#'i have to be the ten since ur eleven'

[bitbrumal]

                                                                            QUESTION           @predvestnik​​​​​   ↤   accepting    ::   HE’S A 10, BUT...   ↩

‘ He isn't a ten. He's more like a bad, incomplete joke: seven, eight, nine. ’ Honestly, this was meant to target one Master Diluc, but can be about anyone—

DILUC  the rag in his fist creaks. red eyes drop to it with an incredulity that peers further inward: down into the tight, discomfiting squirm of his chest.       oh. i’m going to be sensitive about this. fantastic.  how mean. to be bullied like this, after a smooch? after allowing him to feel vulnerable & stupid & delicious—

it’s certainly impossible to guess what has his cheeks grow ruddy all over again:  the memory, or this shameless return to the norm.  perhaps it should be a blessing...

                            “ugh.”

 at least it asks for no delicacy in return. it wouldn’t be rude not to feel. no weeping maiden stands in line to curse his lineage for an affront she should have expected, angled for. ( no. no, that’s him right now, isn’t it? holy sh- )         don’t have to feel anything about this. ( right. because that was ever an option. )

[amakumos]

CUPID’S CURE — jake sim

synopsis. as the new admins of cupid’s corner, gunwook and eunchae make it their mission to get back some of the couples that jungwon’s girlfriend had unintentionally broken up. one of the couples on their list are you and jake sim, also known as the self proclaimed “rizzler of oz”. you haven’t talked to jake since the breakup — because one, you don’t think you’re quite over him yet, and two, you have zero reason to speak to him! that is, until eunchae works her “magic” — she decides to post a confession (apparently coming from jake himself), saying that he still loves you.

pairing. non-idol jake! x fem! reader

genre. smau, fluff, angst, crack, exes to lovers

warnings. swearing, jakeyn r goofy…, y/n in this smau is NOT the same as cupid’s conflict y/n or cupid’s corner y/n, but they will make appearances

taglist. closed

status. on hold

author’s note. another one of the cupid series! for our very own rizzler of oz😊😊and it’s exes to lovers omg this is my first exes to lovers smau ever 😱😱also ynwon rikiyn and gyuliz r happily together you’ll see more of them… and more HYUNGYEOM!!!!😂😂 okay i hope U enjoy this one ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️‍🔥

PROFILES — bananas in pajamas

ONE — do you still love sim jaeyun? TWO — eunchae saves the day? THREE — rizz god FOUR — ru fairy bread? FIVE — terrordactle SIX — im so sorry sexyaussieguy SEVEN — bro... kiss me EIGHT — not kiss just a lip high five NINE — ##### (roblox rizz) TEN — do u like formula ELEVEN — sexyaussieguy's emo era TWELVE — #ThankYouNichoJu THIRTEEN — what kind of dumb idea is that FOURTEEN — hyungyeom ure crazy! FIFTEEN — cupid comes out of retirement SIXTEEN — you're fired! SEVENTEEN — jungwon is MY god EIGHTEEN — is there hope for jakey/n NINETEEN — so cute… i hate them TWENTY — delusion is a superpower

[19burstraat]

Random SOC Trivia I Gathered On My Reread

I'll be using this for fics, but it's fun just to read!

Jesper does not hold alcohol well (though this is according to Kaz, who is not exactly impartial)

Wijnstraat, Nemstraat, Havenstraat, Ammberstraat are all street names if you want em

Van Eck has been involved in trying to clean up the Barrel; pious. (Allegedly pious, I doubt he really is)

1/5 Van Eck (or general Kerch trading?) vessels are lost at sea

Kaz arrested three times at ten, twice at eleven, once at fourteen. Does stints in jail but it does not say prison (ppl assume he's been to Hellgate / another prison but I don't think so. He'd never have shut the fuck up about it if he had; I assume the Stadhall Jail)

Kaz's cane is lead-lined. I wasn't sure if this was canon or fanon

Kaz runs book on prize fights, horses, and chance games. Floor boss at crow club since fifteen-ish. Youngest to run a betting shop and has doubled the profits.

Gambling halls: Treasure Chest, Golden Bend, Weddell's Riverboat, Silver Garter

West Stave brothels: The Blue Iris, The Forge, The Obscura, the Willow Switch, the House of Snow

Van Aakster is the widow mercher who sees Nina to ease his grief

Inej likes orange cakes in white paper

Black Tips tattoo is a hand with first and second fingers cut at the knuckle, Razorgulls is 5 birds in wedge formation

Nina Jesper and Kaz definitely all have the crow and cup; the others don't

Jordie seems to like books

ridderspel and spijker are arcade games

Bilge, clams, and wet stone smell in the Barrel (per Retvenko)

Kaz definitely is partial to dogs; Smeet's hounds and the grey dog the Hertzoon household had, the windup dogs, the metaphors. He loves a dog metaphor sorry ur not real babycakes you'd have loved thematic web weaving posts

Geldspin is the cotton mill in Zierfoort, Firma Allerbest is a cannery. Both in Alys' name

Wylan was 8 when Marya 'died'

the black veil tomb is carved like an ancient cargo ship

3 flying fish on a grave: government. Palm trees and snakes: spices.

Inej's mother braids her hair with orange ribbons (colour of persimmons)

University a series of buildings built around the Boekcanal and joined by Speaker's Bridge (where people debate and/or drink). Boeksplein four libraries built around a central courtyard and the Scholar's Fountain

Shipping container at third harbour is a Liddie hideout; Jam Tart House is an old hotel near the slat that the Razorgulls use

Long scar across Kaz's right knuckle

Violating contracts and interfering with the market can get you hanged in Kerch; same sentences as for murder (this is. Insane)

Haskell holds court with his mates at the Fair Weather Inn every week

Belendt is the second oldest Kerch city and sits on the Droombeld River

Jesper was 7 when Aditi died

Inej has an uncle (who seems to have some sort of ringmaster role) and cousins; Hanzi and Asha

Kaz convinced a locksmith in Klokstraat that he was the son of a wealthy merchant who highly valued his collection of priceless snuffboxes, and that's how he knows what locks the rich are using

Hubrecht Mohren, Master Thief of Pijl, who Kaz doesn't appear to think much of; one of Haskell's old cronies

Martin Van Eck, Wylan's great great grandfather, was a ship's captain, brought back a big shipment of spices from Eames Chin and started the Van Eck fortune

Kaz and Jesper (+ other Dregs boys) taught Inej to fight

Kaz and Jordie are from a town near Lij, as per the 'Johannus Rietveld' exposition, but Lij is seemingly the closest major city/county so it's easier to just say they're from Lij lol

The last time the Council of Tides appeared in public was 25 years prior to CK

Kaz found Filip running a monte game on Kelstraat; he also got the clerks who turned over fake info, the fake attorney, the man who gave them free hot chocolate

The spelling of Zentzbridge lapses to Zentsbridge, not sure which is right or if they're actually separate bridges or if there's a lot of wrong quotes floating around lol

Dryden house symbol is the golden wheat sheaf bound with a blue ribbon; Van Eck is the red laurel but we knew that

Kaz taught himself finance and gambling hall rules

Church of Barter roof is copper and long has turned green

Church of Barter built around the First Forge / The Mortar, which is a flat lump of rock that's supposedly Ghezen's altar

Ghezendaal Hospital is. Idk. a hospital. Just thought ppl might want the name

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

Can u pls pls pls do a smut where daniel is a lot older thn me, and put a strap around my neck saying “daddys slut” and slaps me on the face & spit on me

Also i love ur writing 🥺🥺🥺

Hell Yeah - Daniel Ricciardo

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warning - smut, under 18s dni, i'm sorry, (light) slapping, spitting, choking (?)

Ringing the doorbell, you stood outside Daniel's front door while you waited for him. No more than ten minutes ago, you had received a text from the Aussie saying he needed you at his house and now. 

As much as your friends said you shouldn't keep doing this with him since he was a whole lot older than you, around eleven years, and he had made it clear that he wasn't looking for a relationship. You were both there for the same thing, so you didn't mind. 

He opened the door, wearing a baggy shirt and comfy looking sweatpants, "You called?" you smirked, sauntering into the entrance hall. "Hell yeah I did," he said, looking you up and down as you walked. 

"Where do you want me?" you asked, dropping the trench coat to reveal the short denim shorts and the bralette that covered less than is showed off. "You can wait there," he said, padding up the stairs and into his room. 

Out of his bedside table drawer, he grabbed something that he was desperate to try out on you since he had seen it and bought it. He held it behind his back as he reapproached you, standing in front of you. "Can I try something on you?" he asked. 

He would always ask when it came to new things, even if he knew that you were going to say yes every time. You were open to trying whatever, and if you didn't like it, he would stop. "Yeah," you nodded as he came closer to you.

He revealed the item from behind his back, and it was definitely something you wanted to try out before. He secured the leather strap with a large metal ring in the center around your neck. "What do we do with this now?" you asked, not sure on where this was going.

"Patience, princess, patience," he tutted, rummaging around in his pocket and producing a long, silver chain. Without another word, he clipped it to the silver ring and gave it a light tug, pulling you forward. As you gazed into his eyes, they darkened with a clouded haze of desire. 

"Come with me," he said, walking away from you and trying to pull you along with him. 

"But I want to do the couch first," you whined, knowing what would happen if you protested against what he said. Yanking you close to him, he lightly slapped you in the face. It had happened before, and it put a goofy smile on your face.

"Who are you?" he asked, wiping the smirk off your face, wrapping the chain around his knuckles, pulling you in so you were only a few centimeters away from him. "I'm..." you trailed off, trapped under his intimidating gaze.

"Are you a slut?" he spat, gripping the chain so the strap around your neck tightened and choked you slightly. "Yes," you nodded.

"Whose slut are you?" he asked condescendingly. 

"Yours," you told him, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

"And who am I?" he huffed, winding the chain even tighter around his hand.

"D-Daddy," you stuttered, knowing that was exactly what he wanted to hear. The whole 'daddy' thing was a complete accident. It slipped out once, and you found out that Daniel adored it. "So that makes you," he prompted.

"Daddy's slut," you told him, knowing how much he reveled in hearing those words come out of your mouth. "That's fucking right," he said, "Next time, I want that answer first time around, alright?" he instructed.

"Yes," you nodded, "Daddy," you drew out, loving how you could make him melt just by uttering a few words. "Good fucking girl, now come with me," he praised, tugging you along behind him like a dog on a leash. 

He dragged you through the house and up the stairs, straight into his bedroom. He may have been into things that were on the wilder side, but he was a sucker for the bedroom. 

It wasn't long before your shorts and bralette were on the floor, leaving you with the chain dangling down your chest. It was cold on your skin, but not unwelcome - not by any means. "On the bed, hands and knees," he instructed, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the floor. 

You didn't hesitate a bit, stepping over to the bed and crawling onto it. As instructed, you positioned yourself on your hands and knees. Behind you, you felt a presence as the mattress sunk by your knees. 

"So wet and I haven't even touched you yet... Such a slut for me," he groveled, placing one of his hands on your hip and tugging the strap around so he could still pull the chain from behind. "I don't even need to spend the time getting you ready for me, you've done it all by yourself. Such a good girl,"    

Even the tiny praises he sung for you got your heart pounding in your chest more than anything else could. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you were caught by surprise when you felt him teasing your entrance. 

As you waited, you shuffled your hips backwards, asking for him. "You've got to tell me what you want, princess," he teased, and you could just hear the smirk he had on his face as he spoke to you. "I want you to fuck me," you said, without skipping a beat.

"That's a good girl, knows what she wants," he said, tugging on the chain. Inch by inch, he eased into you and let you get accustomed to the stretch. Even if you both like it rough, he would always make sure you were comfortable before starting anything. 

Slowly, he started thrusting in and out of you, causing you to let out a moan of pleasure. "Oh, so that's how you like it?" he mocked, picking up the pace and yanking the chain a bit harder. 

"Fuck yes," you groaned, your hand slinking down to massage your clit to give you the extra stimulation that drove you over the edge. As he carried on rocking his hips back and forth into you, you were crumbling underneath him.

The room was filled with a combination of your moans, Daniel's groans of pleasure and the sound of bare skin slapping against each other. With his every movement, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to release. 

"Shit, don't stop," you pleaded, stars slowly starting to cloud your vision.

"God I love it when you beg for me," he mewled  as he tugged on the chain eve harder, cutting off your oxygen supply even more. It just made you even crazier for him. 

You felt hot tears pricking at the backs of your eyes as he sent you over the edge. Strings of expletives fell from your lips as tingles erupted through your body. Your legs and arms were buckling underneath you as you collapsed down to the mattress in a crumpled heap.

"You're not done yet, princess. Come on, up," he said, tapping you and you rolled over to look at him. "You've got one more thing to take care of, baby," he cooed, pulling you up by the chain that was still around your neck. 

You sunk down to your knees in front of him, immediately taking his sodden dick in your hands and guiding it into your mouth. As your head bobbed back and forth, up and down, you were gagging every time it hit the back of your throat. 

The more you went, the drier your throat became. Just as he was about to reach his climax, you pulled back, gasping for air and trying to build up some more saliva in your throat.  "Princess, come on now," he sighed, disappointed. 

"Too dry," you choked out, looking up at him through glassy eyes. 

"Open," he tutted, and you opened your mouth with your head still tilted up to him. A wad of spit plopped into your mouth with a wet thud, some of it landing on your lips. You tongue poked out to collect the droplets, and you were soon ready to get back to business.

You picked back up where you left off, your hands gently twisting around the base and your head bobbing up and down the length of his shaft. One of his hands balled your hair up in a fist behind your head, moving your head with more ferocity.

"Shit, princess. Just like that. Such a good fucking girl," he rambled on through gritted teeth. He threw his head back as low groans rumbled out from his throat. He didn't need to tell you that he was about to finish, you felt him twitching in your hands. 

Just like that, hot, salty liquid spewed out into the back of your throat, and it slightly burned as you swallowed it. As you drew your head back, the tip sprung out with a satisfying 'pop'. You ran your tongue over your lips, soaking up the final few remnants. 

"You did such a good job," he praised, unclipping the leather from around your neck. He pulled you up off your knees and gently guided you over to the bed, pushing you down. He collected a warm washcloth from the bathroom to clean you up, before snuggling in bed next to you.

He pulled you close so your head was resting comfortably on his chest and you could hear his heart slowly beating. "You did great, baby," he softly mumbled, pressing a soft kiss into your hair. For a moment, you thought you could get used to this, but you mentally scolded yourself. 

This was never meant to be more, and you would just have to be content with what you had. 

A/N - I hope this was alright! I didn't have a clue how to write some of it and I tried my best. If anyone has any other submissions/requests, I would love to write them. Thank you and have a wonderful day!

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[stevebabey]

hiii ruby !!! congrats on ur milestone i think ur so cool and funny and ofc so so deserving :D for ❤️‍🔥 can i request forehead against forehead from prompt list 5 bc i am a sucker for it <33 thank u ily !

ahhh!!! anna you are so lovely <3 thank u sm for picking this one it opened pandoras BOX in my brain and i think this is by far my absolute favourite i've written this whole damn celebration & its bcos its, of course, friends to lovers <3 - 1.7k+

The wish is far-fetched.

You knew that from the beginning and yet, like wishes were stackable, like wishing for something over and over would improve its odds of happening, you couldn’t help yourself. Every eyelash, every time the hands of the clock line up at 11.11, you wish desperately.

Eyes scrunched closed, you wish for Steve.

You have him, of course, just not quite as you want him.

It feels selfish, the hungry feeling that rises in your chest when you look at him too long, eyes drinking in every detail you adore. Long lashes, hazel eyes, lips so pink it wasn’t fair. You want him all to yourself. These are not the usual thoughts of a best friend.

Sometimes, the yearning seems to carve out every part of you til you feel hollow inside; because you’d offer it all out to him, every piece of yourself between your cupped hands, his if he only wanted it.

You want him to want it. To want you. Badly.

So, you wish. At this point, it feels more like a habit than anything — the clock hits eleven minutes past 11 and you send a little prayer out to the universe to give you this one thing. You don’t notice how Steve notices.

He can’t quite connect the dots in the beginning, can’t see the pattern that strings together all the things he’s noticed. How from time to time, you’ll close your eyes and squint just a bit— but then, quick as it happens, it’s gone. You’ll open your eyes, look over back at him, and continue on as if nothing has occurred.

Steve doesn’t pry, even though he really wants to — the first time you notice him watching you, he raises his brows, a silent what was that? with a hope you’ll clue him in. He wants in on all your secrets. But in an instant, he can see the embarrassment creep across your features, so he drops it, waving his hand, and resumes talking, eyes back on the road ahead of him.

After a month of subtlety catching the habit of yours that he's come to cherish, the sweet scrunch of your eyes and gentle clench of your fists at your side, Steve notices the clock.

You check the clock, most of the time, before your eyes flutter closed. It happens late in the morning and close to midnight. But then again also at random intervals, at times he’s not expecting. The frustrating pattern evades him even though he’s noticing. Noticing is, infuriatingly, not enough.

It takes another month for Steve to realise you’re wishing.

He’s enamored with the habit now — especially, now he knows you’re sending little hopes, blowing on eyelashes with the fervor of a little kid. The craving to know your secrets, to be trusted with your wishes, has grown ten-fold since he first noticed. Steve notices just about everything about you now.

It’s hard not to. What started as trying to comprehend your peculiar pattern, has become... something entirely different. Steve feels helpless to do anything but admire you now. His feelings for you have become startlingly fond, borderline sappy.

The sound of your laughter and how it threads gold into his days marvels him. The colour of your eyes in the morning light. How you curl up in his passenger seat like it’s the comfiest place you’ve ever known, like you could sit there all day with him. If he asked. 

He’s pretty sure his heart strayed from best friend territory the moment he figured out the wishes. Maybe, he’s fooling himself and it’s always been this way.

It’s on his mind, even as the two of you sit at the back of the Hawk theatre, some garbage Sci-Fi film flickering on the screen. Normally, the back of the cinema was unofficially reserved for couples that wanted to make-out — Steve had pulled that move on a dozen dates. Picked a cheesy romance and the cozy darkness of the back of the theatre.

This is not the same, he knows. It’s not a cheesy romance film, you’re not quite at the back, and most importantly, this is not a date.

Steve really wishes it was.

“Hey,” Your whisper shakes him from his thoughts. Steve’s gaze moves from boring into the back of the chair in front of him to your concerned face. “Y’okay?” 

You’ve turned towards him, shoulders hunched over like you might disturb other people in the cinema if you’re too big. It’s silly, there’s barely anyone else in here but you and Steve. A couple people a few rows forward.

Steve nods, throat dry. You don’t look convinced, eyes narrowing for a moment as if you’ll say something when your expression shifts. You focus on something below his eye.

“What?” Steve whispers, too aware of your fixed stare. His nerves creep up, feeling a bit flushed beneath your attention. Your hand comes up, reaching out to graze across his cheek and Steve forces himself to stay still. To not melt into the touch.

“S’just an eyelash.” You whisper, still focused. Thumb moving gently as you can, you sweep the eyelash beneath his eye off his cheek. It moves an inch but remains stubbornly on his skin. You huff silently, turn his way a little more, and lean in closer to try pinch it. It takes a moment as you try your best not to pinch Steve at the same time.

When you finally snag it between your fingertips, victory comes in the form of your pleased smile. It takes another moment to realise just how close you’ve gotten to Steve. Leaned over, his breath fans over your face and you can see the film reflected in his eyes, action sequences playing far, far away.

Faintly, you think that if you had your wish already, you could lean in a few inches further and steal a kiss. You think of the eyelash in your fingertips.

The thought knocks sense back into you, blinking hard, but just as you go to pull back Steve’s eyes flash down to your lips. He licks his own, then swallows, looks back up at you. A wretched thread of hopes keeps you from pulling back just yet — desperately praying you’re not reading into nothing.

Steve doesn’t pull back. His heart has hiked so far up his throat he’s surprised he’s able to get any words out at all.

“What are you wishing for?” He croaks, too quiet. You hear it anyways.

Surprise shows on your face, lips parting and eyes widening just a moment. Steve wants you to give back the eyelash just so he can make his very own wish right now.

“How did you... know?” The last word is meek, only audible because Steve is so close. He wants to be closer. He moves an inch, recalling every single time he’s gotten the signals right in the past to keep him from losing his nerve. Tries not to think about what he might lose should he be wrong this time.

“You,” He huffs a little laugh, searching your eyes, trying to see if it’s the same hope he feels inside that he’s seeing in your eyes. “You close your eyes and wish on every 11.11. And— and eyelashes and dandelions too. You do this little squint, like you’re thinking real hard about what you want.”

Unable to help himself, Steve steals another glance at your lips as your tongue darts out to lick them nervously. His chest rises and falls a bit fast, nerves urging his pulse to run faster, faster. God, he’s nervous. Steve can’t remember ever being so nervous at the mere chance of just a kiss.

“So, what're you wishing for?” He asks again, in a whisper just for you two.

The film illuminates the side of your face, shadows dancing across the lines of your cheek. You’re beautiful, Steve thinks, achingly so. The silence twists his heart painfully. He doesn’t know you’re merely gathering your hopes to spit out the honest answer.

“You.”

You whisper the word quickly, knowing if you have a moment to think about it you’ll tuck it and all your selfish desires back away into your heart. But you ache for this moment — hunger devouring your insides with how much you want to kiss the boy before you. Enough that you’ll risk it.

It’s worth the risk.

The single word sets Steve off and he closes the distance between you in an instant, lips against yours. It’s gentle as he can manage while his heart works overtime pumping molten-hot affection into every part of his body. He feels giddy. He nearly forgets to memorise the curve of your lips, the warmth of this against his own, it feels so deliriously good to be kissing you. He thinks he’s been missing this his whole life.

You look a little dazed when Steve pulls back, lips with a sheen that catches the flashes of the cinema screen. You don’t speak, just blink and sink your teeth into your bottom lip, mind miles away. Your lack of a smile worries Steve; he feels like he could burst with how he wants to beam if this is what you want too.

He gathers his courage and presses forward again, til his forehead against yours. Tells you what he knows to be true, what you’ve been dying to hear. “You have me.”

Your eyes snap up to meet his and you give Steve a flood of relief, lips pulling into a smile. A small laugh of disbelief titters out of you, your smile transforming into a grin that betrays your utter happiness. This close, you let the want take over you and lean in to steal another kiss off his lips. He gives it to you sweetly and oh-so-willingly.

You stay this close, nose nuzzling against his, both your heads bowed to meet each other in the middle.

“I’ve been wishing on you for months,” You admit bashfully, your whisper wobbling in your embarrassment. You’re worried the enormity of your want for him will scare him off. Steve’s grin somehow gets wider, eyes somehow fonder. His voice comes out a bit scratchy, all sticky with affection.

“I think you’ve had me the whole time.”

It’s the honest truth. You’re not even mad about lost time because when he kisses you again like that, there’s no doubt that now? He’s all yours.

[urfavoritedcwhore]

𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙<3

the goldfinch fics:

the russian boy series(not complete):

part one: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/757313040130703360/the-russian-boypart-one?source=share

part two: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/757397374398300160/the-russian-boypart-two?source=share

part three: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/758404629284470784/the-russian-boypart-three?source=share

part four: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/758647360552370176/the-russian-boypart-four?source=share

part five : https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/758647986258690048/the-russian-boypart-five?source=share

part six: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/758729107941015552/the-russian-boypart-six?source=share

part seven: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/758849762276605952/the-russian-boypart-seven?source=share

part eight: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/758938909295116288/the-russian-boypart-eight?source=share

part nine: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/759120803236364288/the-russian-boypart-nine?source=share

part ten: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/759208726518513664/the-russian-boypart-ten?source=share

part eleven: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/759343339599527936/the-russian-boypart-eleven?source=share

part twelve: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/760025567064211456/the-russian-boypart-twelve?source=share

part thirteen: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/760481807401615360/the-russian-boypart-thirteen?source=share

part fourteen: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/760650261170733056/the-russian-boypart-fourteen?source=share

part fifteen: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/761030594275786752/the-russian-boypart-fifteen?source=share

part sixteen: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/761110155274387456/the-russian-boypart-sixteen

part seventeen: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/761479367298793472/the-russian-boypart-seventeen

part eighteen: https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/763377380311072768/the-russian-boypart-eighteen

boris smut//fluff(not complete):

drug sex (smut): https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/756403673390825472/drug-sexborisxfemreader?source=share

take care of her for me (smut): https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/756765964470730752/take-care-of-her-for-meborisxtheoxfemreader?source=share

comforting her (fluff): https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/760749916634202112/hii-sso-i-was-thinking-if-you-could-do-a?source=share

boris headcannons (smut&fluff): https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/760909071157215232/book-boris-as-your-boyfriend-hcssome-sexual?source=share

say it (smut): https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/761301483654414336/hey-queen-since-ur-reqs-are-open-could-you-write

coriolanus snow:

school project (smut): https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/747709591519903744/school-projectsmut?source=share

henry winter(not complete):

dinner at the lake house (smut): https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/761207230946246656/dinner-at-the-lake-househenry-winter-x

let me help you (fluff): https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/763437874263752704/hi-lovely-i-come-bearing-a-henry-winter-request

phone sex (smut): https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/763662845488644096/phone-sexhenry-winter-x-femreader

break (prelude to phone sex): https://www.tumblr.com/urfavoritedcwhore/764209892614668288/idea-for-henry-marchbanks-winter-fanfic-he-gets

this is my first time making a masterlist, so please tell me if you have any issues accessing the links! i will be adding all my new posts to this from now on<3

[inhonoredglory]

i dont know if you partake in any of the doctor who comics at all - i certainly dont. i like keeping my sanity safe (its a mess of strange stories and paradoxes from what ive been able to tell. as are most comic series). but recently there was one that elaborated a bit on rose and the metacrisis’s life post journeys end, and its one of the few pieces of media we have for them. i didnt care enough to read the whole thing, the only interesting part to me was apparently they had a little girl named mia, and ive been thinking abt that dynamic nonstop since. cant decide how realistic it is for them, but on the otherside augh its so sweet. anyway, i just wanted to ask how you feel about rose and the metacrisis in general, and whatever that entails. curious abt ur thoughts on them!

- armin anon/lesbian anon/whatever you feel like calling me lol

OMGG my anon (of many names lol)! OK first off, I drafted some of this way back but forgot to add on and post, so in the words of our beloved Doctor,

🌹 But onto the DW comics and Meta-Crisis/Rose!!

I only recently started reading the comics, starting with the ones about Gabby Gonzalez by Nick Abadzis, and I have to admit:

They make me yearn pretty fucking hard to run away and travel with the Doctor. There's some killer art by Elena Casagrande that feels so much like the Doctor we know and love (that kindness, that earnest love.... god!! my heart and soul!!).

But I warn ye (any readers of this post), DO NOT TOUCH Volume 2 by Robbie Morrison. He takes Ten blatantly out of character, making him out to be an arrogant bastard who belittles his companion and is flippant in the face of suffering. (Morrison watched too much Eleven, methinks 🙈)

I haven't read the Rose/Meta-Crisis comic yet (part of the Empire of the Wolf series), but I did see the important panel from that series, showing Rose's daughter Mia:

I think the Meta-Crisis settling down to have a family with Rose is pretty in-character and very much what the Tenth Doctor would have wanted, as much as it hurt him.

Because Ten fundamentally felt unworthy of Rose.

💔 The Doctor's Trauma

Rose was strong and compassionate and amazing, and Ten had done so much, seen so much, experienced so much tragedy and guilt. He's a man wrecked by PTSD, depression, shame, and self-blame. He felt like it wasn't fair to her that she'd sacrifice her life to someone who would go on living and changing and becoming a different person, while she grew old and died in a world without a home and away from everyone she knew.

He didn't want her to become like him, homeless and without the love of friends and family, because to be him is to be alone. And he didn't want that for her. Because he wanted her to be happy, not just momentarily, but for the rest of her life.

Ten is a man who loathes taking life, and it weighs on him every time someone sacrifices who they are because they love him.

It's no surprise Ten's entire decision about the Meta-Crisis took place after Davros massively guilt-tripped him into thinking it was his fault that all those people died. (It wasn't.) But Davros played on Ten's depression and trauma, manipulating Ten into thinking he had done unforgivable things to the people he loved. (when in fact those people died because they were inspired to be selfless like him, or were killed someplace beyond the Doctor's reach)

I've actually been doing a lot of research on Ten's trauma (including invaluable insight from Judith Lewis Herman's famous book Trauma and Recovery). This journal article about Major Depressive Disorder speaks so deeply to Ten's character, especially post-Time War and post-Davros:

"Guilt promotes altruistic behavior via acting out reparative tendencies, whereas shame reduces altruism by means of increasing social and interpersonal distance."

This explains so much about Ten's choice to sacrifice his own happiness and ask Rose to take his Meta-Crisis as her life partner. He's pushing her away, isolating himself. He's rejecting the people he loves the most because he's in a very, very dark place.

🖤🤍💜 An Asexual (Meta) Reading

There's so many reasons that Ten felt he couldn't give Rose the life she wanted (his trauma, his values). There's one angle I've been sifting around in my head in the past couple years, and it's more of a headcanon than anything: For me, because of the way the Doctor's character has been established since 1963, the Doctor's own asexuality is an almost meta-conceptual reason why the Doctor in general can't have a "normative," family life.

He couldn't say "I love you"—not because he didn't love her. (He loved her more than he ever loved himself.) But also because he knew what saying those words would mean: the expectations, the responsibility, the behaviors he felt she deserved to have from him because those words carry so much weight in human culture. All those things he could not give her.

But the Meta-Crisis could. I personally headcanon that the Meta-Crisis is not asexual like the Doctor. (Just like John Smith may not have been asexual either.) The point of both John Smith and the Meta-Crisis is showing how much they differ from the Doctor—and I think sexuality is one of those differences. It's why it was so easy for John Smith to imagine a traditional life, why it was so easy for the Meta-Crisis to promise his entire world and his entire self to Rose on that beach.

🌹 The Meta-Crisis and Rose Tyler

Which brings me back to the Tentoo himself. He was born in battle and he can die, but what does that exactly mean for his life with Rose? It's fascinating because to imagine the Doctor feeling mortality and knowing he cannot cheat death anymore—that's a horrific, terrifying thing.

There are actually two Big Finish Audios that explore this traumatic realization for the Doctor, and what that does to him. (They're both one-shots from Jackie's POV and narration, and you can listen to them here: Part 1, Part 2).

It makes Tentoo lean into his Ninth-era darkness, a ruthlessness to villains driven by the fear that he cannot protect Rose because he is not indestructible. But luckily for him, there are people he loves around him (Jackie and Rose) who keep him from that darkness.

Additionally, the Big Finish stories lean into the fact that Tentoo and Rose aren't sitting idly by. Both of them work for Torchwood and are growing their own TARDIS to continue to defend the Earth.

They don't settle down into a domestic life, at least not right away, and I think that suits them both. We know how much Rose didn't want the life of eating chips and watching telly. But listen to what RTD's Doctor Who has always tried to say: How deeply important the everyday things are, how much the Doctor, for how amazing they are, craves for a life of simplicity and the stupid little things that define humanity.

Because here's the key: It wasn't the everyday things that bothered Rose. Like she told Mickey in "Parting of the Ways":

ROSE: But what do I do every day, mum? What do I do? Get up, catch the bus, go to work, come back home, eat chips and go to bed? Is that it? MICKEY: It's what the rest of us do. ROSE: But I can't! MICKEY: Why, because you're better than us? ROSE: No, I didn't mean that. But it was. It was a better life. And I don't mean all the travelling and seeing aliens and spaceships and things. That don't matter. The Doctor showed me a better way of living your life. You know he showed you too. That you don't just give up. You don't just let things happen. You make a stand. You say no. You have the guts to do what's right when everyone else just runs away

Rose didn't hate the domestic, everyday life. She hated how life had no meaning.

She hated how people let things happen to them, without challenging anything or standing up for anything. She didn't want to travel as much as she wanted to live, to be something and do something with her life.

And that's the magic of Doctor Who, particularly RTD's era. Because you can be amazing and you can have meaning even without the Doctor, but the Doctor shows you how.

You stand up for what you believe is right and you choose to give meaning to what you do in life. You don't need to travel the stars to do that. You can make choices that give your life meaning right here and now. You can believe in something. You can find meaning in your place in the universe. You can give your enthusiasm and time to something that is important. Meaning and purpose comes from how we see the world, and that change in perspective is what Rose finds with the Doctor.

If Rose is with someone who can fill her life with meaning, who inspires her to see life as a beautiful adventure, then it really doesn't matter what she's doing with them. In The Impossible Planet, Rose was completely willing to settle down with Ten to "find a planet, get a job, live a life, same as the rest of the universe." Why? Because she'd be with him.

ROSE: This lot said they'd give us a lift. DOCTOR: And then what? ROSE: I don't know. Find a planet, get a job, live a life, same as the rest of the universe.

If I imagine Tentoo as a dad, I can't help but imagine him like Tennant himself. Kind, giving, selfless, and loving. I think Tentoo would be so afraid of letting someone hurt his child, because he hasn't had a family in so long, and he isn't the same man he was in those ancient days when, as a completely different man, he had a family.

He's a man still afraid of himself, still keenly aware of the inhuman things he's capable of. I think this fear would drive Rose and him closer together, like it did when he was Nine. But Tentoo is more self-aware now, more willing to grow and change and be different. Because he's the Doctor who was given a second chance, to live the life he thought he'd never have with the person he loves. He wants to be different to make this work.

I also think Tentoo would be the Doctor who passes on his title after he's gone. Not that I like to think about Tentoo dying one day, but let's be real: Where would his TARDIS go? As a half-human, I think Tentoo could imagine Mia taking on the role of Defender of the Earth when he and Rose have passed on. She would have been there to see it grow, and she would have been there when Tentoo and Rose first stepped out into the stars with this brand-new TARDIS. Because of his mortality, I think it would make Tentoo more open to sharing the secret, sacred things of his Gallifreyan people with the family he chose to start. He's not alone anymore, he has someone to share it with, someone who will pass it on after him and keep the world safe in his stead.

Which is all to say, I think it's a gift that Rose has the Meta-Crisis. Because when Ten regenerated and became, as he said, a completely different man, she was able to stay with the person she fell in love with and explore what that life was like, to have him with her for all of her life, and all of his.

[forsworned]

a mutually arranged attachment. (yoriichi tsugikuni x reader)

warning(s). none

categories. f/m

relationships. modern college student au! yoriichi tsugikuni x f!reader

characters. yoriichi tsugikuni, surprise guest hehehe

author’s note.  suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper short update and i know it's crumbs bc im totally breadcrumbing you rn but i will post soon. im just trying to rehash this whole story and make it make sense you feel me, anyways enjoy the little bone i threw ur way if you want to be included in my taglist for this story lmk!

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『♡』 chapter thirteen: nothing but crumbs

It had felt like months since you had seen Yoriichi. In reality it had been only a few days since he had departed. Nothing like a good ole cry sesh to really help you regulate your emotions. Contact between the both of you was choppy. Signal where he was at wasn't so great, so he would call you when he could but it seemed to break up quite a lot. That is until he purchased satellite phones for the both of you to communicate through. That had helped put your minds at ease knowing that one another were still alive. 

The sound of Yoriichi's sigh made your stomach churn. 

"What?"

"I miss you. A lot. I feel like I've broken my promise to you already."

"I miss you, too, but don't say that."

Yoriichi paces around his room. The sound of floorboard creaking beneath him is heard through the phone. 

"Stop that."

"Sorry. Habit."

You laugh. "Just sit down. You're making me antsy here."

The line was quiet for a moment. You could tell he was drowning in his own thoughts. "So, how's the team coming along?"

Yoriichi cleared his throat. "It's a little harder than I thought. Ex-Hanafuda are a hana-ful."

You chuckled. "You're corny."

"I know." You could hear the smile in his voice. It made you hold onto the phone even closer as if it would provide any type of proximity to him. 

"It's taking a little bit of convinving is all, but I'll be back home before next week. I promise."

You sighed. Yoriichi felt his heart twist with guilt. Partially for leaving you behind and partially for lying. 

"Okay."

"You're never out of my sight, you know?" He peered down at the CCTV had installed in your room. 

You glanced up at and raised a brow. He smiled as he watched you lay back against his bed and wave. "Yeah, it's kinda creepy to be honest."

"Well, this is the only way I felt comfortable leaving you." He said as he flitted through the other cameras, getting a look around the permitter of your room. 

"It's still creepy."

He chuckled as he balanced his phone between his shoulder and skipped back to you. Your eyes drooping and your breathing getting slower. He could tell you were starting to drift off to sleep. 

"No doubt. You should sleep. I know it's late over there."

"Wouldn't you know?" You counter rather quickly. "Sorry."

He chuckled at your swiftness. "Sleep."

"'Kay. Night. Miss you." You murmured as you half-heartedly blew a kiss to the camera with closed eyes.

"Good night. Miss you more."

And with that he watched as you hung up the phone and snuggled into his bedsheets wearing the last set of pajamas he had worn before he left. He frowned. Yoriichi's heart ached for you. 

"Boss, are we heading out to meet the folks yet?" A head popped out from behind the door.

"Yeah, I'll be there, Haganezuka." His eyes never leaving the screen as he observed the way your chest rose and fell, fast asleep as cute as could be.

"Yoriichi."

He clicked his tongue. "Alright."

He put the monitor down and checked the app on his phone to make sure it was still connected to his home set up. He knew that Koshi was there along with more security guarding you at all times, but he couldn't help but feel worried.  He sighed as he padded out the room and began to make his way to the front door.

"So slow. We don't have all day."

Yoriichi ignores Haganezuka as he put on his shoes and meticulously tied his shoe, taking his sweet time. This had only vexed his fellow clan member. 

"Are you trying to get on my nerves?"

Yoriichi peeped up at him with a mischevious smile. "Maybe."

The man glanced down at him intently. "Brat."

"Tell me what's on the agenda today."

Haganezuka sighed as he pulled out his small notepad with a small schedule he had written out for the day. Reading out what he had set up for the day as Yoriichi had laced up his boots.

"...and obviously the most important part, meeting with [name's] parents."

Yoriichi's lips formed into a thin line at the mentioning of meeting [name's] parents behind your back. It wasn't like he didn't want to tell you but it would make things less emotional if they had kept you out out of it. 

"Don't look so glum. I'm sure her dad will hate you." 

"Is that suppose to cheer me up?" Yoriichi sat up to brush of his jeans.

Haganezuka beamed at him. "Nope."

Yoriichi sighed as he opened the door letting the light flood in. A new kind of resolve had coursed through him. He was the one who got you into this mess after all. It was now his turn to make it all worth your while.

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[the-colourful-witch]

i just found ur account and wanted to let u know that i’m absolutely obsessed!!

i love the way u somehow combine this childlike wonder and nostalgia i connect with discovering the hp-verse so many years ago with the modern versions and stories i have in my head now. just beautiful.

You know, this wonderful message made me stop for a minute. I was just sitting casually at the breakfast table, eating my oatmeal, reading my little book, sipping my coffee, listening to my Dad mutter about taxes, and my mother giggling over cat videos... Every regular Friday morning, right? ... Where was I? Oh right, I read your message! And I felt my heart swell <3 Thank you. It's so lovely to hear that you experience my art like this. I do these drawings mostly for fun because I've always loved drawing HP characters and putting my own spin on the world. And since creating this blog, that has changed so much. For the better, don't worry :) I get messages like this and I'm reminded of how much fun it is to share art. I think I read all the books for the first time when I was nine...? Nine or ten, I think. It changed my life! It sparked a lifetime of reading pleasure and an obsession with fantasy and fairytales. Then, I was already drawing the characters and imagining how it would feel to live in the Wizarding World. And it's just like you said, creating this art now feels nostalgic, yet new at the same time. We're all adults now (most of us, I think, I don't actually know) but we can't let childlike wonder ever go away. It is what keeps us creative and opens our minds and hearts to new and exciting experiences. That is what I want people to feel when they experience my art. The little spark of magic that never really went away. My art is for the eleven-year-old versions of ourselves that never got their Hogwarts letter.

[typicallyriarkle]

update when :')

Hello friend, I wish I could give you a straight answer but I truly don’t know :((((

Not that anyone asked but my part-time job unexpectedly became full-time at the beginning of October so I’ve lost basically all my writing time to working and commuting :/

Excuses aside, I do have chapter ten pretty much entirely drafted. I’ve been holding off on posting it bc, to be completely honest, it’s a very angsty chapter. Posting it and then disappearing for a month(or more) feels so mean. I’ve been trying to work on later chapters, create a bit of a backlog, so we don’t end up with constant month-long wait times. But now I’m realizing sitting on chapter ten after the way chapter nine ended is probably just as mean as posting the angst….

Since you were kind enough to ask, maybe I can continue being mean and turn the question back on you? What would you prefer? Chapter ten now with an undetermined wait time for chapter eleven or chapter ten later with biweekly(weekly if we’re being really optimistic) updates following afterward??

Sorry for my long-windedness. I guess my short answer to ur question is: ???

Thank you for asking though, it really makes me so teary that ppl care enough about this story to wait and inquire between updates. And it’s also a huge motivator to find time to write despite my busy schedule… anyway ur wish is my command, so let me know what you want <3

[smokeybrandreviews]

Much Ado About Nothingness

We are almost halfway through the year and Manjuu finally blessed us with new Event! Iron Blood Event content, at that! Iron Blood event content that has a brilliant new Ultra Rare Ship in the banner! You absolutely know I'm making a run today! I’ve stacked Cubes and Finishers for months. I have hundreds of these things, literally stockpiling for this, specifically. Sure, I've burned a few here or there for a couple of Reruns but all of my everything in Azur Lane, is primarily for my darling Kraut dock. it’e wild because the drought has been long and arduous. I’ve literally just been doing side quest since the turn of the year but now, i can get back to the main campaign. Sh*t’s dope, sure, but it’s at the cost of Marco Polo. I’m still in the middle of constructing her and now she gets to be put on the back burner because Bismarck Zwei needs just SO much love! Off the top, this was the most expensive Banner at which I've ever made a run. It took all two hundred rolls, man. so many of my Cubes, sacrificed to the cruel, cruel, Gacha gods. I’ve played this game for years and, up to this point, never had to take the Pity.

The most cubes I've used on Banner ships was eighty. Actual years of luck. I guess it finally ran out because, goddamn, two hundred f*cking cubes, yo! My pockets are bare but it was worth it. I unlocked all of the ships available and, in the grueling process of burning all of my hard earned Cubes, was able to Limit Break every ship on that Banner, save U-556 META. Generally speaking, i don’t care about META ships so she’s just bonus. No, my prize is all of those UR Bismark Zweis. It took one hundred and seventy rolls but, on that last one, i popped three Zweis and my third U-556 META. Bro, i had already fully Limit Broken both Otto von Alvensleben and Regensburg. That’s five goddamn copies for each of those boats! By the fiftieth goddamn roll! I literally have two extra copies of Regensburg right now because i had to run that banner another one hundred and twenty goddamn times! By then, i just said “F*ck it” and kept going to gt the Pity. Why not? I had the Cubes and figured better that than buying one of those UR Bulin from the shop.

It’s wild that i pulled every ship available in this Event. It took a great deal but now I'm not even sure if i want to play the goddamn game! I mean, of course i will, i need to grind out that Affection so i can wife my new ships, but what would be more efficient: Grinding the Event or just grinding on of the Stage Eleven maps? Sure, there’s more Experience to be had on Stage Eleven but, i mean, there is Shop stuff i can buy. Cats can never have enough Rainbow Blueprints and there’s ten of those b*tches in there. I might just go that route, mostly because i still need to unlock Jade. She’s the Point Accumulation Reward for this event so unlocking her is only a matter of time. Ten thousand is a lot but i think i have a pretty healthy start. Maxing out those three Banner ships and getting them to level one hundred almost immediately, has to count for something, right? The other stuff added during his update is pretty dope, too. I love the new costumes, specifically Regensberg’s Dark Dragon, Brilliant Beach. That there is some quality Live 2D, i tell you hwat! The Wishing Well is back but i already have everything i want so it’s more a mute point for me. Still, i might use it to pick up a random boat, who knows? What i do know is I’m going to miss out on that Nelson Retrofit because i, apparently, don’t have Nelson in my Fleet. How is that even a thing? Whatever, it’s fine. I got another UR KMS boat in Zwei. That, alone, made this entire Event worth it for me.

[smokeybrand]

Much Ado About Nothingness

We are almost halfway through the year and Manjuu finally blessed us with new Event! Iron Blood Event content, at that! Iron Blood vent content that has a brilliant new Ultra Rare Ship in the banner! You absolutely know I'm making a run today! I’ve stacked Cubes and Finishers for months. I have hundreds of this things, literally stockpiling for this, specifically. Sure, I've burned a few here or there for a couple of Reruns but all of my everything in Azur Lane, is primarily for my darling Kraut dock. it’ wild because the drought has been long and arduous. I’ve literally been just doing side quest since the turn of the year but now, i can get back to the main campaign. Sh*t’s dope, sure, but it’s at the cost of Marco Polo. I’m still in the middle of constructing her and now she gets to be but on the back burner because Bismarck Zwei needs just SO much love! Off the top, this was the most expensive Banner I've ever made a run at. It took all two hundred rolls, man. so many of my Cubes, sacrificed to the cruel, cruel, Gacha gods. I’ve played this game for years and, up to this point, never had to take the Pity.

The most cubes I've used on Banner ships was eighty. Actual years of luck. I guess it finally ran out because, goddamn, two hundred f*cking cubes, yo! My pockets are bare but it was worth it. I unlocked all of the ship available and, in the grueling process of burning all of my hard earned Cubes, was able to Limit Break every ship on that Banner, save U-556 META. Generally speaking, i don’t care about META ships so she’s just bonus. No, my prize is all of those UR Bismark Zweis. It took one hundred and seventy rolls but, on that last one, i popped three Zweis and my third U-556 META. Bro, i had already fully Limit Broken both Otto von Alvensleben and Regensburg. That’s five goddamn copies for each of those boats! By the fiftieth goddamn roll! I literally have two extra copies of Regensburg right now because i had to run that banner another one hundred and twenty goddamn times! By then, i just said “F*ck it” and kept going to gt the Pity. Why not? I had the Cubes and figured better that than buying one of those UR Bulin from the shop.

It’s wild that i pulled every ship available in this Event. It took a great deal but now I'm not even sure if i want to play the goddamn game! I mean, of course i will, i need to grind out that Affection so i can wife my new ships, but what would be more efficient: Grinding the Event or just grinding on of the Stage Eleven maps? Sure, there’s more Experience to be had on Stage Eleven but, i mean, there is Shop stuff i can buy. Cats can never have enough Rainbow Blueprints and there’s ten of those b*tches in there. I might just go that route, mostly because i still need to unlock Jade. She’s the Point Accumulation Reward for this event so unlocking her is only a matter of time. Ten thousand is a lot but i think i have a pretty healthy start. Maxing out those three Banner ships and getting them to level one hundred almost immediately, has to count for something, right? The other stuff added during his update is pretty dope, too. I love the new costumes, specifically Regensberg’s Dark Dragon, Brilliant Beach. That there is some quality Live 2D, i tell you hwat! The Wishing Well is back but i already have everything i want so it’s more a mute point for me. Still, i might use it to pick up a random boat, who knows? What i do know is I’m going to miss out on that Nelson Retrofit because i, apparently, don’t have Nelson in my Fleet. How is that even a thing? Whatever, it’s fine. I got another UR KMS boat in Zwei. That, alone, made this entire Event worth it for me.

[iworshipdigitalmonsters]

How to code for in Java final fantasy three from Japan =

I support square enix since age thirteen years old by the way

Step one = make a red colored rectangle

Step two = make a red helmet of an onion child

Step three = make an onion child sprite

Step four = make the onion child sprite move in four directions

Step five = make the onion child fall down into the environment

Step six = make the onion child have an environment in the air altar cavern underground

Step seven = make the entire air altar cavern including the boss fight with the land tortoise

Step eight = make the nearby town of ur where the onion children grew up

Step nine = make the kingdom of Sassoon where the onion children reside in

Step ten = make the rest of the floating continent map

Step eleven = make the rest of….

….final fantasy three Japanese edition from 1990 ad

[buttered-milky]

Putting notes for myself and anyone else who might want to expand on this(?) here as I watch this for the fourth time in my life:

Spoiler warning for Jennifer's Body, if anyone cares

First off initial thoughts actually before I start the watch - this is a p good template for any sort of AU.

bi4bi. girlbossing. eating men. “She asked for no pickles” as literally an opening dynamic. The fucked up demonology of trying to sacrifice someone. Loser4loser alliances all around. Just some really weird girl trying to work through complicated feelings for her best friend.

(Secret bonus: the best friend can throw up ferrofluid which is so cool to me)

Okay speedrun the main points of Jennifer: she is a succubus. except she doesn't really fuck people, just seduces and then eats them. she was created because she was erroneously offered as a virgin sacrifice to satan, and since she is not a virgin, she came back wrong. she has to eat people to keep herself in good health. I mean, the worst that happens to her in the movie when she's hungry is that she gets grumpy and looks a little sick and sometimes her hair falls out. but the eating is kind of an innate instinct anyway. it's implied she can't eat normal food since she throws it up. she can be killed pretty much any way, though the movie advises stabbing through the heart to be safe.

OKAY OKAY MOVIES STARTING TIME TO ESSENTIALLY LIVE TWEET THIS AS NOTES

Jennifer…owns a horse?? I did not notice that in my first three viewings. it's not important to these notes but it's important to me

Ur damn right hell is a teenage girl. Also I like the firsthand telling of this. I don’t think writing this in first person would be the worst actually. Plus I mean…eddie is a storyteller. Like Needy!

Jennifer's cheerleader status is a free excuse to make Steve a cheerleader

Mein Gott the constant flirting between Jennifer and Needy. of course that would be necessary in any silly fic and any AU but yknow

The immense potential of “I wish more guys wore eyeliner” coming from Steve. the immense potential of bonding over how pretty rockstars are

Don’t u just love when trying to protect ur friend’s reputation ends up getting them erroneously sacrificed (not included in the fic idc that much)

They absolutely must hold hands. And eddie absolutely must have an “am I sure about this” moment

I cannot believe I didn’t consider the possibility Jennifer got drugged beforehand she is like Extra incoherent in those ten minutes (not important to the fic but again important to me)

Y’know under normal circumstances I’d put chrissy in chip’s place but I see this as post s4 so…but do what u want

I Love the came back wrong trope. Plus her slow smile here is so

The POWERFUL homoeroticism of “Are you scared?” And then kissing your friend’s neck after they nod

Writing Steve as Jennifer also has immense potential for bitchy moments. That’s like Jennifer’s main fucking quality. Although I do tend to think one of the only reasons Jennifer kills so many people is because she’s a bitch in the first place. Like the curse cranks her up to eleven.

Survivor’s guilt Noted

COLIN IS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER IN THIS ENTIRE DAMN MOVIE HES SUCH A LOSER okay back to notes

Dying and coming back wrong and getting Disney princess abilities so animals will watch you kill someone Noted

Needy is such a good Eddie template her mom is also presumably working nights

Side note to self: the bimbo heart outfit is actually very cute use that in a drawing.

They SHOULD watch rocky horror together

MY GOD COLIN IS SUCH A NERD if I didn't want this to last more than ten seconds as a fic I'd make Eddie him. he is the exact same brand of alternative kind of pathetic loser boy I love him. maybe in someone else's oneshot but not in my fic

"Are you scared? I mean I thought boys like you were really into vermin and death and shit" noted. "I need you frightened" NOTED

seeing your undead best friend while having sex NOTED

Ah yes, the important aspect of supernatural strength. crank that jock strength up to eleven babey

"We always share your bed when we have slumber parties"

there is also something to be said about killing everyone your best friend is even remotely interested in all while hardcore flirting with them

not relevant to notes but relevant to me: the band that sacrifices Jennifer kinda has some homosexual tendencies I never noticed Side Eye "that's a hot murder weapon" "it's a bowie knife" "bowie? nice" okay

"I woke up, and I found my way back to you" "I couldn't bring myself to hurt you" and of course "we can play boyfriend-girlfriend like we used to" all in the same scene

While we're here: I’m not gonna do this but if anyone else runs with this idea and also likes rockstar eddie, you gotta remember the band from this movie quite literally did sacrifice Jennifer for fame. Some lameass bar band did that. Idk man just saying there’s potential there ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ridiculous ass high school dance outfits GO

man she's trying super hard to drown him girl just go crocodile mode death roll that shit

oh I forgot she can just have shark teeth whenever she wants. okay cool. oh and she can (kind of) fly (it's just hovering like she's in the exorcist)

"I thought you only murdered boys" "I go both ways" BISEXUALITYYYY (yet another reason I need Steve to be this)

whoever I choose to be my chip stand in has to die (unless, of course, I just don't care that much. which for once I might not.)

"I think I already died but I woke up when I heard your voice" is this a chip line? yes. is it still so fanfiction? yes

yeah I do think I will keep the "biting my best friend's neck and then levitating us both and holding onto her with my legs" bit

aaaand absent parents coming in clutch for that sad sort of fucked up ending! Steve Harrington I have never been so glad to have never seen your parents even once it transfers so well onto this au

I will probably not include the aftermath bits in a fic but it is a pretty cool implication

I am making no commitments to writing any of this, but if anyone else wants to use these notes/ideas for something, go for it. doesn't even have to be a Jennifer's body au, there are just some banger lines here regardless.

Vampire eddie this vampire eddie that blah blah WHERE are the Jennifer’s body Steve fics Hm??? There is potential here I must say

[amakumos]

all clear! － yang jungwon.

synopsis: for as long as you’ve been on jyp university’s badminton team, your team’s main rivals have been hybe university. the rivalry goes way back, and as the team captain, you’re well aware of your team’s disdain towards the hybe team - but it just so happens that you’re secretly dating hybe’s team captain, yang jungwon. and since tournament season is coming up soon, the rivalry between hybe and jyp is stronger than ever, and you and jungwon both know that if the secret got out, conflicts would arise. you’ve heard of enemies pretending to be lovers, but have you heard of lovers pretending to be enemies?  genre: smau, fluff, crack, angst but only a teeny bit i Think, secret relationship pairing: badminton team captain! jungwon x badminton team captain fem! reader warnings: swearing, some players on the hybe / jyp team arent actually under those companies irl its just for Plot, ages are adjusted slightly bc . theyre in university, ignore timestamps featuring: enhypen, various members of nct, aespa, ive, itzy, txt, twice, stray kids & stayc release date: december 25th. merry christmas from me

STATUS: complete!

PROLOGUE. PROFILES: one / two / three

ONE － i thought u were an atheist TWO － i think ur rlly pretty THREE － jesus fanclub FOUR － make up make out i mean What?! FIVE － just lied on the tl SIX － winks smizes SEVEN － my little meow meow EIGHT － jurassic park NINE － what if they try to k word each other TEN － serving looks or ELEVEN  － i hope my next blink is my last TWELVE － oh so u think ur spiderman THIRTEEN － please elaborate FOURTEEN － pegasus megasus FIFTEEN － the sunoo was too stunned to speak SIXTEEN － pissbaby the 6th SEVENTEEN － so i was the third wheel EIGHTEEN － shuttle?? like a bus?? NINETEEN － as in dating or hallucinations TWENTY － aiming shuttles TWENTY ONE － fuck ur plans TWENTY TWO － fainting TWENTY THREE － doodoo behaviour TWENTY FOUR － no ragrets  TWENTY FIVE － group therapy TWENTY SIX － apologies  TWENTY SEVEN － 4lyfers

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THE GUY THAT I’D KINDA BE INTO !

synopsis: suna wants to confess to you, he really does. wants to finally get off his chest how much he wished you two were more than just ‘best friends’ for all these years. but what happens when a certain ex, sakusa kiyoomi, finds his way back into your life?

current update status this series is on indefinite hiatus, my user has changed since so in order to read the chapters please replace “toorusplant” with my new url on the links

notes: all characters are timeskip, time stamps & dates don’t really matter, gender neutral reader !!

includes: angst, childhood friends to lovers, unrequited love, love triangle (?), referenced/mentioned break up, exes to friends/lovers, eventual happy ending(?), might end up doing two alternative routes for the ending

taglist for this smau is now open !!

relationships: suna rintarou x gn! reader, sakusa kiyoomi x gn! reader

characters: gender neutral! reader, suna rintarou, sakusa kiyoomi, miya atsumu

minor characters: miya osamu, aran ojiro, bokuto koutarou, hinata shouyou, komori motoya, akaashi keiji

CHAPTERS

y/n and co. sakusa’s gc + msby.

chapter one — “it’s a small world.”

chapter two — “kermit >> atsumu.”

chapter three — “this is a mcdonalds driveway.”

chapter four — “hEy sHaWtY.”

chapter five — “very sus.”

chapter six — “ur still the boy that i’d pick.”

chapter seven — “tHE DUCK SONG.”

chapter eight — “kiyoomi slander.”

chapter nine — “tEA.”

chapter ten — “you can’t rush perfection.”

chapter eleven — “chasing miya atsumu.”

chapter twelve — “lunch with the msby jackals.”

chapter thirteen — “he’s my best friend, we not a couple.”

chapter fourteen — “pLaTonIcAlLy”

chapter fifteen — “i will have silence.”

chapter sixteen — “besties <33”

chapter seventeen — “not in the way i wish u did”