankie stepped in front of you and knelt, his arms akimbo behind him.

“C’mon, I’ll give you a piggyback.”

You had balked at the suggestion, waving your hands frantically. “No, no, I can walk. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hermosa, I don’t think you can walk,” he laughed, jerking his chin. “Come on, it’s not that far, and you’re not gonna hurt me.” It took a few more gentle coaxes to get you draped across his back, but once you were, it was like all the tension left your body, and you hummed a song in his ear, and told him the story that had you in fits.

It took him a few tries with the door lock as he tried to keep you from falling off him, but when he got into the room, he backed up to the bed and leaned back to let you down. Except you didn’t release him, your legs tightening around his middle as you pulled him back with you, causing him to lose his footing and fall backwards onto the bed, with you beneath his back. He laughed, feeling you nuzzle your head between his shoulders like a cat. “Alright, Hermosa, I’m gonna end up crushing you. Let me up.”

You made a small noise, close to a whine in the back of your throat, but did has he said, and he cursed under his breath at the way his body was reacting. At the way it had been reacting all night. He heaved himself off the bed and crouched in front of you to pull your boots off, undoing the laces with care. You sat up and watched him, and when his eyes met yours, you grinned, shedding your jacket, your hands going for the bottom of your camisole, and wrenching it over your head.

Sitting in front of him in nothing but your lacy white bra and jeans was absolute torture, your chest heaving from how deeply you were breathing. He almost couldn’t look away, until you moved to the button of your jeans and his hand shot out to grab yours, halting your movement.

“Hey, hey, wait. Let me get your sleep shorts so you can change,” he said, trying to redirect your attention, to redirect his thoughts.

“Don’t wanna change,” you mumbled, your hand twisting to lace your fingers with his. “Want you.”

Frankie groaned, sitting back on his heels, and he squeezed your hand gently before extracting it from your grip, and pushing himself up to stand over you. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, and he quickly turned to grab your sleep clothes, determined to look anywhere but at you. When he turned back around, you had shimmied out of your jeans, smiling up at him with that sweet smile, and thrust out your clothes before turning around and digging for his. When he didn’t hear any movement from you, he steeled himself, and glanced over his shoulder, only to find you sitting on the edge of the bed, staring down at your clothes with tears dripping off your chin.

Panicking, he turned back to you quickly, hands hovering over your shoulder, wanting to comfort you, but not wanting to send any mixed signals. “Hermosa, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Do you need help getting dressed?”

Your bottom lip quivered, and you refused to look at him, instead pulling your shirt on over your head. He bowed his head, determined to catch your gaze, giving you a weak smile to try to coax you into talking to him.

“’m sorry,” you murmured, biting your bottom lip so hard, he thought you were going to draw blood. “I don’t know why I did that. Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Guilt washed over him, and he found himself cupping your cheek, raising your head to look at him. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable, Hermosa.”

“Frankie, I just came on to you, and you ran away from me,” you replied, brows furrowing, and he could see the logical part of your brain trying to fight through the boozy fog. “I was getting naked for you, and you practically dressed me yourself.”

After a beat, you whispered, “Do you not want me?”

Frankie sighed, his thumb brushing away an errant tear, and you leaned into his hand. His thumb kept stroking your skin, soothing you. “It’s not that I don’t want you,” he said after a moment. Your bottom lashes were heavy with unshed tears, a few more falling every time you blinked, and he was quick to wipe them away, as if they never existed in the first place. “You’re all I’ve been thinking about. You, and then things I want to do with you.”

“Then why-“

“Hermosa, you’re drunk. I’m not going to take advantage of you like that.”

“But you wouldn’t be!”

“Yes,” Frankie said, his thumb running across your bottom lip, and disappearing before you hand the chance to taste it. “I would be. There isn’t anything I want more right now than you beneath me, but if that’s something that you want, then you’ll still want it when you’re sober, and will remember it later.”

He watched as you soaked in his words and smiled softly at him. “Okay,” you whispered, nodding against his hand.

“Okay,” he agreed, letting his hand linger for just a moment more before standing back up and grabbing his pajamas. When he exited the bathroom, you were already under the covers, your eyelids heavy and fading fast. He laid on top of the covers, grabbing the blanket from the couch to cover up with. As he turned off the light, your voice, soft and warm drifted over to him as he felt himself falling asleep.

“Hey, Frankie?”

“Mmhmm?”

“Thank you.”

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