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✧ SENTFROMWOLVES. ⊰ WRITEBLR INTRO & TAG/WIPS DIRECTORY ⊱
➺ Hey friends! Welcome to my writeblr (re)intro. If you’re new here, my name is Eran. I’m 20+, nonbinary (they/them, experimentally he/him), and not only is my sun in Virgo, so is my rising (heck). I’m from the pnw but I live in new england now, and if you ever see a key smash, I swear it was my cats. You can find out more about me here!
⊰ Let’s get some house keeping out of the way really quick! ⊱
➺ I interact from @calamityeden! If you see that username in your dms/ask box, it’s just me!
➺ Feel free to tag me in ask/tag games! I am open to them and happy to partake. I am slow, so please don’t mind if I take my time in responding! ; w ;
➺ Never hesitate to DM or sending my asks about my wips or inquire about my tag lists. I’m also always happy to just say hi! My dms/ask box is not a scary place, I swear! I am just a slow and somewhat distracted potato.
➺ This is a strictly 18+ writeblr. Please DNI with me if you are a minor and respect my boundaries.
Ok cook, now onto the more exciting stuff. 👀✨
✧ TAGS MASTERLIST ✧ there are others but these are the important ones!
➺ 📝 my writing (woo!)
➺ 💌 my graphics (double woo!)
➺ 😤 shoutout train (for amazing writers & writing!)
➺ 🎉 game train (for oc games/asks & answers!)
➺ 🎑 insp tag (general inspiration for wips)
➺ 💫 shut up eran (personal thoughts, rants about writing, etc)
➺ 📚 resource tag (!!)
➺ 💦 you should be writing (writing memes & silly things)
✧ So what do I write? ✧ I write queer NA/Adult crossover fantasy. Sometimes it’s space fantasy. Sometimes it’s urban fantasy. And sometimes I get really wild and do historical fantasy too. You can check out my main projects below for a better understanding of what I’m focused on at the moment!
In any and all of my works, you can be sure to find:
➺ Nonbinary and trans voices at the heart of the story.
➺ Polyamorous relationships in varying shades of platonic/romantic.
➺ Tall men who love their tiny lovers. Am I a size difference hoe? Yeah. Yep.
➺ Soft magic systems, celestial gods, sprawling series-long plots.
➺ Large queer diverse casts. I very rarely write anything that doesn’t have an ensemble cast involved.
✧ While I don’t often write explicit content into my projects, I am always happy to provide a list of potential tws for each of them. ✧ Very often I will explore complex topics and sensitive issues through the lens of my characters with a lot of nuance based on my own experiences (gender identity being a major one among others), and I will always mark anything I share appropriately if they are discussing or involving sensitive issues.
✧ Beneath is a list of my active projects I am projecting to work on through 2022-2023! ✧ Feel free to ask about any of them, or inquire about being added to their taglists!
✧ BIRTHRIGHT / ENCHANTED AT EVENTIDE. ⊰ Adult Soft Fantasy Series ⊱
In Adrien, the light of the sun is eternal, but there are whispers that once, it was not. The middle daughter of the last Lunar Celestials in the realm, Aurora spends her time avoiding would-be suitors and reading myths of lost moons and missing stars, wondering where the night has gone.
But when her eldest sibling goes missing, Aurora flees her home to find a way to bring Diana back - even if it means chasing fairytales off the edge of the world and into the unknown. The last thing she expects is the help of an arrogant planetary god, or to unravel the mysteries of Adrien's broken past only to find herself at the center of a prophecy forgotten by time itself.
Soon enough, what had once been Aurora’s quest to find Diana and bring them safely home becomes a journey that will decide the fate of all Adrien--and the rest of the shattered celestial realm of Tolemia too.
➺ WIP PAGE . ➺ WIP TAG . ➺ CAST PAGE (UC)
✧ HIS BODY A BROKEN LAW. ⊰ Nitty Gritty Urban Fantasy Duology ⊱
There’s a clock tattooed on Nemesis’s wrist, and when it reaches midnight on his 21st birthday, it will kill him.
It doesn’t help that his mother was the one who cursed him, and that the demon possessing his car ate her down to the bones before Nemesis could get her to break it. But Nemesis is nothing if not versatile, not when he’s only got a few months left until the big bad end. If a deal with the devil under the hood of his vintage car is what it takes to survive, Nemesis doesn’t mind selling what’s left of his soul.
But Judge doesn’t just want Nemesis’s soul. The demon has bigger, meaner plans than that, and he needs Nemesis’s help to see them through. After all, stealing the heart of a living city isn’t a one-man job, and for all Nemesis is cursed, he’s still the first True Witch in a generation. And with a centuries old turf war raging through the streets of the Veldt, Judge and Nemesis are going to need each other’s power if they hope to make it past every last exorcist, demon, and vengeful witch in their way―regardless of whether they can stand each other or not.
➺ WIP PAGE . ➺ WIP TAG . ➺ CAST PAGE (UC)
✧ CARVE THE STARS. ⊰ Neo 80′s Space Opera ⊱
Two hundred years after reaching the stars, it turns out that aliens are either dead, missing, or worse.
For Wren Akane, this is a fact of life that comes alongside the three golden rules: water is wet, the sky is red, and whatever came before left something behind. A mechanic of Terra-9, a backwater planet in the backdrop of a budding human nation set against a foreign set of stars, Wren doesn’t care much for the starward politics of the galaxy, but they certainly have something to say about the aliens everyone thinks are merely dead.
Unfortunately, Wren’s golden rules are shattered the moment Marek Khalid touches down on Terra-9 and challenges them to a race. A star pilot turned famous for coming back the lone survivor of the missing deep space mission of the century, Marek is nothing short of dangerous, but Wren never learned better than to play with fire when it came crawling to their door.
But being burned is the least of Wren’s worries when their life is turned upside down by an alien doorway in the desert opening again after a thousand years closed, and a sudden calling only they can hear. Drawn into an intergalactic war when their planet is sieged in search of something ancient and holy, Wren is forced to flee to the stars, where they learn that they may play a greater role in the universe than they’d ever asked for, and that now, they’re being called on to finish the job.
After all, Wren might not have won the war they started ten thousand years ago, but they’re nothing if not determined to end it once and for all.
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✧ PREY FOR THE WICKED. ⊰ Adult Dark Fantasy Trilogy ⊱
The only thing in all of Ossia that men fear more than monsters are the red-coated hunters that slay them.
That's none of Zara's concern. As long as their coin continues to line her pockets, they can continue cowering for the rest of their years. A Marchen, Zara's life is defined by hunting and killing the beasts of the world, whether undead or divine or some hideous corruption of both.
But when Zara is hired to find out what is eating wives in an ancient forest far to the north, she is forced to work alongside a necromancer to get to the bottom of the malady in the heart of the woods. The last thing she expects is to fall into a forgotten kingdom trapped in time, or have to make an uneasy truce with the cursed wolf-headed queen that rules it to find a way to kill the evil sleeping within.
➺ WIP PAGE . ➺ WIP TAG . ➺ CAST PAGE (UC)
And that’s all she wrote for now! Please feel free to reach out anytime hehe! 💝
#writeblr intro#writeblr#writing community#writing#HELLO!! new pinned post time!!#this was a BEAST to finish#but I'm pretty satisfied with it#I'll update the links under the wips once i get the cast pages set up#but for now! 👋👋#nice to get a new intro pinned finally
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THE HOUSE PARTY, Onyankopon.
synopsis: after long nights of studying & days of grueling tests, you needed an outlet to relax. you didn’t expect to do it with your crush though.
content: ony’s an alpha, college au, house party, sororities & fraternities, alcohol, explicit language, sexual tension, college ‘crush’ that’s rlly yo man, a smidge of fluff, & smut.
nys note: would you believe this was all inspired from the twitter link below… lol it’s giving ‘options’ remix for ony.
Midterms had finally come to an end and everyone on campus could finally take a deep breath. whether they passed or failed, they were all looking for an outlet to get school work off their mind. Including you. The first year of college has been an adjustment, juggling school and finally being on your own. exploring different sides of yourself, making friends and losing bonds that you thought would last forever. it could all pile up at times. plus the overwhelming tears were growing old, but you couldn’t deny that the main reason you seeked a party was because you wanted to see your lil ‘friend’ tonight too. midterms had the two of you so busy with little time to speak focused on nothing but your education. so you decided to join the scene with your girls.
The street of the apartment complex was full of people either just arriving, talking, smoking, or waiting to get behind that door of the house party. Thrumming of the speakers could be heard before even reaching the top of the stairs, the opening door pouring out clouded smoke soon as it opens. You and your group of friends navigate through the crowd. Each of your index fingers locked into eachothers belt loops so no one could get lost or pulled away without notice. The house dimmed and filled with ambient led lights. People of all different backgrounds crowded to each corner with either a cup, blunt, or some ass in their hands. Letting loose for the night and celebrating their time as a college student.
You and your group of 3 settled behind the enclosed circle of people dancing and catching ass. Finally happy with the view you had of everyone and the exits of the place, throwing back a couple shots and dancing to the music. Recording the whole moment on the camcorder your influencer bestie brought to vlog her stay. The content being provided to her back to back since the night began, and even more more since that whistle of the sorrors and frats began. The intro of ‘another nasty song’ oozing out of the speakers, groups of people surrounding the greeks as they lineup for their strolls.
The alphas happening to be right next to you and your friends, performing their stroll so perfectly. That black and old gold contrasting nicely against their skin. One alpha in particular catching your eyes. Onyankopon, your lil friend that you found yourself pinning over since you stepped onto campus. Nice chocolatey smooth skin, thick brows, full lips, and a small faded curly fro. Dimpled cheeks and pretty white teeth on display as he strolls, glancing over the surrounding people until they landed on you. Looking you over real good, biting down on his bottom lip between their signature words “Who You Wit?” Many of their seducing looks they give to their audience.
The dj transitioning into the throwbacks once the strolls were done. ‘party’ by beyoncé filling the room, as your favorite alpha towered over you. “okayy, friend! you lit huh?” you giggled, giving him a playful pat to the chest. “What’s goin’? Ain’t seen you in a minute.” acknowledging your nosy friends with a nod, busy whispering and betting on when y’all would cut the act. “Been out the way, y’all new jackets are nicee!” Toying with the zipper on his fraternities varsity jacket, looking himself over slightly with a smirk. “Preciatee it, preciatee it.. You look good too.” His monotone voice barely audible over the blasting music. Leaving you leaning in to hear his words best you could, “Huh? Couldn’t hear you.” just for ony to wrap his arm around your waist and bring you close, sexy voice speaking intently in your ear. “You look good as fuck right now.”
“Thank you.” whispering back shyly, all flustered and looking anywhere but his face. Refusing to fall into the trap of men, but the longer you two talked to each other the more you found yourself wanting him more. He was upperclass, only by a year but he was still very known around camp, and not bad looking in the least. Walking different girls to class, seducing woke with one look during his stroll, and always dressed to impress whether it’s chill or not. You wanted nothing to do with being another girl in his roster, but the two always seemed to gravitate towards each other.
Ony glanced behind him, scoping out the small space. “C’mere..” taking your hands in his and pulling you close to dance, swaying your body back and forth. Ony bending down to your height to whisper in your ear, “Missed you pretty girl.” His voice deep and smooth, traveling from your ear and straight to your core. “Looking and smelling all delicious tonight.” running his hands along your hips, admiring the slight fit your put on for the function. “Someone’s had a few, been partying good huh?” Dodging those little comments, trying your best to steer the convo but ony wasn’t having it. Not tonight. “This cool n’ all, I was really tryna be on sum chill tonight.”
“Really? after being tied down to class these past few weeks.” not convinced of anything but ony was persistent. “even after being tied down.”
Replying with a small hum, the tension between you was louder than the speakers in the room. Ony just staring at your pretty face without much to say, nerves leaving you rocking back and forth. “what..?”
“tryna follow me? need to talk to you.” Maybe it was the liquid courage but tonight you’d take your chances even if it was for one night only. So you let your friends know of your whereabouts, and followed him to his room.
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Walking around the space, taking it all in. Very neat, cozy, and smelled of mahogany teakwood. His desk area full of intricately placed papers and photos of his personal achievement, family, and friends. The click of the door and his voice pulls your mind away from the frames. “Why you keep playing?”
“We’ll your bold all of a sudden..” You huffed, typing away nervously at your phone. Randomly in your bestfriend message thread just to avoid those pretty brown eyes you always got so lost in. “M’serious. Why you playing games?”
“This got to be the liquor talking.” You chuckled, pushing your hair from in your face. “I don’t play games ony..” Finally meeting his eyes, arms crossed as the two of you went back and forth. “Mmcht, ain’t no need for liquid courage. This oblivious shit ain’t getting me where I need to be, and that’s with you.”
“There’s nothing oblivious here ony..” Trying to convince not only him but yourself. You couldn’t grow weak in the knees the first time he pressed your relationship, not when he could be filling your ear with anything he wants. “So you can tell me face to face that you don’t want me too..?” Voice sweet and sincere. His eyes darting nervously around your face waiting for your answer. Not one cocky or proud bone in his body that led you to believe he was feeding you bullshit for just another notch in his belt. All of those walls falling just enough to let him in, finally admitting to yourself that the attraction was mutual. “I c-can’t, cause I want you too.”
Ony takes a step forward, a small smile on his lips from your nervousness. Thumb lifting your chin to put that pretty face on display for him. Running the pad of his thumb along the soft skin of your face. “You know you my baby, lemme in that pretty mind of yours. So I can get to know all of you and make you mine.” and those words were sealed with the soft feeling of his lips on yours. A small peck that had you going back on every single word you meant to stand on. “You gone stay with me..?” Nodding your head with a soft smile. Ony pulling you in for yet another kiss, slipping his tongue in your mouth and intertwining it with yours. Swallowing the whimper you gave him when his strong hand collided with your ass. Kiss so hot and steamy that it lead you right into his bed, where you’ve wanted to be for as long as the two of you were friends.
“o-ohh my godd!” Moaning out loud as you wanted, every sound from his room drowned out by the thrumming speakers in the distance. House party still going strong whether he’d been occupied or not.
Lips red and swollen from how much you’ve been biting down hard on your lip while ony had you in doggy, taking his deep strokes. Moans falling constantly from your lips while your warm slick pooled around his pretty brown dick. Filling you up so full and caressing that sweet spot within, strong hips colliding with your ass as ony watches the recoil. “Mmm, damn that pussy feel so fucking good.” hand gripping at your fleshy hip, eyes focused on where the two of you were connected. listening to the beautiful sounds of his heavy balls slapping against your throbbing clit, and the gushing squelch of your pussy had him losing himself inside you. His moans and groans mixing with yours as he gave you every inch of that dick. “mh—ouu, shittt. mhmm.” voice shaking from that fast approaching nut he’d been holding out on. Wanting a few more out of you himself before he was finished with you.
“Yes onyy, you fuck me so good!” but after these few words from you, he found himself letting go. “Yea, you like this dick?” hips pistoning faster, pounding into you hard and steady leaving your eyes meeting the back of your skull. Wet two-toned pussy gripping him tight to suck him in deeper, as a strings of incoherent moans were exchanged between you too. “ima give you all the dick you want.” Angling his hips towards that spot that greeted him with a stream of squirt, drenching both your thighs and his pelvis. Dick barely staying inside from how wet you were for him. Pulling out and leaving hot streams of nut on your ass, panting and moaning as he came back to. That heavy feeling of something sitting atop of your ass never fading, “Your still hard..?” you questioned, looking back at him with your pretty fucked out face. Giving him that last push to have him standing at attention again.
“you thought i was done?” he chuckled, sinking back into you with a loud squelch.
#nys works.ᐟ ᥫ᭡#nys twitter linkss 🔗#black writers#aot smut#aot onyankopon#aot onyankopon smut#aot onyankopon x black y/n#aot onyankopon x black!reader#onyankopon x chubby reader#onyankopon x black y/n#onyankopon x black!reader#onyankopon x black reader smut#onyankapon smut#ony x black reader
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Pleasing and begging please...something with soft yan Vil....maybe specifically something about him protecting his darling from some particularly jealous and vindictive fans?
Warning: Yandere. Gender-neutral reader.
Characters: Vil Schoenheit.
Summary: When news finally got out that you, a common person, was dating the Vil Schoenheit, all hell seemed to break loose.
Note: Man, y'all really like soft yan Vil stuff, huh? Come get y'all food. This came out way longer than I thought it would. Oh, and it’s 1AM when I checked for mistakes, so sorry if there’s some I missed.
Vil hadn't meant for this to happen. All he had wanted was to have a nice serene dinner with you. It was at an exclusive restaurant on the highest floor, a space he rented so he could be entirely alone with you and there would be no one else to disturb you. While you were in awe at the sight of the city lights from clear glass windows from on high, he was distracted too. Not by the sight, oh no. There was something else, or rather someone else, far more beautiful right in front of him. Perhaps that was his mistake, distracted by admiring you with eyes filled with love, so entranced that he failed to notice the waiter by the door quietly snapping a photo of the two.
Everything was normal the next day. The quiet before the storm. Vil was busy with some filming, apparently landing a role in a highly anticipated movie. You were in a cafe, quietly relaxing with a magazine and on the cover was your very partner. As you sipped on your drink of choice, you listened in to the noises around you. People ordering coffees and overpriced macaroons, the ding! of the cash register, the chime of the bell above the entrance. When a lively little intro song came on, your eyes drifted to the source: the television.
The screen displayed a youthful looking woman, one that hosted those types of talk shows where they spoke about the hottest trends, conversed about the most dramatic of events, and discussed the most baseless of celebrity rumors. It's bright colors and loud volume immediately caught your eye. You decided to watch, taking another long sip of your beverage as the pretty hostess appeared in her chair.
"And the hottest story today, Vil Schoenheit was pictured last night, reportedly on a date!"
What.
The hostess laughed, sounding a little fake as she continued with a pearly white smile, "The leaker of the photo says that Vil seemed extremely close with this person he was with. Now who exactly is this mysterious stranger? Their identity was uncovered, revealed to be a person by the name of (Y/n) (L/n)!"
When an image of your face came on screen, you nearly spat out your drink as you choked, "What the fu–"
The sudden noise from you had caught the attention of others around you. Almost immediately their eyes widened, some looking at the image beside the talking host and back at your face. Others bold enough to take out their cameras and start recording or snapping photos.
It appeared that one of Vil's super fans was even there, judging by the pin with his face on their bag and the smell of the perfume he last did an advertisement for. This particular fan got close, too close as she clutched her phone, obviously recording. "Oh my god, it's you! Are you really dating Vil? Seriously?"
By now all eyes and lenses in the cafe were on you as you awkwardly stood and gathered your things. "I, uh... I-I have to go." Without looking back, you sped out the door, nearly certain that some were still curiously following you.
When you looked at the huge screens over the Main Street of downtown, you saw your face and Vil's. As you walked, you swore people were looking, a crowd must've been forming behind you like a horde of zombies. No matter where you went, you could hear the talking hostess on phones in people's hands and small televisions in display windows.
As you heard those strangers behind you call your name, you refused to look back. When you felt their touch on your shoulder or feel them tug on your shirt, you felt your anxiety spike. Ripping yourself out of their grip, you increased your speed to a jog and ran into the closest store you saw.
As you looked around for a way out, someplace to hide, you spotted some changing rooms in the corner. Before those pursuers could find you, you made a beeline for the changing rooms and swiftly closed the curtains behind you. Lifting your feet off the ground to avoid being seen at all, you curled up on the small chair and went completely silent upon hearing more people enter the store. Thankfully, the changing rooms were very well hidden, so you should be safe for now.
Not even a second later, your phone began ringing. At first you were tempted to decline the call, already fearing that somehow those crazy host shows had gotten a hold of your number. But when you saw the smiling photo of a certain blonde man you set as his contact image, you immediately swiped up to answer the FaceTime call.
Vil's frazzled and alarmed face appeared on the screen. Before you could even say a word, he spoke in a slightly panicked tone, "My dear, are you alright?! Where are you at this very moment? The chauffeur has picked me up and we're on our way right now." So he just found out too.
When you informed him of your location and what had happened upon finding out, he appeared horrified that you had to hide in a changing room. Distantly you could hear him frustratingly tell the chauffeur, "I don't want to be there soon, I need to be there now!"
Vil could see you were obviously scared, and who wouldn't be after literally being chased by his fans? So he remained on the line, whispering sweet words of comfort as he attempted to remain calm for you. After a moment, he spoke again, "I'm going through a tunnel soon. I'm going to hang up, but once we're through, I'll call right back, do you understand? Whatever you do, do not check your social media accounts."
He hung up. You checked your social media accounts. You could only hope it was a bad dream, but your name being number one trending and your face on the day's top article, was enough to inform you that it was not some dream. Just a quick scroll and you could see users critiquing your appearance, many haters but also supporters in the midst. Your direct messages had +99 over them, meaning some of these strangers had even tried to directly contact you. You didn't have to be a genius to know that many of them were going to be harsh and unnecessary insults.
By the time the limousine arrived, many people had already left, but there were still the stragglers left behind. Stragglers which immediately took notice of the limousine pulling up and the familiar star emerging. Vil ignored them all, no matter if they approached or not, and went straight to the changing rooms where he fetched you. Instantly he embraced you, glad to see you safe. But the embrace did not last long. After all, you were still in the public eye, being followed and all. As of now, his priority was escorting you home and then he would deal with this.
Placing an arm around you, he guided you towards the car. He kept his head held high, appearing indifferent past his round sunglasses. But you knew better. You were hidden by the jacket he had wrapped around you, which you used to hide your face. Judging by the bright flashes, paparazzi had arrived on the scene, likely given a tip by one of your pursuers from earlier. These paparazzi would no doubt follow you and Vil all the way home.
Your name on their tongues with their unfamiliar voices, the bright flashing lights, the bodies all around you trying to get closer, it all felt like too much. That was why you were grateful that Vil rushed to get you back to the limousine safe and sound, and immediately had the chauffeur drive off once you both were secure inside.
Once the car took off, Vil embraced you again, tighter and for much longer. For now, you felt safe. Vil clutched you firmly as he murmured, “I apologize... I truly am so sorry for what you’ve gone through because of me.” Then, his voice became angry as he pulled away, but still held you by the shoulders as he assured, “This is unacceptable! They ruined everything...! They frightened you, they meddled into our private affairs, all of it is unforgivable! Judging by the view of the leaked image, it had to have been a staff member at the restaurant we dined at last night. I’ll see to it that whoever did it is ruined, and the company shall recompense us in some way. For now... please, depend on me. I apologize again, but I’ll do my very best to make things right.”
The night he gets you your very favorite drink and food, in order to comfort you. Anything you ask for at that time, is basically yours. He’s just so frightened, not because of the breach in privacy but he’s terrified that this’ll make you want to leave. It’s why he dedicates almost all his time and effort into silencing nasty rumors and gossips, or at least trying to. It’s impossible to really silence it.
For the next few days, Vil sticks by your side like glue. If you don’t want to go anywhere, he stays beside you. If you allow it, he’ll take you to work with him. If and when you do go to work, he’ll demand a small staff and is very meticulous about how cameras are used. He’s sort of developed a small list of rules. No photographs of you without your permission, no speaking about the incident or news of the incident unless you bring it up, and be very very careful about what you say about his beloved.
Now everyone and their mom seems to know about you. Its a huge deal, and everyone is talking about it. Some discussed your looks, others like fans were enraged and jealous that you were dating Vil, and there were those that supported you and were sympathetic. Everyone had an opinion. Although you didn’t read them, you were avoiding social media for your own sanity.
When you were leaving an airport with Vil from a recent flight, that was thankfully private, the welcome was not so private. The news was still relatively fresh, with many still attempting to squeeze out any piece of information. You were welcomed by crowds of Vil fans and curious onlookers, with paparazzi and camera men in the mix. The clicks of cameras and the people’s shouts were deafening.
Vil had some guards that kept everyone else within an arm’s length away, but still, there were so many people... You clutched Vil’s arm tighter as he patted your knuckles with his other hand, noticing your distress and quickening his pace to get you to someplace you can relax.
Abruptly, you heard running footsteps. When you turned around, you were stunned to see a girl had somehow wormed her way past some of the guards and nearly lunged at you or Vil. You weren’t sure who she was aiming for, if she wanted to attack you or cling to Vil. Just before she could grab either you or him, she was yanked back by guards.
The blonde beside you appeared appalled and disgusted, but he never stopped moving. No, he only kept moving faster, letting airport security handle that one rabid fan as he continued to escort you to safety. But when he was finally behind closed doors, oh boy...
Vil was absolutely livid. His fingers ran over your hair, checking you over for injuries, and smoothing down the wrinkles in your outfit. All of his actions were gentle in contrast to his harsh tone and enraged expression. “How dare they try to touch you...?! Those disgusting no-good--– They have no right! Someone as lowly as them, would only sully you! Right now we need more guards! I cannot risk you getting hurt! Who knows what she would’ve done? From now on, you will be accompanied by an entourage of a dozen bodyguards. I will continue to stick by you and protect you. I’m sorry, my dear, you do not deserve to go through this. You only deserve the best.”
He gazed down at you through his lashes, his anger melting into regret. Damn it all, if only he had been more vigilant that night when the photograph was taken. If he had noticed, then none of this would be happening! “This will not break us apart, I will not allow it. You know I love you, despite all that’s happening and everything that is being said, right? I love you so much, so please be patient with me as I organize everything for your own wellbeing.”
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18 for everlasting trio (platonic or romantic, you decide)
i wrote this in like twenty minutes here u go
18. excitedly grabbing eachother’s hands during a concert, jumping up and down together | everlasting trio (platonic)
Tucker walked up to his friends that morning with a smug look on his face. “I got them,” he said, not needing to say anything more.
Danny’s eyes widened. “No fucking way! Really?”
Tucker nodded, smiling. “For real, dude.” He turned to Sam. “And I got a ticket for you too, Sammie, since it’s for Danny’s birthday and all.”
Sam crossed her arms. “What on earth are you referring to?”
Before Tucker could answer, Danny was bouncing up and down in her face, struggling to stay calm. “Olivia Rodrigo! We got tickets to see her! Oh my god, I could kiss you Tucker!”
His friend made a face. “Please don’t dude.”
While Danny was off the walls, Sam’s flat expression hardly lifted.
“If I must,” she said with an eye roll.
Danny’s arms wrapped around her and Tucker, bringing the trio into a tight circle. “Thanks guys, AH! I can't wait.”
He turned to Sam. “It's on Friday, so you have three days to learn her songs.”
“I won't, but okay.”
She didn't need it.
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“GUYS! You're walking so slow,” Danny complained as he waited at the entrance for his friends to catch up.
“I swear, if it wasn't his birthday he'd be in the thermos by now,” Tucker said to Sam as they walked towards him. When the two had come to his house, Danny had shoved identical concert tees into their hands then practically threw them out the door. His excitement was…aggressive.
The three bypassed the ticket scan, with Sam and Tucker trying desperately to keep eyes on Danny through the crowd. It wasn't hard actually - he was an eighteen year-old boy in a throng of thirteen year-old girls.
They found him at the merch booth, harassing the employee with more requests than they could keep up with. Sam’s eyes wandered towards a bundle of pins with different icons and lyrics written on them. They were admittedly cute.
“Hey Sam, you ready to go to our seats?” Tucker asked, with Danny behind him, arms full of new Official Olivia Rodrigo merchandise. She put the pack of pins back down and followed the boys to their seats. Her stomach turned at the amount of young girls in the audience and the amount of screaming she was about to be subjected to.
She was seated next to Tucker, who was in the middle between her and Danny. She was grateful for the barrier - she wasn't sure how much more of Danny’s energy she could handle.
The lights dimmed, and a loud cheer erupted from the crowd, causing Sam to wince. The speakers came to life with an intro and the air was thick with anticipation for the beloved pop star.
All of a sudden, she was on stage, belting out the words of her latest hit. Tucker felt his hand getting crushed and screaming from beside him. He was about to finally lose it on Danny, but realized it was coming from the other side of him.
Sam was screaming her head off, jumping up and down with the largest smile he'd ever seen on her face.
He was flabbergasted.
For the sake of the moment, he grabbed Danny’s hand and the three of them fully immersed themselves in the experience. By the end of the night, the three were voiceless, sweaty, and full of adrenaline from the excitement.
Walking out of the stadium, Tucker quickly excused himself. He came back a moment later and passed something into Sam’s hand.
“A pack of pins?” she asked.
Tucker grinned. “Only for Olivia’s biggest fan. Come on Sam, you know you don't have to hide that from us!”
She blushed. “What, I just learned a few songs, it's-”
The look Tucker gave her shut her up instantly.
“Fine. I might listen to her every now and then.”
She whipped her head around. “Wait, where’s Danny?”
On cue, he bounded over to them excitedly, sharpie writing all over his arms. “Guess what?! I just got so many girls’ numbers over there.”
“Really? Nice work, dude,” Tucker said, high fiving his friend.
Danny grinned. “Yeah! We're all going to the next fan meetup together! You should come, Sam, now that we know you're such a big fan!”
She shuddered.
“I'll stay in my closet, thank you. It's nice and dark in there.”
Tucker placed a hand on her shoulder. “Don't worry, your secret’s safe with us.”
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Son of Zmei | Fae AU | Nikto x F!Reader
A/N: Playing with @ghouljams ‘s Fae AU again, this time with my boy Nikto. This is just a bit of an intro to Nikto and his pet, our dear reader. We’ll get into what kind of creature Nikto is in the next part and how that plays into his personality. (I swear I’m working on the next BTL chapter, this fic is just on the side).
Warnings: Nikto being a bit of a creep. Reader gets knocked out lol. Nikto in this is similar to how he is in BtL, so kinda spoilers for that?
Series Masterlist: Here
CoD Masterlist: Here
Next Part
The little antiques and curiosities store you manage is quiet most days. The owner rarely visits, simply paying the bills from his comfortable home the next town over, leaving you to your own devices. So long as everything is kept clean and the newest items are properly displayed, the man doesn’t seem to care much for how you choose to keep yourself entertained throughout the day.
You sit behind the shop counter most days undisturbed, tapping away at your laptop that seems frightfully out of place in a room filled with such ancient items. You can’t complain, however, as the pay is reasonable and most of the work is simple admin duties. You’re more than content to spend your work hours browsing the internet for new and interesting supplies and chatting with the elderly ladies that visit you every Thursday.
Today is one such quiet day, with only the soft humming of the old lights hanging above you for company. Earlier, the nice lady who, for some reason, goes by the title “Witch”, had stopped by to talk to you about some sort of shop owner’s association being formed for the town. You thanked her for the consideration, informing her you didn’t actually own the store but would pass the word on to the owner. She had insisted that you drop by at some point, and you promised to consider it.
You were the one tasked with running the store, even if the building didn’t technically belong to you, so perhaps it would be nice to get to know some of the people working nearby. The Witch seemed nice enough anyway, and she was one of the few people who purchased things from the shop rather than simply browsing the items. It would only be polite to accept such a kind offer.
You’re drawn from your bored musing by the sound of the little bell above the door ringing, a figure moving into the entrance. As you push your laptop away from the main counter, you offer a bright greeting to the customer, straightening up to make it look as though you weren’t just leaning back in the chair, lazing about.
The customer, what you can only assume is a man given their massive stature, turns a pair of ice blue eyes on you. He doesn’t return the greeting, just staring at you for an uncomfortably long moment, before he approaches. He’s dressed head to toe in black fabrics, not even his face visible save for the small holes in a rather large mask where his intense gaze pins you in place.
Is this how you’re going to die? Murdered in broad daylight by a giant masked man? It seems likely given how the man is stomping toward you like a man on a mission, eyes not leaving your own.
“How can I help you?” It comes out a bit strained as you struggle to get your voice to crawl its way out of your throat, vocal cords frozen in fear. Even stopping a few feet from the desk you’re stood behind, the man towers over you, looking down on you like you’re a tiny gnat underfoot.
The man breathes out, the sound a strained rumbling noise like the growling of some sort of wild animal. You worry that he didn’t hear you, but a second later he finally speaks, “I have an order,” he growls. You weren’t expecting the deep, snarling voice and thick Russian accent that comes out of him, barely resisting the instinct to jump in surprise.
“Right,” you breathe, slightly relieved that this guy just appears to be here on business and not actually planning on stabbing you. “What name would the order be under?” you ask.
The man doesn’t appear to appreciate the question judging by the way the skin around his eyes crinkle slightly in distaste. He glares directly into your eyes as if your question is a riddle he needs to decipher. Eventually, he must find his answer because he finally answers you, “Nikto,” he grunts, “Son of Zmei.”
You battle to not furrow your brows at the rather odd name, knowing the people around this area are a little... quirky to say the least. To escape the awkward situation, you quickly dart into the storage room behind the counter where orders are stored for pick-up. There’s luckily only a single package, the name “Nikto” scribbled hastily across the top.
When you finally return, the man, Nikto, has begun browsing the items on display next to the counter. His head shoots up the moment he catches sight of you, observing you again in that strangely intense way of his, silently placing the object he had been inspecting back onto the shelf.
“Here you go,” you chirp, doing your best to plaster on a fake smile and not wilt under the man’s displeased look. He somehow manages to communicate a surprising amount of disgust with merely his eyes. You’re glad that the order was pre-paid, you’re not sure if you could handle trying to get money out of this man.
He picks up the box, tucking it under his arm with a firm nod. “Good,” his voice, dangerous and low, sends a shiver down your spine. You’re not sure if it’s a good or a bad shiver. You’re about to breathe a sigh of relief, when the man turns around again. “You,” he snaps, “come with me.”
You blink slowly at him, not entirely sure how to respond to being given a command like that. You awkwardly shuffle toward him, keeping a little bit of distance between the two of you. “Did you need something else?” you ask, cautiously.
Before you can blink, a hand shoots out and grabs your face in a painful grip, yanking you closer. You gasp and try to pull the man’s hand off of you, but his grip is far too firm. “you will do,” he hums, looking you up and down. You want to ask him what the hell he thinks he’s doing, but he forces you to lift your head further, staring deep into your frightened eyes. “Sleep now,” he rumbles.
The room tilts dangerously, or maybe that’s just you, your vision spinning. You vaguely recognise that the floor is rushing toward you, but before you can think much of it, everything turns black.
When light floods back all you can focus on is the terrible stabbing pain behind your eyes. You huff slightly, nosing your face deeper into the pillow under your head, reluctant to get out of bed while feeling so sore. You open your eyes you’re met with an unfamiliar sight.
The bed you’re currently resting in is not in fact a bed and this is decidedly not your room.
You’re lying on an old couch, a soft pillow shoved under your head to keep your head from being too strained, even if the sofa is far from comfortable. A thick blanket is wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you warm. The house was old, a frosty draft blowing through the room and leaving you with goosebumps despite the comforter.
You want to try and get up and explore the area. You don’t know where you are or who could be nearby, but your head is still spinning and everything seems to be cloudy. You hear the sound of heavy footfalls on the wooden floor and the door to the lounge room swings open. You try to scramble away from the man when he strides into the room.
“Who the hell are you?!” You nearly screech, almost slipping over when you try to get out from under the blanket, disorientated. “Where am I?”
Nikto, or at least you think he called himself that, just stares at you as if you’re the one asking strange questions. He seems to decide that ignoring you Is the best course of action and continues where he was walking previously.
You can't help staring slack jawed at the man as he just wanders past you and into the kitchen. After a moment of sitting in stunned silence, you cautiously rise from where you’re sat. You can’t recall how you actually got there, just a vague recollection of the man coming to the store and then nothing. The blanket is still curled around you, providing an extra layer of safety.
When you finally muster the courage to poke your head through the doorway leading to the kitchen. Nikto doesn’t seem to be paying you much attention and, after taking a deep breath, you tentatively ask, “Why am I here?”
“You are payment,” comes the disinterested answer, the man still keeping his back to you as he digs through one of the cabinets, “you agreed to this, no?” His voice is still firm and aggressive in its tone, but for a moment your fear leaves you, replaced by anger.
“No? Why would I agree to this?!” You snap, before you can think any better of it, “who the hell said I did?”
Nikto grows deathly still and, for a moment, you think you’ve angered him and your life may be forfeit. However, he lets out a deep breath, grumbling “this is... unfortunate...” under his breath. “Petrov is more of a coward than I anticipated.” You feel that statement was not for your ears as it’s mumbled softly under the man’s breath, but his voice is still loud enough for it to carry to you clearly.
Petrov, your employer. The friendly old man who owned the store you worked at. He had told this stranger that you had agreed to be some form of payment? “So, uh, this seems to be just a big misunderstanding,” your words draw the man’s attention back to you again, his displeased, blue eyes narrowing at you, “can I leave now?” Your voice has started to weaken under the intense stare, sounding more like a strained squeak than a proper question.
To your surprise, Nikto simply waves you off, “do as you please. We will deal with Petrov.” You genuinely weren’t expecting to be let go so easily, but this isn’t a situation you want to stick around to resolve and you certainly don’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth. Before you can move, however, he adds, “are you certain? The walk is long.”
“How far is it to town?” You slowly start moving away from the kitchen and toward what you assume is the front door.
The man thinks it over, growling out an eventual, “two hours, as the crow flies,” just as you reach the front door. “Take dog with you.” He says, opening the door for you, and before you can ask what he means you almost trip over a large, black canine sitting at the bottom of the front steps. It’s absolutely huge, looking more like a small bear than a dog and you would be intimidated if it weren’t for just how poofy the dog’s fluff is.
“Okay, uh, thanks?” You offer weakly, stepping around the dog. You’re not sure what else you can really say. ‘Thanks for not murdering me!’ ‘Please don’t go around kidnapping other people ‘cause that’s hella illegal!’ No, you don’t want to push your luck.
The man doesn’t bother replying, stepping back into his house and closing the door with a slam that makes you jump. You hope you don’t encounter that creep ever again, especially with the whole murderer-in-a-cabin-in-the-woods vibes he gives off in spades. You quickly start putting distance between yourself and the stranger, trying to ignore the massive dog padding after you.
Suffice to say, you’ll be handing in your letter of resignation first thing in the morning.
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Siren’s song (intro headcanons)
A new vampire moves in Forks and decides to change the narrative.
This is so self indulgent: reader is gender neutral, reader is a newborn vampire and owns a cat (mentioned once as Tina), is reader a bit of Mary sue/Garry Stu ? Maybe, it’s not very long but I wanted to post something before I had to concentrate on my final exams.
Siren’s song: A powerful ability that can charm any creature as well as nature (human, Vampire, werewolf, animals, plants) by singing. It is able to 'breath life' into things.
* At the same time Bella had to move to Forks, a new vampire appeared out of nowhere.
* The shapeshifters were furious and the Cullens had no idea how to approach you.
* On one hand, you were on their territory, as well as the wolves, surrounded by vulnerable humans.
* On the other, you literally moved in. Bought a house, lived in it, and haven’t proved agressive in any way.
* Alice had visions of you and Edward getting along, but he had no intentions of getting involved in this mess.
* But then you showed up at their high school.
* Since you and Bella were both the « new kids », you were able to bond pretty easily and become friends.
* She, of course, asked questions about you: Why were your eyes red? Why were you so cold? Why did you avoid sunlight.
* You pinned it all on a mysterious illness and Bella felt embarrassed about asking, but you assured her that she was allowed to ask questions.
* You became a bit of a duo, hanging out at the cafeteria, bookstores and even taking walks through the forest.
* And that’s when you started to feel followed.
* One look at your eyes made the Cullens understand that you were a newborn, and potentially very dangerous.
* Though, you seemed to have a lot of control over your thirst. Having no issues being around a lot of humans at once, let alone having the occasional physical contact with Bella.
* Today, Edward and Rosalie were tasked with following you around the woods. You were on their territory after all.
* Edward started to feel some sort of admiration for you. You felt so… human still. You were a loner, but seemed approachable.
* He could hear your thoughts clearly:
* « I hope there’s a big animal nearby. »
* « Should I buy Bella a friendship gift ? »
* « I need to get more food for Tina. »
* « Someone’s following me. »
* Edward had to grab and hold back Rose to keep her from getting spotted by you. She mentally cursed him off and both of them waited for you resume your hunt.
* But then, everything became blurry.
* They both remembered a voice, and woke up to two dead deers in the middle of the clearing, with you nowhere to be seen.
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I’ll write more if anyone is interested 🫧 I’ll also accept any requests related to this particular scenario (or even twilight in general)
Have a nice day 💜
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Nowen talkin bout bleach
Bleach TYBW ep26: I am utterly and completely flabbergasted (or what to do when hit by a curveball)
So, Bleach TYBW 2nd core is done. very nice. now about the episode : AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT?????HOOOOOOOOOOLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYY F****************************K!!!!!!!!! I have no words, I am almost entirely drained by this. I should have anticipated, that this would be a two-parter season finale as it was with the first season. But for some reason, it just never occurred to me. So upon watching the second episode release today, I just thought that it would be a nice little treat. To my surprise, it is insane and I can barely process anything at this point. Realistically, within the past three episodes we have seen what is essentially a beat down, a turnaround, another beatdown, an ACTUAL RESURECTION, another beatdown, A REVERSAL AND A FREAKING EXECUTION!!! And on top of it that is where they end it there!!! This isn't a cliffhanger, this is falling off a cliff when an arrow suddenly fires and pins your shirt collar to the cliffside, then you reach into your pocket and open a fortune cookie you already have and inside is a fortune that says "you will be rescued next year," I legitimately do not know where we can possibly go from here. I'm beginning to question everything I know. Im calling it now, Kon and Chair-sama are going to become the new Soul King, PUT IT ON THE BOOKS!!!!! Is this what it feels like to need a cigarette? God, this series is going to kill me.
Shinigami deaths: 19
Figures with seconds on the clock they'd get a few good hits in.
Quincy deaths: 20
Again I'm going by death portraits ( also can I even count him? I know he's not dead but still, how can he go further from there? That wasn't a beat down that was an ASS WHUPIN)
Spoilers below
Things I liked:
Lille just dropping his shrift right here. Since this is a brand new fight, it makes sense that it should be here. Plus, it'll make his fights later on that much more stakes heavy by showing just how nuts it is
I love Senjumaru's magic stuffing, but it leaves me with questions. The questions are thus. Is there a gift shop in the Royal palace? Do you think there are plush versions of squad 0 for sale in the Royal Palace gift shop? Do you think Ichigo or Rukia bought plush versions of squad zero in the Royal Palace gift shop?
People have a lot of praise for the bleach soundtrack, and I am no exception. But when you think about it there aren't really that many songs. If you don't count the intros and outros that they have, it's not a very varied playlist, but damn does "treachery" work here. I think I've heard it about 5 to 7 times this season, but it really does its work here setting the mood
I'm going to go into work on Monday and say quote, "Dead morning! Everybody, my buddies," just to see how people react
I forgot to mention it last episode, but Hikifune saying, "Now this is a squad zero fight," felt super appropriate there. But here it feels like thevringing of a bell for the second round
It's quick, but the Quincy royal guard (that is what I will call them because I will not use their real name) getting grabbed by the vines is fun for me. Also Pernida is upside down! Poor little guy!
They have their own little stages! How cute!
Senjumaru straight up b**** slapping Gerard. Need I say more? Yeah he reverses it quick but dang does it feel good in the moment.
I don't know if you can weaponize running away, but I think Askin can
I don't know if anyone realizes it, but the royal guard has not only their own Specialties that they can control at will (fabric,water,life,names), but they also have their own hado techniques. Love that this is shown here
Ichibe just flexing blüt out of his veins. Man is a monster
Okay now this parts going to be a little bit nutty because it has to do with not only the manga illustrations but also Ichimonji itself. There are versions of the Bleach Manga that have colored illustrations. People like it, but I think that's where it really takes away the meaning of Ichimonji. It's power is not only to control all things that are black, but it controls all things that are the color black. So when you read a manga which is in commonly black and white, that essentially means Ichibe has control over the entirety of black ink of the manga. And later on when he refills his bankai, and he gains control over all things that are white, it really benefits the Bleach Manga if it is in black and white. If you are going to read it, I feel that it is important to read it in black and white as this part really gives it a meta-narrative explanation of his powers. Anyway sorry for my sword autism, it's going to happen again
I love the foreshadowing about Gerard when we see his heart take up the majority of his chest. Brilliantly done
I got so used to seeing chubby hikifune that when I saw her go slim, I immediately knew oh crap she's on her last rope. Excellently done
Logically, it makes sense that for Squad zero if they die, power gets routed to whoever is remaining. Because if they are facing an attack from the front, if one of them dies, the others should become stronger to fight off the attack. Each of them are as strong as the 13 divisions combined so it would make sense that their bankai's would be so monumentally powerful that they would break reality. It reminds me of a more extreme version of genkei kaijo that shows up when grimmjow first attacks, where captains and lieutenants can't release their full power in the human world because it could damage things
Things I didn't like:
Okay I'm going to get this part out of the way first and foremost, so that way it's done. I did not expect an illustrated guide to Soul Reapers in this series. After the first season and not seeing it, it made sense to me that a lot of comedic elements would get cut since this is a serous part of the series. But seeing it come back after so long, felt so far out of left field that I had to pause it and leave the room. I figured that we just wouldn't get it, or it would be its own episode later on at the end. At most it would be a special feature on the Blu-ray if you buy it. It was like your dog running away and then coming back a year later unchanged and full of love for you. But, I can see why some people are complaining that it's here, especially when they left the story in its current state. Also I feel that if it's going to be back, then it needs to be fully animated . Now I understand when the majority of your budget is going towards the new fights and all the amazing stuff we've seen thus far, you can't afford it. But if they are bringing it back they need to do something more to make it feel special. I imagine that the majority of the cut comedic content from the series will show up here if they do it again. If you're one of the people who was complaining about cut jokes about Orihime's boobs, Rukia's butt, or Ishin talking about Rangiku sweating, I hope this appeases you.
I don't think we get to see where Uryu is during this fight until after Senjumaru does her bankai. I think he's currently having a panic attack because he literally just got his life saved by the thing that killed his mom.
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Here's my intro post thingy-
My name is Percival, but I'm cool with Percy or whatever nickname, they/he, 20 (yeah that's almost all in my bio too but shh)
Fandoms and things I draw/plan to draw
Minecraft (funny/neat moments and adventures of my oc and others on an smp I'm part of)
Spider-Man and Spiderverse, I'm gonna have a spidersona very soon that I'll be drawing a ton >:)
X-Files (new hyperfixation, I've taken a truly unhinged number of reference screenshots)
Star Trek TNG (another new hyperfixation, I'm obsessed with Data and Geordi, RIP my love Lieutenant Yar, she was my other fave but died in the last episode I watched)
Original Leverage (I only watched a lil redemption and didn't care for it all that much, but og Leverage has been my favorite show for over half my life now, expect ot3 art)
X-Men (once I've read more of the comics)
Potentially other marvel superheroes (but again, not until I've read more of their comics, it's a Thing with me, but I did love the goofy found family avengers tower fandom stuff before the mcu got so dark and depressing)
Star Wars (I like the prequels/clone wars era best)
MCR
Doctor Who (I'm not caught up on the latest few seasons and it's been a long time since I watched past the 10th doctor cause he and 9 are my faves, but expect some Doctor/Rose/Jack ship art at some point)
Jackass
Apothecaria
Potentially other fandoms I'm forgetting I'm in, or didn't add to the list, just whatever I'm into lately
Random non-fandom related references, the majority of what I've drawn so far is just random pictures of people on pinterest
(my references and tips board has 27 nicely organized sections and a total of over 1600 pins, feel free to dm me if you want the link!)
Pretty much any scene/shot from a movie or show I watch that makes me go "ooh I wanna draw that" and take a screenshot
I'm learning to draw cause I want to start creating comics! I drew a lot in middle school and am finally getting back into it. I was never that good back then, but I'm super happy with the progress I'm making since coming back to it >:D
I think entirely in words rather than pictures (I believe that's called aphantasia?), so until I've got A Lot more experience and have built up a better mental library and muscle memory, most things I draw will be with reference, but I'm slowly getting better at drawing from imagination!!
Tagging system-
#my art (self explanatory, I'll also have #my comics sometime down the line), #perc rambles (anything I post that's not art), #cool art (any art I reblog that's not mine), #comics (as in comics people have made, not like, comics fandom stuff), #spidersona (other people's sonas, I'll be tagging my own separately, probably as #spiderskate but I haven't decided), #tips and tricks, #pose reference, and if I draw for a fandom I'll tag said fandom. I'll have tags for various ocs I create, currently my only one is #benni enderman
I think that's everything! Thanks for checking out my blog, enjoy your time here :D
#my art isnt always good! and thats okay!#art is about having fun making something. process art not product art#that being said i feel like im already making lots of progress/improvement >:D#make art! share your art! its important because its yours! and i genuinely believe that!!! art is good for you!!!!!!#anyways heres all the tags mentioned in this post so you and i can find em faster and easier#my art#perc rambles#cool art#comics#spidersona#tips and tricks#pose reference#sorry if youre in a specific tag and see this out in the wild afsfgdgd#benni enderman
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Pokemon Moon – First Impressions // Review
WARNING: THIS POST WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS… also, not #Spon… I just love the game
I’ve been a Pokemon fan for most of my childhood as my first experience with the series was when my cousin lent me his copy of Pokemon Ruby for the Gameboy Advance and I was completely lost on how to play the game since the furthest I’ve ever been in the game is Rustboro City. Then I was given a game of my own… Pokemon Blue for the Gameboy Color and my brother and I had to share Pokemon Fire Red… which led to numerous of new games since we couldn’t agree on how we should progress.
I also own a copy of Pokemon Uranium (#BannedPokemonGame) and that game requires lots of patience because I’ve been playing for 4 days and I’m still on my 2nd badge.
And now we have the new game.
Pokemon Sun and Moon is the 7th instalment of the Pokemon franchise and the hype has been in the air since late February of 2016. As a Pokemon Fan myself, I’ve decided to pre-order the collector’s edition which came with not only the game but also a free poster, pin and a metal tin case of the game.
https://journalsofafangirl.files.wordpress.com/2016/11/img_5296.jpg?w=600
Due to real life commitments, I am only able to play the first few moments in the game but those few moments blew my mind as it is completely different to how its usually done.
And when I mean different, I mean it’s cinematic and it requires at least 5 – 10 minutes of your time.
============ WARNING… SPOILERS AHEAD!!! ============
The game starts with a video chat between the hero and Professor Kukui (yes, it’s no longer that fade in intro sequence) and generally, he just explains what Pokemon is but executed like it was a live video chat rather than how it’s done in the past. Then when you pick your avatar, it’s still the boy and girl option but you get to choose out of 4 options (for each gender)… mostly it’s the skin changing in colour.
But after the general stuff are the good bits.
The game starts 3 months before you arrive to the Alola Region where (which I assume is the Aether Foundation), you are introduced to Lillie who is running away from, what I guess, is the security. As she runs, she gets surrounded and escapes with the help of the smuggled Pokemon she has in her bag.
Then 3 months pass and you meet your mom…
Ok… I just need to ask, is the Hoenn Region the only region where the hero has both their mum and dad? Like seriously, when are we going to have a stop in these ‘Fatherless Protagonist’. And fan games don’t count since they are not canon (which sucks because I had a blast playing bits of Pokemon Uranium… and in that game, it was now a motherless protagonist + a devastated father).
Any who, your mom comes out with the normal Meowth and it goes to your room. It’s basically similar to the sequence done in Pokemon X & Y except the the Meowth belongs to your mom (finally, the parents own Pokemon… well, Ruby / Sapphire, the dad is a gym leader…).
The game isn’t joking when it meant ‘the game takes place 12 hours apart‘ because I was playing this game at around 2pm AEST and it was night time in game. You know when the beginning of you playing Pokemon starts at night? When you play the game at 8pm!
Unlike pass games where you need to go outside to meet the professor or you need to be in trouble to see the professor, the professor comes to your house and welcomes you. That’s right… no lab! (Well, you do live in a giant island). The professor and the mum have some nice bants and reminisce when you used to live in Kanto. You are then asked to go to the first town called Iki with the professor. As you walk, the professor tells you what you and you Pokemon can do.
The way you chose your Pokemon is also different because (to my understanding) there is a ritual done when it comes to picking Pokemon (but it’s not as weird/complex when you play Pokemon Uranium). The choosing of Pokemon requires to have the Kahuna so Kukui asks you to find him but as you search you spot Lillie.
You end up following her and ‘the smuggled Pokemon’ IS CUTE AF!!!!
It looks like a baby for pete sakes!!!
And like all babies, it gets into trouble as wild Spearows come to attack it (ooh just like in the Anime series).
But don’t worry, you both get saved by Tapu Koko. And the way you get saved… not gonna lie… looks similar to how Ash got saved during the first episode of Pokemon XY by Mega Blaziken.
Ok… mini rant, are they going to keep referencing the anime and past games or something? I know Red and Blue makes a return but is it going to be like TATINOF where the entire thing will be fully referencing past franchises and stuff?! I guess it’s to cater hardcore fans who’ve been playing the games for a long time that maybe now’s the time to put in those cheeky references.
Then after a bunch of text, you meet your Pokemon since the Kahuna arrives and the ‘ritual’ is basically if your Pokemon also likes you. This scared the crap out of me because I thought this means I need to pick a different starter (and playing new game over and over again).
What starter did I get? I got Popplio… I always get my water types!
Then after a bunch of text and my feelings being played, you meet Hau and this part… I swear they imitated Pokemon Uranium for this… because his partner is the Pokemon who’s type is WEAKER to the one you’ve chosen (same in Pokemon Uranium).
“Your rival, Theo, also receives one of these starter Pokémon from Professor Bamb’o. However, unlike the official Pokémon games where the rival always receives the starter with a type advantage, Theo’s starter always has a type disadvantage to the player’s starter”.
–Pokemon Uranium Wiki | Starter Pokemon
I know Pokemon Black and White had this as well but you’re mostly against Cherren throughout the main games rather than Bianca so I don’t think it counts. And in X and Y, you’re also mostly against your rival so there is no point as well.
When you return home, your mother sees your chosen Pokemon and compliments it and stuff. Then the text ‘the next day‘ comes and it’s in this part of the game where Kukui teaches you how to catch Pokemon (like usual) but what happens after is REALLY DIFFERENT as you now get 10 Pokeballs… TEN!!! And you also get 5 potions. You know how much I get in the past… 5 Pokeballs and no potions (or 1 potion).
He also tells you how you could heal up your team like your mum and Pokemon Centers and stuff like that.
And this is basically it for first impressions as everything else, it’s normal gameplay.
So what are my thoughts on the game so far?
I think that the way the introduction is executed is really different to how it’s done in the past. I also think that this game referenced stuff that I found really interesting. Also, the way you are introduced to one of the island guardians really early in the game is also interesting to see.
I think I will have a blast playing the game and I think you will too.
What I find disappointing thou is the fact that gyms and the elite four is no longer a feature in the game and just playing the demo, the island trials might be a bit boring/tedious due to it’s simplicity (but it’s supposed to be a kid’s game… and I’m 18… so who am I to judge).
The design is quite ok as well. It reminds me a bit when I played Pokemon Y in the past and I just see some potential in the game. Story wise based on the prologue scene, I’m really excited to uncover more of what the game has to offer. Like who are the island guardians, who is that cute baby Pokemon that Lillie smuggled (and I know who it is thanks to the game trailers + Poke-tubers)? Who was she running from?
I DON’T KNOW BUT IM EXCITED!!!
I’m currently just started playing but if I could rate my first impressions, I’d rate it 3/5. I think this game is worth a shot even if there are giant changes in it. I think old fans will have a blast playing it and new fans will enjoy this new reboot.
Pokemon Sun and Moon is out now so go get yourself a copy (and using my skills when I used to run @PhandomAus, cheapest is in Target for $49)
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tumblr etiquette 101
a list that is nowhere near exhaustive, from yours truly.
First off, welcome! Whether you’re a twitter veteran looking for anything but whatever twitter is, or a new user just done signing up, glad to see you in our ranks beloveds! Welcome home. Refer to this quick tour to make sure your fandom experience (or tumblr experience in general) is a positive one!
Disclaimer: I know it’s long, but please try to read or skim through til the end if you’re new here! This is by no means meant to be a rule book (for the most part lol), only a guide to help you get settled easier!
1) Your blog
This is where people will see and interact with you, so put some effort into it!
Try to choose a name (url) that’s simple. You can see it as your brand, it’s how people will perceive you and remember you. If you’d like to interact with other users here (and not use the site just for the content) it’s better to have something short and sweet, preferably without spaces. (Of course, these are only suggestions.) Rest assured, you can change it literally any time you want.
Have a theme. Utilize the tool that lets you edit your blog’s color or the font of your bio! You can make it match your profile picture, or your blog if it has a theme of its own. Make it feel homey :]
Fill in your bio. People will be checking out your profile probably more often than you think. Don’t leave it empty! Put in any information you’re comfortable with sharing and isn’t too personal (like your age if you’re a minor, or other TMI that can be found on other people’s carrds). It’s always better to add a name/nickname people can use to refer to you by, but feel free to use your blog description to shitpost still.
You can have an intro post. More often than not, you’ll see a blog have a pinned post, a post permanently appearing at the top of a blog until you pin another post or unpin it. You can make one of those, if you’d like to introduce yourself in more length, link any other socials or a carrd, and show others visiting your blog how you tag things so it’ll be easy for them to navigate. Not an obligation.
Keep your anonymity and your safety. It should go without saying, but there’s no harm in repeating it just in case. Your comfort, privacy and safety has the utmost importance. Don’t share any information you don’t want to. Don’t share your age if you’re a minor, or any other incredibly personal info. I’d encourage you to go by a nickname that’s not your real name, (blog name, your brand, remember?) since there’s safety in anonymity, and that’s lowkey one of the big deals of tumblr, but that’s up to you still.
Choose what you want to be visible. Your liked posts and who you follow are all things you can set to keep to yourself and hide from the publics eye, how handy! You should go through all the setting while you’re at it, set it to your comfort.
Side blogs are a thing. You can have multiple blogs that you can use for different things (see: different fandoms, art blog, etc) to keep them organized or away from your followers. Just remember that the replies and off-anon asks you send will be from your main blog, as well as where you follow other blogs from.
2) Interacting with others
You’ve set up your account, now comes the fun part!
Follow to your heart’s desire. If you care about others seeing who you follow, fear not! In tumblr, usually only two types of blogs keep their following visible to others: newbies, and big blogs using it to point people on other good blogs’ direction. Just turn it off, and go ham following people.
Customize your dashboard. Gonna mention just two things here: this is another reason why it’s really important that you follow blogs without sparing, your dash will collect dust otherwise; and you should turn off “best stuff first” in your dashboard settings, to have a better community here and all.
Follow tags. You can set it in your settings that posts with your followed tags appear on your dashboard.
You can check the og post for edits and context. When you see a reblogged post you don’t understand the context of (or don’t recognize the character in case of fanarts), click on the profile so it will take you to the original post. From there you can check the original poster’s tags to get the context, or see if there have been any edits made to the post, since when you edit a post it doesn’t update any past reblogs.
Send people asks... This is how you make mutuals, people! Do it off-anon if you’d like them to know your blog, or anon if you’d rather not! (You can still end your messages with a signature to show you’re the same person, -[name] is one example.) Send them nice messages, ask their opinion on something, discuss things, or just straight up shitpost lol. Go wild. The sky’s your limit and it’s definitely more than 280 characters.
...and let them ask you! You can set your preference in the settings, do it on desktop tumblr to access more settings tho! What you can customize on mobile is limited (like letting people ask you things anonymously, that’s only on desktop settings). In my personal opinion, it’s always better to tag their username (or a nickname you give them, if they’re a friend) on that post, since you wouldn’t want your interactions with your friends to get buried in your blog forever.
Comment on posts. If you have something to say but don’t want the post to appear on your blog you can add a comment. The owner of the post will get a notif for it, but for anyone else you need to tag them.
For the love of god, reblog. People will only see your liked posts if you have it visible to public and they specifically go on your blog to look at them. You like something? You reblog. It’s already hard for posts to circulate properly, if you don’t reblog them literally no one will see them. If not for anything do it for the artists. Just hold and drag on mobile to fast rb.
3) Your Posts
Finally here! Don’t be a lurker, post and engage!
Make use of “read more”. If your post is long, add it. That’s what you clicked on earlier to expand this post. On desktop leave an empty line and you’ll see three dots appear, and on mobile type :readmore: on that empty line.
Draft a post to come back to it later. Pretty self explanatory.
Queue your post. Whether it’s your own post or you’re reblogging, make use of the queue feature to a) not spam reblog and fill up the dashboard of people following you and b) keep your blog active while you’re gone. Mess around in the settings, it’s fairly easy to set up.
Schedule your post. Same as queueing, the only difference is you get to choose the exact time your post will go up. Handy if you want to schedule a post for certain dates like april fools, or 5 years in the future for some reason.
Format your texts. You can do all kinds of fancy stuff here (that’s a link, try pressing on it). Twitter doesn’t have this, make use of it. Changes depending on whether you’re on mobile or desktop. (Desktop has less features.)
Check your stats. If you’re trying to understand the algorithm better or want to look at some pretty graphs you can get your data on that on desktop tumblr.
@ people in comments. You’ll get all the notifs when people comment on your posts but they won’t see your reply unless you tag them in your message.
4) Tags, and tagging a post
This is where my earlier statement “this isn’t a rule book” stops being applicable. It’s not a war crime to go against these, I won’t come chasing you (don’t take my word for this) but you’ll work up a bad rep. Just saying lol.
Do NOT crosstag posts. It’s really tempting to add unrelated tags to increase your posts’ interaction, I know, but that’s not what tumblr is about. Don’t be a dick and make other communities’ experience worse for them.
Always tag your posts with “crit/critical/discourse/etc” if it calls for it. There’s no exceptions to it. This is the reason you see people migrating to tumblr. Let people enjoy things.
Don’t main tag a critical/negative post. If your crit post is about “Thing”, you add the “Thing critical” tag, but not the “Thing” tag. People block crit tags if they don’t want to see it, don’t shove it in their faces by main tagging it.
If you don’t want to see something, just block it. Another reason why people are able to survive on tumblr. You don’t start discourse, you don’t make call-outs, you block. You can find something for every community you can think of if you go looking for it. The worst of the worst probably won’t ever appear on your dash, but if you’re worried or feel the need for it, you know where the block button is.
Feel free to shitpost or ramble. More often than not you’ll see people rb a post with a comment, and their elaboration will be in the tags. The tags are only visible on your profile and the notifications of the owner of the og blog. Just a thing people do.
Reblog artists’ posts with nice comments in the tags! Commenting on a drawing is usually done through the tags (Not an obligation, again, just a thing people do. Feel free to add your comment on the rb itself if you’d want other people to see it tho!) and leave nice messages for the artists! It’s a win-win for everyone involved.
If you have more than a single follower, always use the common tw warning tags. You don’t need to tw everything, but tw’ing some common things is the bare minimum human decency. Keep it safe for others.
Tag a post “long post” if it’s really long. Pretty self explanatory. Don’t make people scroll through all that please lol.
You can use them to organize your blog. This is more of a pro tip, if you’d like to not miss a post in your blog, cause they will start pilin’ up soon enough.
#Liveblogging is pretty fun. If you’d like to talk to people during streams, don’t forget to add the relevant tags still! Again, you won’t show up on people’s dash otherwise.
Whew! That got out of hand. Hopefully I didn’t bore you too much. Check out blogs like @heritageposts and @hellsite-hall-of-fame to honor our past o7. @mcytblr-hall-of-fame too maybe :eyes:. Anyways, don’t forget the most important rule of them all:
Enjoy your stay! You’re meant to have fun on here while also making friends (if that’s your thing). Just be kind and respectful of others, you’ll get the hang of the rest! <3
#mcyttwt#mcytblr#dream team#dream smp#mcyt#dsmp#tumblr#how to tumblr#gonna tag ppl now so more users will see it lol#dreamwasteken#georgenotfound#karl jacobs#technoblade#sbi#twitter#twitter discourse#sbitwt#sleepytwt#sleepy bois inc#HOLY shit this took so long omg my back literally hurts rn#the fuckin lengths i go to make sure tumblr doesnt get tainted w twt LMAO#anyways if youre seeing this you should follow me look at how sexy i am i spent the last 2+ hours typing this goddamn list out#also: ignore how i literally sound like its 2014 at some parts here lol i tried my best#also ignore how wack the paragraph breaks are tumblrs formatting hates me and its 4 am im too tired for this#third also: some bits here are supposed to be ironic keep that in mind pls#rolan.txt#long post#save#yes im tagging my own post as save what about it
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧
PAIRINGS: Yandere! Fatgum x Female! Sidekick! Reader
CW: noncon, voyeurism, bell bulge, size kink, praise kink, breeding, cunninglingus, bondage, dumbification
AN: This is a piece for Fern’s 1k Event! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ! Read the intro and first piece before reading this one! Ty <3 P.S. the italicized quotes are Nighteye’s and reader prior convo
Gluttony: The Second Circle of Dante’s Inferno
“What I like about gluttony,' a bishop I knew used to say, 'is that it doesn't hurt anyone else.'”
You hadn’t the faith to believe him when he said it.
It was hard to call the exchanges that occurred between the two of you a conversation. More or less, he spoke the truth of your reality and you simply didn’t have the gall to question it.
The elevator he thrust you into was cold and unnerving despite the cheesy jazz music that thankfully filled the void of silence you were sure would have deafened you if it prolonged itself. It gave you time to think on his words, more so than you would have liked to.
“The flesh endures the storms of the present alone; the mind, those of the past and future as well as the present. Gluttony is a lust of the mind. It is a poison that is all-consuming of the senses.”
Gluttony was the next trial, so it seemed. Lord knows what lies ahead for you, leaving you foolishly clutching to the notion that this circle couldn’t possibly be worse than the last.
The abrupt halt to the elevator allows the gravity of the situation to sink in fully. The inescapable horror was creeping in through the crack in the door, especially when it opened to find a man waiting for you.
And what a man he was, standing at nearly eight feet.
“Just the gal I was lookin’ for! I was worried my favorite lil sidekick had run off right after quitin’ time.”
An enormous, gloved hand clapped down on your shoulder, lingering far longer than you would have liked.
“Follow me to my office, yeah? I got something I wanna discuss with ya.”
And just like that, the string of fate slipped around your neck like a noose and pulled you along down the empty hallway, save for you, the man, and the numerous amounts of plaques, awards, and other celebratory memorabilia decorating the agency halls.
Judging by the pictures you saw yourself in, you were a hero of sorts, working alongside the unnamed man and two others you had yet to meet. Hopefully, your paths would never cross.
Even inside his office, you could see the remnants of what your life would be in this circle of hell. Whoever was with you seemed to be very fond of you, given the number of photographs and newspaper clippings adorning his desk and walls of the office.
“Y’know, I’ve been thinking about you a lot, and not just your fantastic work as a hero. Been thinking about what a fine woman you’ve grown to be.”
Those large hands found your shoulders again, stroking and rubbing to set you at ease in his grasp.
“Strong.”
One dipped down to your waist.
“Sweet.”
The other onto your arm.
“Everything a man like me needs. You sure fill my appetite in more than one way.”
Finally, the rest on your hips, thumbing circles into the soft flesh he took purchase in there.
Ah, so this was the glutton in question.
“I’m not sure I’m following what you mean.”
Just play dumb, maybe this circle will have mercy on you.
“Oh, don’t play coy with me, honey. There’s no reason to get all shy on me; I promise I don’t bite-”
His hand slid up to your neck, resting comfortably while enveloping the entirety of it with just his palm.
“Unless you ask for it.”
The whisper in his voice sent shivers down your spine, leaving you frozen in his grasp. It was undeniable that you would never beat him, no matter what your power may be in this world. Hell, if you even had one, how certain were you that you could use it?
Your options were far and few between, but laying down and taking it like some pathetic little bitch was not going to be an option for you. Not here, not now.
The shrill sound of your own voice even hurt your own ears as you cried for help, thrashing wildly in the grip of the man.
Your cries for help should have been chosen more carefully, seeing as when your two apparent saviors sped into the room, they opted to help the man pin you down even further.
“Damn, she’s being a feisty little thing-”
“Fatgum, let go of her neck! You’re gonna hurt her.”
“S-Should we really be doing this?”
And so you were left bound against the top of the desk, shrouded in a swarth of tentacles pinning your legs open and your hands above your head.
“Thank you, boys. Didn’t realize she would cause such a stir.”
So Fatgum was his name, or so it appeared to be an alias of some sorts.
“Fatgum, please-”
His smile was sickeningly sweet as he towered over you.
“Awe, no need for formalities with me, sugar plum. Just call me Tai, yeah?”
The two other men stood beside you, watching their boss closely as he dealt with you.
“Curiosity is gluttony. To see is to devour.”
Damn that cursed man for sending you down here in that goddamn elevator. This journey alone made it nearly impossible to keep this strength to see your mother again alive.
“Tai, please. I don’t-” His hearty laugh cut you off. “Begging already, sugar? By the fight you put up, I’d almost thought you didn’t want me anymore.”
“I don’t!” You protested, squirming in your slimy bonds before they tightened uncomfortably around you.
“Don’t yell at him like that. It's unbecoming of you.”
The raven-haired man snapped at you, looking down with a blush seared across his face and up to his ears.
“Relax, Tamaki. She just needs a reminder of who she belongs, ain’t that right? But, he’s right, I can't have you mouthing off like that, now can I?”
Slipping his black mask off his eyes, Tai fastened it around your mouth and head, loosely gagging you.
“Yeah, you belong to us!”
It was the redhead’s turn to pipe up before Tai shushed the pair of men.
“Now, now, I know you’re fond of our sweet little sidekick here, but this?”
He clapped a hand over still clothed pussy, rubbing gently.
“This here is mine; you boys can’t have this. But you’re more than welcome to stay and watch as I indulge myself.”
You whined into the gag, looking at him with teary eyes as he ripped a hole in your bottoms and panties.
“Hey, hey, hey. No need for tears, honeybun. You're safe with me, okay? I’m gonna take such good care of my little sweetheart, don’t you worry about a thing.”
His large fingers stroked over your clit slowly and tenderly, kissing your salty tears away as he shushed you with praise and loving words. Thumbing your clit, he pushed his middle fingers into you at a slow pace, grinning softly when you bit back a moan.
“Come on now, girl. We wanna hear how good I’m makin’ ya feel, ain’t that right, boys?”
Their collective groans of pleasure gave you all the response you needed; those sick fucks were getting off on you being harassed by your boss.
His finger sped up in pace, making you squeal once he curled his finger in an upwards motion. “Can’t wait to hear what you’ll sound like on my cock, sweet girl. Gonna sing us a nice song?”
Another finger slipped in as his free hand pawed at your tits, fondling and groping as he finger fucked you a new sense of vigor.
“As much as I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart, I’m just itching to get inside you and feel that pretty cunt around me. You understand, don’t you? I just can’t help myself when it comes to you.”
His lips continued to litter your skin in kisses to your face, licking at the tears that fell from your eyes when he added a third finger into your tight, wet hole.
“Mhm, you won’t mind if I have a taste, do ya?”
You could only whine in response.
“Of course you don’t, my good girl never says no to me.”
A hot mouth sealed itself around your clit as three fingers pumped in and out of you steadily, hitting all the right spots repeatedly. You squealed and shook in your binds, feeling your orgasm approaching hard and fast with the aid of his tongue lapping and suckling at you.
“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?”
That was all you needed to feel yourself reach that blinding peak, sobbing and writhing as he rode out your ecstasy. His tongue continued to work at you far after you were finished, overestimating you without a care in the world. Your whines of protest fell on deaf ears as he just pulled your body closer to his face.
“Taste so good, sweetheart. I’ll stop when I’m finished with my meal, y’understand? This is my pussy, and I’ll do what I want with it.”
Leaving you twitching and sobbing, Tai finally pulled away and stood up, pulling his cock out and stroking it above you.
“Can’t wait to breed my pussy. Gonna make you my cute little cream puff.”
Both of his massive hands circled around you waist, pulling you flush against him as he sank all the way into your tight heat. The stretch of his girth was quite nearly unbearable as he pushed himself to the hilt inside of you, rubbing the small bulge in your belly with fondness while peering down at you.
“You feel so good, sweetheart. I knew you’d be so good for me. Yer takin’ me so well.”
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he slowly pulled out, leaving your legs twitching wildly when his thumb found its way back to your clit before he sank back in all the way. You could snark about how courteous it was of him to allow you to adjust, but the thread of consciousness was hard to grasp onto as he completely dominated your mind with numbing pleasure.
“You were made to take my cock, sweet thing. Let me give you a treat for bein’ so obedient for me.”
His praise went straight to your gut, as much as you hated to admit it, leaving you feeling pliable and soft under his demanding touch. Those hands around your waist pulled at your body, bringing you back and forth on his cock like you were a goddamn fleshlight.
“Ah, ” he grunted. “I don't think I can hold back much longer; you’ll let me be selfish, won’t ya?”
With that, all sense of tenderness and gentleness was thrown out the window as he picked you up from the desk, holding you against his chest as he jackhammered into you with an impossible pace of his hips.
“Shit! Squeezing me so tight, bein’ such a good little fucktoy for me.”
The sounds of skin slapping and the collective sounds of pleasure rang heavy in the room as he used and abused your throbbing pussy, feeling his grip on you tighten when he was reaching his own high.
“Fuck! I’m gonna cum, gonna stuff my pussy nice and full!”
The bulge on your stomach grew even more as he came, stuffing you to the hilt with his cum and his cock. Ropes of it leaked out of your hole, even as he stayed inside you, panting and kissing at your sweaty forehead.
“Gave ‘em a good show, didn’t we, sweetheart? Say thank you, boys.”
Their thanks were mumbled out as they too had exhausted themselves just from the display of your pleasure. Tamaki’s tentacles retracted themselves from you, allowing you to stretch and return feeling to your arms and legs.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen, sweetheart. We’re - hey, are you with me? I’m gonna clean you up and take you back home with me, okay? No more hero nonsense for you, ya hear me? All you need to do from now on is stay home and keep that pussy warm for me.”
Like hell you were going to stay for another damned second in this realm, not after being violated so horrifically.
“O-Okay.”
Play it cool, play it cool.
“Let me go to the bathroom, then.” You swallowed, hoping to fool the men. “A-And I’ll get my change of clothes and we can go home.”
You didn’t wait for a response, hobbling out of the office before making a break down the hall for the elevator. Their shouts echoed off the hallway walls as you ran with all your strength left back into the safety of the elevator, leaving them running after you before the door shut on them.
“Gluttony is a great fault; but we do not necessarily dislike a glutton. We only dislike the glutton when he becomes a gourmet-that is, we only dislike him when he not only wants the best for himself, but knows what is best for other people.”
— tagging: @sightoru @anarchicmartyr @natsuonii @whumperooni @viixens @lunar-nebula @trafalgar-temptress
#yandere fatgum x reader#yandere fatgum#fatgum x reader#fatgum#yandere mha#yandere bnha#yandere my hero academia#yandere boku no hero academia
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This is the post I was working on that I accidentally sent privately before I’d finished it, LOL. Thanks @imorahtarm107 for sending it back after what must have been a confusing request.
CONT: Rebecca Sugar has spoken before about how much they dislike the statement by press that Bubbline only became “canon” in the finale, because Sugar and Muto were working on that pairing all the way back in s3, those characters have been canonically queer the whole time. It’s not some novelty thing that was canonized at the very end just because everyone else was doing it, or that the characters were only queer and dating if they got to kiss on the mouth!
So yeah, I was a bit salty abouta few things. I mostly thought that season 10 had been underwhelming compared to the spectacular seasons 7 to 9. Honestly, I still stand by that opinion because those seasons were really good.
I felt that there were some other things missing from s10, but some of those got followed up either in the finale or in Obsidian, albeit less in depth than I’d have liked (primarily the fallout to Elements on the side of the Elementals themselves - I thought this was only appropriate considering what happened in Jellybeans Have Power. Are they not terrified of themselves? What are the long term consequences of that takeover, if any? It seems much bigger than the stuff with the Lich that barely anyone knew about.)
HOW MY THOUGHTS HAVE CHANGED
Well, honestly? Just hearing more from the crew about the problems they faced on CN, not just the AT crew but also Rebecca Sugar with SU, it clears SO much up.
Kent Osborne said to Ghostshrimp in a podcast that, even though they knew the show was ending, the team had no idea how many episodes they had left! Unlike the earlier seasons where CN just made block orders of 52 eps, it seems like from s6 onwards, things were far less stable. CN no longer ordered consistent season lengths. I’m not sure if they instead ordered blocks of eps, or if they gave the crew a flexible budget to work from, like Legend of Korra had.
From my observations and theories, the reason seasons 7 to 9 have so many miniseries is possibly because Adam Muto was using those as a way to appeal to what CN wanted out of Adventure Time, and therefore, to prolong the lifespan of the show. It worked really well as both standalone miniseries and as episodes of the show. Olivia Olsen commented that there were many times they thought they were on the last season but it turned out they weren’t.
Adam Muto pitched the first eps of Distant Lands originally as miniseries to “extend” season 10. He was probably hoping he would be successful!
Unfortunately, this time he was not successful, and Kent Osborne said that the crew were taken off guard by Come Along With Me being their last ep. When they started work on it, they thought it was a special in the middle of what could be a longer season. Kent even believed they would’ve had another 26 eps left. Adam had to beg for an extra couple of months so they could figure out how they could turn what would have been a gumbald special (whatever that would have entailed) into a finale for the entire show!
Watching Come Along With Me with the knowledge that the crew were taken so off guard changes entirely what I think of it, because what originally seemed like lazy rush jobs - Simon turning back but not having any time as himself, the ep havingt so much going on, the conflict between Bonnie and Gumbald being a bit empty - now feels like the best possible outcome!! How on earth did they make Come Along With Me as good as it was?? They gave so many characters good moments, they had the whole thematic resolution to the land of Ooo and the themes of the world going in circles but nothing staying the exact same, they paid respects to Finn’s growth, and had the outro as the finale song while showing life goes on!
Now that I’ve had so long to process exactly what happened in the ep, I greatly appreciate so many scenes that I previously overlooked or dismissed. The intro sections by Steve and Tom are brilliant at building up tension, which is part of why the second section feels so jarring. However, the dream sequence is so funny, with interesting imagery that it’s still nice to pick apart. Jake gets to be a good brother, Finn gets to battle Fern, and you have that chilling swapperoo epiphany with Gumbald and PB. The scene where they’re all on the beach is so cathartic.
Then the second half of the special is just intense start to finish - everyone working together at the culmination of their character arcs, to take down GOLB! Until the power of a little robot’s song turns out to be the best tool of holding it back, and Betty performs the ultimate sacrifice for her mistakes with a smile on her face. So good.
The ending scenes with Finn and the treehouse, Shermy and Beth, the music hole, those are a thematic conclusion to the show.
So, yeah, it did a great job. To an extent it’s better enjoyed if you pick it apart than if you watch it all at once, since it’s unfortunately not as hard-hitting as a lot of the single 11-minute eps of Adventure Time, including the previous season finale Three Buckets. However it absolutely does its job.
As for Bubbline, well... Adam was trying to get the show extended, and if anyone looks at the twitter comment I currently have as my pinned post, then you’ll understand that there’s no way PB and Marcy could have kissed or made their relationship undeniably explicit unless it was the very end of the show :/
Adam said himself that he didn’t see it as much his fight to battle the decisions of execs as Rebecca did. And while that hurts, it makes sense - he was the owner of someone else’s show that is a smorgas board of a large number of people’s ideas, whereas Rebecca was the owner of their own show and felt that if they weren’t able to express themself in their own show, Sugar was willing to completely take down SU. And that actually happened - Steven Universe got cancelled immediately!!! Adam was not prepared to do that with AT, especally when CN were already talking about cancelling it.
The good news is he didn’t give up on having PB and Marcy’s relationship be at least fairly clear, especially s7 onwards. I don’t know what happened behind the scenes, but it’s likely a number of the crew members taken on at that time found it important to press for Bubbline, and Adam decidedly agreed. If someone other than him had taken over as showrunner, or even if Pen stayed in charge (he supported it but didn’t want to be wrapped in controversy), I wonder if they’d have never interacted after What Was Missing :/
So yeah, with that in mind, as annoying as Marcy and Hunson still is, I can forgive the crew for doing a finale kiss. Rather, I can really thank Hanna K for pressing for one - she knows how important it was to at least confirm what people had expected, without a retroactive tumblr post ala Korrasami.
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「H-el-ical// STUDIO LIVE - Introduction of “Story"」 Live Commentary
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Ohhhh! Love the set-up of the studio. Kinda reminds me of those First-Take videos, very understated but still sophisticated. Her all-white outfit looks fabulous.
Wish we would have actually gotten a live performance of “prologue” but it worked nicely as an intro. “diary” is better than expected. "I am me” is pretty badass, love seeing her perform it live. Wish we could have gotten the chance to see her perform it together with a proper band. During the first talk session Hikaru explains that this is a concept story that tells a proper story. In the latest fan club issue, you can find detailed selfliner notes that explain the meaning of each song. In short, “prologue” is meant to potray the hazy and dreamlike feeling of just waking up. “diary” is about coming across something by chance that completely changes your life. “I am me” is from the point of view of a confident and stubborn teen who takes life head on.
She skips “awake” and goes straight to “midnight” which is about falling asleep with a troubled mind. When you are struggling hard and feel like there is no way out of despair, you hope for things to become bettter. It portrays that sort of sad feeing. I was unnecessarily harsh to this song when it was first released, I honestly love it.
Oh wow, the next song is very unexpected. Hikaru is singing “clea-rly-”, thought she would stick to songs from the album. This reminds me that I have barely listened to this track. It’s better than I remember. Everyone is so happy to finally hear it live. Hikaru says it is a yandere song which perfectly fits her :P She was excited to perform it with a band but alas that wasn’t meant to be. She also discusses that now that she has become a solo artist she sings a lot more vibrato, something that she hasn’t really done a lot during her Kalafina days. "clea-rly-” leads to “drizzle” which is a great transition. The theme is similar to “midnight” but it is a lot darker. Btw, she encourages everyone to press the LIKE button on her video so if you haven’t done that yet, please do so!
Next up is “Angel” which is about the compassion and love you feel towards something precious. She is struggling quite a bit with some of those high notes here, not the most flattering song for her unfortunately. She improved a lot in “生 -SAY-“, solid performance!
On a side note, they just confirmed the new release date for H-el-ical//’s 4th Single “JUST DO IT”. It’s scheduled to be released on January 26, 2022! Further details will be announced at a later date!
We also get to hear “The Sacred Torch”! YAY! Makes sense of course since it has just been released.
Hikaru explains how the board game works. The cards contain words (lyrics) which you spread on the table. Then you play a song from the album and the players need to find cards that match the lyrics. The more cards you find the more points you will get. After a few songs have been played you can determine a winner. The words on the cards are pretty general so you can play the game with almost every kind of Japanese song.
Final song is “TSUMUGU”. Will I ever get tired of the lalalas? Not likely :P
Overall, this was a lot of fun!! Not the best vocals but hey, I didn’t expect too much from a studio live. Don’t forget to LIKE her video and SUBSCRIBE to her channel! You can also still send money so if you have the means, please consider supporting Hikaru!
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u guessed it. ponk anon with a ponk prompt. i know No Variety. anyway mercenary squad tickle fight mayhaps? no pressure tho man <3 /gen
Little Grape
summary: punz and purpled are pushing each others buttons, and ponk tries to take the role of a mediator. keyword: "tries."
a/n: this is just like All tickles bc im too lazy to write a proper intro LOL but i hope u enjoy!!
warnings: swearing, pinning down
w/c: 1.1k
DSMP, Platonic
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Yelling and a side of loud laughter filled the house. Ponk sighed, listening to what he assumed was Punz and Purpled fighting again. He closed his book and shook his head, unable to hold back a small chortle at his friends’ loud situation.
This was a normal occurrence, those two always pushed each other’s buttons, doing whatever it took to piss the other off. Brother-like behavior most would say. The doctor got up and headed to the living room to see what the ruckus was about this time.
He stood at the entrance of the doorway, chuckling softly to himself at the sight.
“Puhuhurp- stohahAHAP!” The blonde cackled, feeling mischievous fingers crawl up his side.
“Good suggestion! Don’t care, though!” Purpled sniggered, finding the soft spot of the man’s stomach. “I personally think you deserve this for being so annoying today. It’ll tire you out! You should be thanking me right now, honestly.”
“What did you do now, Punz?” Ponk crossed his arms, standing a good distance from the two. “N- NOHOTHING! I SWEHEAR!”
The man hummed, not believing that statement. “Purpled, what did he do?” He questioned, looking at the alien. “He wouldn’t stop calling me a little grape, it was getting so fuckin’ annoying!”
Ponk put his hand over his mouth, stifling a laugh. So this is what they were fighting about now?
“I don’t think that’s fair to kill him, Purpled! Words before actions, bud.” Ponk smiled, Purpled standing up to face him. Punz gave a sigh of relief, using the break to catch his breath on the floor.
“Well, he never listens! I’m not a little grape, I'm a man!” Purpled’s voice squeaked, Ponk slapping his hand over his mouth yet again to stifle a laugh. “What’s so funny, huh? Y’think I’m funny?” The alien put his hands on his hips, raising an eyebrow.
This boy is so incredibly sassy.
Small giggles consumed Ponk, covering his face as he couldn’t stop the flow of laughter pouring out of him. Purpled smirked, having a new plan.
“Yeah, Ponk?~ Where did all the enthusi-aHAHSM- PUHuhunz!” The boy’s antennae perked up, his body falling back into the other mercenary as he kneaded his digits into his lower ribs.
“Whaaat? Keep sassin’ him, see where that takes you, little grape.” Punz raised an eyebrow, prodding his big hands into Purpled’s waist, earning a high-pitched shriek. “Oh? What, you didn’t forget about me, did you?~”
“SHUHUT UP! Y- Yohohou suhuck!” The alien squealed, kicking his legs out. “Oh, Purpled! Where did all of your enthusiasm go, hmmm?” Ponk grinned, slowly approaching the boy with wiggly fingers.
“GEHET AWAY! PUHUNZ MAHAKE HIM STOHOHAHAP!” Purpled frantically tried to squirm out of the other blonde’s grip, not wanting to face the wrath of Ponk’s tickles. “Why should I? You were the one talking mad shit, I think you deserve it.” Punz shrugged, wiggling his fingers gently between the grooves of his ribs.
The moment Purpled squeezed his eyes shut, he felt another pair of fingers gently vibrate into his stomach. The hysterical shriek it produced made both ticklers stop for a moment and chuckle. “Bad spot, lil' plum?~” Ponk grinned at him, starting to slowly scribble his nails on the sides of Purpled’s belly, making the same frantic giggles start up again.
“Oh? Does somebody have a ticklish tummy?~ D’awwww…” Punz cooed, grazing his fingers along his ribs. Purpled noticed the grip they had on him loosened up, as both the older ones assumed the boy was ‘tickled out.’ That was definitely not the case.
“Aha!” The alien moved his hands behind him, latching it on to whatever he could reach; which happened to be Punz’s side. “SHIHIT! Nohot agahain!” Punz fell back, tripping as Purpled practically tackled the other mercenary to the ground.
“Need some help there, bud?” Ponk asked, only to get an instant nod. He smiled, getting on the ground next to Punz and reeling in his wrists to hold them above his head. The grip was firm, but definitely not firm enough to keep Punz completely stuck. It was still possible to escape, but Punz truly didn’t want to. He was having fun.
“Guhuhuys… y- you dohont haHAHAVE TOHOHO-! PUHUHURP!” The man screeched, cold and nimble fingers sneaking up his hoodie to relentlessly squeeze at his lower waist. “We really do, though! You deserve this after torturing me, asshole,” Purpled wheezed, going for a sweet spot right underneath his belly button.
The screamy laughter it produced was quite entertaining, the poor mercenary’s body going completely limp with the sudden overly-ticklish sensation wracking through it. Ponk, feeling bad for the predicament he put Punz in, decided to let go of his wrists and sit back to watch.
Punz’s hands immediately shot down, lunging at Purpled to wrestle him. “WAIT! Shohouldn’t we gehet Ponk?” Purpled giggled nervously, as Punz was currently straddling him. Punz smiled, giving the boy a nod. “Finally a smart choice from you!” He teased, earning a playful shove back.
Both blondes glared at the other, both of them clad with evil smiles and definitely not good intentions.
“Uh oh…”
“Uh oh is right, Ponkie!~” Punz lunged at the man and wrestled him to the floor, immediately finding his thighs and gently squeezing. “NOHOhohoho! Quihit ihit!” Ponk’s laughter was breathy but squeaky, if you could describe it in one word it would be ‘happy’.
“'Quit it'? Damn, what is with you guys and bad ideas?!” Purpled teased, sitting next to Ponk and gently digging his fingers into the doctor’s upper ribs. “Ooh, little grape! Go for his waist, trust me.” Punz smiled at Purpled annoyed groan at the nickname, but he complied as he cautiously danced a few fingers over Ponk’s waist.
“PUHUHUHURPLEHED!” Ponk screeched, Purpled giggling at his friend’s reaction. “I’m barely even touching you, dude! Holy shit, this is so good!” The alien laughed with Ponk, digging in a little bit more to earn another shriek.
“Ponk, in all seriousness- I love your laugh. It’s such a nice sound!~” Punz smiled, kneading his fingers into the muscles on his thighs. “SHUHUHUSH! ENOHOUGH YOU TWOHO!” Ponk’s laughter was filled with mostly squeaks, indicating that he was getting tired.
The two mercenaries let up, sitting by their friend. “So, this all started by me calling you a little grape?” Punz grinned at Purpled, the boy furrowing his eyebrows. “Maybe I should start calling you ‘little bitch’ and see how you like it!”
“Guhuys!” Ponk giggled, unsure if he was still giggling from the tickles or if he was giggling at his friends' antics.
“Punz started it!”
“Purpled…”
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WITH LOVE, THE GOSTS | Julie and The Phantoms - Part Three
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Author’s Note: I decided that this fic trilogy occurs a year after the season one final, making Julie and Y/N almost (or already) 17. Also… this part turned out waaay longer than expected. Which is why there is going to be a fourth part because I have one last idea but didn’t want to rush to write it. And to think this all started because of a rushed (haha) 1k Oneshot. I should really start to write more spontaneously, it seems like good things come out of it. Anyway, Enjoy! :D
Songs mentioned in this chapter (in this order):
Now or Never & Wake Up by JaTP | Don't Stop Me Now by Queen | Rude by MAGIC! | Don’t Laugh At Me by Mark Wills | Don’t You Worry ’Bout a Thing by Tori Kelly | Still Learning by Halsey | Ayo Technology by 50 Cent | My version of My Name Is Luke by Trevor Wilson | Let’s Forget About It by Lisa Loeb | Let's Just Get Naked Lyrics by Joan Osborne | Hey by Pixies
word count: ~ 3.9k
summary: Even after meeting the boys they still aren’t tired of helping you out and they each have their own little ways to do it.
warnings: // (english is not my first language, not beta-read)
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Knowing that ghosts existed was an absurd feeling (even though you had always believed or hoped that there was more out there than just this world, especially with all those planets that had been discovered by NASA), but knowing that there were three certain ghosts that liked you enough to kindly haunt you, well… that was just plain unimaginable somehow. Yet, still less anxiety awakening than you expected.
After Julie let you meet the guys for the first time you thought you were prepared to accept that you would not be able to talk to them unless they played something (after all, you had Flynn to groan about that), but the occasional giggle from Julie and her glances into nothing still sent chills down your spine.
So you started to always look around very suspiciously whenever you were over at her house and make obscene hand movements just to be sure that the boys would move before you walked somewhere or sat down (which just earned chuckles from Flynn and annoyed sighs from Julie - “Just because you can’t see them, doesn’t mean they can’t see you. They know where you are, so please stop, or else my dad will call your parents and send you to Dr Turner as well.” The boys found it hilarious and liked to imitate you whenever they came too close to you.)
The boys also still kept doing little things for you, just not so in secret anymore (though… Reggie was never one for subtlety). Whenever you seemed to have had a bad day (or whenever they just wanted to make you smile) you knew you could count on them having something prepared for you.
You soon discovered that anything related to food (which sometimes were extremely odd and bizarre combinations) was Luke’s doing (except for pizza and meatballs, according to Julie that was always Reggie). And you knew it was Alex whenever it was something more calm and soothing, yet sometimes a little bit clumsy. And whenever it was blatantly obvious and/or slightly weird (in a good way!) it was Reggie.
Well, no. Not always in a good way. One time you came back from school and your whole room was filled with glitter and butterflies and a small note with a little ‘Sorry!’ on it was pinned to your desk - cleaning that had been a pain in the a-. But you couldn’t be angry at Reggie, even though you weren’t quite sure what his ultimate goal would have been.
Speaking of REGGIE...
All those helpful little deeds and nice gestures were always done within the limits of your house (mostly room) or Julie’s house and the studio, which is why you almost let out a loud yelp when suddenly during a math test your pen started to move on his own, filling out the empty space (because yes, you hadn’t been doing very much other than staring helplessly at the paper in front of you). Quickly you grabbed the pen as well (loosely and while trying to ignore the fact that you were practically holding hands with one of the guys) so that nobody would see a floating pen as you did a few weeks ago at Christmas.
From the corners of your eyes, you saw Julie slightly move her head towards you, as if she was listening to you - or rather someone right beside or behind you. ‘Of course. I can’t see them, so the only way to help me is by physically grabbing the pen, but Julie can hear and see them, so they (whoever this is - because let’s be honest, none of the guys really looks like a math genius) only have to tell her the corrects solutions and how to get there. My money’s on Alex.’
You were kind of shocked, and weirdly proud when Julie came up to you after class and said: “Reggie’s not so questionable after all, huh?” (Though… you should’ve guessed it, you did say subtlety wasn’t Reggie’s strong suit.) So you just giggled and shook your head while leaving some of your books in your locker (alongside the fact that Reggie was probably almost (if not!) hugging you from behind - you shuddered at that thought, it’s not like you were already awkward around living boys your age, no need to add ghosts to that list!)
A week later you and Julie entered the studio with blank faces and hanging shoulders. Julie threw a weak little wave towards the piano and sighed while you threw the blankets and snacks you were holding carelessly on the ground and let yourself fall face-first onto the couch, not being able to hide your smile anymore.
“We got our math exams back… yes the one Reggie helped us with.”
You couldn’t see what Julie was doing, but you heard her gasp and whisper “No! Reggie…” after a while. Then she was standing beside you, nudging your shoulder and willing you to sit up, but you didn’t bulge, needing a few more seconds to wipe the smile off your face again.
Faking to disgruntledly accept defeat as Julie’s nudges got stronger (the couch was really comfortable, you totally understood Luke now) you sat up and looked at Julie. “Who’s going to tell them?” you said with a heavy voice and felt how the couch dipped beside you. Raising your eyebrows you quickly glanced to the side (obviously not seeing anybody or anything) and looked back at Julie questioningly.
She nodded, telling you that it was indeed Reggie and gave you the okay to drop the bomb.
You sighed as you turned back around, facing the wall on the other side of the studio and hoped that Reggie would ignore the fact that you were probably talking to his ear or something. “So Reggie… the help you gave us on the math final? Well…,” you couldn’t keep your face straight any longer and jumped onto the couch, “WE ACED IT! I WOULD HUG YOU IF YOU WEREN’T MADE OUT OF CUTE AIR!” (Okay… maybe there was a little bit too much serotonin involved.)
Julie added smiling, “And I’m happy to announce that due to my good grades my father allowed Julie and The Phantoms to play at the upcoming Summer Music Festival!”
A guitar riff filled the studio, followed by a short drum intro and with a ‘puff!’ the boys appeared in front of you, beaming and glowing at the news. Reggie even threw a wink at you when you smiled back and said: “Thank you!”
Don't look down
'Cause we're still rising
Up right now
And even if we hit the ground
We'll still fly
Keep dreaming like we'll live forever
But live it like it's now or never!
This allowed LUKE…
The music festival was an experience you would never forget. You were very happy Ray managed to persuade your parents to let you accompany Julie (sadly Flynn had no such luck). Not only did you turn 17 and the boys made sure to have the whole crowd sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to you (as soon as you were back home you would add an extra point to your to-do: ‘find out how to kill ghosts a second time’), but the boys rocked the stage and Julie stood up taller and shined brighter than ever before.
Gone (yet not forgotten) were the painful shocks and the fear of never performing again and the serenity of the guys was visible.
It was the last night of the music festival when Julie got the phone call from her father. He would come by to get her the next morning and they would drive directly to visit other family members and spend the rest of the summer holidays there.
Of course, Julie was excited to see her cousins and aunts and uncles again, but she also felt bad to leave you to drive back alone (you had come with your car jam-packed with all the necessary equipment you needed and that wasn’t provided by the festival).
“Don’t worry! It’s only a four-hour drive! I’ve got good music, podcasts and audiobooks to keep me company and back home Flynn will be waiting. It sadly looks like I’m going to survive without you.”
Early the next morning Julie and some newfound fans of Julie and The Phantoms helped you load the equipment into your car and you said goodbye to Julie. Expecting the boys to just directly puff back to Los Feliz you didn’t waste any time and entered your car, connected your phone with the stereo and started to blast your favourite Broadway musicals.
You must’ve been on the road for half an hour when suddenly the playlist stopped and ‘Wake Up’ started to play.
So wake that spirit, spirit!
Confused you scrunched up your nose and touched the touch screen displaying the music system, trying to change it back to your playlist. But instead, the music changed yet again.
(Don't stop me now)
'Cause I'm having a good time
(Don't stop me now)
Yes, I'm havin' a good time
I don't want to stop at all
“What the hell?” you muttered, staring at your stereo for a quick second before focusing back on the road, “Why you always going crazy on me dude?”
Once again the music switched.
Why you gotta be so rude?
Don't you know I'm human too?
It took you a hot minute to understand what was going on and then you couldn’t stop laughing.
Don't laugh at me, don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said mockingly, looking at the empty passenger seat, guessing that that’s where your invisible friend was sitting. “Your pain? I’m not the one who is able to puff wherever and whenever their heart desires and who sneaks up on innocent people.”
Silence.
“For what it’s worth. I’m sorry. I really am. It’s not like you choose this life, you deserved better than this. But I’m really glad I was able to get to know you. I’m really thankful for the light and happiness you brought back into Julie’s life.”
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
But I'm still learnin' to
using technology
You laughed. “Impressive skills nevertheless. Knowing three fitting songs and then changing them at the right time? Let me guess, Luke? Because I don’t think all of you three would fit into my tiny car full of musical equipment.”
At first, there was no music yet again, but then the slow melody of a (for you) well-known song flooded your car. It was the one Trevor Wilson song you never understood until you met the boys, the one song that was so totally different to his usual rock sound (except for the refrains, which, as you later would find out, were parts of the original lyrics Luke wrote for his version of the song).
I sing to remember the stories that used to be
But I don’t write to create what could have been
And as I scream words into the darkness around me
They come out like a dying whisper
The kindest thing to do is to silence them and let them die
To unleash my heartfelt sorrow into the sky
And diminish the will to fight
That pulses like fire and screams with pain through my veins
But life’s not always beautiful, it’s rare
So I’mma chase it, watch you make it
Don’t need to introduce himself
You will want to know his name
Pushing your foundations down
He is here to stay
Don’t call him a breeze when he’s a hurricane
Don’t call him a tremble when he’s an earthquake
Don’t call him an inconvenience
Please just say his name
Leaving lyrics in my hands
That I swallow like pills
Like hurtful words, they rip and claw
And press painfully against my chest
But no matter how painful they are
I will soak them up, thinking of our hopes and wishes
And as each word pushes a new pulse through my veins
I keep staring out on the grave of our shared space of mind
Life’s not always beautiful, but it’s rare
So I’mma chase it, watch you make it
Don’t need to introduce himself
You will want to know his name
Pushing your foundations down
He is here to stay
Don’t call him a spark when he’s a lightning bolt
Don’t call him a flicker when he’s a raging flame
Don’t you dare to underestimate him
Please just say his name
But even when the word flood finally comes to an end
Fidgeting hands remind me of music never played
I owe him my voice
I owe him my sound
So I give him this time
I give him this space
To sing it out loud
To let him declare
And let me be proud
What’s his name? (His name is Luke!)
What’s his name? (His name is Luke!)
What’s his name? (His name is Luke!)
How long do we say his name? (Until we explode!)
My name is Luke! (Tell your friends!)
Tears were rolling down your cheeks, the song now more emotional than ever before. You couldn’t imagine how this song must affect Luke. Thinking that his bandmate abandoned him (which honestly… he kind of did, only mentioning him in one song, not giving any money to their parents and so on) up until he heard the song for the first time.
“Luke…”
Forget about it
Let's forget about it
The ensuing silence wasn’t awkward. You hummed along to the music Luke selected, sometimes it were old classics (probably his favourites), other times it seemed to be random newer hits he probably never heard before mixed with some songs from your favourite playlists.
It was nearing midday and your stomach made itself known. As if on cue a road sign hinted at a diner just up ahead. Setting the blinker you pulled into the parking lot a few moments later.
“I hope you don’t mind. I know home’s only like an hour away, but...” you began to trail off, not knowing where to look at and your stomach finished your sentence. And before you were able to grab the door handle it sprung wide open.
“Uh, what a gentleman. Thank you very much.”
The meal was over in a flash and once more you realised how much the boys actually knew about you without having actually interacted with you (perks of seeing other people without being seen themselves?).
It’s like Luke could read your wishes just from your facial expressions. Whenever you needed salt or pepper they were right there. Whenever something was too salty or had too much pepper on your drink was being pushed closer to your side. And when you accidentally spilt something and needed more napkins they magically appeared.
When you then spotted a cute little guitar keychain that reminded you of Luke that was being sold as a souvenir at the check-out it was suddenly safely tucked into your back pocket (though that was really really risky, and while you did not condone it you couldn’t really stop a ghost).
Back in your car, you didn’t even bother to turn on the stereo, knowing that Luke would take over as soon as your hands were on the steering wheel again.
However, a glance to your right presented you with a map of your surroundings, a big x hastily drawn over the Silverwood Lake in San Bernardino, which was basically just around the corner.
“You want to go swimming? We- I just ate! And my bathing suit is somewhere under that mountain of equipment on the backseat.”
Let's just get naked, just for a laugh
Let's just get naked
It's a trip and a half
You laughed at that, rolling your eyes and shaking your head, before stowing the map away and turning on the car. “I guess catching Reggie in the shower isn’t enough anymore?”
Hey!
“You started making it weird buddy.”
It had started to rain when you finally pulled up in your driveway, but you couldn’t be bothered to rush inside, enjoying the feeling of the cooling wetness on your skin.
“Look at that,” you said to nobody in particular, not knowing if Luke was still around or if he puffed back to the garage, “I didn’t even need to go swimming after all.”
He was. Sitting in the passenger seat, face on his arms while he leaned on the open car window, he watched you dance in the rain with a smile on his face. He was glad he decided to stick around and keep you company on that road trip. You gave him the courage to listen to My Name Is Luke for the first time (and getting to see you smile while showing off his impressive music knowledge was a bonus too). Because without knowing, you were doing little deeds for the boys too.
And made ALEX…
Whoever wrote that “Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning how to dance in the rain”-quote totally forgot to mention how dangerous small summer storms can be.
Well sure, it might have been your fault for staying out for too long and deciding to let the sun that came out a little bit later dry you instead of changing into fresh and dry clothes, but whatever happened happened and you got sick. (It’s not like you had anything better to do during the last few days of your summer holidays, right?)
Flynn had been a great friend and hung out almost daily at your house, playing board games, watching movies or tv or even just discussing upcoming Julie and The Phantoms possibilities with you. But your dearest little helper had been Alex.
The blond drummer had turned into the tall brother you never had but always wanted (focus on tall because the age thing with ghosts is seriously confusing) even if he was invisible to you 100% of the time. You had the same interests and were able to bond without actually having to say any words, little gestures and reciprocations on your side were more than enough.
Julie had come up with an easy solution and had bought you some of those sound buzzers (like the ones that dogs and cats use to communicate with their owners) and recorded some simple words and phrases the boys liked to use on them. Now the boys just had to press them to be able to communicate with you without having to use pen and paper or Julie herself (sure your parents were a little bit weary and confused, but you said it was for a longer school research project and that shut them up).
Now, feeling way better than during the last few days, but still very tired, you were sitting in your bed, not really focused on the tv show (or was it a movie?) that was playing on your computer. You had been contemplating and mentally preparing yourself to get something to eat and to drink for the past 15 minutes, but the thoughts alone were exhausting and binding you to the bed. Just then a tray with a water bottle, meds and a fruit bowl floated into your room.
Suddenly wide awake and full of energy you clumsily jumped out of your bed and grabbed the tray, throwing a quick glance out of the door to see if your parents were around and slammed the door shut, wincing at the loud sound and hoping that Alex had walked out of the way (not that it would have hurt him, but you know - rude).
“Rude.”
See? He thought the same. (Julie had to specifically add this word for Alex.)
“I know, I know. I’m sorry. But I would like not to get murdered or have Sam and Dean Winchester on my back because my parents think I’m possessed and need to be exorcised.”
“Me.”
“You what?”
“Me.”
“Alex… I need more context.”
“I do. Me.”
You just blinked blankly at the sound buzzers, trying to piece together what Alex was trying to say.
“Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. M-”
“THAT’S ENOUGH Y/N! WHATEVER THAT SCHOOL PROJECT IS, TELL IT I HEARD IT AND I DON’T CARE WHAT IT WANTS!” you heard your father's scream come muffled through the door.
The audience laughter from sitcoms filled your room and you groaned, grabbing a pillow and smashing it against your face.
Faintly you heard the telltale sound of a pen scribbling something on paper and when you peeked from behind the pillow a note was floating in the air in front of you. “You mean exorcise ME! You would be the one surviving!”
“What? Oh my god… yeah okay, YOU get exorcised… same thing. Both aren’t allowed to happen. Forgive my fever brain.”
“No.”
“Fork you, Alex.”
“No.”
“I have Carlos on speed-dial, I’m sure he already came up with other methods to get rid of ghosts other than the salt thing. He already told me that he’s sorry and that he thinks I might get haunted by you too with the amount of time I spend at their house.”
“No. Food.”
Confused at that topic change it took you a few seconds to answer. “What?” Looking around your gaze landed on the tray that you had deposited on your desk. “Oh right! Boy, I completely forgot how thirsty and hungry I am. Did I say thank you? Fang u!” you mumbled with your mouth full of fruit.
“No. Food.”
You swallowed down your food and took a big gulp of water. “Yes Alex, thank you. I am eating. You see? Here I am, here’s the food. The food is here and now whoops - ifs gan!”
You could basically feel the annoyance radiating from the ghost and weren’t really shocked when the pen started to scribble something down again.
“No! Argh!” He really wrote Argh… that dork really wrote Argh! “You can be worse than Reggie sometimes, but you do it on purpose and I’m just sorry for Reggie. A) Carlos thinks he got rid of us by making a french dip and B) You’re awfully lively for a supposedly sick person. I might need to use the buzzers more and see what other reactions I can provoke from your parents.”
Crumbling the note in your hands you thought ‘Challenge accepted’. “You know what? I think I’mma go back on Reggie’s offer and actually let him introduce me to Wilbur. He might know some stuff I could use to blackmail you. And you’re right! I feel much better, just very tired, but that’s nothing a little bit of fresh air can’t fix! Toodles!”
You left your room, leaving a flabbergasted ghost behind who had lost his snapback with the number of times he had been combing through his hair with his hands. And while angrily pressing a pink buzzer, the buzzer wasn't the only thing that screamed “WILLIAM!” after the girl. (That was another important sound Alex wanted to have recorded.)
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My thoughts while watching the new Sanders Asides video
Intro: ooh, there's some warnings, so we know this is gonna be a spicy one
0:19- WTF WAS THAT ASIDES LOGO MAGI THING?? I LOVE IT.
0:26- remus' theme, very exciting
0:49- i'm glad to know that thomas is just as awkward as i am when texting lol. also, HE'S TEXTING NICO!!
0:52- logan!! the boy!! also, i think this is the first time we've seen one of the sides rise up in thomas' bedroom? not super exciting, but i thought it was interesting.
1:06- i absolutely would have laughed at '69' as well. sorry, logan.
1:33- i also have a 5am and 2pm version of myself, dw thomas.
1:43- rolling out of bed that way is SO damn satisfying. couldn't relate more.
2:14- logan, you're so cute. i love how he gets so excited about his schedule.
3:54- why is thomas turning old?? remus, what did that trap do?
4:00- it's nico! in real life! not cartoon!
4:12- oh, and ancient thomas is here too. that's fun.
4:18- how long has it been since remus has made a video appearance? since the first asides video, which was probably over a year ago? remus stans are quaking rn.
4:45- i just noticed the carrot emoji next to nico's name in thomas' phone and that is such a tiny detail and reference but it's so cute
5:31- remus, you bastard. also, a pin in the food feels kind of simultaneously evil but also below your standards.
5:59- KCUM
6:18- remus there are so many people in this fandom that you turn on, it's so not okay. also, i'm so here for the sexual innuendos.
6:35- it doesn't even surprise me that logan would ruin the updog joke
7:21- roomba on the loose, what crimes will it commit?
7:51- i like how the picture frames went blank; it's a nice detail. reminds me of when hermione's parents' pictures went blank in deathly hallows part two.
8:12- SHAPES AND COLOURS
8:49- roomba has committed a murder
9:22- ROOMBA HAS COMMITTED A LEGITIMATE MURDER
9:34- remus is allergic to soap confirmed
9:44- ok ok. i have a theory. one of the times that thomas' phone buzzes, he's going to pick it up thinking it's a chore alarm, but it's actually going to be nico.
10:04- pirate remus!!
10:11- patton would love the bratwurst pun
11:37- okay i'm here for the rube goldburg traps, but come on, remus. all that was way too much work to freak out thomas. just prank phone call the guy and that would be enough to send him into a panic.
11:56- being that he was in the closet for many years, thomas definitely knows that closets aren't sentient, logan.
12:19- is that supposed to be remus shapeshifting as nico? am i crazy?
14:16- okay so it wasn't nico. it was some random murderer. also, remus has a knife kink confirmed?
15:08- lovely singing
15:18- REMUS, YOU SAUCY BOY. intrulogical shippers are shaking right now.
16:05- can confirm, emergency ketchup does not seem like a necessity.
16:10- solanum lycopersicum!!
17:57- so he was shapeshifting as nico! i think this is the first side to do this other than janus.
18:55- what the fuscia?
19:02- vibey music
19:14- i just had a visceral reaction to logan saying "shake what your mama gave ya"
20:00- okay so i don't think remus was actually shapeshifting, he just created a fake nico as far as i can tell.
20:59- lol the butt scratching. reminds me of a dog.
21:15- wtf. tongue lollipop?
21:24- cruncy bug
21:55- ignoring dummies for dummies. are nerds in blue ties bothering you? iconic.
22:12- WHAT DID I JUST WITNESS? orange eyes obviously have to symbolize the orange side, right? and since logan was angry, maybe this adds fuel to the flame of the idea that the orange side is rage/anger?
22:21- checking your breath before answering a phone call is absolutely something i would do
22:42- nico! the boy is calling! he's so cute. also, i love the reference to the "Mr." thing they did in the last video.
23:50- logan is sad boy :( but go thomas! go get your man!
24:02- what? that's it? what a place to end off at!
24:45- it wouldn't be a sanders sides video without a hello fresh ad
25:05- i love that he has their number saved omg
26:19- bye thomas!
26:27- patton's here!!
26:34- and roman!!
26:43- and virgil! my FAVOURITE boy!
26:50- oh, logan. you deserve all the influence.
2720- ooh, virgil? some resentment?
27:55- thomas is officially in his feels
28:08- janus is here too! which makes this the first video to include all the sides, if i'm not mistaken. also, what's with the mysterious music?
28:21- the orange eyes again! damn!
Final Thoughts:
As always, I'll bey opinion. Nico and Thomas are so cute, and I'm happy we got to see more of them together. I was also excited to see that we got all of the sides in one video, finally, though I'm still waiting for some onscreen interaction between Janus and Remus. The ending was super ominous, so I'm curious as to what's in store for the future. And as you all could tell, I was clearly very interested in the possibility of being introduced to the orange side. I can't wait to see everyone's theories and such.
As always, I'll be tagging spoilers for 7 days after the posting of this video, and I hope you all will too! I'll be using the tags "ts spoilers" and "sanders sides spoilers" respectively.
#thomas sanders#sanders sides#sanders asides#ts spoilers#sanders sides spoilers#remus sanders#logan sanders#roman sanders#patton sanders#virgil sanders#janus sanders#nico flores#karrot kings
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