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bluehwale · 2 years

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mythical beings! ateez as your boyfriend

pairing. ateez x reader

genre. mdni, crack! (except for yunho bc it's a forbidden love! trope and i take that seriously) fluff? a dash of angst if you squint. smut (for san bc he's an incubus! rawr)

warnings. MYTHICAL BEINGS INFO INACCURACIES (i'm sorry), grammatical errors SMUT! unprotected sex (don't do this), creampie, corruption kink if you squint, overstimulation, the term 'good girl' lmao, yea i think that's it (it's my first time writing smut don't hv high hopes)

word count. almost 4k whoops i got carried away

note. idk what possessed me when i wrote yunho's part so apologies if it's too long and very much plot-y<3 ++ my brain's still muddled from a week of midterms and im still new to writing so pls lower ur expectations before pressing the keep reading button thanks xx (my asks are always open! ++ feedback would be greatly appreciated)

masterlist

hongjoong — demon

honestly the coolest demon ever

he'd be so nonchalant about his demon activities that it would unsettle you sometimes

"hey babe, just got home?"

"yeah, had an emergency meeting with the devil about potentially crashing heaven's weekly parties, no biggie. how was your day? :-D"

likes to grumble about how hell is so overpopulated that it feels hotter than it actually is

he's just a demon with a tough exterior but that all comes crashing down when he comes back home to your arms

would do ANYTHING to make you happy

one time you were both cuddling on the sofa just absentmindedly enjoying hongjoong's playlist played throughout the house when you suddenly asked,

"joong, aren't demons supposed to have horns?"

he looked at you and thought for a second, "hm, i'm pretty sure only the devil has horns. i guess that's another myth debunked"

you returned his gaze with mock disapointment, jutting out your bottom lip in a pout. "that's a shame. i think it's really hot."

the next day he shows up with a red devil horn headband on his head

...

"joong, what is this--," you let out a laugh when he turns to face you with a serious look on his face

the blush on the apples of his cheeks redden when you continue to laugh with the brightest grin that crinkles your eyes

he doesn't mind that he's making a fool out of himself as long as he gets to see you like this

"they were 50% off in the costume shop!"

he feels a smile creep into his face when you laugh a little bit harder

seonghwa — vampire

you first met seonghwa at a random halloween party

he was surprise surprise !! dressed as a vampire, and you were dressed as kim possible (call me beep me if you wanna reach me)

he just suddenly went up to you and complimented your outfit

so you were like, "thanks!! :-D i like your fangs, they look so real!"

and he just went, "hey thanks! they are real :-D"

"what :-D"

anyways!!! you started dating not too long after that <3

he'd just be one of the most dramatic vampires out there

he's the type to dramatically hiss and cover his face when you draw open the curtains in the morning

"gAaAaaGHh the sun!!!!! i'm burning!!!!!!!!"

and you'd just stand there like ...... "seonghwa you have a morning class today"

(yes, vampire! seonghwa goes to uni)

"can you believe this place doesn't have any vampire-friendly mirrors?? it's 2022!!! D-:<"

:-|

lives and breathes the twilight saga

one time you were walking home together and you noticed his skin sparkling

and no it's not the sun shining on him or the natural glow you'd get from sweat or oily skin because his skin was particularly BLINDING

he was excitedly talking about how his favorite professor complimented him on his recent project when you interrupted him, "hwa, wait a minute--"

three of your fingers swipe at his nape and actual arts & craft glitter came off his skin

"hwa, did you actually try to edward cullen-ficate yourself???"

pink dusted his cheeks and he could only abashedly scoff while trying his hardest to avoid eye contact with you

"psssshhh, what?! noooo,,, aha... what kinda weirdo would do that ahaha, whaaat? that's so weird.."

and then he used his super speed to run back to your shared appartment leaving you to walk back home ALONE >:-(

but besides that, he's super sweet

would let you leave fingerprint stains on his glass cabinets that encase his virginity corner star wars lego collection

HE LOVES YOU THAT MUCH OKAY

yunho — angel

he doesn't have a visible halo over his head but everyone just knows that he's an angel

sweetest, purest dude out there

but yunho kinda feels... trapped

his angel wings became this constant admonition that he has to be selfless and to always do "good"

i'd just imagine everyone telling yunho to stay away from you (a fellow angel) because you're labelled as this reckless troublemaker

but he just can't help being interested in you

so he made effort to know you and keep you close and in turn, you taught him that he doesn't have to live in fear of stepping out of the line sometimes

that it's okay to put yourself first

you both would sneak away to earth and pose as humans to have fun and abandon your duties for a while

he finds himself cherishing each and every moment he spent with you; exploring things the other angels would frown upon, but it didn't matter

so it didn't surprise him when he realized that he's utterly in love with you

his angel wings fluttered sporadically when you softly mutter your love to him in reciprocation with the beautiful smile he's known to love

when you made love for the first time, it was filled with shy giggles and soft reassurances because you're each other's firsts

you neither yunho cared about the other angels avoiding you and talking shit about you two. you're both happy and in love!!

but of course, heaven has its rules

and fate hits you with the truth, that you both can't be together, when you're held back from running to your lover that has both fear and tears in his eyes as black ink slowly engulf his once pure angel wings

a fallen angel, that's what they call you both. angels banished from heaven with your memories wiped and your wings rendered useless as compensation for falling in love

"i'll find you," he said. his voice remained sure yet frail in the midst of your own sobs and the chaos surrounding you both, but you heard him loud and clear. his watering eyes take in your trembling state and it breaks his heart to see you cry and try to fight against the restraints keeping you away from him because he knows that guilt is eating you alive

he knows that you blame yourself for letting him in, for falling in love with him, and for bringing this inevitable consequence upon him

but he knows that he'd do it all over again in a heartbeat, even if it leads to this very same ending

yeosang — fae

a tsundere! fae omg i have the vision i see it

he acts cold and indifferent towards you but all you wanna do is grab his attention!!!!!

as humans and faes don't really get along, your group of friends are different and they kinda disagree with you both interacting

but you don't really care because you mayhaps have a crush on him :3

he's really good with magic

you'd ooh and ahh whenever he does something with his magic and his cheeks would go red while he brushes it off with, "it's nothing" (and you're like no!! it's cool!!! and he would blush harder)

he knows you have a crush on him because a) it's obvious, and b) you've confessed to him multiple times (his replies always start with a "sorry, but.." and you would always reply with "it's okay, i just want to tell you. i'm not asking you to return your feelings:-)"

but lately you're kind of tired with the unreciprocated feelings you have for yeosang because.. well, you just feel pathetic

so one day you made it your mission to stop having feelings for him!!!!!!

yeosang noticed because you would avoid him like the plague

he was walking down the hallway when he saw you and was about to greet you when he saw you run to hide behind a trash can that doesn't even cover your entire figure

he was just like .... ok see you later i guess?

and this continued on for weeks! to the point where he feels down because he doesn't have his favorite human around and maybe because he has a crush on you too

so he dragged his ass to the nearest supermarket for humans and ignored all the weirded stares he got from other shoppers and bought all of your favorite snacks and drinks that are listed at the top of his head

he placed them all nicely in this cute paper bag and left it at the desk you always sit in for one of your shared classes

the happy grin on your face when you peeked at its contents lifted his mood even though you wouldn't know it's from him because he purposely left the sender anonymous in the small note for you

but you immediately know that it's him because you've listed these specific snacks only to him, plus the sweet wording of the note just gave him away (you knew it that he's actually sweet inside, you knew it!!)

anyways,, the reason why yeosang is so hesitant to make a move on you is because relationships between humans and faes are disapproved of:-( he doesn't want you hurt just because you're seen with him

but one day he saw you being circled by a bunch of faes and there's this look on your face that screams 'help!'

he felt his legs move to push his way to get to you before he fully registered on what's going on

one of the faes reached out to shove off yeosang when he put himself in between you and them to protect you. "man, why the fuck are you defending a human?"

"she's my girlfriend."

so yeah all fucks flew out the window that day and you both decided to start dating:-D

he's still into the tsundere act but you like to tease him because this man gets flustered over the tiniest things lmao

you'd like bicker lazily over something and you'd go, "mhm, but you love me don't you?"

and his ears, cheeks, and neck would get so red as if he's got the worst case of asian flush lmao and he'd look around the whole room just to avoid your gaze

"shut up" *still blushing*

san — incubus

you accidentally summoned him when you were trying to sell your soul to the devil in exchange for a 4.0 gpa

he just suddenly appeared on top of your coffee table lying down on his side with his elbow propping up his head

and you just kinda went, "ok great, how do we do this thing? do i have to sign papers or smth???"

he just looks at you all confused like ??? we don't need any of those, we can just fuck

and you're like WHAT! >:-o and he's like ... what do you expect from summoning an incubus? :-|

"A WHAT???"

anyways, the misunderstanding was set straight and san sheepishly asked if he could stay over for just 1 night because he can't go back to hell just yet

(he can actually go back to hell just fine but he just can't bring himself to face incubi! ateez's teasings for being rejected for the first time ever)

and you thought hm why not

he somehow stayed over for more than just that one night and then you guys fell in love!!!

it all started after the first night when you cooked pancakes for breakfast

san groggily woke up from the couch when he smells the strangely appetizing scent of whatever you're making

"oh great, you're awake! good morning!" you greet, while the raven haired boy dazedly blinks at your sight bustling in the kitchen before letting out a raspy 'morning' in return

you hear his feet clad in the thick fuzzy socks you lent him pitter patter against the hardwood floors as he made his way towards you with a yawn, "what are you doing?"

"i'm making us breakfast :-)"

demons don't eat actual food but san would hate to see your smile falter even the tiniest bit at his rejection of this unfamiliar food that you call 'pancakes'

his plate of pancake is cutely decorated with fresh berries and a smiley face drawn with maple syrup on top of the first layer of pancake

(he can't help but smile when you impatiently gesture at him to take a bite while your own plate of pancakes sit in front of you, forgotten)

you show him how to use his cutleries properly and he finally eats a bite of the pancake

"is it good?" you ask nervously, wide eyes waiting to catch his reaction

his eyebrows furrow as he shut his eyes at the pleasant sweetness overcoming his taste buds, "oh my god, i could eat this every day. are you a professional chef or something?"

your eyes sparkle as you grow flustered over his compliment, replying with a timid 'no' and san thinks you just might be sweeter than the maple syrup coating his tongue

he's the sweetest bf ever; would exaggerate his reactions at anything you do because it would elicit a cute giggle that would bring a smile to his face

but yknow

don't forget that he's an incubus

"You're doing so good for me."

San likes it when you're laid out all bare underneath him, hair fanned out prettily on the bed, with your cheeks flushed and your eyes threatening to flutter shut.

"Baby," he taps lightly against your cheek, momentarily distracting you away from the heavenly feeling of him dragging against every inch of your walls as he continues to snap his hips to meet yours. "Hey, eyes on me."

A whine spills out of your lips as you try and fail to force your eyes open, back arching and eyes rolling back instead, earning a tsk from San as he continues to bury his cock deeper by forcing your aching thighs apart and against your chest.

His thumb caresses your swollen clit lightly, your eyes immediately widening as you gasp at the overstimulation from the previous orgasms he's taken just from eating you out. Your body trembles as you wail underneath him, reaching out to grip his arm that prevents your thighs from closing shut. San groans when he feels your pussy clench tightly around him.

"There you are," he lazily smirks, cupping your cheek and giving you a peck on the lips when he finds that your dazed gaze is on him. "Fuck, you look so pretty like this."

"So wet, so tight, so pretty for me," his measured thrusts turns harsh as he fucks up into your dripping cunt with your moans and bouncing tits egging him on.

"I'm- I'm gonna cum!" you cry out as San fondles your clit, reveling in the tight grip of your pussy and the dirty words that come out of your sweet mouth as you gush uncontrollably around his cock.

San groans loudly as his hips sloppily thrusts a few more times before he fills you up with his second load of the day, twitching and spurting his thick warm cum inside you as he holds you while he comes down from his high.

He slips his softening cock out of your battered pussy, cream immediately leaking from your centre and dripping down your ass and inner thighs as you whine at the loss.

"God," San moans as he drags two of his fingers over your weeping cunt, his other hand softly pressing against your lower belly. He slides his fingers over your dripping slit, gathering his cum leaking from your hole to your clit, rubbing and pinching.

With a cry, your thighs shake as tears well up in your eyes at the feeling of another orgasm that washes over you, swollen cunt clenching around nothing that has his cum oozing out of you. You whimper at the overstimulation, batting away his hand that continues to brush over your inner thigh.

San pulls you into a tender kiss as he gently caress your cheek and finally leans back to catch his breath. His eyes glaze over your fucked out state and he smiles at the fond look you give him.

"Such a good girl," he softly praises, carefully cleaning you up with the warm cloth he took from the bathroom. You hum in reply, shutting your eyes with a content smile at your lips. You can't see him, but he grins anyways.

"I'm a lucky man."

mingi — werewolf

i kid you not, this mf would deadass unashamedly howl in public at random

"it's who i am, yn."

are you embarrassed? yes.

will you ever let him know that you feel absolutely mortified whenever strangers stare at you after your boyfriend basically barked?

never.

he might be a big ! absolutely not bad ! werewolf but he's actually so soft >:-( especially for you

gives the best hugs

he's just so big and warm which is why you always look for him to cuddle

gives the funniest reactions like fr,, which is why you LOVE to tease him

"mingi," "mhm?" "...you know that i'm always here for you right? i.. i won't judge if you,,, idk, want to keep your ears and tail in your human form--" "yn, for the last time, I'M NOT A FURRY"

omg you showed him the werewolf ripping shirt meme and he went error 404 because he doesn't know whether he should laugh or cry ("YN IS THIS HOW HUMANS SEE WEREWOLVES???? SOB")

would embody jacob's iconic lines from twilight

"bella ¬‿¬ where the hell have you been loca? ¬‿¬"

"..."

but yeah he's such a playful boyfriend but also has his sensitive moments

and he's such a sappy romantic

would randomly bring home a bouquet of flowers for you

"what's this for? i'm pretty sure our anniversary was two months ago"

"just passed by a florist and i thought of you :-)"

"also, our anniversary was three months ago, OH MY GOD YN HOW COULD YOU FORGET" "I'M SORRY, IT WAS JUST A MISCALCULATION!!!"

yeah don't mess with the math genius! werewolf because he will correct you in any chance he gets

(i'm so sorry idk anything about werewolves so i can't really take this seriously T_T)

wooyoung — mermaid

found out he can grow legs whenever his tail dries and that's how he ventured to land!

he's always been interested with humans so when he saw you hanging around in the beach one day, it was love at first sight

he gets so excited over every human activity, it's endearing

"woah, what is that?? :o" "oh, that's a guy riding a bike" "what's a bike?"

endless questions about anything human related but you patiently answer each and every one of them

you're basically his tour guide

you introduced him to movies and his favorite is the little mermaid

he's so serious about it

like literally you have to remind him to blink because he would not let his gaze stray from your tv

"ariel is so me. minus the overprotective dad. and the 6 sisters. and ursula. and probably the talking fish and crab"

"how can the evil sea witch be so EVIL? THIS IS CRUEL"

"hey i want a pet dog like max! :0"

"ERIC JUST KISS THE FUCKING GIRL--"

would 100% reenact the fork hair brushing scene

would also 100% tell secrets about the ocean to you

"yeah the bermuda triangle thing? it's a lair to this one mean kraken"

but sometimes he would say the most untrue stuff ever like

"aquaman is real." "no he's not, woo. he's a dc superhero" "no, really, he's real. we've raced against each other once or twice" "mhm, whatever you say"

loves to watch the sunset in the beach with you with his head on your lap, your fingers running through his hair, and his toes curled in the sand

he likes it. a lot.

but he has to make sure that he doesn't touch wet sand because poof his tail would pop out

likes to chill in your bathub with the end of his tail flapping water at you

also likes to swim with you in the ocean late at night, when no one's around, with his arms wrapped around your waist and sneaking in atleast a hundred kisses while you giggle because the scales of his tail tickles your legs

the cutest mermaid! boyfriend ever

jongho — demigod

would bet my left kidney that he'd be the son of apollo or athena

but let's go with apollo because his vocals man goddamn

anyways

you're the child of nike, the goddess of victory

jongho sees you around a lot in camp half-blood, you're well known because of your bright and outgoing personality that almost everyone gravitate towards

your peers, jongho included, also admire you for your bravery in battles. although he's never been in one let alone see you fight in an actual life-or-death situation, he sees enough from how you always gracefully win capture the flag with a infectious grin on your face

unlike you, he likes to keep to himself at most times, preferring to spend his time alone to write music or poetry

which is why it's hard for him to muster up the courage to try and be your friend

he didn't dwell on it for too long, accepting that maybe he's just meant to stand at the sides and admire from afar when it comes to you

one night, he was in his usual secret spot; a small clearing near the lake with a hammock tied between two towering trees hidden from sight, when you stumbled into his view with tear stained cheeks

"oh, uh, i'm sorry," you sniffled, rubbing your nose with the paws of your sweater. "i didn't think anyone would be here. i'll go--"

"you can stay. i don't mind."

and that's how you go on to tell him about how battles leave a toll on you and this is your way of taking a break once in a while

he listened to you attentively, actually paying attention to what you have to say and even wiped your tears with the sleeve of his hoodie

that night was then filled with genuine laughter as jongho tried his hardest to cheer you up

"but in all seriousness, i'm here for you. whenever you need me."

it started a whole routine of you both meeting up every single night in that spot to either talk about everything all at once or to just enjoy each other's presence in a comfortable silence

he eventually shares his writings with you and you kinda went, "dang i'm in love with you"

and he's like ★_★ omfg no way

he's the type of bf who doesn't outwardly show his affection for you but makes up for it by caring about you down to the most trivial miniscule detail about you

definitely an act of service guy

would stop by the training grounds where you are when it's raining with an umbrella at hand

"come here, you'll get sick" "i'm the child of the goddess of victory, jongho" "doesn't mean you can't get sick!!!! ＼(º □ º l|l)/"

you ask him to sing for you all the time because his voice is soothing and he would blush whenever you compliment him hehe

the other kids at camp would stare enviously at you two holding hands while skipping to your designated spot because wow you two are so in love and everyone wants that kind of relationship

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cool-fancier · 6 months

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Rhythms of Triumph

Synopsis: Your passion for dance led to JustJerk, where Bada's friendship turned to love, uniting Bebe and triumph.

Your path into the world of dance began with an enduring passion that you had developed since early childhood. As a young dancer, you found comfort and expression in the art form, dedicating countless hours to perfecting your craft. Due to your talent and dedication, you were invited to join the renowned dance academy JustJerk, where you refined your abilities and made valuable relationships.

You first encountered Bada, a lively and gifted dancer, during one of the tough training sessions at JustJerk. Her aura emanated confidence, and her moves demonstrated her skill. You adored her from afar, captivated to her effortless grace and devotion to her work.

One day, fate intervened, bringing the two of you closer together as you practised side by side. Bada was drawn in by the synchrony of your movements and decided to strike up a conversation.

"Your lines are incredible," Bada said, her eyes shining with genuine enthusiasm for your talent.

Your heart was filled with a mixture of surprise and thankfulness as you blushed at the unexpected praise. "Thank you! I've always loved your sense of style. You make it look so effortless."

You formed a bond based on mutual respect and a shared passion for dance. You spent hours together swapping tips and skills, ultimately building a connection that extended beyond the dance floor.

Your friendship with Bada became stronger over time. You were pulled to her charismatic personality and persistent commitment to dancing. It wasn't long until your feelings for her became stronger, converting your friendship into something more meaningful.

Bada approached you with a sparkle in her eyes one evening after a particularly exhilarating practise session. "I've been thinking," she began, her voice full of excitement. "I'm putting together a new crew called Bebe, and I'd love for you to be a part of it."

The invitation made your heart skip a beat. It was an honour beyond words to be asked to join a crew commanded by Bada. "Me? In Bebe?" You couldn't keep your excitement in check, a mix of disbelief and elation filling your senses.

Bada smiled as she nodded. "Absolutely. You're gifted, dedicated, and bring something special to the table. "I have faith in you."

It was an impossible offer to turn down. Joining Bebe was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to dance beside the person who had not only inspired but also captured your heart.

Bebe thrived under Bada's direction. The crew grew into a force of skill, passion, and solidarity. Your time with Bebe was filled with wonderful memories, rigorous training sessions, and a shared vision of the future achieving greatness in the world of dance.

The lines between friendship and romance began to blur as your bond with Bada grew stronger. It was a gentle realisation between the two of you that grew into an unsaid understanding. The electrifying chemistry and unspoken connection paved the way for them to admit their love and begin a relationship.

You'll never forget the moment Bada officially asked you to be her girlfriend. The dance studio was bathed in the warm glow of sunset on a peaceful evening. Bada took your hand in hers, her gaze filled with earnest vulnerability, amid the rhythmic beats and warmth of shared laughing.

"I've come to love and care for you deeply," Bada said, her voice tinted with passion. "You've brought me so much happiness and passion." Would you be my girlfriend?"

The question hung in the air, full of hope and love. You couldn't contain the joy that washed over you. You nodded, unable to find words as you clasped Bada in a strong hug, tears welling up in your eyes.

It was a watershed moment—a celebration of love and shared dreams that cemented your love for one other. Your relationship with Bada in dance and in love became the cornerstone of your journey with Bebe from that day forward, a monument to the strength of passion, devotion, and an unbreakable bond.

— — — — — — — —

The rhythm of the city resonated through the streets of Seoul, as Team Bebe prepared for the Street Woman Fighter finals in the dance studio. You, known for your perfectionist habits, immersed yourself in the routines, practising nonstop to ensure every step was flawless. It was a trait that had benefited Team Bebe's success but had also become a subject of concern for your girlfriend and team leader, Bada.

Team Bebe grew into a powerful force in the world of street dancing, the dynamics of your personal and professional lives became inextricably linked.

Your perfectionism was beneficial to the team, but as the finals approached, it evolved into a relentless quest that took its toll on your health. Bada, with her keen intuition and genuine concern, noticed the signs of fatigue during the intense rehearsals for the credit mission—the final piece of the competition.

"Babe, you've been pushing yourself so hard," Bada murmured as she watched you rehearse, her eyes filled with scorn and concern. "I get that you want it to be perfect, but you need to take care of yourself too."

You looked at her, a bead of sweat running down your forehead. "I understand, but we can't afford any mistakes." This is the finals, Bada. We have to be perfect."

Bada sighed, her worry growing. "I understand the pressure, but you're working too hard. We want you to be at your peak, both mentally and physically. There's a difference between pushing hard and pushing too hard."

In the days leading up to the finals, there was a tug of war between your need for perfection and Bada's insistence on striking a good balance. She tried to help by recommending breaks and tweaks to the practise schedule, but your perfectionist mindset was resistant to the changes.

"It's just a few more days, Bada. I can handle it," you reassured her, brushing off her concerns.

She looked at you with a mix of annoyance and compassion. "You know you're not invincible?" I don't want to see you burn out before we even hit the stage."

The finals day approached, and the strain grew. The credit mission, which was a critical component of the performance, loomed over Team Bebe. Bada watched you rehearse again, her concern growing with each bead of perspiration that gathered on your brow.

Bada took you aside after the rehearsal, her face stern. "Enough already. You need to take a break, even if just for a few minutes. I can see you're pushing yourself over your limits."

You groaned, tired yet unable to let go of the need of perfection. "Bada, this has to be perfect. I can't rest now."

She softened her demeanour as she stared into your eyes. "We're going to be amazing out there, but not if you're running on empty. Trust in the work we've put in and in each other. A well-rested you is what Team Bebe needs."

As the day progressed, Bada's comments remained in your head. Backstage, the suspense was strong, but when Team Bebe walked the stage for the finals, a rush of exhilaration replaced the tiredness. The routines flowed seamlessly, a testament to the countless hours of practice.

During the credit mission, however, the buildup of tiredness became obvious. Your moves, while precise, lacked energy and grace. Bada,knew you'd given it your all, and she couldn't help but worry about the cost.

As the routine came to an end, Team Bebe faced the judges and the crowd, the air thick with suspense. The cheers of the audience echoed throughout the auditorium, and Bada looked to you, her eyes filled with pride and concern.

"You did great out there," she continued, her voice full of praise and assurance. "But, darling, you have to look after yourself. Winning is fantastic, but not at the expense of your health."

You nodded, realising what had happened. Bada's worry was not a show of weakness, but rather of her genuine concern for you. In that moment, the perfectionist in you learnt an important lesson: the pursuit of excellence should not come at the expense of well-being.

A surge of excitement swept through the group as the judges announced Team Bebe as the Street Woman Fighter champions. Victory yells flooded the air as confetti showered down. In the midst of the celebration, Bada pulled you into a tight embrace.

You smiled, the weight of perfectionism lifting, replaced by heartfelt thanks for Bada's love and support. The victory was a success not only on the stage, but also over the inner struggles you had fought.

— — — — — — —

As the celebration at the after-party came to a close, the echoes of victory lingered in the air. You and Bada quietly slipped away from the thrilled chatter and congratulatory embraces, returning to the comfort of your house.

The surge of victory gave way to a sense of peacefulness, a beautiful calm that surrounded the two of you. The comfort of familiarity engulfed you as you entered your home—the familiar aroma, gentle lighting, and quiet ambiance welcomed you back.

You and Bada sat together in the cosy room, absorbing in the serenity that had followed the frantic intensity of the competition. The triumph had given you a sense of accomplishment, but it had also underlined the strength of your relationship.

With her typical affection, Bada wrapped her arms around you, drawing you in closer. "We did it," she said quietly, her voice full of pride and affection. "You were amazing out there."

You relaxed into her hug, a surge of thankfulness washing over you. "We did it together," you replied, your honesty reflecting the depth of your bond.

The moon's beautiful radiance cast lovely shadows over the area, creating an almost surreal atmosphere—a moment frozen in time, a serene sanctuary after the storm of the competition.

An incredible sense of closeness enveloped you and Bada in the stillness of your home, surrounded by the memories of the victory. The competition's victory had strengthened your bond—a bond created through dance, devotion, and everlasting support for one another.

Bada glanced to you as you sat there in the peaceful calm, her eyes filled with an unspoken compassion. "I'm so proud of you," she whispered, her voice a gentle melody that resonated within your heart.

Her words, filled with love and admiration, echoed the sentiments you held for her. You caressed her cheek with a sweet grin, the touch a tacit acknowledgment of the emotions that tied you together.

You and Bada sought peace in each other's company in the quiet of the night, surrounded by the brightness of your shared victory. It was a moment beyond words, a monument to the depth of your bond and the profound delight of sharing accomplishment.

And as the night became darker, you both embraced the silence, cherishing the serenity of the moment—a lovely, serene antidote to the rush of emotions and victories that had defined Street Woman Fighter's journey.

#bada lee x reader #swf2 #swf2 x reader #bada lee #street woman fighter 2 #bebe #bada lee fanfic #bada lee x oc #bada lee x y/n #bada lee imagines

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pinejayy · 1 year

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Yanderes Howdy and Wally (( maybe poly if you want or a Yanderes competition?? You name it!! )) with a reader oblivious to their love and obsession please I need this

Thank you for your request!! uwu I hope you enjoy this, have a great day!

Tough love (Wally Darling x reader x Howdy Headcanons)

It was hard for both Wally and Howdy to share you. They both wanted you to their selves . But they came to an agreement that they would share you. But that didn’t stop them from fighting over you and your love. They wanted to be your number 1 and of course you didn’t notice this as you were happy that you had two boyfriends.

They both really did care about you, but they couldn’t stand each other, but they always behave when they are around you.

When you’re hanging out with them it’s always so romantic. Wally is more of the possessive kind of lover while Howdy is more gentle and sweet. But you loved both of them.

Sometimes they would fight in front of you, like who’s turn is it to cuddle you. Or who house you’re gonna stay at for the night. It can get overwhelming seeing them fight for you. You didn’t understand why they couldn’t get along.

Sometimes their fights would be so bad that they would get physical with each other causing you to cry out and leave the room. This would immediately stop them and run after you. Pushing their childish rivalry aside. And depending on how bad the fight was you forgive them or ask for some space.

Both lovers are always bringing you gifts and treats. But both are very different with their gifts and treats.

Honestly you’re just lucky to have these two as your boyfriends but you wish they wouldn’t fight as much.

Like I said both boyfriends are different, they show their love and affection in different ways. They act different from each other and treat you differently as well.

With Howdy

Howdy is more of the gentle lover, he loves to hold you against his body. And he gives great cuddles considering he has four arms to hold you. He absolutely loves kissing you all over your face.

He loves buying you fruit baskets and he also loves making arts and crafts with you. When you spend the day with him that’s what you guys do in his free time. But when you’re with him you usually help him around his store. He loves calling you his “big strong girl/boy”

Is always telling your how beautiful/handsome you are. How lucky he is to have you as his.

You feel safe with Howdy, considering how tall he is. You feel like nothing could hurt you when you’re around him. He’ll always protect you no matter what.

Howdy loves cracking up jokes with you, he’s always making you laugh and he loves hearing you laugh it gives butterflies in his stomach.

But Howdy can’t help it get jealous when you’re with Wally. Why can’t you just be with him? Why does he have to in the picture, but since Wally makes you happy he isn’t going to do anything too drastic. He’ll just wait for the prefect moment to make you his and his only.

With Wally Darling

Wally is more of the possessive and aggressive lover. He wants the attention on him and him only! He gets very jealous. He tends to snap at you more if he isn’t getting enough attention.

But he really does love you and when he does snap at you he always makes sure he apologize to you. Wally just really cares about you and he just wants attention all the time. He tends to get more clingy as well. Like he never wants to let go of you. He always wants to hold you.

Wally loves telling you pick up lines. He loves seeing your reaction. “Your sweet to the core” or “You’re the apple of my eye”

Both you and Wally love to paint, you guys could paint for hours. And his favorite thing is that he loves painting portraits of you. He loves to capture your beautiful.

Both of you love making Apple Pies together! It’s always so much fun and also romantic. You love throwing flour at each other.

Wally does wish you were only his, Howdy is just getting in the way. Well getting in his way to be more exact, he wishes that he could just disappear…Wally could make him go away for a long time but he doesn’t want to risk losing you or making you upset. So for now he’ll just behave.

#wally darling #welcome home #wally darling x reader #headcanon #Headcanons #howdy pillar #howdy pillar x reader #yandere

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pyromegalomaniac · 1 year

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You can not tell me Wally won’t be a real bro for his friends if he found out reader has a crush on a certain someone.

Like Wally catch reader staring at someone for a long time with a soft smile on their face and Wally like “you like them don’t you”

And right there Wally turning into reader’s and his friend’s wing man

“Hey that friend there , they love home baked goods”

“Oh yeah random fact reader loves this color “

Wally just trying to play matchmaker

Ooooh, anon! This idea!! So very!! I like wingman Wally very much... I hadn't even thought of this!! Just one of the perks of doing these requests, you get so many fan interpretations and headcanons and whatnot... here's your headcanons anon!! Enjoy!!

(♡˙︶˙♡)

Welcome Home x Reader + Wingman/Matchmaker Wally Headcanons🏠☀️🛼🦴🍪🐛📨🦋🍎

Sally☀️

Wally suggesting you be cast as the lead in her plays

Trying to subconsciously convince her to do a romantic play

Setting you up on a stargazing date

Suggesting you write poetry for her

"Hey Sally I think y/n would love to hear you recite what you've been working on"

One day while you three were all outside a sudden burst of rain came down and Wally kinda ran off (he hates getting wet) but he noticed you and Sally still having fun while he was cowering under a tree or something

Julie🛼

Playing games together

Drawing with sidewalk chalk

Wally inviting you both over for a sleepover and rushing off to go do things like make popcorn to leave you alone

Probably brushing each others' hair at said sleepover

"I bet y/n can't beat you in this game"

Barnaby🦴

"Y/n likes x hotdog toppings, don't you, y/n?"

"Y/n's favorite kind of joke is x type. You should tell them some of those!"

Lounging around together

Falling asleep in a nice warm pile

Waking up and wondering where Wally went

Oh well... sleeping with Barnaby is cozy and now you have him all to yourself

Poppy🍪

Baking together

Wally telling her how brave you are

"Y/n's favorite type of baked good is x, why don't we make them some?"

Making cookies in cute shapes

Poppy getting anxious about something and Wally suggesting she ask you for advice

Howdy🐛

Hanging out with Wally and he suddenly remembers he's out of something, so he asks to visit the bugdega

Wally asking you to pick something up for him at the bugdega

Howdy mentioning it getting tough to work all day by himself so Wally suggests he ask you for help next time you come in

Eddie📨

Wally sending you mail so Eddie has an excuse to go to your house

Eddie eventually recognizing your handwriting and stamps

"Why don't you write a letter to Eddie"

"Oh, you said you've been to x place, haven't you? Y/n has been there too"

Doing crafts together and Wally purposefully holding back his art skills so Eddie will like yours

Frank🦋

Wally suggesting the same books to you both

"Y/n's favorite bug is x"

Lowkey trying to be annoying so he'll think you're better to hang out with (this may or may not work)

"Y/n had a question about this... why don't you meet them to discuss it?"

Looking at the buggies together (Wally would probably disappear like the Barnaby hcs)

Wally🍎

He'd be the last one to notice you having a crush on him

Thinking you need someone nice to be with and trying out each possibility in his head

Really wondering why no one seems to be a good match (everyone else can see the obvious crush you have)

Eventually you'd tell him or he'd figure it out and be like

"...Oohhhhhhhhh. I like you too y/n!"

Those are the headcanons I came up with! Hope you like them anon, thanks for requesting them!! They were fun to do!! I look forward to doing more in the future!! Much love!!

ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ

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stevelieber · 2 months

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Here's another thread I don't want to leave languishing at the old site, relevant because another case of ill-considered pseudo-mentorship is in the news. It's tough to start a career. I'm lucky to have had good mentors. I'm grateful and want to pass it on. These are some notes I made on ways to do so.

1. Promote artists a generation younger than you. Share your platform. RT them, mention them in interviews. (This means being aware of what younger artists are doing!)

2. Hire them if you can. Pin ups, commissions, variants, fill-ins, assists, anything. A small gig can be what helps them make rent.

3. (The same applies to creators a generation older. Many of them helped develop the visual language, the audience, and the industry infrastructure we rely on. Tell your reader how these artists' choices informed your own. Help your fans see what you saw in your influences' stories.)

4. Support anthologies. They've always been a key place where new and marginalized talent can incubate, & established artists can try something new. (They certainly were for me. Many of the big leaps I made as an artist happened on anthology stories where I had freedom to experiment.)

5. Mentor new artists! Even if their subject or style is different from yours, you still have much to offer. Just be sure to frame your advice in terms of goals & principles rather than "the right way" or "the wrong way." You want to help them find their own voice, not echo yours.

6. Suggest strategies for dealing with challenging clients or collaborators. The industry may be very different from when you broke in, but those young artists are still going to face the many of the same problems you did.

7. Steer them towards someone trustworthy when they need a consultant. It's not easy to find an accountant, an agent, or a lawyer who understands what we do. Your contacts are valuable!

If nothing else, make them aware of Volunteer Lawyers for the Arts. https://vlaa.org/get-help/other-vlas/

8. Share your understanding of industry standards for pay rates & professional practices. This doesn't mean posting your rates in public. The main that does is anchor your position when negotiating rates with a potential client. But in private, TALK. This benefits ALL your peers.

9. There will be times when you can't answer a question. It happens all the time. No one knows everything! But you probably know someone who *can* answer it. Use your network of connections and make the introduction.

10. And finally, take questions about the art, the craft, the culture, and the business on your social media. Answer them as honestly as you can.

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#steve lieber #comics #mentorship #protip

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icycoldninja · 2 months

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Dating Raiden headcannons

-Despite his tough exterior and serious demeanor, he is the sweetest, most protective and loving baby boy in the world, he just doesn't know how to express it.

-Wants nothing more than to protect, care for, and cherish you for the rest of his life.

-While Raiden has no nicknames for you, as he just calls you by your name, Jack does.

-And OHHH BOOOY are there many, not all of them good. He calls you Sweetie, Babe, Dollface, Sexy, Hot stuff, Psycho, B*tch (affectionately), and Mine.

-Loves to do arts and crafts with you, those long nails claws of his are perfect for precise placements of tiny materials, cutting tiny objects with remarkable accuracy, and can also be dipped in paint to create perfectly thin lines.

-Will also let you paint his metal nails, though you'll have to do it often because the polish gets chipped a lot during battle; it's honestly a miracle if the coats stay on for more than 24 hours.

-Loves it if you help him polish, clean and/or buffer his armor.

-You are free to use his face however you please, no not like that don't get dirty thoughts now you can paint it, cover him in makeup, or make goofy masks for him to wear--he'll do it all.

-Very protective of you and cuddles you whenever you have a nightmare or just need him in general, though you must voice your needs, or he'll just lay there like the metal plank he is.

-Sometimes his alter ego Jack gets out without his permission (no idea how that happens), prompting a dramatic change in behavior and speech. He essentially becomes a different person--but that doesn't stop you from living your best life with him. You and Jack manage to get along very nicely.

-Trains you so you can always be ready for battle, because he knows someday, he might not be around to protect you.

-Randomly comes up to you and drapes himself across your lap, then just lounges there, pretending he doesn't notice you're sitting there. He'll just sit there, scrolling through his phone or reading a book, casually ignoring your existence.

-It's OK though, cause the weight and warmth from him is quite nice.

-Smells like cucumber baby wipes.

-Sometimes steals your eyeliner when his runs out.

-When you guys go to the store, people get really confused cause they see the bar code on his head and wonder if he put that there as a joke or if he's actually a piece of merchandise that somehow came to life and is now roaming free.

-If Raiden is in control, nothing notable happens, but if it's Jack, he slices the cashier's head in half when the cashier attempted to scan his head, then says with a smirk: "Don't even think about it, I already belong to someone."

-You guys should probably use the self checkout from now on.

#metal gear solid raiden #Metal gear #Metal gear rising #Raiden #Raiden metal gear #Raiden x reader #Headcannons #Fluffy #Cute #dating headcanons #Jack raiden x reader #Metal gear solid raiden #icycoldninja writes #Mgr #Mgrr raiden #Mgr raiden #mgr raiden x reader #Mgrr raiden x reader #metal gear raiden x reader

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arminsfavoritepookie · 11 months

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ROCKSTAR EREN HCS (pt.3)

- Fluff and Angst

( shout out to that one anon )

Rockstar Eren is a towering figure on the stage, commanding attention and awe from audiences across the globe. With a gruff voice that growls with intensity and a rough exterior that seems to shield him from the world around him, he's the quintessential rock icon, a larger-than-life persona that embodies everything that's rebellious and daring about the music industry.

Yet for those lucky enough to know him intimately, there's so much more to Eren than meets the eye. Beneath the brooding exterior lies a heart that's overflowing with romantic sentimentality, a man who's never shy about expressing his love for those he cares about. His devotion to you is evident in the matching initials necklaces that the two of you wear around your necks, a pair of perfectly crafted trinkets that showcase the bond you share with each other.

It's a testament to Eren's sweet and sensitive side, the kind of love that can make even the toughest rockers weak in the knees. It's not just the necklaces that are a symbol of his affection, though. When you're getting ready to head out on the town, he'll peer over your shoulder and help you pick out the perfect outfit and accessories.

His fingers brush softly against your skin as you play with his hair, lost in thought as he contemplates which earrings or bracelet would best complement your look. It's a ritual that's become a tradition between the two of you, a way to bond and connect in a world that can often feel overwhelming and hectic.

Of course, there are moments when the constant sweetness and attention can be a bit overwhelming. It's a strange juxtaposition to go from being the lover of a tough, rebellious rockstar to a partner who's always doting and tender. But just when you start to feel smothered, Eren surprises you with yet another heartwarming gesture that makes your heart skip a beat.

Maybe it's a love letter, scrawled in his scratchy handwriting and hidden inside the pages of your favorite novel. Or perhaps it's a rare vinyl record that he spent months searching for, a copy of an album that you listened to endlessly when you were growing up. Whatever it is, it always comes with a sincerity and tenderness that's hard to resist. Eren has a way of making you feel cherished and appreciated, of reminding you that even the toughest rockers have a soft spot for the people they love.

Rockstar Eren tattoos always catch your attention. His chest and back were a canvas adorned with intricate artwork, each symbol holding a secret meaning only between you. Sometimes his fingers traced the inked patterns and you couldn't help but marvel at the depth and complexity of his self-expression.

Tonight, however, his focus was on one particular tattoo. With a mischievous smile, he leaned in close and whispered in his deep, seductive voice, "Wanna see my latest addition, pretty?" Your curiosity piqued, you nodded eagerly, anticipation building within you.

Slowly, sensually, he peeled off his shirt, revealing a tapestry of art that had become a part of him. And there, above his heart, nestled amongst a bed of roses, was your name, forever etched into his flesh. The red ink glistened, still fresh and raw, contrasting with the weathered and faded colors of his older tattoos.

Your fingers trembled as they yearned to touch the ink, to trace the curves of each letter that symbolized your place in his heart. With a tenderness that spoke volumes, you ran your fingers lightly across his lower stomach, reveling in the shivers that danced across his skin. Time seemed to stand still in that moment as you gazed into his intense eyes, your heart pounding with a mix of love, fear, and vulnerability

Your lips formed a hesitant whisper, betraying the inner turmoil of your racing thoughts. "Are you sure... Are you sure you want to have your name inked onto your body like this?" A hint of apprehension quivered in your voice, but it was met with a soft, reassuring smile that played upon his lips. The sincerity that radiated from his eyes mirrored his unwavering conviction.

"You own my body," he murmured, his words dripping with tenderness.

"Every single inch."

His eyes never left yours as he spoke, his gaze a fierce declaration of the love and devotion he held for you. The way his brow raised slightly only accentuated the depth of his commitment. "And I wouldn't have it any other way," he continued, his voice filled with a tenderness that sent shivers down your heart.

"I want your name to be forever etched onto my skin. I want you to be a part of me in a way that can never be taken away."

Rockstar Eren, with his tousled brown locks and weathered leather jacket, was the embodiment of rebellious charm. His green eyes, adorned with smoky eyeliner, glimmered with mischief as his lips curved into a mischievous smile. And it wasn't just his piercing gaze that captivated you; it was the plethora of piercings that adorned his body.

His perfectly sculpted eyebrow, ears, and nose were all littered with silver and steel, but it was one particular piercing that bewitched you—the tantalizing glint of his tongue piercing in the moonlight was irresistibly alluring. Every time you locked lips with Eren, the coolness of the metal against your own ignited a shiver between your thighs.

The taste of rebellion and recklessness mingled on your tongues, as the slight roughness of his piercing pressed against your tongue. A trail of of saliva would connect your lips, a tangible reminder of the kiss shared between you. Reluctantly, you pulled away, but the pull of his touch left you craving more.

The way his plush lips grazed your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin, intensified the connection you shared. It was as if his piercing had an effect on every nerve ending, causing a symphony of tingles and goosebumps.

You couldn't tear your eyes away from the small piece of metal nestled within his mouth. Mesmerized, you watched it glisten and glimmer whenever he spoke, hypnotized by the play of light against its polished surface. You fought valiantly to hide your infatuation, your insatiable hunger for the metallic charm that adorned his tongue. You resisted the temptation to openly stare, but it was a battle you were gradually losing. The magnetism of his piercing was simply too powerful to resist.

Then, one fateful night, Eren caught you in the act of admiring him, his gaze locking with yours. The intensity in his eyes matched only by the wicked smirk that played upon his lips. His voice, a seductive rasp, sent delightful shivers down your spine as he questioned, "What are you staring at?" Your mind faltered for a moment, the feeling of embarrassment rippled through your brain as you desperately grasped for an explanation. "Oh, nothing," you stammered, struggling to come up with a believable excuse. "Just...thinking, I guess."

Eren's smirk grew wider, the gleam in his eyes betraying his understanding of your hidden thoughts. He stepped closer, the smell of leather and a faint hint of musk engulfing you. His voice dropped to a tantalizing whisper, laden with suggestive undertones. "Sure, sure," he teased, his words brushing against your ear like a caress.

"But if you keep looking at me like that, I'll give you something else to think about, yeah?"

Rockstar Eren couldn't get enough of taking pictures of you, the camera just couldn't stop clicking away. The digital storage in his camera was brimming with photos of you in every setting. Whether you were sleeping soundly on the tour bus with drool dribbling down your chin, indulging in luxurious meals at swanky restaurants.

Even when you clumsily strummed his guitar, a laughable attempt at imitating his musical abilities- he always had his camera handy, capturing every precious moment with you. With a sly grin, Eren would often say "Gotta keep these memories with you forever," while he snapped a shot of the two of you creating makeshift stages in the cozy loft you shared, passionately belting out songs with imaginary crowds cheering you on.

He just couldn't help himself, every move you made seemed to inspire him to freeze the moment in time. Every laugh, every tear, every twinkle in your eyes - Eren's camera caught it all.

It was obvious that Eren was head-over-heels in love with you. Whenever he gazed into your eyes, he saw an ocean of love and admiration. He was captivated by your charm, your wit and your passion for life. Being a rockstar, he had his fair share of groupies throwing themselves at him, but they were no match for the way you had stolen his heart.

Rockstar Eren lounged at the edge of his luxurious bed, his toned chest accentuated by the snug white wife-beater that hugged his chest, showcasing the sculpted abs and arms that made you swoon. The casual shorts he wore revealed the well-defined legs that he had earned from his years of stage performance.

You begged him let you smoke with him and you noticed a moment of hesitation that briefly flashed in his eyes. However, the prospect of witnessing you in an altered state was enough to break through any of his lingering doubts, and he readily agreed to indulge in your invitation.

With a sly grin, he motioned for you to join him on the bed. As you climbed onto his lap, straddling him, he leaned back against the plush headboard. You couldn't help but notice the warm breath that he exhaled, infused with a hint of anticipation that caused your heart to skip a beat. The room transformed into a haven of sensuality, as the thick smoke of the blunt weaved its way around you, blurring the edges of your perceptions.

His voice was deep and gravely, laced with seductive tones, as he leaned forward, his lips a breath away from your ear. "Are you certain about this, baby?" he questioned, his fingers caressing your hip, tracing intricate patterns that left a trail of goosebumps on your skin. His gaze locked onto yours, searching for any signs of doubt.

A mischievous giggle bubbled up inside you as you squirmed on his lap, his grip on you instinctively tightening as you brushed against his growing arousal. "Please, Ren," you pleaded, your eyes alight with a daring twinkle. "I want to do this with you."

Without hesitation, he reached for the table beside the bed, retrieving a perfectly rolled blunt and a sleek lighter. His hands were confident, deftly flicking the lighter and bringing the blunt to life with a cherry-red ember. The scent of sweet, sticky herb permeated the air as he took a deep inhale before passing it to you. As you accepted the blunt, his gaze remained fixed on you, studying your every reaction with intensity.

With a steady hand, you brought the joint to your lips, following his instructions carefully. You felt a surge of excitement rush through your veins as you inhaled slowly, feeling the thick smoke swirling into your lungs and weaving its way through your body.

As you exhaled, your eyes locked onto his, noticing the faint blush that had appeared on his cheeks. Eren's free hand found its way to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. The need that radiated from his touch was clear. He shifted your position, and in a smooth motion so you were facing him, his intent clear.

"You did so good, pretty," he whispered, a wicked smirk curling at the corners of his lips as they pressed firmly against yours. His breath mingled with yours, and the taste of his tongue flooded your senses. "Again?" he murmured against your chest mouth, his voice low and filled with desperation.

In a seamless motion, he effortlessly took the joint from your fingers, the ember burning vibrantly in the dimly lit room. With a hint of reverence, he tilted his head slightly and blew into your parted lips, releasing a cloud of cherry-flavored smoke that enveloped you both. The room seemed to spin as you inhaled deeply, the intoxicating fumes invading every inch of your being.

Leaning back ever so slightly, he allowed you to exhale, watching as the smoke escaped your parted lips. With an almost hypnotic rhythm, the smoky tendrils swirled around his mouth, intermingling with his own before he breathed it back into you It was an intimate exchange, the shared breath dancing within the warm confines of his mouth, drawing you further into a hazy frenzy.

Caught up in the electrifying intensity, you couldn't help but nibble on his lower lip, eliciting a slight whimper from him. The taste of his blood mingled with the heady mixture of smoke , adding a hint of primal excitement to the air. "You're a dirty girl..teasing me like this" he growled, a mix of pleasure and frustration lacing his voice.

“You like torturing me?”

Rockstar Eren sat on a plush chair, his eyes filled with mischief as he watched you meticulously applying his eyeliner. With intense concentration, you delicately traced a line along his eyelids, determined to achieve the perfect symmetry. But Eren couldn't help but chuckle softly, his amusement evident in the way his eyes crinkled at the corners.

"Do you need some assistance?" he whispered, his warm breath caressing your arm as he leaned closer to plant a tender kiss on your skin. Irritated by his distraction, you playfully tapped the side of his head and muttered, "Stop moving, you're distracting me."

Undeterred, Eren's hold on your hips tightened, his large hands offering comfort against your bare skin. He adored watching you in this state of intense focus, relishing in your unwavering determination to complete the task at hand. After what felt like an eternity, you stepped back with a satisfied huff, believing that you had triumphantly mastered the art of applying eyeliner.

As Eren gazed into the mirror, however, your triumph quickly turned to exasperation. The lines you painstakingly drew resembled more of a chaotic wave than the sleek and sharp look you had aimed for. A smudged streak added to your frustration, and you turned to Eren, a scowl forming on your face.

"Why are you laughing?" you snapped, crossing your arms in a huff. "It's not like you could do any better." Eren's laughter resonated through the room, blending harmoniously with the soft rock music playing in the background. He took a step closer, his arms encircling your waist, as he planted a soft kiss on your pouting lips.

"You really are cute," he said, his voice laced with amusement, "I may not be an expert at applying eyeliner, but the sight of you concentrating and doing a horrible job is simply adorable." A mischievous grin crept onto his face, and his green eyes twinkled with unabashed adoration. "Besides, perfection is overrated. I love the way you do it, even if it's a little crooked."

His words dissolved your annoyance, and a reluctant smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Eren possessed an uncanny ability to transform any situation into a moment of tenderness and affection. Leaning in, you pressed a gentle kiss against his lips, your hands getting lost in the unruly mess of his hair. "Well, you're lucky I love you," you teased, the warmth of his embrace soothing your earlier frustration.

"But remember, the next time you need eyeliner, you're on your own." Eren chuckled, his arms enveloping you tighter. "Fair enough," he agreed, his voice filled with playful acceptance.

"But you'll always be my favorite artist, even if your canvas is a bit unconventional."

“Fuck off, Jeager”

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mcdonaldsnumberone · 25 days

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STILL ALIVE!

tobio kageyama learns to fall in love with the small things. although in his eyes, no thing is truly small as long as you're involved in it. a ruined kitchen for a strawberry tart is a small price to pay to admire your everyday.

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Tobio found out not too long after you moved in with him that he liked watching you while you worked your magic in the kitchen.

He was always a stickler for what he ate. Ever since he was young, the adults around him hammered the importance of food and its nutritious properties into his volleyball-filled head, and like the good boy he was, Tobio took everything they said with a great deal of respect and dedicated himself into his strict upkeep so that he could do his best on the court. Now as an adult, he adhered to a strict diet of nutritious vegetables and plenty of protein. But given that his mind was hyperfixated on volleyball and he was never one to get super creative in the kitchen, there was never much variety to his diet outside of his regular rotation of healthy meals tailor-made for a professional athlete’s needs.

Frankly speaking, he never thought he’d need too much variety. Tobio was a man of schedule, of regularity, of volleyball and volleyball only. Everything he did, from maintaining his nails whenever he got the chance to doing finger exercises with weights before bed, was to augment his skills as an athlete. His food was no exception. He wasn’t picky. All he needed was the proper nutrients to fuel his body, and as long as it didn’t taste horrendously awful, he was fine with it.

Once he started dating you though, he started eating other things more and more. At first it was ordering a slice of espresso-tinged tiramisu occasionally while on a date with you, and then it turned into you insisting on packing him a bento box whenever his practices and matches required for him to be out of the house all day. Next thing he knew, you’d greet him with a piping hot dinner whenever he trudged back home, and the aches in his limbs seemed to melt away as he wolfed down whatever you had whipped up while he was gone. It was never the same two meals in a row, and despite being unused to unpredictability, Tobio found himself looking forward to mealtimes specifically with you.

He learned early on in his life, thanks to his grandfather, that cooking for someone was an art just as much as it was an underappreciated act of love. And with each bite, he savored the love that you must have poured into it, just as much as he dedicated himself to perfecting his craft in order to show you how far your love took him. There were times he wished he was an eloquent man, a more romantic man, so that he could actually articulate all the fuzzy feelings overwhelming him whenever you made food for him.

But you didn’t need words to understand him.

And he loved you.

He barely stifled a smile as he sat a few feet away from the kitchen, where you were frantically scurrying around. He knew you were probably frazzled, desperately scrolling through the recipe websites that had videos and ads scattered throughout them to make it almost impossible to access the actual recipe. But the cacophony of your slightly annoyed exhales, the banging of pots and pans, and the clatter of glass plates being shifted around every now and then were like a sweet melody to Tobio.

He feigned interest in the match he was supposed to be studying, and he stole a glance across the living room to see you dump something into a big bowl before sticking your hands into the mixture. Tobio has loved you for as long as he has known you, but there was something especially calming and bewitching about seeing you do something so ordinary. He stared at you with a softness in his eyes he couldn’t quite describe, a softness that he wasn’t even aware was there half of the time, as he watched you let out little grunts to work whatever tough dough you were kneading.

The apron you insisted on wearing was already skewed, and he knew that by the end of your little cooking session, the apron would have done nothing to keep your clothes from getting covered in bits of food. Your eyes were fixed downwards in concentration, the skin in between scrunched up cutely. Your sleeves were rolled up but not quite secure as you might have hoped, and Tobio could also see that in a few minutes they would probably become undone and you’d have to call him over to ask him to roll them up properly for you since your hands were covered in sticky dough.

Tobio believed love was in the little things. Love was in the way he’d accept an earful from his dietician from sneaking in one too many desserts that you insisted on him having. Love was in the way he let himself get distracted so he could watch you make a mess out of the kitchen counter, and he prayed that you never learned how to clean the countertop off thoroughly because he loved going over and wiping off the marks of sauce and flour with a clean dishrag of his own. Love was in the way you cheekily stole a lick of the sweet dough from your fingers before washing your hands off in the sink, your sleeves rolling down your forearms and wrists and the telltale loud yelp you let out when the sink water lapped at the edges.

“Tobio!” You cried out, yanking your hands away from the sink. A few water droplets dripped down from the back of your hands and alongside the silhouette of your fingers. Your hands were always so much smaller in comparison to his wide, calloused palms, and the drops of water fell helplessly onto the floor. “Can you help me roll my sleeves on?”

He acted as if he hadn’t been staring at you for more or less the entire time, and he hurriedly paused the match. He would have to rewind it and rewatch it later, but he had a much more urgent task at hand. You grinned at him as he shuffled his way into the kitchen, and you held your arms up.

“What are you making?” The smell of something sweet had been wafting through the house a long time ago, the notes of sugar and vanilla intermingling all throughout the atmosphere. The kitchen looked as if a hurricane had passed through it: a mountain of dirty tools splayed out on the table, flour spread across a section of the countertop, and the cabinet doors thrown open and not properly closed. Had he been someone else, or any less in love with you, he might have considered all of this as an eyesore or a mountain of impossible chores, but Tobio’s heart swelled so much in his chest that he felt like he was struggling to keep his usual stoic expression.

“A tart!” You announced proudly. His fingertips brushed against the delicate skin of your wrists as he folded your sleeves over, and he made sure they wouldn’t fall down again. “Do you remember the restaurant we had dinner at last week? The one where I got a slice of strawberry tart for dessert? Oh, I couldn’t stop thinking about it… So I decided I was going to try making it myself! You’ll have some once I finish making it, right?”

That’s if you actually manage to make it. The thought bubbled to the forefront of Tobio’s mind, accompanied with a defeated but still adoring smile. It looked like he was in for another long lecture about watching his sugar consumption from his dietician, but he would gladly take an eon of scoldings than pass up on a chance to eat the treats you made.

He picked up the tart crust sitting in its pan, and he gestured towards the heated oven. “Why don’t we put this in the oven to bake first? But yeah, I would love to have a slice once you’re done.”

You beamed at him, laughing sheepishly at your airheadedness before stepping aside for him to maneuver the delicate tart crust into the oven. If he looked closely, he could see where you had filled the holes in the crust with extra dough. Bits and pieces of the edges were lumpy and not quite fully adhered to the shape of the pan. He already knew it wouldn’t look anything like the pretty store-bought crusts or the expertly crafted ones in the bakeries around town, but judging from the fingerprints etched into the dough and your giddiness, Tobio would happily pass it off as a Michelin star pastry if anyone cared for his opinion.

“You’re the best!” You gushed at him as he walked past, and he let a flash of pride light up the inside of his chest as he settled back down in the living room. You hummed some tune slightly out of pitch as he settled back down into the couch, turning the game back on. The sounds of commentary and the players quickly melted into background noise when he found his eyes sneaking back over to you, splashing water all over the surrounding areas of the sink as you rinsed the strawberries in order to chop them up.

The bright crimson of the fruit stood in contrast to your skin, and Tobio’s eyes crawled all over the shape of your pinched fingers. You carefully sliced them up to the size you wanted, the knife marks a little jagged and not super straight. But they were perfect in your eyes, so they were also perfect in Tobio’s eyes. He can imagine the sour pangs of the fruit in his own mouth when you chow down on a handful of strawberry pieces that didn’t quite make your cut. Your fingertips, the cutting board, and a small part of your apron was stained with the pink, sticky strawberry juice, but you looked so proud scooping up the bits of strawberry and setting them aside.

None of this was particularly special, but Tobio admired you from afar as if his vision had been coated over with honey. But he lived for these small moments, lived for the trivial everyday parts, like you dancing around in the kitchen with strawberry juice and dough bits stuck to you, and Tobio would be mesmerized all the same as if he was staring at you at the wedding altar. And god, does he hope a day like that might come, where he can make these small scenes a promised reality for the rest of his life, taking in the beauty from places you would never have expected and uncovering different ways for him to fall in love with you all over again.

He wished the thirty minute timer you set for the tart crust to bake could last forever. He could die a happy man, right here and now, eyes fixed on you until the end of time as you happily turned the kitchen upside-down in order to satisfy your craving for a sweet treat. He loved the way you approached life with a newfound vigor that bled into his own day-to-day, turning his bland and predictable meals into something for him to look forward to, be it a recipe you pulled from a social media website or you doing your best to recreate the dishes he enjoyed so much in his childhood. You always went the extra mile for him, the same way he did for you. Tobio didn’t need any grand gestures of love, nor was he one for anything like that, and he would rather learn how to love and be loved through these small, continual motions that came and went like the gentle pull of the waves to the silver-tinted moon.

But for now, he let the softness of the couch envelop him as he watched you from across the room, the pitter-patter of your bare feet on the kitchen tile like the sounds of wedding bells. He didn’t need to taste the unfinished strawberry tart to know that he was going to taste every bit of it like it was his last meal, swallowing the warmth back like an oath and a promise, to cherish and love you for as long as this life would let him.

Nothing could be sweeter.

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hermitcraftheadcanons · 6 months

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bdubs is a piece of a fallen star.

some million years ago, a fallen star fell to the dirt. Dirty, misshapen, and not alive, yet it shone.

this piece of the stars was worshipped by those who found it. it was prayed to, it was cleaned, polished, loved. Their soft and fur-like leaves and their moss-made hands took care of him.

And just like anything loved and cared for, it grew a mind. A kind one to start, these creatures that worshipped him- he had the responsibility to protect them now. He was still just a piece but these people are His now.

Not a year after, everyone that worshipped him was slaughtered. The wood that made their bodies were stronger than any oak these people knew about and the killers were in the middle of their own war after all.

They theorized that the glowing piece of rock was what made them so tough, so perfect for their shields. They left as quick as they arrived, leaving the piece of fallen star alone.

Still, unmoving, shining, the piece of the night sky wept for his slain worshippers.

He had to do something, he was their protector! These killers shouldn't be able to go scot free! They took what was His and he's going to get them back!

For decades and centuries, the living and vengeful piece of starfall grew dark. Figuratively and literally. It planned and schemed and it used every ounce of its power to create a moving, alive, and shining body.

Until one day he did, and Bdubs was born.

Nothing more than glowing stone, the star piece began to walk. And he found- ruins. Castles and towers and monoliths broken to pieces from a war he has never heard of.

He searched through the streets for anything and found one of the least ruined ruin, an artist's workshop.

He entered and saw remnants of art. Paintings still bright and drawings ripped from whatever war took place.

He stepped through the ruin and a wet squelch startled him. Under his foot was paint, still wet and fresh. Yet there was no one around, did whoever live here create paint that would be everlasting?

Slowly, he crouched and swabbed the paint with his thick fingers and looked around. Paintings of people he never knew displayed, with faces he's not familiar with.

Well, if he's going to take revenge, he should at least be disguised as them right?

An ambush is much more effective when the target doesn't know you're coming.

So, Bdubs sat, his paint-covered fingers dipping into the everlasting paint, and started to paint on his undecorated stone body.

and for the second time, he lived.

he never found the ones who slaughtered his people. in the long, long time it took to form his body, they were wiped out by their own war. a cosmic justice, of sorts, but unsatisfying for this fragment of the stars. if he had crafted his body for revenge, what does he do now that he has no target?

he started by honouring his old worshippers. he could not do for them what they did for him, but he could keep their memory alive. he built grand trees, wove cloaks of leaves and moss, painted their stories. he did all that he could to make sure they were never forgotten.

and then, moss upon his shoulders and love in his shining heart, he set off to find his own way in the world, and lived for the third time.

-Mod Mleem

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snowangie · 5 months

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the right side of rock bottom.

a rafe cameron x fem!oc series

summary : nailea boo seeks refuge from the chaos of constant family travels in the tranquil outer banks, only to find herself entangled with rafe cameron. a charismatic yet troubled figure, rafe is captivated by nailea’s mysterious allure. rafe, relentless in his pursuit and explicit in his desires, becomes fixated on making nailea his own, while nailea navigates the intricate dance of desire and restraint. in this tale of love and resilience, set against the backdrop of the outer banks, the pogues and looks, unaware of the brewing storm, find their worlds colliding. the tale weaves through the unpredictable currents of outer banks life, exploring the intertwined destinies of nailea, rafe, and the residents of this coastal haven.

series warnings: swearing, smut, violence, death, mentions of torture, mentions of sexual harassment, weapons, trauma, mental illnesses

genre: angst, romance, enemies to lovers, slow burn, drama, violence, hurt/comfort, smut

auth. note: this series will be quite lengthy, following the actual outer banks storyline from the first season to the third. im so down bad for rafe cameron and i know u guys are too. im gonna keep his psycho ass as it is in this series because its hot asf it probably concerning to think that but idc fr. please don’t forget to interact with me in the replies or pm me and if u have any ideas for this series, any specific scene you would like to see in the coming chapters, don’t hesitate to share. hihi i love u guys and i hope u enjoy. muahhh

chapter one: baby pink convertible

The golden sunlight bathed the Outer Banks beach, casting a warm glow as Nailea Boo emerged from the crystal-clear waves, her raven-black hair clinging to her like a silken veil. Clad in a striking bikini that accentuated her curves, she epitomized the allure of an enigmatic coastal goddess. Not too far away, the Pogues—John B, JJ, Pope, and Kiara—observed her from afar, a silent conversation of curiosity passing between them.

Unbeknownst to the onlookers, Nailea wrestled with an undercurrent of anxiety that accompanied her every step. The crystal-clear waves mirrored the conflicting currents within her. She had perfected the art of the cold demeanor, a shield crafted from years of navigating a world that demanded toughness. Yet, beneath the poised exterior, anxiety churned like the unpredictable tide.

As she emerged from the waves, clad in a striking bikini that accentuated her curves, Nailea felt the weight of scrutinizing gazes. The Pogues, distant observers of her beachside ritual, couldn’t fathom the delicate balance she maintained. Each step was a careful dance between projecting strength and concealing vulnerability.

Meanwhile, on the same beach, the Kooks strolled along the shore. Rafe, Sarah, and Topper, the latter holding Sarah's hand, spotted Nailea. Rafe, ever the provocateur, couldn't resist making his presence known. “Damn, would you look at that,” he remarked, loud enough for Nailea to hear.

The Kooks exchanged glances as Nailea, unperturbed, rolled her eyes at the crude comment. Ignoring the unwelcome attention, she gracefully slipped into her clothes with an air of nonchalance, the fabric became a second skin, shielding her not only from the prying eyes but also from the relentless whispers of doubt that echoed in her mind.

Rafe, however, continued with his brazen demeanor. “Hey, sweetheart, you're gonna make this beach a whole lot prettier. What's your name?” he called out, breaking through the rhythmic sound of the waves

Nailea shot him a withering glance but remained composed. “Not interested,” she replied, her voice carrying a mixture of disinterest and disdain. Brushing off the sand from her clothes, she walked past the Kooks, not sparing them a second glance. Yet, within the fortress of her mind, a voice echoed louder—a whisper that questioned her every move, analyzing whether she had played her part convincingly enough.

As she walked past the Kooks, her mind echoed with the internal dialogue of anxiety. Her car awaited her, a symbol of sophistication and control. To the surprise of both the Pogues and the Kooks, Nailea sauntered toward a sleek baby pink convertible, the epitome of her sophistication. With an effortless poise, she slid into the driver's seat, the engine purring to life. Little did anyone know that behind the wheel, Nailea gripped it tightly, her knuckles betraying the tension within. The car roared, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake as Nailea skillfully navigated her way off the beach.

The Pogues exchanged intrigued glances, while the Kooks were left in the sand, a mix of bewilderment and newfound curiosity etched on their faces. Nailea Boo had made a memorable entrance, leaving an indelible mark on the shores of the Outer Banks.

As Nailea smoothly glided away in her baby pink convertible, the lingering echoes of Rafe's comment hung in the salty air. The Pogues huddled together, their eyes still fixed on the vanishing speck on the horizon. John B, the de facto leader, broke the silence with a raised eyebrow.

“Who the hell is that?” JJ asked, squinting against the sunlight.

Pope, ever the thoughtful one, chimed in, “New around here, for sure. But why does it feel like we just stepped into a whole different league?”

Kiara, her eyebrows knit in curiosity, observed, “Could just be a touron but I could’ve sworn I’ve seen her car a few days ago with the moving trucks.”

John B nodded in agreement, his gaze lingering on the spot where Nailea's convertible had disappeared. “We need to find out who she is.”

Meanwhile, not too far away, the Kooks were left in the wake of Nailea's departure. Rafe's confident smirk remained, but Sarah shot him a disapproving look.

“Really, Rafe? That was so tacky,” Sarah remarked, her eyes narrowing.

Rafe merely shrugged, unapologetic. “Just being honest. She's a total fucking knockout.”

Topper, Sarah's boyfriend, chimed in, “She's definitely got some kind of presence. Did you see the way she handled that? Ignored us like it was nothing.”

Sarah, despite her initial irritation, couldn't help but be intrigued. “Weirdly bold. I wonder what her deal is.”

Back with the Pogues, the discussion continued as they dissected the mysterious newcomer.

“I mean, did you see her car? Who drives a pink fucking convertible around here?” JJ mused, scratching his head.

Pope, ever the voice of reason, offered, “Maybe she's just passing through. But something tells me she's here to stay, at least for a while.”

As the conversations unfolded, Nailea's departure had left an indelible mark on the dynamics of the Outer Banks. Both the Pogues and the Kooks found themselves captivated by the enigmatic stranger who had effortlessly commanded attention and defied expectations.

Nailea, reclining in the plush leather seat of her baby pink convertible, couldn't shake the lingering taste of annoyance that clung to her after the encounter on the beach. The waves of anxiety retreated, only to linger beneath the surface, ready to rise again with each new encounter. Her eyes, framed by long, dark lashes, reflected a mix of indifference and disdain. The Pogues and Kooks, to her discerning gaze, seemed like mere pawns on the chessboard of her life in the Outer Banks.

The "baby pink convertible" symbolizes her, embodying sophistication, elegance, and a hint of rebelliousness. Just like the convertible stands out in the coastal landscape, Nailea is an mysterious foreign figure, distinct from the usual dynamics of the Outer Banks. The choice of a convertible reflects her ability to navigate smoothly through the intricate social landscape, while the color pink adds a touch of femininity and complexity that mirrors her naturally.

As the waves receded behind her and the beach dwindled in the rearview mirror, Nailea couldn't help but roll her eyes at the audacity of the boy who had tried to stake a claim on her attention. “Boys,” she muttered under her breath, the word carrying a blend of dismissal and amusement. To Nailea, they were like moths drawn to the flame, oblivious to the fact that they had no chance of catching it.

Arriving at her now-permanent residence, a grand beach house that exuded sophistication, Nailea exhaled a sigh of relief. The crisp sea breeze ruffled her midnight-blue hair as she strolled into the house, her annoyance dissipating with each step. The modern luxury of the interior contrasted sharply with the rawness of the Outer Banks, a juxtaposition that mirrored Nailea's own complexity.

At dinner, Nailea recounted the beach encounter to her sister, Jennie, and her brother-in-law, Tommy. They sat around a polished mahogany table, clinking wine glasses in a semblance of celebration.

“You won't believe what happened, Jennie,” Nailea began, her voice carrying a blend of exasperation and amusement.

Jennie, her older sister, chuckled knowingly. “Do tell, Nai. Did you bewitch the local boys already?”

Tommy, a man with an easy smile and a genuine affection for Nailea, joined in. “Let me guess, they fell head over heels for you?”

Nailea smirked, recounting the scene with theatrical flair. “This one guy, a big asshole, had the audacity to announce to the world that I made the beach a whole lot prettier. Please.”

Jennie laughed, raising her glass. “Well, you do have a way of leaving an impression.”

Tommy chimed in, “The Pogues and Kooks are in for a ride if they think they can compete with you, Nailea.”

Nailea, sipping her wine, smirked in agreement. “They have no idea what they're dealing with.”

The trio shared a moment of laughter, a shared understanding that the coastal drama unfolding outside their beach house was just the beginning of Nailea's reign in the Outer Banks. Little did the Pogues and Kooks know, they were playing a part in a narrative where Nailea Boo held all the cards, and the stakes were higher than they could imagine.

Under the golden hues of the Outer Banks sunset, Nailea strolled through the neighborhood at Figure Eight, an air of elegance accompanying her every step. Her sleek white cat, Winter, in a pet stroller—a stark contrast to the coastal simplicity. The feline, adorned with a silver collar, gazed out with curious green eyes as Nailea moved with the grace of a city girl navigating unfamiliar terrain.

As Nailea approached a familiar stretch of houses, she found herself just around the block from the Camerons. It was here that her path intersected with Sarah Cameron, who was out for an evening stroll of her own.

Sarah, a vision of Kook elegance, her eyes lit up at the sight of Winter in the pet stroller. “Oh, wow, your cat is adorable!” she exclaimed, a genuine smile breaking through her initial surprise.

Nailea, her eyes momentarily softening as she looked at her beloved cat, replied with a reserved acknowledgment. “Thank you. Her name's Winter.”

Sarah, finding common ground, continued the conversation. “I'm Sarah, by the way. Sarah Cameron.”

“Nailea Boo. You can call me Nai, if you want to,” she replied with a nod, her gaze cool and calculating.

Unexpectedly, the conversation flowed. The soft side of Nailea emerged as she spoke fondly of Winter, her icy exterior momentarily melting. Sarah, intrigued by Nailea's New York origins, shared tales of the privileged Kook lifestyle and the exclusive private school they attended.

As they continued their walk, Sarah extended an invitation, her eyes assessing Nailea's reaction. “There's a beach party tonight. You should come. It'll be fun.”

Nailea, maintaining her guarded demeanor, contemplated the offer. “I'll think about it,” she replied, a hint of mystery in her tone.

Sarah, seemingly unfazed by Nailea's reserved nature, smiled. “Cool. It's at the beach, obviously. Just in case you decide to show up.”

As they parted ways, Sarah couldn't shake the feeling of being both intrigued and threatened by Nailea. The New Yorker's elegance and poise posed a potential challenge to Sarah's status as the Kook princess. Still, an unspoken understanding lingered between them, a connection forged in the simplicity of a beachside conversation and the shared appreciation for a feline companion named Winter.

Sarah, choosing not to divulge their encounter to her Kook friends, felt a mix of curiosity and caution. Little did she know that Nailea's presence would continue to disrupt the carefully crafted dynamics of the Outer Banks, setting the stage for a night filled with unexpected twists at the beach party.

Nailea's arrival at the beach party sent ripples through the crowd, capturing the attention of both the Pogues and the Kooks. The pulsating beat of the music seemed to synchronize with the anticipation in the air. Nailea, clad in a skin-tight black maxi dress that accentuated her curves, moved with an otherworldly grace, her pale skin glowing in the ambient light. Her hair, in a high ponytail, cascaded down like a midnight waterfall, and her face, adorned only with a glittering lipgloss, radiated a quiet confidence.

As she ventured into the heart of the party, the chatter around her died down, replaced by hushed whispers and intrigued glances. The typical Outer Banks attire took a backseat as Nailea's unique style commanded attention. The Pogues, in their casual beachwear, exchanged wide-eyed glances, while the Kooks, draped in preppy elegance, observed her with a mix of fascination and uncertainty.

Nailea, aware of the attention she garnered, remained impervious to the external reactions. Instead, she sought solace in the rhythmic pulse of the music and the cool breeze that carried the scent of the ocean. Each step she took was deliberate, a dance of control amidst the chaos.

Sarah, standing amidst the Kooks, spotted Nailea amidst the shifting crowd. With a warm smile, she called out, “Nai!” Nailea turned, her expression momentarily softening as she acknowledged Sarah's call.

The Kooks exchanged surprised glances as Sarah approached Nailea, a subtle curiosity painting their expressions. Sarah, with an air of familiarity, introduced Nailea to the group. “Guys, this is Nailea. Nai, meet the Kooks.”

Rafe, ever the provocateur, decided to make his move. With confident strides, he approached Nailea, a crooked smile playing on his lips. The crowd parted as he reached her, his eyes locking onto hers with a boldness that rarely faced resistance.

He felt a twinge of jealousy at the seemingly instant connection between Sarah and Nailea, decided to step forward. “The mystery girl’s got a name,” Rafe drawled, his tone a blend of arrogance and charm. An attempt to join the conversation. “Hey there, Nailea. I'm Rafe Cameron, Sarah's charming brother.”

As he approached, Nailea's eyes, like two pools of mystery, met his with an unwavering gaze. The crowd hushed, sensing the collision of two forces—Rafe's brazen charisma and Nailea's enigmatic allure.

Nailea, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly, regarded him with a cool gaze. “I'm well aware.”

Rafe, smirked, undeterred by Nailea's disinterest, continued, “You can call me Rafe, but I’d love it if you’d scream it out for me instead,”

Nailea rolled her eyes at that as she replied, “Rafe, huh? Noted.”

Rafe, interpreting her response as a challenge, decided to add a personal touch. “Actually, how about I call you Nai? You know, like my sister does.”

Nailea's annoyance flickered briefly again across her face. “Nai is reserved for those I permit to use it.”

Rafe, seemingly oblivious to Nailea's subtle defiance, continued his attempts at charm. “Fair enough, Nai. You’re not like the usual crowd around here. So, what brings you to our little slice of paradise?”

Nailea, her patience wearing thin, replied, “Just taking a break from the chaos of the world. Thought the Outer Banks might offer some serenity.”

Rafe, accustomed to effortless conquests, found himself intrigued by the challenge Nailea presented. He reveled in the attention, leaning in slightly. “Serenity, huh? I can assure you, things tend to get a bit wilder when I’m around.”

Nailea’s gaze remained unwavering. “I suppose we’ll see.”

The Kooks, including Topper and the others, observed the interaction with a mix of amusement and curiosity. Sarah, caught between amusement and the realization of the brewing tension, exchanged glances with the Kooks.

Meanwhile, the Pogues, stationed at a distance, watched the unfolding scene with raised eyebrows and exchanged glances. John B, the de facto leader of the Pogues, muttered, “Looks like the Outer Banks is in for a storm.”

As Rafe persisted in his attempts to engage Nailea, the atmosphere became charged with a subtle competition. Nailea, the shining new diamond in the Outer Banks, found herself at the center of attention, a target for Rafe's bold advances and the curiosity of onlooking groups.

As the night wore on at the beach party, the atmosphere became charged with the ebb and flow of conversations, laughter, and the distant crash of waves. Rafe, emboldened by the attention Nailea garnered, decided to take his flirtatious banter to the next level.

Leaning in with a cocky grin, Rafe remarked, "You know, Nai, I can imagine you being quite...pleasing in certain situations." His tone carried a not-so-subtle hint of innuendo, his words intended to provoke a reaction.

Nailea, however, remained unfazed, her expression as cool as the ocean breeze. She met his gaze with a steady, almost indifferent look, and without missing a beat, replied, "Your imagination seems to have quite the vivid spectrum, Rafe."

The Kooks, who overheard the exchange, exchanged glances. Sarah, noticing the tension, shot a disapproving look at her brother, silently signaling him to tone it down.

Undeterred, Rafe persisted with a smug grin. "Come on, Nai, don't tell me you're not the least bit curious."

Nailea, her patience wearing thin once again, simply raised an eyebrow. "Nope."

The Pogues and Kooks observed the dynamic between Rafe and Nailea, sensing a clash of personalities that transcended the usual beach party banter. Nailea, with her poised demeanor, became a fortress against Rafe's advances, navigating the social currents of the Outer Banks with a deliberate grace.

As the night progressed, Rafe's attempts at flirting with Nailea became increasingly audacious. Undeterred by her composed demeanor, he continued to pepper their conversation with suggestive remarks, seemingly determined to break through her unyielding facade.

Rafe, with a smirk that hinted at mischief, leaned in once again. "You know, Nai, there's a lot more to this town than just the scenic views. I could show you some hidden gems." His words carried an obvious undertone, implying a desire for something beyond the ordinary.

Nailea, with an arched eyebrow, responded with a measured tone, "Hidden gems, Rafe? I'm afraid I've already explored more intriguing places than you can offer."

Undeterred by her cool rebuttal, Rafe persisted. "You might be surprised, Nai. The Outer Banks can be quite... a ride.” His eyes bore into hers, a hint of mischief playing in their depths.

As Rafe continued his audacious flirtations, Nailea couldn't deny the magnetic allure he exuded. Inwardly, she admitted to herself that Rafe was undeniably hot, possessing a raw and rugged appeal that resonated with a primal attraction. His features, his confident demeanor—it was impossible to ignore the undeniable charisma that radiated from him.

However, a conflict raged within Nailea. While acknowledging Rafe's physical attractiveness, his typical boyish behavior and brazen attempts to charm her clashed with her desire for genuine connection and respect. She found herself caught in the crossfire of conflicting emotions—the pull of physical attraction and the push against his persistent advances.

As Rafe spoke about wanting to give her the time of her life in bed, Nailea's internal conflict intensified. She maintained her stoic exterior, a façade concealing the tumultuous thoughts beneath. The provocative proposition echoed in her mind, stirring a whirlwind of conflicting feelings.

On one hand, the allure of Rafe's physicality was undeniable, an instinctive response that threatened to override her calculated composure. Yet, on the other hand, his explicit comments and relentless pursuit grated against her desire for genuine connection, leaving her grappling with a sense of inner turmoil.

Nailea, determined to assert control over the narrative of her interactions in the Outer Banks, silently navigated the storm of conflicting emotions. She maintained her poised exterior while internally grappling with the complexity of desire and the need for mutual understanding.

Nailea, maintaining her poise, shot back with a retort that cut through the suggestive tension. “Surprises, Rafe, are subjective. What might thrill some could be mundane for others.”

The Kooks, including Sarah and Topper, observed the exchange with a mix of amusement and concern. Sarah shot Rafe a disapproving look, silently urging him to rein in his audacious remarks. Meanwhile, the Pogues, stationed at a distance, exchanged intrigued glances, recognizing the unfolding drama between the Outer Banks' biggest womanizer and its newest enigma.

Rafe, undeterred by the silent warnings around him, decided to up the ante. “Nai,” he whispered, his tone laden with suggestion, “I bet I could make your night more memorable than any other you've had here.”

Nailea's eyes flickered with a momentary annoyance, but she remained composed. “Your idea of memorable might not align with mine. I prefer to curate my own experiences.”

Rafe, emboldened by the atmosphere of the beach party, leaned in even closer, his words now a provocative whisper. “Nai, you're playing hard to get. I like a challenge. Let's make tonight unforgettable.”

Nailea's gaze remained steady, but a subtle tightening of her jaw hinted at the building irritation. “No thanks.”

Undeterred, Rafe pressed on with his relentless pursuit. “Come on, Nai, live a little. I promise you won't regret it.” His words lingered in the air, charged with a daring invitation.

As Rafe continued his suggestive banter, Nailea couldn't escape the subtle physical reactions her body betrayed. A warmth that crept up her skin, a quickening pulse—signs of an involuntary response to the allure of his words and his magnetic presence.

Internally, Nailea scolded herself for the physiological responses that seemed to betray her composed exterior. She chided the involuntary flush in her cheeks and the faint flutter in her stomach, reminding herself of the boundaries she had set and the desire for genuine connection over mere physical attraction.

While maintaining her outward poise, Nailea's internal monologue chastised the subtle betrayals her body exhibited. ‘Control,’ she reminded herself sternly. ‘Don't let his words and charm blur the lines you've drawn.’

The conflict within her intensified—the tug of attraction warring against her insistence on respect and understanding. Nailea found herself in a silent battle, both with Rafe's suggestive advances and her own body's response, as she navigated the intricate dance of desire and restraint in the vibrant chaos of the beach party.

Amidst the pulsating beats of the music and the lively chatter around them, Nailea confronted the internal conflict head-on. The tug-of-war between physical attraction and the need for emotional connection echoed in her mind, a private struggle unfolding beneath the surface of her composed demeanor.

As the night unfolded, Nailea's internal dialogue became a steady mantra, a reminder to maintain control and not succumb to the allure of the moment. The beach party continued, the unresolved tension creating an invisible thread that connected her to Rafe in a complex dance—one where desire and restraint battled for supremacy in the enigmatic landscape of the Outer Banks.

As Rafe persisted with his explicit innuendos, the crowd around them seemed to ebb and flow, the rhythmic beats of the music providing an unpredictable backdrop to their verbal exchange. The Kooks and Pogues, now more openly watching the drama unfold, exchanged speculative glances.

Sarah, growing increasingly uncomfortable with her brother's relentless advances, intervened. “Rafe, maybe it's time to ease up a bit.”

Rafe, however, was not one to back down easily. With a cheeky grin, he retorted, “Just trying to show Nai a good time, sis. She seems like she could use it.”

Nailea, seemingly unmoved by Rafe's persistence, decided to have the final word. “Rafe, a good time is also subjective. Your version and mine might not align. I suggest you redirect your efforts elsewhere.”

The tension between them lingered, creating a palpable energy in the air. Rafe, seemingly oblivious to the line he was treading, continued his flirtatious banter, intent on unraveling the mystery that was Nailea Boo. As the beach party unfolded, the enigmatic dance between the Outer Banks' most renowned womanizer and its new diamond continued, leaving those who witnessed it with a sense of anticipation about the uncharted territories that lay ahead.

The beach party continued, the music creating a lively backdrop to the unfolding drama. The Pogues and Kooks, each with their distinct reactions, witnessed the power play unfold—a clash of personalities that hinted at the intricate dynamics to come in the coastal haven. Nailea's stoic response to Rafe's flirtations only added to her mystique, leaving those who witnessed the exchange with a sense of anticipation about what lay beneath the surface of the mysterious newcomer in the Outer Banks.

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⚖️ Subtle Tyr Worship 🛡️

Try to take your promises more seriously; do your best to fulfill them

Own a weapon - be it self-defense or just one you admire

Take a walk/hike in nature; try to challenge yourself with doing a more difficult route (within reason; look after your well-being)

Have a candle that reminds you of him (no altar needed)

Wear jewelry that reminds you of him

Keep a picture of him in your wallet

Take a walk alongside a stream

Support causes you believe in; homeless shelters, humanitarian organizations, etc.

Volunteer at a homeless or animal shelter

Practice compassion towards others and yourself

Engage in random acts of kindness; holding the door for someone, offering to help someone carry something, giving to a family in need, etc.

Have a stuffed animal of any creatures you associate with justice, fairness, or courage; have a wolf stuffed animal

Keep imagery of spears/weapons, shields, scales, Viking warriors, promises/others, or self-sacrifice (specifically for the greater good) around

Practice patience and restraint, especially with people who bother/annoy you; you can also practice this towards yourself

Find healthy outlets for your emotions; martial arts, building, crafting, drawing, writing, etc.

Learn about emotional regulation; practice emotional regulation

Try to consider all perspectives in a situation; try to understand things from another's point of view; try not to immediately cast judgement

Practice not engaging in needless gossip; such things can end up being extremely harmful to all parties later on

Learn about healthy conflict resolution skills; try to implement these in your next conflict

Practice becoming more comfortable with the idea of conflict; it is only natural that we sometimes will disagree with people - that is not always a bad thing

Go outside of your comfort zone; challenge yourself by doing things/taking risks that intimidate you (to a reasonable degree)

Do someone else's chores or a task that is tough for them; offer to shovel snow for someone or do some yard work for them

Challenge yourself with some hard work; do something with your hands

Assert your boundaries; discover what your personal boundaries are; not all boundaries need be spoken

Let someone know when they've done something that bothers you; this is a kindness to both of you - a chance for them to learn

Tend to a garden - something that takes hard work or brings you peace

Feed neighborhood cats, dogs, birds, etc.

Donate supplies to homeless or animal shelters; hygiene kits are great for homeless, animal food and treats for animal

Focus on building a foundation of personal strength; know yourself inside and out; don't buy into the dumb things people may say, you know yourself better than others

Listen to your gut; work on trusting yourself

Exercise; get some movement throughout the day

Make something for someone else; make a gift yourself; a drawing/painting, a wood carving, a knitted blanket, a handmade candle, etc.

Check in with your loved ones more often, even just a quick "Hey, how are you" or "I love you"

Bake or cook something for your neighbors; hand them out; cookies, pastries, biscuits, etc.

Restore a vintage item; clean a toy or.important item from your childhood; take good care of your family heirlooms

Engage in family traditions or create your own c:

Get more comfortable with compromises; in disagreements, try to suggest them

If it's not something you're practiced at, learn to agree to disagree; we don't always have to prove our points, and that's ok

After a difficult day, take a warm bath/shower

Try your hand at a new skill or hobby

Support someone through a difficult time; support yourself through a difficult time

Know your limits when helping others; you need not sacrifice yourself for everyone you meet

Treat yourself with the same love and kindness that you treat others with

Make a list of your personal strengths; try to recognize them when they show up - maybe do this on a weekly, bi-weelky, or monthly basis

Surprise a loved one you live with by hanging up affirmational post it notes somewhere they'll see it; you can also do this for yourself

Get more comfortable with the idea that we don't get along with everyone; it's ok if someone doesn't like you

This is my list of discreet ways to worship Tyr. I hope someone finds this helpful. I'll likely add more in the future. Take care, everyone! 🧡

Link to Subtle Worship Master list

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feverdreamjohnny · 9 months

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Orbo's Odyssey - Post Mortem

My Feelings About The Game

It's an odd thing to try and pull together your thoughts about something so chaotic.

I guess it'd be easier to just catalogue how my emotions evolved as the project went on, and then wrap it up by trying to pull apart how I feel now, as arcane as that is.

I've been a part of a private developer community for a bit now, and during a majority of my time there I felt sort of like a fish out of water. I guess it was just weird seeing people at the top of their craft while my work sort of paled in comparison. A majority of them had a background in developing character action games or platformers with intricate movement systems, and that was absolutely outside the range of what I understood.

Late 2022 I decided to try and make a movement system with a really strong focus on momentum so I could feel "at home" with the other devs. So I made a small tech demo where most of Orbo's moveset was formed.

In the end it didn't really make me feel more confident in my work, but at least I proved to myself that I could tackle unfamiliar waters and make headway. Regardless, I left the tech demo where it was and continued to work on Nowhere, MI for the next few months.

I made a lot of progress on Nowhere, and around late November a publisher reached out to me to offer help. I was desperate, after all. I didn't have a lot of money to my name and this was the kind of lifeline I needed to secure so I could finish the game.

To cut a long story short, they kept delaying talks about the game over and over and it became increasingly clear to me that my dream of being funded wasn't going to happen.

I was sort of in a bad spot now. It was early 2023 at this point, and I was going to have to make a tough decision: delay Nowhere and get a retail job to make money (potentially losing sight of the project in the process), or find some other solution to secure funding. No other publishers were going to pick me up (and I really didn't trust a majority of them so I only had my sights set on a handful I felt I could trust), so I came to a new conclusion:

What if I just made something short, say in the span of a month or two, and sell it? Surely that would be easy.

Surely.

The Game

In March of 2023, I began working on the game. I wasn't sure what sort of format I wanted for the game at first, and I had initially considered a rogue-like arena combat game where you'd use the game's momentum mechanics to fight enemies, collect upgrades to improve your abilities, rinse and repeat.

The idea ended up feeling sort of strange when I began pre-production, so I ended up scrapping it.

I thought about the movement system some more and realized that it had a strange kinship to a game I had played just a month earlier: Super Kiwi 64.

Then I thought about Siactro's other games, how they were similarly small-scope platformers that seemed to perform well on Steam and Switch, and I realized that if there was something that would suit my own development style (focused around exploration and secrets), it was a 3D platformer.

The first month was fairly strong. I moved at lightning-speed, hammering systems into the game piece by piece. Collectables were done. Time trials (and their records) were done. Movement had been refined further and felt better than in the initial tech demo. There was also a lot of underlying structuring that I won't get into because it's boring (but important).

About a week in I even started working with my friend Tim (who's a professional environment artist), and we began working together on the hub environment (we brainstormed the layout, I designed the greybox, and he wrapped it up with the environment art).

It was going great, but as March was nearing its end I began to realize what I was dealing with.

"Oh, well yeah I mean I knew it wasn't going to be possible in a month! I'm sure if I grit my teeth it'll be done by the end of April!"

So April came along. Tim and I finished the hub area, I got the world portals set up, and eventually we moved to the first level of the game, Shlarp City.

Tim managed to get a decent chunk of the decorative props done, but circumstances were changing and he had a fulltime job in the industry to attend to, so he had to leave the project.

I reasoned "well, I sort of know how to do environment art and I guess I can just go on without help."

Shlarp's greybox was done, and I was sort of happy about the layout. Some friends playtested the game and liked the movement, so I felt a bit more optimistic about the project.

Despite the boost in optimism, I was starting to feel some kind of dread leaking in. My nights were becoming more frantic and troubled, more than they already had been.

I moved onto the next level, reasoning that it'd be best to get the greyboxes for all of the levels finished first, then return for an art pass afterwards. It was the sensible thing to do, after all.

So I began work on Dunbarrow Mines, and this time I was alone. I finished the greybox, and while I wasn't a huge fan of the level, at least it was done. I moved onto Sleepytime Manor and similarly got the greybox finished. Even since the beginning of the month, something was starting to grow inside of me. April was coming to a close, and I still had another level to greybox, a boss fight, secret areas to add, and an art pass on the entire thing. I hadn't really developed much of a game at that point, just 3 barren levels.

And so May came along.

And this was where it all went to hell.

I had been suffering from a lot of issues in my personal life for a while. The year prior had been particularly traumatic and the waves coming from it weren't done passing over yet. If anything the terror was that the major event from the last year hadn't even finished coming to fruition. The stress from everything had caused me to develop a disorder that made my blood acidic, melting away at my nerves. I fought hard and managed to improve my health, but the damage was done and the occasional return of the neuropathy was just a reminder that my life was spiraling downward.

I entered a period of intense stress and depression as waves of terrible memories came over me. I became neurotic. Started having trouble designing levels. It was already an issue for me, but as my mental state deteriorated I was hitting brick walls over and over.

I had my back against the wall. Game development was my only purpose in life, after all. I had been built for it, sacrificed so many hours to it, put everything else aside for it. The only thought going through my head was that I was dying, and that this stupid game was going to be my graveyard.

So roughly two months came by, with sparing work on the game. I finished Monolith station, but it had to be redesigned 3 times to reach the version you currently see in the game today.

The neurosis made me insane. Constantly seeing my peers succeeding while I flailed desperately in a pit was definitely not helping matters.

But something changed in June.

The Garden

I always had an on-and-off again relationship with plants. I had a sort of preternatural skill with growing things, but my interest waxed and waned a lot. The main thing that stuck through this on-and-off relationship were herbs, since they were easy to cultivate and they needed very little maintenance during the periods where I was losing interest.

As I began to take game development more seriously around halfway into 2021, I stopped gardening entirely.

But something very strange happened in the June of 2023. I was frantically compelled to return to it. I raked, toiled and weeded until I had a plot. Then I started buying seeds and began cultivating vegetables again for the first time in 2 years.

And for the first time in this nightmare I was finally happy about something. I don't know what compelled me to start cultivating plants again, but whatever it was, it rescued me from a very long, dark road.

After 2 weeks, I finally finished the final boss of Orbo's Odyssey.

The game needed a lot more work, but I was finally getting a foothold after months of misery.

Eventually my friend Ben was able to help me with the project, and we made a lot of headway. We brainstormed new ideas for how the player could get gear parts. He modeled a load of props. I scripted a load of systems. Finally, the game actually began to look like a game.

Ben was really important. He was optimistic about the project and wasn't suffering from burnout the way I did, and he helped me get out of my fugue. I can't thank him enough for his help.

After around half a year of hammering, we finished the game.

3 weeks after that, we released it to steam.

And about 2 weeks after the release, we're here now.

The Takeaway

Typically in post-mortems you talk about what you would've done differently, but I think this ending might be a bit different.

I'm not really proud of the level design. I think I also could've done better with my share of the environment art in some levels. I think there could've been more details. I think there could've been more content.

But there's no use kicking myself for what could've been. Of course the next game will be better. The mental state I was in during the development of this game was dire and it had a major impact on the quality of my work. I had to break out of a really bad mindset and try to find a better way of engaging with my life. That wasn't easy.

I think some gamers like to imagine that something that's fun to play was fun to make. It's true that sometimes there are moments where you get excited during game development, but at the end of the day the majority of it is just pure work and toil.

In the end, the reviews on Orbo were very kind. Even the negative reviews were at bare minimum sorta funny.

Hilariously the reviews that bothered me the most were actually positive. The perspective of these reviews was that the game was really the story of some little kid taking his thumb out of his mouth and naively making something he thought was fun. It mainly felt like a way for the reviewers to excuse the weaker elements of the game.

These are the reviews I hate the most. I don't care that they were positive. They're infantilizing. It makes it come across as though the shoddier elements of the game weren't a product of a person having a mental breakdown, but of a child smacking blocks together and making mistakes because he didn't know better.

If you really view art like that, I want you to lean in very closely and listen: Most of the time, people suffered to make something you could enjoy. You're welcome to praise or shun the art by itself, but don't patronize the creator for their effort. I didn't have fun making Orbo. I hated it. And even though I hated it I still tried to put passion into it, because I care about my work.

Anyway I'm glad it's over with. If I attempted to develop the game now it would probably be significantly better, but that's mostly because I've found better methods of managing my mental health.

I have to get back to work on Nowhere, and eventually I have to work on Peeb Adventures. For now, though, I'm taking a break. I'm tired.

Before I go I just want to thank some people.

Thank you Ben for being supportive and helping me make this game happen. I couldn't have done it without you, and I mean it.

Thank you Socpens and Grayfruit for streaming the game and for your kind words. It really means a lot to me, and it gave me a lot more confidence about Orbo's Odyssey post-release.

Thank you Tim for helping early on. I know it was a brief period between us, but I do appreciate the work you did.

Thank you (in no particular order) Bryce, Simone, Jett, Aaron, Quinn, Drew, Ian, and Cosme for being supportive of my work.

Thank you for the folks in the private dev server who were particularly supportive as well.

Thanks for reading.

#orbosodyssey

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