#((i literally want to redo everything for both of them so i

[lesbiansanemi]

Getting ready for my psych appointment like “I will get a good grade in adhd, autism, and bpd. This is something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve”

[kaisentine]

꒰ა ⠀ ⸺ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 , 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

⌗ ⸺ there isn’t anything more romantic than physical touch ! the question is : how does he like to do it? ft. michael kaiser, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro, oliver aiku general cw. couple thingz that make me go EW!, language ( do u guys want me to tag this or no ), there are separate cws for each guy, not proofread . . . gn!reader ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ ) sticky note. blushing giggling crying i’m not ok . . . the parts are wayyyyyyy shorter than i intended them to be, some men’s part are wayyyyyyyyyyyy shorter than the rest though but plez enjoy! 😭 this is part of my event check it out!

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒾’𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 ! ♡

cw . slick back king, arlene still day dreaming about the idea of playing with her gorgalicious king’s hair

ᓭི ˖ ࣪ . 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑 should be cast in a movie because he’s really good at hiding how much he really likes when you do his hair.

if you would have to pick the one thing that annoys you the most, it would be how kaiser asks ( pleads ) you to do his hair for him only for him to say he hates it in the end. it’s never a 50/50 with this man because 100 out of 100 times, he will say that he hates the way you did his hair at the very end—he literally watched you through the mirror! why now?

“can you do my hair?” he yawns, handing you a couple of rubber bands and a comb.

biggest regret of his life—he ends up in the most slick backing slick back the world has ever seen. it’s kind of a feat of how flawless you did it but, “this really sucks.” he complains with his signature disgusted look, smoothening non-existent strands poking from his head. “yeah? too late. either you take it off or you train with it.” you smile with both hands on you hip in enthusiasm.

you hold back your laughter because you’ll piss him off even more and then you’ll never hear the end of it from him—as if you weren’t already. “out of everything, you choose an outrageous slick back?” he brings his middle finger and thumb to his nose bridge in disappointment.

“you asked me to do your hair,” you shrug, standing up from your position from behind kaiser. actually, you’re quite surprised how well he looks in a bun but you’re more surprised you can even put his hair in a bun because of how . . . exotic his hairstyle is.

he huffs in annoyance at your lack of sympathy.

“well i didn’t ask for you to make it hideous.”

so why didn’t he ask you to stop when you pulled out the gel? short answer : he likes your hands in his hair. long answer : that and how comforting it is. he’s convinced your fingertips are made of magic or something because of how good they feel anywhere on his head. it’s the way you occasionally have to tug a little harsher on his hair to make it stay in place, it makes him feel alive—even though you’re “responsible”, there is no malice behind your intent.

and he just loves you way too much to stop you until it’s too late.

“so are you gonna take it out or . . ?” you ask while walking over to the drawers to put the hair items back—showing him that you aren’t going to redo his hair even if he does take it out. he swears he feels his eye twitch.

“nah.”

he’d really like to but it’s not half bad. it’s a subtle reminder to him that you care. and he loves you way too much to do that. God, someone save this man from your magical hands.

sticky note. i cryryeyycryfyecyerycyrcyrycrycyeycrycry . . . guys what the eff!1!! ૮๑ˊᯅˋ๑ა I HAVE NEVER DONE A SLICK BACK

cw . rin and sae aren’t awkwad . . . brother things agenda, reader is shorter than sae

ᓭི ˖ ࣪ . 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄 makes it very clear he’s not fond of physical touch but that’s because he views it as something intimate. that’s why he doesn’t care when it comes to you.

everyone is convinced itoshi sae hates them when they first meet him because of how he pushes them away when they get too close. but for you, ask him to do it and he’ll do it.

it was only a simple slip up when you missed him even though he was right there—“can you hug me?”. much to your surprise, he actually turned around to face you. “what did you say?” he asks in amusement to your obvious embarrassment. “nothing . . ?” you hesitate, God, you’re bad at lying—sae can just see it in your eyes. “no, say it again.” “. . . can you hug me?” and just like that, his arms are around your neck, bringing your face closer to his chest. is there steam coming out of your ears? probably. is it for a good reason? yes.

everyday, you thank whoever prayed for you that day because now, you just have to ask and he’ll give it to you. “sae, can you hold my hand?” he’ll intertwine his hand with yours with firmness. “sae, will you kiss me?” of course he will, he always will. yes, while he needs to be prompted to do so, he has no problem in fulfilling the requests. the things that he does for you is uncanny to everybody else because, y’know . . . he’ll silently kill anybody that isn’t you if they even tried.

“you guys are gross!” rin looks like he’s about to hurl at the sight of sae kissing your cheek. you feel like your face is going to turn into a stove and your ears a boiling pot. “it’s not nice to sneak up on people.” sae rolls his eyes, pulling you closer to him whilst you hide your lips with your hand in humiliation.

“. . . i just wanted to ask where you put your training bag,” rin frowns—you feel bad for making the younger sad like that. “what about knocking?” sae is giving his brother the dirty look to which the raven-haired reciprocates, wiping his frown to scrunch his nose. “i didn’t know they were going to be here!” he exclaims, pointing directly at you—you feel betrayed! is he blaming you for his misfortunes? you no longer feel bad.

well . . . when that’s resolved you tell sae “let’s stop doing that . . .” you tense your face in internal cringe.

but not even 10 minutes later—he forces your head to rest on his shoulder—without prompting.

“don’t care. you’re the only person i’m willing to do this with, don’t interrupt it.” he grumbles—because you really are the only person he’s willing to hold.

sticky note. this man is definitely not fluent in physical touch but cut him some slack, yeah? my first draft of this was him and his lingering touches on your ass LMFAOO

cw . nothing . . ?, takes place when it’s cold or smthsmth

ᓭི ˖ ࣪ . 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍 ‘s actions speak louder than words, even if it’s not visible to others.

he isn’t good with his words. he isn’t good at loving. yet he still loves you.

there’s something in him that connects his view with affection to his brother—they both view as something not to be shared freely but to only be given to those who deserve it. lucky for you, rin sees you as someone who absolutely deserves it but nobody else deserves to see it.

not because he’s ashamed but because it’s supposed to be an intimate moment between partners that stays in between the two of them, that’s what he likes to think. ( oh, and the way he feels guilty for not expressing things verbally . . . )

times in the loudest of rooms where his teammates are annoying the shit out of him are times when he reaches under the table to hold your hand that’s rested on your lap. it’s obvious he’s seething by how tense his hands are.

“you good?” you whisper in the most subtle way possible. “. . .what does it look like?” he deadpans but gives you his answer after squeezing his palm impossibly closer to yours.

it’s comforting and not comforting by how unnervingly quiet he is—like he isn’t almost dead silent anyway, even with you. there’s a little voice in your head telling you that you should probably take him outside for a breather—nobody is bothering to converse with him anyway.

the air is cold and crisp outside, hitting your nostrils like a big ass truck but that isn’t on you mind. your eyes wander to rin’s red nose that probably got irritated by the cold too, then to how he subconsciously brings his collar up to try and cover half his face while his gaze is lingering off to the far distance, lastly how his hands get shoved right back into his front pockets.

“this better?” you ask, referring to the change of scenery and ambience compared to inside the building, his head nods slightly.

you smile.

and you aren’t looking at him anymore, joining him in looking in the distance. well, you and rin switch roles because now his eyes are on you and how your lips curl, only visible by the shitty lamp posts that line the darkened streets. he loves you so much he’s envious, he loves you so much he’s mad he can’t verbalize it nor is he really good at doing it physically either.

you’re really lukewarm, yet he hugs you when no one is looking—it’s feeling a lot warmer now.

sticky note. shoutout to @cup1ds-bow for this one . . . i’ll give you the biggest smooch to you celine . . . I HAD NO IDEAS FOR RIN

cw . this one is kinda gross help, biting, this stupidhead calls u babe ( blehhh ), this one is superrr short sorry

ᓭི ˖ ࣪ . 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐈 is . . . an interesting character. you swear there’s something wrong with him when he playfully bites you.

you’re pretty sure there’s a mental hospital 20 minutes away from his apartment . . . maybe you’ll be able to sneak him in when he’s asleep—anything to stop these bites! what started off as a cute gesture for him to show affection to you soon became something more. you thought it was cute—in the beginning—playful nibbles on your lips, toothless chomps on your shoulder and arms . . . did you even know this guy when you suddenly got surprised when they started leaving tooth marks?

one thing about shidou is that he has quite the sharp canines, it’s no surprise you yelp out in surprise when he actually has the courage ( when does he not smh ) to test how sharp they really are. no, it’s not hard enough to draw blood—that isn’t his goal, surprisingly . . .

“what the fuck?!” you jump more in shock rather than pain. his grin goes from ear to ear, almost like he’s showing off the teeth he used to bite down on your arm. “sorry babe, did that hurt?” his says in faux worry, there’s a concerning drop in his tone. if you say no, he’ll continue to do it. if you say yes, he will also continue to do it.

“just shut up.” you roll your eyes. any answer other than yes or no will also lead to a path of him still doing it anyway. you’ll never win with him.

hell yeah you were right. there’s times where he sits next to you only to grip your arm to bring to his mouth to open and clamp down, it isn’t harsh but it’s more than enough to at least leave a mark in it’s way and maybe add another shade to your skin.

it’s totally fine though when he suddenly gains a degree in medicine and kisses it better, softer lips touching his newly-made bite-mark. it’s totally fine because he’s the artist and you’re his muse. it’s totally fine when his art supplies are completely free!

ᓭི ˖ ࣪ . 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 , the most unintentionally affectionate person. he doesn’t understand the butterflies in your stomach when he clumsily ( suffocates ) cuddles you.

you’re his personal pillow. it’s cute and endearing until he’s too lazy to walk to his bed and ends up crashing on you on the damn floor.

“sei . . . we need to get up.” you whine under him as his whole weight is pushed onto you on a cold hard floor with no cushion to soften the blow. you have no choice but to wrap your arms around his neck to stop yourself from suffocating. nagi is really warm with his baggy hoodie and his way too saggy sweatpants—seriously, how does he walk in those things? the soft fabric feels ticklish on your skin. God, please wake him up before we both end up sleeping on the floor tonight.

he’s just not letting it up, it feels like he just keeps getting heavier the more time that passes—and just the more impossible it feels to convince him to get off. it’s obvious he isn’t asleep just yet because if he was, you’d probably either be actually suffocating or maybe you’d be able to slip out of his grasp—oh and he’s literally looking straight at you with his chin rested on your chest. “t’lazy.” he mumbles in protest. honestly, you could laugh at this scene—not because you like being suffocated by your boyfriend but because the way your arms are wrapped around his neck make it look like you’re cradling just his head.

“don’t you wanna be comfortable on your bed?” you ask as another attempt to bribe him. you see the way his grey eyes keep staring at you with that stupid almost-pleading look that might say ‘please don’t tell me to move.’, but you’ll say it again because you doubt this is pleasant for him—it certainly isn’t for you. “please, seishiro . . .” you whisper, finger colliding with his soft snowy hair. his lips for a small pout at your insistence. “no.” he’s firm but obviously sleepy.

there’s something wrapping around your waist—his arms are wrapping around you waist. your eyes widen at the sudden grip.

“sei . . .”

“no more convincing. you’re more comfortable than my bed.” he says like he knows you’re going to propose another offer—which you weren’t . . . you wanted to tell him that you loved him but if just accepting defeat is enough for those three words, you’ll gladly lose.

“fine.”

because in the end, he’s the only one who can make you feel this way even when you’re pissed that you will have to sleep on the floor.

sticky note. i actually finished his part first LMFAO

cw . kissing, this man is a FREAK, . . . this is really . . . i put my emotion into this HLRPPP but it’s still short

ᓭི ˖ ࣪ . 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔 loves the way your lip balm tastes or he just really likes your lips.

“can you just admit you like kissing me?”

“what? your lip balm tastes really good today.” he acts oblivious to his own actions of smooshing your cheeks together to make you kiss him . . . the only thing on your lips is an unscented and unflavored lip product—what is he tasting?

you raise an eyebrow at his words, very interesting coming from a man like oliver aiku. he views such matters as casual, treats it like it’s casual, says it’s casual but then he acts like he becomes a new man every time his lips just slightly graze yours.

when he pulls away from your face, there’s something in his eyes that say he wants—needs more but he isn’t insatiable per se because he has self-control, he isn’t that reckless, y’know? have some faith in him!

but your lips make him question whether he even has faith in himself to keep him away that long, he’d be lying if he said you weren’t killing him right now.

his lips are prolonged against yours to make up for it.

aiku swears you lace something on—in?—somewhere on your lips that just gets him addicted. your lips don’t taste like anything yet they taste like everything he’s ever wanted—anything he’s ever craved of—they taste like you and maybe you’re all he’s ever dreamed of.

tags :) : @kenyuukissme @levihanmyotp @realmyth @vellichorira @pinkicyheart ( comment to be added! )

[multimousefanatic]

For a show that hinges upon its audiences’ adoration for identity porn, there is far too much unexplored potential for secret identity shenanigans for my liking. I want to see more Multimouse and Chat Noir. But I also want to see Multimouse and Adrien. Multimouse and Aspik. Multimouse and Cat Walker. Marinette and Aspik. Marinette and Cat Walker.

I know the fandom loves to hate on Aspik but I think it would be so fun to see him and Multimouse interact. JUST IMAGINE IT okay? BOTH of them are gonna be awkward AF and internally spiraling bc they have to pretend to not know the others identity AND act like they’re not absolutely head over heels for them. They literally both know the others identity but have to pretend they don’t in order to hide their OTHER secret identity like HDBDBDJDNDJCHHC

And like, imagine Cat Walker working with Multimouse? And like he can tell that Marinette kind of has a thing for Cat Walker and he doesn’t quite know how to feel about that until Plagg points out that it’s the third version of him she’s fallen for and he suddenly feels very okay with it

Or Multimouse sees Adrien and she reverts back to nervous-clumsy-stumbles over her words Marinette because she’s overthinking the whole secret identity thing but Adrien KNOWS she’s Marinette so he totally clocks that behavior and thinks it’s the cutest thing ever but also he acts completely oblivious and does everything he can to help her calm down and act natural

And then Marinette and Aspik? Similar vibe except maybe Adrien’s trying a little too hard to look cool in front of Marinette which gets her to laugh because she KNOWS he’s trying to impress her and it helps her to calm down and stop overthinking the fact that she has to pretend not to know who he is, and he loves that she’s laughing, but that’s not really what he’s going for so he ends up using second chance to redo the moment over and over & he can’t figure out what he’s doing wrong or what Marinette thinks is so funny

[hammerhead-jpg]

They're so everything to me

I stole both of the poses from a drawing the user tacodemuerte on Instagram did (they drew it better than me tho)

Speedpaint under the cut (WARNING: flashing imagery)

If you by chance noticed that I posted like one speedpaint besides a drawing I did and never did it again, it's because making speedpaints in firealpaca is A PAIN IN THE ASS. Unlike with other apps like ibis paint or procreate it's not something that it just does automatically for you. No instead you have to manually start a speedpaint and save it as a file on your computer. But of course it isn't just as simple as that no no, you have to manually end the recording as well and export it as a gif, and if you don't the speedpaint isn't going to be able to be opened. That means that if you plan to close the program you need to end the recording and start a new one the next time you start up again, and you better hope your program doesn't crash because the actual drawing might be auto saved but the recording sure as hell won't!

And believe it or not I don't really finish full render drawings in one sitting. But the thing is that even if I did I still wouldn't be able to have only one recording because if you keep it recording for too long the file will crash when you try to end it and your speedpaint will be lost forever, so you have no other choice but to have multiple short parts of it

And an important piece of information to keep in mind is that there is an option for how long you want the gif to be, but I set it as the no specific length option because I don't the different gifs with be different levels of sped up (since in theory if I set every gif to let's say 60 seconds, a recording that is 2h and one that is 20 minutes is going to be the same length which obviously means different levels of getting sped up) which resulted in some of the gifs being up to 3 minutes long. So because I don't want to post like 16 separate 20second to 3 minute gifs here I put it in an editing program where I can put them all together and then speed up the final video which means I have to send them from my computer to my phone via email.

This is where the pain really starts.

The 6th gif doesn't want to load so I send it again. It doesn't want to load again. I connect my charger to the computer so I can transfer it manually. It isn't working. Oh wait nvm I accidentally sent over the png version (because did I fail to mention that it also saves a png for some reason?). Send over the gif version, it doesn't send. Try it like ten more times. It still doesn't send. I try downloading it through email again. Nvm it downloaded

Then all of a sudden the editing app is telling me I don't have enough space to insert the gif in. So I have to clear up some storage in my phone.

When I tell you. Every other time I had to either import the gif or even download it I had to clear up space on my phone. And there were like, 17 gifs. I deleted hundreds of pictures and videos. I deleted apps. I deleted things I cannot get back. For a FUCKING SPEEDPAINT. My phone literally crashed as I was doing this. NEVER IN THE 6 YEARS I HAD THIS FUCKING PHONE DID IT EVER CRASH?!? I cannot begin to describe the awfully repetitive and soul sucking loop that I had to go through. Because of the nature of the program I can't put a gif in and then delete it from my gallery because it would just delete it in the project too

And even once I downloaded and combined all of them I still wasn't done

Because despite all of them being speed paints they were around 26 MINUTES COMBINED.

I mentioned that I speed up the finished result because of this yeah? Well I would usually do this by exporting the unsped combined video and then speeding it up in another project so that I don't have to set each video in the program to a specific speed only to realize "hey I actually want it faster/slower" and go redo all of it. Well today I had to do exactly that considering that if downloading 3 minute gifs was enough to break my phone I didn't want to even think about what would happen if I attempted to download a 26 MINUTE video so yippie

I know a lot of this was my fault considering my storage has been almost full for some time now, but still it's safe to say I won't be making speedpaints for some time

Thank god I don't post on TikTok because if I had to receive a "can I see the speedpaint?" comment on every single drawing I ever made I would have to start putting people's ips in my bio

[dailypokemoncrochet]

do you ever think your going to go back and redo any projects? like if you were dissatisfied with/ or want to do better with any of the lil guys?

Oh yeah absolutely. I answered a question like this a little bit ago with some specific examples, but in general I do want to redo... Kind of each pokemon? The vast majority of these are still my first tries at each, and while I've stopped really thinking of them as "prototypes" (because now they're usually already remarkably close to what I expected), there's always a little something I would tweak after seeing the finished pokemon. Some there's more changes I'd do than for others, but eventually eventually I think I'd like to make a whole second full collection of pokemon crochets.

Off the top of my head I would honestly like to redo maybe Swalot and Loudred the most out of everything, just for the recency bias. I haven't had a lot of time lately for crocheting so those ones I just feel I could've done much better if I wasn't so anxious about time spent. In a perfect world I would be able to literally take my time to do as many redos and frogging as needed, but that just is not the case right now. My priority with this art project is to make whole pokemon as quickly as possible with the time I have, so I won't do any immediate redos unless it's like. Really off imo, like Swalot v1 lol

Swalot v1 (left) and Swalot v2 (right). Both misshapen lumpy guys because I really really wanted to put in the cool mouth effect lol

[outofangband]

Part of a series on the domains of the Valar and beginnings of more Valinor world building! I’m planning on rewriting this soon!

I’m also going to redo my posts on the physical domains so please feel free to send requests or prompts about that!

Also I must recommend undercat-overdog ‘s post on the domains! It’s one of my absolute favorite posts on the Ainur and categorizes them in such a philosophical and interesting way that literally makes me happy stim

I think a lot about the group of the Valar that is Oromë, Nessa, Tulkas and Vána and among other things I think Melkor is by absolutely terrified of them

Tulkas is obvious. He’s struck Melkor and he’s laughed at him and he’s not scared of him, just angry. Melkor only appreciates righteous anger if it can be twisted for his own use or at least amusement (like with poor Húrin)

His domain is less obvious. He doesn’t have an elemental domain or one regarding processes and cycles of life, death, consciousness or rejuvenation.

I think Tulkas is like Melkor in one fundamental way, his domain is pulled from the domains of others but in such a way that strengthens both rather than corrupts or degrades one. Primarily he takes justice and compassion from Manwë and Varda and revelry, freedom and balance from Oromë and Nessa.

It’s interesting to note that in earlier versions of the Legendarium, Tulkas was a sun god before Tolkien decided he wanted the sun to take a female form and decided upon Arien.

I do talk about this earlier version here a bit

Oromë, Nessa and Vána are deities of balance and cycles. They maintain ecosystems and nurture the violent and wild aspects of nature alongside the gentle ones.

Oromë and Nessa are masters of the hunt and the chase, of predator and prey and everything in between. They represent a lot of the instinct to fight, flee or hide but also to play, tussle and protect.

It is again fairly obvious why Melkor is frightened of them.

For all he loves chaos, he loves it when it suits him. The domains of Nessa and Oromë are already wild places.

Oromë and Nessa can turn the very forests against you.

Vána’s cycles are of life and death, rebirth and decay.

Vána loves songbirds in their bright livelihood but she also represents the end when they inevitably fall to predators or age and return to nurture the earth and its creatures.

She is a mercurial being, one of change and growth and the fear and joy it brings.

She could do tremendous evil on the side of Melkor.

I talk about the potential for decay in Valinor here!

As always please feel free to ask more!

[yandecifi]

Convenience ☻ Chapter One

☻ masterlist

☻ cw: violence

hawks/reader, omegaverse, dystopia, psychological, wip shortfic

Cold counters, weirdly loud fluorescent lights that flicker sometimes, shitty vapes and pens and sexy magazines. Your life in a sentence.

You’re flipping through one of the aforementioned magazines. It’s got betas (not that you can smell pictures, but what else would they be) in bikinis and swim trunks, all either packing or with huge boobs, but not packing too much or with too huge boobs. Not too small or too flat, either, just at that perfect middle ground of hugeness. Perfectly beta.

“Dayummm…”

Before you ask what you’re doing ogling these poor models, occasionally glancing between yourself and those really sexy models, and actually measuring some of them with your fingers to compare to the rest of those poor, poor models (really, you should stop) at your fucking workplace, well, you work the night shift. It’s two in the morning. For you, there’s an average of one customer per night and someone came in about two hours ago, so you consider yourself safe. Safe and bored.

“Oh, shit, a bunny costume!” You sit up in your chair, both the magazine and the grin on your face spread wide. “That is so hot!”

The door squawks. You nearly fall out of your chair.

When the front door, uh, ‘squawks’ as you call it, that means somebody’s entered the store. Your manager really hates bells, so she got this weird buzzer that sounds like an angry crow. Or maybe a parrot that smokes. Basically, the door squawks.

You toss the magazine. It doesn’t go far enough, though, so you get up and kick it, but it just slides up next to the backroom door. Whatever, good enough, whoever’s here is probably going to be high off their ass anyway. It’s not like they’re going to check out your behind-the-counter space.

The door slams shut. You jump and turn around, only, it’s just a guy awkwardly re-closing it, gently, quietly, like redoing it would erase the loudness somehow. When he spots you, he raises an apologetic hand. “My bad!”

“Uh, it’s fine.” You swear you hear him wheezing. “Happens all the time.”

You don’t usually watch your customers. Your manager actively advises against it, actually, since it’s fucking creepy. However, you can’t help but peer at him from your spot at the counter.

He’s wearing the baggiest hoodie you’ve ever seen, like, it is wearing him . Beneath that is what seems to be another hoodie, though not an XXXXXL considering he’s actually wearing the hood. He’s also got one of those paper medical masks on — two, actually — and sunglasses. His shoes and sweats look like he’s waded through a swamp to get here; the shoes are literally just covered entirely by mud while his sweats have streaks and splatters up to his thigh, along with a couple of leaves, and… tire marks? What? Can alligators drive?

He shuffles up to your counter around a minute later, huffing, very noticeably not okay. You fight the urge to ask him ‘what the fuck?’ as you start checking out his beer, six king-size snickers, ten bottles of water, and — and — that — how many boxes of condoms is that — you lose.

“Hey, man?” His head jerks back to you. He keeps glancing out of the windows. You think you’ve been hearing him grinding his teeth. “You good?”

“Yeah, uh — yeah.” He peels himself off of the counter. He’s been keeling over it since he came over. It looks like he wants some distance from you, now. “Actually, uh, what time is it?”

“2:30, I think.” You just continue scanning and bagging the boxes of condoms. According to the register, there are fifteen entire fucking boxes. You’ve gotten fairly good at crunching numbers since getting this job, so… twelve condoms per box…

Your hands shake as you ring everything up. One-hundred-and-eighty individual condoms. How the fu-

“ID?” Maybe he needs them for an art project. Art, art, think art. You watch as he glances at the three bags of condoms. Fuck, now you’re both thinking about condoms. “Uh, for the beer.”

“Oh.” He lets out a breathless laugh, fidgets. “I don’t have one — like, on me. Right now.” He reaches for the beer, then thinks better of it. Was he about to rob you? “Nevermind.”

“So, no beer?”

He nods.

You go to remove it from his bags, but something about his skittish, abused puppy stance makes you unable to. You drag a hand over your face. “You outta high school?”

“Uh, I’m twenty-two.”

“Alright, cool.” You raise your hands and back off from the bags. He doesn’t seem to get it until you nudge your little card reader toward him.

“Oh, no, you don’t gotta do that—“

“It’s fine, there’s no cameras.” You mentally slap yourself. “I mean, uh, there are, just my manager doesn’t check ‘em.”

“Oh.” He looks between the card reader and you. Then, with a sigh, he gives in and starts pulling out cash. “Thanks, kiddo.”

You snort. “I’m the same age as you.”

“Huh?” He looks up. His brows furrow from behind the sunglasses, blonde and scraggly, and he cocks his head. After a moment, he smiles, or you think he does since the masks shift upwards. “You telling me you aren’t twelve?”

It takes you a moment to register he’s joking with you. When you do, you let out a mock-offended gasp, then laugh. He joins in with a low chuckle. You won’t lie, even if this guy’s totally going through some kinda withdrawal, it’s nice to have some chill human interaction. That’s hard to come by for people like you.

He hands you the wad of cash and a couple of coins. His fingers brush yours, and you can feel warmth even with the gloves he’s got on. Er, actually, not warmth — heat. Extreme, burning heat. It’s like he’s stuck himself in a microwave. You nearly drop some of the coins.

He waits by the counter as you count and put the money away. Once you’re done, you hand him his four bags (with plenty of awkward maneuvering) and, well, that's the end of that. He should be on his way.

He doesn’t move. It’s like he’s missed his cue to leave.

Is he waiting for a receipt? You’ve been out of receipt paper since, like, yesterday, though. Your manager always orders just under what you need to run the shop to keep costs low, tryna make herself look good for corporate. Unsure what else to do, you cross your arms on the counter and give him a smile.

“Need anything else?”

“Uh.” He snaps out of it, kinda takes a weird step back only to move back to the counter. “Bathroom?”

Your smile wavers. You stand up.  “Sorry man, you gotta find somewhere else to get high.”

“Woah, no, no, no!” He shakes his head, waves his hands around as well as he can with the bags in them. “I’m not… that’s not what I’m doing.”

“Look, I’m sorry, but my manager checks the bathroom with that UV stuff. I’ll get fired.”

“No, no…” It’s like he’s struggling to turn his thoughts into words. “I swear I’m not. I just — I just need… a sec, okay? Please.”

This is getting a bit into ‘call the cops’ territory, not that you ever would. Tire marks and skittish behavior, okay, weird, but you can mind your own business. Now, he’s getting pushy, leaning into the counter. Without the masks, you’re sure you’d feel his breath on your face. You swallow.

“I, uh.” He starts sniffing you. You resist flinching away at that, instead opting to press a hand against your neck — against one of your scent glands. Vaseline sticks to your trembling fingers. The drugs you’ve been taking are expensive as fuck, your guy told you they were the good ones. They’ve gotten you this far so you believe him. 

And yet, this dude seems to be able to smell you.

“Hey, man, personal space.” You watch him remember himself and flinch away. The door to your side of the counter unlocks with a click as you undo the latch. “The bathroom’s in the back, okay?”

“Thank you so much. I swear I’m not doing drugs.”

And with that, he’s barging into the back of your store, the bathroom door slamming shut soon after. You narrow your eyes after him.

He smelled like… you smelled him and your chest hurt. You smelled him and your chest swelled with him. You feel warm.

Homeless people don’t usually have cologne.

You sit back down in your dingy spinny chair, blowing a breath. Everything about him makes sense, all of a sudden; just another night for you, but not for that poor thing.

Fuck. Mind your business.

So what if there’s another omega hiding in your store’s bathroom, clearly about to go into heat and with nowhere to hide? It’s his fault for not preparing, for being so obvious. It’s only a matter of time for someone as stupid as that, anyway.

You can’t get into the porn mag again so you just settle for sweeping. There isn’t really all that much to sweep. The mud he tracked in would have to be mopped up. You kind of just mindlessly poke at corners and brush dust into piles. The ceiling lights drone on. You stop sweeping and mop up the tracks instead.

Fast food was better than this. Harder, sure, but at least you could talk to people. Not that you can afford to do that, anymore. You rest your head on the handle of your mop. Guess that’s one of the reasons you’ve lasted so long.

You see it on the news, the compounds. A dozen or so omegas found and rounded up, sent to xyz compound, hip hip hooray! They always catch the packs. Omegas just can’t resist the need to socialize and that’s what, ultimately, gets them caught. Then there’s their alpha with a bag over their head and you don’t watch much TV anymore.

There’s a bang somewhere in the back.

Your head snaps up to the noise, alert, but the store is still. Maybe you’re hallucinating. The back door stares, reproachful. You set your mop against the wall.

The back is full of rows of boxes and employee uniforms. Your jacket and tote hang on the hooks by the exit. The tablet for manager shit and taking pictures when you’re really, really bored lays on a cluttered desk. It’s just that in the back, that and the bathroom. There’s shuffling.

You press an ear against the bathroom door.

He’s pacing. There’s mutters that join it. That scent from earlier seeps through the cracks. You twist the handle open.

You put your shirt over your nose as your eyes water, screwing shut. It fucking reeks. So, this is what heat looks like from the outside.

The guy is practically naked, standing in just his underwear, eyes wide and round and horrified as he sits in a corner. His bags lay haphazardly on the floor by his clothes. Bite marks adorn his right arm, a beer in hand. His neck is red with nail marks like he’s been scratching, scratching, trying to get the scent glands off. To get the proof off.

Well, you’ve never bitten your arm like that during your heats, but everyone’s different. Probably.

“Okay man, I’m gonna need you to put your clothes back on.” You try your best to soothe him with your voice, even allowing a small, awkward purr. He stutters and gawks at you as you lock the door behind you. “I know you don’t want to, but it helps. I promise.”

“This, uh, sorry, I am doing drugs, actually —”

You toss him one of the discarded hoodies off the floor. “I already know you’re going into heat and I have the drugs. You don’t gotta get sent to the compounds, so just shut up and listen.”

“What?”

He’s lost. His heat must be getting to him, you swear you can see his eyes starting to glaze, so you just start dressing him yourself. You pull the hoodie over him and run outside to your tote, shovel through your snacks and water and earbuds for the vaseline. You’re back in the bathroom in no time, fat tub in hand, the guy swearing under his breath as he packs his things together.

“Hey, man, chill.” You shuffle closer to him. Your purring quiets him, has him staring at you with a clenched jaw. He’s dripping with sweat. “We’re the same.”

You crouch next to him and put out your wrist. His eyes flicker from your wrist to your face, apparently putting two and two together; you know omega customs.

He takes your wrist in his hand gingerly, his fingers still burning to the touch and clammy. He sniffs, furrows his brow. You know the only thing he smells is vaseline, but whatever, he’s calming down.

He lets you inch closer.

“I’m just gonna put some vaseline on your glands, ‘kay?”

Hesitantly, he nods, but he’s right up next to you as you slather the vaseline against the glands on his neck. It should help with the smell enough until you can give him the drugs at your place. His breath fans against your cheek.

“Thank you,” he pants, quietly, his smile watery. “You aren’t afraid?”

Your face scrunches up. What, does he think his soft eyes or frightened demeanor is intimidating?

“Why would I be? It’s just a heat.”

“I’m — this isn’t heat?”

“What?”

His scent is heavy with musk, so much heavier with it than your own. You stare up at him and his eyes are speckled with gold. His teeth flash. He’s so much bigger than you, he’s filling up the room.

You drop the vaseline. “Oh, shit.”

His face drops. Then, he scrambles to his feet, placing himself between you and the door before you can even try. You stumble backward, hit the floor. You’ve never seen an alpha in person before. He isn’t as bulky as they’re supposed to be.

“Yeah, okay, so we’re both stupid,” he mutters, eyeing every twitch of your fingers. He leans down towards one of his bags, towards his sweatpants, and pulls out a gun.

Your mouth hangs open as he gets back to his feet and points it at you. Okay. Okay. He looks like he’s done this before.

“Hey, man.” Your voice shakes as you lift your hands. You look anywhere but the barrel. “I’m not gonna tell anybody. I’m an omega, okay? I get it.”

The alpha takes another step back until his back hits the metal bathroom door, finger still on the trigger. Sweat beads on his forehead.

“Sure as hell don’t smell like one.”

“Because of th-”

“Because of the drugs, yeah, yeah.” The air is thick with his pheromones. He’s the same dude as earlier, face twisted in pain and dressed only in his muddy hoodie, but the glare he fixes you with reveals somebody completely different. “Never heard of drugs that work that well.”

“I mean, yeah, it’s not supposed to be heard about.” You swallow. He narrows his eyes at your sass. It’s hard to think with his scent tying knots in your stomach. Think. Think. What do you say? The door just squawked.

What.

His Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows. Both of you look towards the origin of the sound, listening. Somebody shouts from the front of the store.

The guy swears under his breath. Then, his attention’s back on you.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, moving from the door, gun on you all the while. “Go out there and act normal.”

And then you’re back at the counter, three cops frowning down at you, looking far too big for the shelves that line your store.

“Hey, how can I help you?” You smile your customer service smile, hope they chalk up the dread in your voice to the usual nerves people have around them. Thank God betas can’t smell for shit, the whole store is drenched in that scent now. Your nostrils flare.

The one in the middle is the biggest. He runs through an introduction of his name and the police department he works for too fast for you to really catch. He flashes his badge. His bulletproof vest makes him even bigger. He has a gun tucked away on his hip, they all do.

“Have you seen anybody strange or out of the ordinary tonight?” 

You can’t help but think of the alpha with the bag.

“I see weird people all the time, honestly. Y’know. Night shift.” You laugh a little, lean onto the counter with your elbows. “Sorry, I know that’s not much help.”

“It’s fine. We’re looking for a man in his early twenties, blonde, about a hundred n’ seventy centimeters. Should be wearing a dark blue shirt and jeans.” He has his thumbs tucked between his vest and chest, the rest of his fingers drumming against the vest. “Probably covered in mud.”

The other two scoff, cover their smile.

“Haven’t seen anybody like that.” You glance towards the mop leaning against the far wall. “Sorry.”

“Can we check your cameras?”

“Don’t have any.”

He looks up to the black dome in the corner of the ceiling. You do your best not to sigh.

“It’s a fake, sir. I can show you, if you like.”

“I’d appreciate that.”

So you fetch a ladder from the back and climb up there, pry the black plastic from the base that’s screwed into the ceiling tile. You show him the empty inside.

He shares a glance with his partners. “Call the emergency line immediately if you see him. Have a good night.”

They leave with a squawk. The store is silent except for the lights and the ruckus you make putting the ladder away.

This isn’t what you signed up for when you took this damn job. You didn’t sign up for being robbed at gunpoint twice, either, or at hammerpoint that one time, but shit happens. Still, you’ve got an alpha in rut in your store’s bathroom, had the first conversation with a cop you’ve ever had, and been threatened with a gun by said alpha all in the same shift.

You knock on the bathroom door. “They left, so don’t shoot me when I open the door, please.”

The guy is aiming the gun at you when you enter the bathroom anyway. You don’t blame him, you’d probably be doing the same, but being on the other end of it isn’t exactly pleasant. He’s got his sweats on now, his bags piled neatly in the corner, your tub of vaseline capped and set on the sink.

“I didn’t say anything about you. Seriously.” You shut the door softly behind you. “Getting involved with the cops isn’t in my interest, either.”

“Because you’re an omega?” He’s not looking too great. His face is flushed, forehead and cheeks especially. His voice is strained, body stiff, he’s a rope pulled taut.

“Yeah.”

“I thought all of them were in the compounds.”

“And I thought all of the alphas were dead.” You can’t help but scoff. “Or better at hiding it. Seriously, I’m sure there aren’t many omegas still in hiding, but the government isn’t all knowing.”

He laughs. Like actually, his eyes twinkle with it. “Okay. Thanks for enlightening me, omega.”

“Don’t call me that, jeez. Makes me gag.”

“What, never been in a pack before?” He jokes, gun finally lowering. You just cross your arms and look away.

“No, I haven’t.” Your nose wrinkles when you catch his dumb expression. “Can you leave? I’ve got a shift to finish.”

“You’ve been doing this alone?”

You just stare at him, brows knitted, feet shifting.

“How? You’ve got to know something the rest of us don’t — shit, you even have a job —“

“Just get out, man. You’re stinking the place up.”

He chews on his lip, opens his mouth to say something just to close it. He starts pacing in little circles. He picks at his hair. Then, he stops and starts talking again, gun waving in the air as he gestures at you.

“Your drugs are expensive, yeah?”

“…that’s not your busi—“

“I can get them to you for free.”

“What?”

“Yeah, just let me stay with you for, like, two weeks.”

“Uh, hell no.”

“Uh, hell yes!” His eyes bug out, blonde, frizzy strands of hair falling in front of his eyes, overgrown. “Listen, I can’t get them to you right now, we kinda got — well, that’s not important. What you need to know is I got you if you got me.”

The fluorescent light above you flickers, the AC drones on. You shake your head and rest your forehead in your hand.

Your guy has been upping the price every month. It won’t be long before you have to choose between rent and the drugs, and he knows you’ll always choose the latter.

“One week,” you mutter, raising your head and fixing him with a glare. “And you have to lock yourself in my closet.”

“Deal.” The alpha grins despite himself. “I’d shake your hand but they’re kinda sweaty — what’s your name?”

“We’re not getting friendly. This is just out of convenience.”

“Nice to meet you, too.” His canines flash. Your eyes catch on them. “Call me Keigo.”

[melverie]

So I've seen some discussion about the way Mammon talks in 24-11, and how some think Asmo forced Mammon to speak this way while others think it might be because of a issue with the translation. And since I speak some Japanese, I figured I'd break down what's actually going on here

If you don't want to read through the Japanese grammar explanation, just skip to the last section, but for everyone else I'll try to break it all down. Just keep in mind that I'll simplify some things to (hopefully) make it easier to understand for those that don't speak Japanese

Right away, here's the dialogue above in the Japanese version + written in Romaji for those that can't read Japanese:

understanding sentence-ending particles

(not really relevant to Mammon's dialogue itself, but I think it'll help make the function of 「です」 ('desu') and 「ます」 ('masu') in the next section a little clearer)

Sentence-ending particles serve to indicate the overall tone a sentence is meant to have. There are a few of them and each one gives the meaning of the sentence a different nuance

The two easiest examples to understand this concept are probably the following:

the 「か」 ('ka') particle basically just a spoken question mark; turns any sentence into a proper question

the 「ね」 ('ne') particle literally functions the same way as 'isn't it'

ちょっと寒い。 ('chotto samui') -> It's a little cold.

ちょっと寒いか。 ('chotto samui ka') -> Is it a little cold?

ちょっと寒いね。 ('chotto samui ne') -> Bit cold, innit? It's a little cold, isn't it?

the auxilary verbs 「です」 ('desu') and 「ます」 ('masu')

Similarly to the sentence-ending particles, these two change the tone of the sentence and are placed at the end. Both make the sentence polite, and depending on what the sentence ends with, you use one or the other. If it ends in a verb, you add 「ます」 ('masu') at the very end, and if it ends in anything else you use 「です」 ('desu')—you cannot use both back to back

Which finally brings us back to Mammon's dialogue

As you can see, he goes a little overboard. Since 「やり直す」 ('yari naosu'; 'to redo') is a verb, the first use of 「ます」 ('masu') is correct, but everything after that is just overkill and wrong but it sounds very cute (The way Mammon speaks here actually reminds me of how half of my classmates used to speak the first few weeks of uni lol)

But yeah, it's definitely not Asmo forcing Mammon to speak differntly since all of the brothers are talking more politely. And given that they're all under Asmo's charm and serving him, it makes sense that they'd adopt a similar manner of speaking as Barbatos. It's just that Mammon is the King of Casual Speech™, dancing gracefully between 'still acceptable' and 'straight up rude' more or less gracefully at least, so obviously he'd struggle with switching to a more butler-like speech style

It's the same with Beel actually. He's usually the type to just cut straight to the point, which is why he also slightly messed up when speaking politely. To me the original Japanese version reads more like a cute little joke that's in line with both their character, that unfortunately got lost in translation since English just doesn't have an equivalent

[ghostlydeanbailiffcloud]

Bolas fans have such a superiority complex, they have done nothing wrong, they're the best, they did the most for their team...

They are so toxic and spreading such disgusting misinfo about soulfire just to up bolas that it makes me sick

You are free to hype up your team, to make content for it, to appreciate new ccs discovering them

But you can't do it to by criticizing soulfire( it literally nullifies the good stuff), you can't say that nobody did content for soulfire, you simply never saw it because you never looked for it because you were stuck in you bolas bubble full of people just has toxic has you conforting you in your behavior, we're not mad at ccs discovering bolas we're mad at the fans to immediately redo the old competition and pick up the atrocious behavior and erasing everything that blue went through

Bolas was literally the worst team in term of behavior, they were the only ones to grieve bases and burn people stuff for the sake of it, to make it impossible for the others to play ( exemple: the bounty stuff ), they also took advantage of the rules but when it's soulfire the world is falling on your heads no? Omg bad killed the red on the first day, well that costed him his whole purgatory experience because of fans and he constantly had to hold back on what he wanted to do and he still got hate. The meta gaming allegations are a goddam joke i don't even need to talk about it, the biggest argument of red fans is that they were only half the team....

Have we watched the same event? Blue was max 3 persons on a good day and when someone tried to connect they would get killed by red before they could even understand the event ( people love to say blue lived in reds base but red did the same for the old blue base don't be hypocrite), while red had EVERYDAY like 5 people on at the same time and at the end of the day which was the best advantage ever

Red weren't victims, and I'm tired of people saying that it was the case. Open your eyes and see. Both teams were awful, and that was the objective of this event, I only wrote about bad red things because this is addressed to red fans.

[p1oscar]

Lando and dirty talk. That’s it. He likes to talk and he doesn’t shut up when going at his girl. And it’s not a few words or a sentence and then he’s shutting up oh no. He describes everything. How good she feels, how her pussy is getting red from him slapping her directly on the clit and from his balls, how her thighs are all wet cause she’s so desperate she’s gushing slick all over both of them. When she’s giving him a blow job or especially when he’s fucking her it’s on a whole new level. He’d degrade the shit out of her. Call her his little slut and tell her a whole story about how good she feels. Ugh I’m horny now

so annoyed i rambled ab his for at least 30 mins and tumblr shat the bed . redoing it but its not the same as my original tbh

imagine them when they first start dating and they’re making out and grinding for the first time, she pulls away to catch her breath and lando starts kissing her neck while guiding her hips against his, and he starts telling her how good she feels against him. then starts telling her about how bad he wants to taste her, that since they met all he’s thought about is how good she’ll taste and how pretty she’d sound cumming on his tongue. she’d be shocked into silence, wondering where her sweet, shy lando went and where this confident, crude man sex god came from.

she’d be so embarrassed by how turned on she is by it, soaking through her panties and pajama shorts and when he goes to rub her through them he’d start teasing her about how soaked she is when he hasn’t even done anything yet. tell her how sexy it is that she wants him so badly, tease her with his words and his fingers at the same time. when he finally starts fingering her he’d tell her to be quiet bc she’s so loud. once she chokes back the moans he’d laugh gleefully, and point out the slick sound being made by his fingers fucking her, “you hear that baby? was moaning so loud before you couldn’t, but you hear how soaked you are for me? your pretty little cunt is dripping for me.” and as if to make a point, he’d pull his fingers from her and lift his hand up, showing that even though he only had two fingers in her, his whole hand is soaked in her slick from her grinding against his hand.

or like him stripping her down so she’s completely naked and he’s still dressed, making her ride his thigh and he’d taunt her over soaking through his jeans, point out the wet spot getting larger with each roll of her hips. call her his desperate slut for begging him to fuck her while she rides her thigh, bit he wouldn’t touch her or fuck her until she’s worked for it, earned it by getting herself off on his thigh.

also, i think he’d love getting her all worked up (maybe even in public) by telling her all the things he’s gonna do to her. tell her how badly he wants to eat her out, that if she just let him, he would get down on his knees and eat her out right then and there. he’d go into detail about how he’d circle her clit with his tongue before nipping and sucking at it, how he’d hold her down while he fucks her with her tongue. get her all worked up then he dips his hand between her thighs and realizes she’s gotten her inner thighs all wet, literally dripping for him. he’d tease her for that too, rubbing his finger along the slick skin of her inner thigh as he says, “look how wet you are, dripping just for me, yeah?” and she doesn’t realize he wants a reply until he pinches her clit and she instantly answers, that it’s all for him and only him. it’s exactly what he wants to hear and he’d reward her for being good and knowing the answer.

when she’s sucking him off, he’s nonstop talking about how good it feels, telling her he loves when she sucks on his tip and flicks her tongue over it, when she jerks him off and sucks on his balls. he’d praise her for being so good at it and then degrade her for enjoying it so much, call her his needy whore who can’t go a day without having her mouth or cunt stuffed full.

[carebooks]

Emma and Daniel did not belong together.

After extensively rewatching Every Witch Way during Spring Break (yep, that's how I spent Spring Break), I went through tumblr and saw people wondering if this fandom still exists. Well, even if there's only like fifteen people on it, let's discuss Emma and one of her main love interests: Daniel.

I would like to disclose that I am a Jemma fan, after Jax showed up in S2, Daniel went out the window for little thirteen-year-old me. This isn't a Daniel VS Jax post, this is just about Emma and Daniel's relationship. This post will mainly reflect on why I think that, in the long run, they did not belong together. They're definitely a first loves ship, but not an endgame ship.

In S1 both were still young and finding their footing, but mainly Emma. Daniel had already dated Maddie for a while and then went through the whole first season flirting and liking Emma after his break up with Maddie. Daniel was also on top of his game, being the Sharks Swim Captain, and other than Maddie being his girlfriend, his life was happy and fine. Emma coming in merely improved it, she was nicer, thoughtful, and down to earth. But Emma's story was just beginning, she was discovering being a witch, having to deal with her powers, a witch bully Maddie at school, and daily shenanigans that entailed the magical world. Daniel is the last person to discover Emma is a witch and he also has the worst reaction to it. Not that surprising considering how regular his life has been, but that kind of tells us where this was headed.

In S2 Emma and Daniel have been together for months now, all through the summer. The thing is, Daniel's been happier than ever and he thinks Emma's powers never came back, something that she's been hiding from him this entire time. Lying to your SO is never a good thing, especially about something this big, something that is literally part of you. There are reasons for both of them however:

Emma knew how happy Daniel was that she was 'regular' and didn't want to ruin what they had by bringing in all her witch stuff, which tended to bring all sorts of chaos and antics.

Daniel didn't want Emma to have powers out of fear that other evil witches would come after her because she was the Chosen One.

While these are reasonable explanations for both of them, they're not fixing any of their real issues. Emma should not be lying to her boyfriend, eventually, it did catch up to her and she tried using magic to make him forget. Also not a good thing, even if she wanted a 'redo' at telling him. When he does find out, it causes their downfall. The thing is, Emma lied because Daniel just can't handle her being a witch. He's said that her powers being back would "ruin everything" and has shown a fear of witches when magic was brought up in S2E05. Emma keeps telling him that powers or no powers, she's still a witch. Still, she chose to hide a part of herself to try to have a normal relationship with her boyfriend. But hiding a part of yourself is never the answer and it eats away at you.

S2 also explores the fact that witches can't date humans, it's not allowed. The Council tries to have Emma break up with him otherwise they must take the witches magic away, but Emma being the Chosen One is a special case. Her magic removal is not on the table and she wants to keep her powers regardless. (I mean I agree with Emma, let the girl date whoever she wants) But it is another thing that drives them further apart, unfortunately, the Council ended up being right, most humans just can't handle the magical world. (Andi can handle it, so can Katie and Sophie, but Daniel can't.)

When it comes to the Fool Moon, it has a different effect on all sorts of witches. Jax's greed and envy magnify, Desdemona turns vindictive and wants Emma's powers, and Emma's impulse control is gone. This leads to Emma casting spells without really thinking about the consequences and out in the open. The Fool Moon is just a witch or wizard's desires coming to the surface. In retrospect, Maddie was just as affected, she started improving (slightly, but still progress) and didn't run from her feelings toward Diego. She was more open and entered a relationship with him.

We also see Emma's clones in this season. Her first clone, E, encompasses her dark side with none of the good. She calls Daniel dull, she's bored with him and his ideas for dates, and she finds Jax fun and wants to do magic whenever she wants. She's happy when Daniel breaks up with Emma because 1. She found him boring and 2. They get to keep their powers now and the Council can stop hounding them. This may be Emma's darkest side but it's still Emma. Some part of her does believe that Daniel is dull and finds Jax fun. Granted, her third clone, the Nerdy Emma is all about Daniel. This is why the clone spell is so very illegal, a witch is essentially pulling out a part of themselves and without the rest to balance it, they become a paragon of just one emotion or drive or aspect of their original personality. They're not whole. The Real Emma shares all these traits inside herself, she does like Daniel, she does find him dull sometimes, she does like math, she does find it boring at times, and she does like Jax but she does think he goes overboard sometimes.

See, this is where we come into an important piece of dialogue in S2 E16 between Maddie and Daniel talking about their romantic troubles.

Maddie: But if you two were still together, you'd want her to stop using her powers? Daniel: Maybe. Maddie: Then you don't accept Emma for who she is. And as a fellow witch, I'm offended for her!

This is an interesting moment in which someone like Maddie, someone who doesn't like Emma but is a witch just like her, sees that while Emma lied to Daniel, she did it because Daniel doesn't accept her as who she is.

Daniel has openly expressed anger and disinterest at the magic world. And hey, I understand, after all the spells Jax has cast on him to make him look bad in front of Emma's dad, or just the usual magic hijinks from Emma or Maddie, magic is not Daniel's friend. He doesn't find it fun or cool like Andi, he's not desensitized to it like Katie and Sophie. He's suffered from it and doesn't want anything to do with it and hey I can respect that. But this isn't good when you're in a relationship with a witch, the most powerful one in fact. So he's tiptoeing a line constantly between wanting to be with his girlfriend but disliking and fearing something that's part of her (and part of his friends' lives: Maddie and Diego).

Let's get to S3 when he was marked by Mia with her Kanay spider. Spider!Daniel broke up with Emma, started dating Mia, was a general jerk at school, even tied up his little siblings. It turns out that Mia's Spider doesn't cause him to act strange or evil, it just unleashes someone's 'inner wild'. It makes them do what they most want to do. So, Daniel did want to break up with Emma. He called Emma and Maddie trouble-brewing witches and had no problem telling a complete stranger all about their powers.

Now we could get into how Daniel's life was turned upside down more than plenty of times because of magic, but nothing beats S4 when Emma literally rewrites time when Daniel disappears. He and his family end up running an animal sanctuary and dating Mia. Then his life gets put back and it's for the worse because now he has no animals, no girlfriend, and he's back in a school hated by the principal. Overall, Daniel was not having a good time in S4. One of the many reasons why Emma puts him back where he was happy. (I would also like to remind everyone that Mia and her previously deceased parents were alive in the new accidental timeline of S4. I believe that Emma also was the cause of this, not only did she unintentionally give Daniel a better life but the same to Mia. And then she restored that life at the end of the season.)

In conclusion, Jemma forever.

But really, I hope someone reads this and enjoys or sees the situation from both sides and how they weren't really a good couple. Kind of doomed in the end when you think about it. I mean the girl loves butterflies and he's allergic to butterflies. I don't think the writers were subtle with that one, huh.

[wandaluvstacos]

I am so happy right now. That first line of stitches is literally the first thing I ever sewed with this machine, and they were just... perfect. Immediately. No adjusting of tension, timing, nothing. That's after I took the needle assembly out to clean and put it back in. Not sure if I'm lucky or if it's just hard to fuck up the timing on these machines.

Anyway, I'm so happy she RUNS cuz I rewired her ENTIRELY because all of her wiring was rotted through. I had no guarantee that I did it right until I could put it all together and plug it in. And everything works!!!! :D This is a 96-year-old machine that according to the woman I bought it off of Facebook Marketplace from for $40 said she didn't think it had been used in 30 years.

And it showed, of course, though she was in pretty good shape overall. I had to do a lot of cleaning of old varnish, but she didn't have much rust.

Before:

After:

She will do 30 STITCHES PER INCH, which if you're wondering what that looks like, it's the stitches on the right:

Even my 50s/60s era machines don't stitch that tiny.

Her motor sounds good too, not loud or laggy. Amazing that a 96-year-old motor can run so well. But that's how they made shit back then.

Anyway, next plan of action: redo the cabinet. I want to take off the veneer on the top of it and put new veneer on. This thing was not taken good care over the course of its life, which is sad, cuz this machine would have cost a shit ton of money in 1928.

I'll probably sand down the rest and restain it. And maybe do a French polish on both machine and cabinet, to protect them for another 100 years. :3

[mellarkably]

ur so right abt the way that scene between ben and devi was shot because every single moment when we see devi making out with someone (or about to have s*x) is so driven by her “horny side” only, for paxton and des she just wanted to have s*x and get over with it and with ethan she just was on her horny and active rush which is good but the ben/devi scene, yes it was framed with a sense of urgency between them but also so much care and love. the lighting, the touches, the hands, smiling at each other and just everything about it was beautiful.

and call me crazy but i am happy the show didn’t do the typical “devi only has s*x with ben” narrative because i was about sure they wouldn’t have her have s*x with ethan and they did and was surprised because most shows don’t do that. ben and devi lost their virginity together and that’s already special but they didn’t have devi pondering around waiting for ben. she got to experience a little bit of fun and discover her preferences and be comfortable with it (and maybe ben did so too with margot) and then they get to make love to each other and know what it means and the differences in that and now they can start a relationship when there’s some level of experience and they can just explore what they both want.

some shows tend to do the opposite for “romanticism” so i am glad they did not.

OH ANON HOW I LOVE YOU FOR THIS BECAUSE CAN. WE. TALK ABOUT IT!

i already predicted a while ago that the show would have ben and devi make love again but this time it would be much more natural and easy for them:

i agree with you. i think it was important to show benvi's first time as being awkward, and having it pale in comparison to her next time with ethan, who is far more experienced. it allowed devi to have fun (and im assuming its almost certain ben also had sex with margot) while embodying the whole, fun time NOT a long time thing. im sure they both learned a lot about their preferences like you said during those respective relationships.

but going back to what i loved most about 410's sex redo - how it was the ONLY sex scene in the show that wasn't shot like a high school steamy fling type of deal.

of course, there's that big damn kiss that's been building up for four years with more steam needed to be released than pati's rice cooker, BUT, the lighting. the song, the actors' natural chemistry. the tone itself already feels so much more serious than any other romantic scene in the show.

i honestly thought it would end here, so imagine my surprise when they continued - and i think this second part is what sets it apart from all the other intimate scenes in the show.

henna shot. i fucking died. ive talked enough about this on twitter and im sure other people are talking about this but it is just so symbolic for devi as an individual, her relationship with her culture and how she doesn't have to separate that from her romantic endeavours because she is desirable as she is! s1 devi would faint! she absolutely would!

and now this shot, which is what the tags you're referring to were about, has me still going cuckoo bananas like. pulling away to smile at each other. they're literally in fucking love. this is love. this is not the show trying to gain an audience using steamy scenes, or devi being horny - not that there is anything wrong with that either - but she is so visibly content and comfortable and happy and you can see it in her smile. both of their smiles in fact.

that small moment is what makes this scene for me.

anyway sorry for the huge rant. if you couldn't tell already i really love this scene! it was very well done.

[thenightshadowqueen]

Hi...If you don't mind, can I ask, who are your top 7 (or top 5) favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon) and your top 10 favorite characters ever from any media? Why do you love them all? Thanks if you want to answer....

Hi! Thank you so much for the ask! I love making lists, so I’m going to have a great time with this.

(Also I’m not sure if characters from Shoot from the Hip videos (improvised comedy group, if you haven’t heard of them) fall under the categories you laid out for the ships, but I decided to include them; I hope that’s all right! If you want me to redo the list without them, let me know.)

Ships

7. Bubbamiah (Bubba x Jeremiah, Inside the Mysterious Cube (Shoot from the Hip), canon)

They have such a wholesome relationship. They’re gay farmers (funny that SFTH has done that twice) from the southern US, and they’re just so genuinely happy together. Also their story is so gorgeous? I love that they fight side by side—Bubba got cube legs just to follow Jeremiah onto the battlefield, and I assume that was something he hadn’t really wanted to do (because he’d have done it sooner if he wanted to). But he did it anyway so that Jeremiah wouldn’t be alone. And then Jeremiah dies (in what is genuinely one of the most beautiful death scenes I’ve ever witnessed), and Bubba’s response is to get revenge, because he knows that’s what Jeremiah would want. And then Jeremiah comes back, and I’m so glad he does, because they deserve to go back to living their comfortable, peaceful lives on the farm.

6. Ditch (Derek x Titch, the Unrelenting Aubergine (Shoot from the Hip), canon)

Oh, look, the other gay farmers from a SFTH play. Who would have guessed? Okay, but seriously, these two are so fucking adorable. Derek is so helplessly in love. Honestly, despite the clear sexual intent of the title, they are so wholesome. Also: Titch, my beloved. He’s so scared of his own feelings, and Derek is perfect for him, too, because he knows when to give Titch space and when to push him to make a decision. They just have such a beautiful story.

5. Hornchurch (Andrews x Betruvia, the Phantom of Hornchurch (Shoot from the Hip), headcanon)

Look. Look. They have everything I look for in a couple. They remind me so much of Evervale, so it’s honestly no surprise I gravitated toward them. The thing is, no matter how much I love more wholesome ships, tragic and toxic ships have always been and will always be my favourite. And they definitely fall insert both categories. They’ve spent millennia reincarnating just to fight each other, and that, if you ask me, is very gay.

4. Esmerelda x the vampire slayer (the thirsty vampires sketch (Shoot from the Hip), canon)

Honestly I’m not even sure I can talk about them because I just want to scream. They had so much fucking chemistry, for a start, and I loved their characters individually. But together? I just. I just. Also, the fucking ending… I loved it before. But the ending just solidified it. Because, as previously stated, I love tragic or toxic ships. And so here we are. (Also is there a ship name for them? Because I need one.)

3. Castlelair (Alastair Lowe x Gavin Grieve, All of Us Villains and All of Our Demise by Amanda Foody and C. L. Herman, canon)

Okay so. So. Um. I’m unsure of how to express my love for them, because holy shit. This is enemies to lovers done right. I remember reading the first book and thinking that they had chemistry, but I didn’t think anything would come of it, because Alastair was with Isobel. And then I read the second book, and I screamed. They’re so perfect? I have so many annotations just screaming incoherently about them (honestly calling them annotations is a bit of a stretch). I love how they’re opposites of each other from the beginning, and yet so fucking similar deep down. Also, I love how obsessed Gavin was with him from the beginning, especially when compared to the fact that Alastair literally never bothered to learn his name at the beginning. Also (and this is probably bad), I love it when my ships torture someone else together. I don’t know what it is, but something about it compels me like nothing else (again, in FICTION). So that is quite the bonus for them. I could genuinely write a whole wall of text about them (albeit not a very coherent one), but I’ll leave it for now.

2. Evervale (Eli Ever x Victor Vale, Vicious and Vengeful by V. E. Schwab, headcanon)

Evervale is kind of what I look for when I’m looking for ships. They have so much history, which is probably the thing I love the most in ships. I wrote two posts a bit ago about all of the things I love about them, so I think this bit will probably just be a shorter version of that, but here goes. They are the only people who have ever understood each other, and they are the only people who ever will. They mean so much to each other, even ten years after everything went down. And even though they hate each other, they still care so much about what the other one thinks. They’re so fundamentally similar but different in such key ways, and I love them so much, and I think I’m going to cut myself off here, because I already did two posts about this.

1. Merthur (Arthur Pendragon x Merlin, BBC Merlin, headcanon)

It was never going to be anyone else. They’re a classic, and there’s a reason for that. The tragedy of it is a big part of what draws me to it—Merlin is left wandering the world, alone, forever, without his other half. But there’s also—and I think I made a post about this, too—the element of unbalanced dedication. Merlin loves Arthur so deeply that he rewrites his entire moral code, crosses all of his lines (“Who says my destiny has to include murder?”), literally gives his entire life trying to keep Arthur safe. And Arthur has no idea. And that, more than anything else, is the thing that makes this ship for me. (I told you I liked the darker relationship dynamics.) Obviously, there are also a million other reasons why I ship them—the way they talk to each other, the fucking looks—but I think that the the reason I love them as much as I do comes down to the dedication and the tragedy.

Characters

10. June (Vengeful by V. E. Schwab)

I’m genuinely so intrigued by her. I don’t have that much to say about her, to be honest, because we don’t have a lot of information on her, but I just really like her. She’s so interesting, and I really want to learn more about her; I hope we get more of her backstory in Victorious.

9. Merlin (BBC Merlin)

Honestly, he goes through so much. He deserved so much better, but truthfully, his pain is part of why I love him so much. The thing is, I don’t often find myself liking main characters, because I find “good people” to be irritating (in fiction, obviously). But Merlin intrigues me, because he starts with such a strong moral code, but he ends up sacrificing all of that for Arthur’s sake. And that? That kind of character progression fascinates me.

8. Juliet Caesar (Caesar and Juliet (Shoot from the Hip))

I love murderous women, okay? She’s insane, and I love her for it. Her line about women getting corrupted by power just like men was iconic. Also, I’m just so interested as to her character development. Because of the time-skip, we go from her being fourteen and a pretty innocent, sweet girl—albeit with a definite hint of desire for power—to her fifteen years later, as a full-grown woman, murdering people and running the entire country. And I just really want to see those fifteen years. (Obviously they didn’t have time in the play; this isn’t a criticism of that.) But yeah, she really interests me.

7. Arthur Pendragon (BBC Merlin)

The first time I saw Arthur Pendragon on a screen, I was twelve years old, and he was a dick. And the first words out of my mouth were, “He’s going to be my favourite.” And he hasn’t let me down. Arthur is a flawed character—which I actually really appreciate, especially since a lot of Arthurian stories portray him as the pinnacle of chivalry—but he has a good heart and a lot of trauma. And I think he’s such a fascinating character, especially looking at the way his dad fucked him up. He made a lot of mistakes through the course of show, but he’s always genuinely trying to do what’s best for his people.

6. The vampire slayer (the thirsty vampires sketch (Shoot from the Hip))

She deserves a name. (I’ve seen a few fanon ones floating around, but I wasn’t sure which one to use.) She’s amazing. She’s so clever, with the way she infiltrated Ybbob and Esmeralda’s home, and with her seduction of Esmeralda. Also, I’m very much here for her very open interest in both of the vampires. (You could argue that that was for show, but I like to think that that’s just what she told herself, and it was actually fuelled by genuine desire. But that’s just a headcanon.) (Also Sam played her really hot—)

5. Gwaine (BBC Merlin)

Okay so. First, to get the obvious out of the way: who the fuck let him look like that? He’s both pretty and hot, and that shouldn’t be allowed. For the record, that is not the only reason I like him. Honestly, the main reason I like him is because he’s a sassy little shit, and that’s my favourite character archetype. He has absolutely no regard for status, and he has chemistry with fucking everybody, and he’s honestly just a queer icon. (Out of the MANY queer-coded characters in BBC Merlin, he is one of the few I genuinely physically cannot picture being straight.)

4. Gavin Grieve (All of Us Villains and All of Our Demise by Amanda Foody and C. L. Herman)

Gavin. Gavin. I think the reason I adore him so much—or, at least, the biggest reason, because I have a lot—is because of just how far he’s willing to go. That’s what I look for in a character. He knows what he wants—to survive—and he will do anything to get it. He mutilates himself. He kidnaps someone. He tortured two separate men. He will do anything, and I admire that. He took his fucked-up family and childhood, and he decided that he was going to prove them all wrong. And he did, and I’m so proud of him.

3. Victor Vale (Vicious and Vengeful by V. E. Schwab)

There are very few characters I relate to as deeply as I relate to Victor Vale. (Which, knowing the things he’s done, is quite concerning, actually.) The way he talks about something being “missing” from himself, more after he became an EO but before that, too, but not feeling like that’s necessarily a bad thing, is both fascinating and deeply relatable. Also, there’s one scene that has stuck with me since I first read it: Victor in the hotel the night they rescue Sydney, feeling that bone-deep restlessness. That is the first and only time I’ve ever seen that feeling—which I also experience (it genuinely feels like torture)—adequately described. I love Victor for a lot of reasons; he’s pragmatic, and he’s quite ambivalent about morals, and he’s totally obsessed with and locked in on Eli. But every reason I give just comes back to how much I see myself in him.

2. Alastair Lowe (All of Us Villains and All of Our Demise by Amanda Foody and C. L. Herman)

Alastair Lowe is my baby. Honestly, his family fucked him up so badly, even worse than the other families—and that’s saying something. His obsession with being a villain is beautiful, and I really love seeing how his relationship to villainy and being a monster evolves through the books. He starts out so sure of himself, and then, after Hendry’s death, he’s so unsure, and then he decides that he wants to become a better person. And then, when Hendry comes back, he backslides so gorgeously. Honestly, he is one of the best characters I’ve ever read. He’s so angry, and he’s so sad, and he’s so hurt, and he doesn’t even know it.

1. Morgana Pendragon (BBC Merlin)

I said that I love insane women, and I meant it. I love insane women. Honestly, her character arc was so beautiful. (It could have been better executed, but overall, I still really liked it.) She was my favourite character from the first episode, and that has not changed since I was twelve years old. Good Morgana is my favourite. So is evil Morgana. (Also, this isn’t why I love her, but why the fuck is she allowed to be that gorgeous? It is deeply unfair to me as a queer person.) I genuinely don’t know what to say, because I don’t think I can offer any kind of intelligent insight into why I love her. I just love her.

[icantrememberwhoiwaslastdecember]

EVERGLEN FLOOR PLANS (kind of)

OKAY LISTEN

These are horrible. They absolutely suck. I couldn't access a ruler and, well, I have the messiest handwriting known to humankind. And any other existing being. I'll probably redo them sometimes, neater since I rushed all of these.

Also, the lighting when I took the pictures were horrible. Had to do everything on paper because technology was being mean >:0

yes I was leaning on an atlas

on the floor

One more thing to add- I based this off, like, no canon at all. (close to no canon at least) I made 99% of this up, based everything off vibes and hc's (bad ones)

Everglen floor plan under the cut! (complete with both related and unrelated notes)

Includes:

Floor 1 plan

Floor 2 plan

Floor 3 plan

Everglen grounds plan

Related + unrelated notes

lemme include a mini explanation about some of this :)

everglen has the vibes of three floors.

the kitchen is totally close to the door

so whenever biana is cooking in the kitchen the front door is close by, just in case. (my hc: she's a horrible baker. idk if that's canon or not)

biana and fitz's room are down the hall from each other- they can run down to the other's room in, like, 5 seconds because... sibling antics :D

there was some super random stuff i included. doesn't relate to everglen at all. (for example: 'mr arson x bronte' and some keefitz stuff)

i had a choice to be productive and FINALLY bake like i've been nagging myself to for the past few weeks or do random kotlc shit.

you can tell which option i chose.

everglen has TOO MANY BATHROOMS. plus, like, 3 guest rooms.

mysterious locked rooms. three of them. i'm GOING to find a purpose for them in my fanfic (keefitz ;D)

and i know little to nothing about architecture (how tf do you spell that-) so these floor plans would NEVER WORK

i also included like, the outsideness

lake, forest, alvar's flat thing he stayed in during..flashback was it?? i think i need to reread the series-

stargazing on the roof. fitz. biana. keefe. yes.

if fitz is up on the roof, his parents literally cannot get him down. he WILL stay up there till he wants to. he levitates up/down :)

keefe keeps almost breaking bones bc he is not the greatest at levitating

that's why he has fitz :)

tbh the lost cities needs therapists

elwin needs to be a therapist

he specialises in physical injuries? idc.

uhh anyways yeah that's mostly it :D

@a-lil-rats-art @stunning-mess

hey guys i posted it :D

told y'all it sucked but- 🤷‍♀️

I hate this. :)

[yawnderu]

I only have the courage to ask this because it is a good 1:30AM as I am writing this and the sleep deprivation is hitting me hard so I am sorry that you have to suffer through my ramble

Anywho, I think we should encourage more people to make COD OCs because it is so fun to see how people would interpret how their OC would react with the in game characters. I feel like most people do not one to do it due to the stigma associated with it and self inserts but OCs can be so fun

For example, I want to know more about Stray and learn everything I can but that may just be my Autism and my hyperfixation on talking about OCs I find interesting. I remember reading the post you had done for her after you reblogged it and it made me want to redo the biographies I had done for my two major COD OCs as I just loved it

We also need more trends for OCs. When I get round to posting about mine I want to try and make a trend where other creators can post ideas about skins their OC or self insert would have if they were in multiplayer since I myself love thinking of outfit designs as they can show so much of the OC's personality. Or a trend where we get to see OC voice lines if they were in the games and voice lines of them talking to other characters as I love when OCs have beef with the in game characters as it is just so fun

Since imagine if Stray and König had a matching skin set similar to how König and Horangi have a matching skin set

I just wanted to bring it up to you because you are one of the only few creators I follow that have a COD OC and I thought you may like a ramble. As you can probably tell I have a love for learning and talking about OCs, mine and others

Also for the ask game I want to know the answer to question 11 as I love hearing about OCs and their weapons especially if they customise their weapons

Have a good night wherever you are and please get some rest and I apologise about this ramble

I was literally laying in bed watching Naked and Afraid but this got me so excited that I got back on my PC to answer BHJEHBKEFKJHB

Yes yes!! I'd absolutely love to see more people creating their COD ocs, I have quite a lot of fun creating mine. OCs are definitely a lot of fun, you're basically creating a character from scratch AND you get the choice to make them look and act the way you want, as well as giving them any backgrounds and relationships you could possibly want!!

You can ask me anything about Stray!! I absolutely adore talking about my OCs, that also includes K-9, though I haven't made an official Military Personnel Profile for her yet!

AHHH yesyes!! Especially the skins would be interesting to see since the military has quite a lot of regulations, but I adore seeing characters in more casual clothes and what they'd dress like normally, little details such as masks and even weapon attachments could give them so much charisma.

Funny thing about the voice lines thing!! I was actually planning on making that for Stray since I have a professional microphone, but I got kinda lazy on creating voice lines to do the VA work HBJEFBHJ

Ahhh absolutely!! Even if it's something small, she definitely enjoys matching with König, so I can imagine her wearing a similar mask or maybe even a mask created by him because at the end of the day, they're spec ops and they need to maintain their privacy.

Question 11!!

What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it? As it is used by both the German and British military, her weapon of choice is the AWM sniper, as it has a pretty precise and effective firing range. Although with the 141 she doesn't get the chance to be a sniper much and has become more hands-on, she used to work with the AWM quite a lot back in the German military and after being recruited as a KorTac member.

You too!! Don't apologize, I absolutely adore talking about my OCs and as someone who's also autistic, this itched a special part of my brain<333