#... I had this in my queue for weeks and you're telling me it's gonna get posted on the day I had to read that stupid synopsis?

[hubba1892]

„Und Sie? Polizistin aus Leidenschaft?“ „Manche Dinge sucht man sich nicht aus, die wird man einfach.“

[moony-mari]

1:58 am - lando norris 

Lando norris x fem!reader Summary: 1:58 am the time he walked out of your life or 1:58 am the time he walked back into your life Warnings: hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. max is max fewtrell, italics are flashbacks a/n: put my playlist on shuffle and started writing! Hope you like it send me requests if you want an idea to be written! 

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1:58 am the exact time he walked out of your shared apartment leaving you alone, tears cascading down your face as you wondered why he went away. 

Your knees gave out as you sank to the couch, tears blurring your eyes as you opened your phone, your heart clenching as you looked at the photo of lando that lit up the dim room. Immediately you opened your email drafting  a letter of resignation to send to all the quadrant members. 

Placing your phone down, you began to walk around the apartment, memories flooding your mind 

The rain hit the windows harshly causing you and Lando to look at eachother “we're gonna get soaked” he laughed. You'd gone out for dinner and decided it was a good idea to walk to to the restaurant completely forgetting how brutal the UK weather can be 

“I guess we'll have to run home. You wanna race me lan?”

“You don't stand a chance” he smirked at you as he took your hand and led you to the door. 

He was right, you couldn't win,completely drenched hair dripping you finally caught up to him trying to catch your breath ”you could've let me win arsehole” 

“Where's the fun in that baby” he took your hand, and as if on queue music started playing from the car parked on the side “let's dance” 

You're not much for dancing but for him you did. And so you danced in the rain, laughing like a bunch of idiots. Lando pulled you in for a sweet kiss which you gladly reciprocated, until you jumped the honk of a car breaking you apart.

“Do you want to come home or are you just gonna keep standing in the rain all night?” max called 

“Oi you muppet you played the song didn't you? You should’ve shouted us before” 

“Believe it or not i actually like you two together so i gave you a cute moment don't worry i got pictures and videos so i expect a thank you”

“Thank you max” you giggled at his antics and pulled lando to the car 

You placed the frame face down not wanting to remember anymore, the hole in your heart only growing as you continued to roam through the dark halls, leading to your bedroom. Checking your phone one more time pleading for a message a call anything to tell you that he was okay and that he was coming home 

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Nov 20th was the date. 2 weeks. 14 days. Complete radio silence. Your resignation had not gone down well. Max showing up to your place pleading with you to come back saying Lando was an idiot for what he did and how you shouldn't throw 3 years of hard work at quadrant because Lando was being a dipshit. Ria and the boys spammed you with messages.you told them you’d finish all the videos scheduled this year but after that you were done. You couldn't work with him anymore. 

How could you go back? 9 years of friendship and a 4 year relationship down the drain like it meant nothing. you’ve been there since the beginning. You held him while he cried and celebrated with him after a good race. But most importantly you loved him. You thought he loved you too. 

Dread consumed you as ria dropped off your abu dhabi paddock passes reminding you that quadrant scheduled a video filming the last race of the year from the mclaren garage. You had no choice but to go. It was work after all. So you packed your bags (full of Lando's hoodies that still smell like him) , got on the plane and checked into your room on wednesday night.Declining offers to go out because you knew he'd be there and you weren't ready to face him yet. 

Saturday rolled around (too quickly) and you were getting ready to go to the paddock to watch quali. The Mclarens had been looking unbelievable this weekend, the progress they've made throughout the year clearly showing with both of the drivers being at the top in both fp1 and fp2. Your mind wandered to the possibility of Lando winning a race. Your heart clenched. A knock on your door brought you back to reality. “Are you almost ready, love quali is starting in 30 minutes? The cars waiting in the lobby ” ria spoke through the door. You grabbed what you needed and headed out. 

As predicted, Oscar finished fp3 in p1 with Lando just behind. Your heart rate was skyrocketing as you walked closer to the McLaren garage.Max knew how hard this was for you so he pulled you aside “i've known you for 9 years. I know when you're not okay. I know this is hard but this is the last time you'll be with us. Forget lando. I mean quadrant. Aarav, steve, ethan ,niran, ria, me the people you've spent the last few years with building this brand so enjoy yourself. I may be Lando's best friend but you know you'll always have me.” 

Tears pooled in your eyes as you hugged him pouring everything into it not being able to answer him verbally. You wiped your tears and continued to walk to the garage with Max next to you. 

Luckily Lando was already in the car when you got there so you settled into the familiar garage missing the feeling of watching live from the garages. Quali  went past in a blur and now all you could focus on was Lando's car going round the track setting purple sectors all around. Screams erupted as he crossed the finish line and secured pole position. Hugging all your friends and fully embracing the moment.

Lando soon made it back into the garage and Max gave you the heads up so you could go back to the hotel. You knew you'd have to face him tomorrow but maybe tomorrow you would be ready. You settled into bed and hoped you would be okay and drifted off to sleep. 

Loud knocking woke you up. Looking around for your phone you checked the time. 1:58 am. Walking up to the door thinking it was just ria you pulled on a hoodie and opened the door.You wrong. Lando stood on the opposite end of the door. Bags under his eyes and his cheeks more hollow than you remembered  he just stood there defeated. Until he finally broke the silence that consumed all the air around you

“Can I come in?” 

[888-fr]

WHY I DON'T RETIRE MY SKINS: an essay

Disclaimer that I'm speaking from a point of being established here, because not everybody can afford to run their skin shop like I do. I don't judge less established artists for needing to limit their skins because they can't afford to print a run with only 2 people on it. I'm also not judging anybody who does retire their skins after a set number of prints - whole different matter! I'm giving an opinion piece based on my own personal thoughts about running my own skin shop.

Okay, now that's out of the way. I really dislike the idea of time-limiting my skins. There's just no actual justification for me, as an established skin artist, to limit skins I know will sell... aside from prestige, and putting buying pressure on my customers. So there's a couple of reasons I don't like that:

1) Erodes trust in the artist.

Yes, I could probably make more money if I kept my skins limited so people HAD to pick up my skin on release. Maybe even all 4 colors of the skin, including the one they don't really keep in their hoard. Just in case they want it down the line but it won't be available anymore.

Is this good business practice though? Do I want people to start feeling panicked every time I ping for a release, because they just picked up a new project and really really CAN'T afford to be buying skins right now but there's 5 colorways of my skin available and they'll probably be resold for 2kg as soon as they retire?

Personally, no! I want people excited when I ping, not feeling dread in their hearts and budgets. I want people to be thinking: 'Awesome, a new skin! I can't afford that right now but I know he always keeps a few on the AH at print price even after preorders end. Even if I can't buy a skin just this moment, I'll be sure to keep an eye on his thread for when I have gems again.' Or: "Awesome, a new skin! This one doesn't appeal to my lair aesthetic, so I will just nod and smile. I don't feel the need to buy it in case it gets popular for resale, because it will always be on the AH for print price."

People tell me about unsubscribing from GASP because they get anxiety being pinged for skins they want but can't have. So I want people to stay on my pinglist because there's no pressure on them whatsoever to purchase anything. It'll always be here, okay? In the meantime, just enjoy the art, maybe preview it on a scry or two. I'll be here if you're back in three weeks, or three months.

2) Passive income!

I lied. I probably would've made less money time limiting all my skins than by keeping my skins restocked. A couple of reasons for this:

- My earlier skins sold worse. This isn't psychology, it's just numbers. Some of my most popular stock were made early on in 2021/2022. I didn't have that many sales then, so could you imagine if I had retired them immediately after that? There's 230something copies of SAILOR'S WARNING out in the world right now. If that skin was time limited after preorders died down, I would've sold "only" 50 forever.

- People see my shop stock whenever you ping for a new releases. I get 3-4 sales off auction house whenever I release something new and people check my front page. It's not a lot but it's consistent.

- It's a win-win situation, okay? If a skin is popular, there's no reason to time limit it to drive up sales. If it IS popular, then people are going to see it on other people's dragons, go "damn that's a nice skin," and maybe do an AH search for it. And if there's a cheap print price copy available, they're gonna buy it.

2) Reprints are easy!

It was a lot more annoying to keep track of queue numbers and inventory back when reprints had to go through regular queue for a week. Did I put in 10 copies of SUNHEAVEN already? Wait, are my kitsune aethers back yet? How many of MOLOCH are still listed?

Now I can put in a blueprint and get my reprint instantly. No fuss at all.

3) I don't want to buy into the 'this is a retired skin' hype...

This is just personal preference. It makes me feel a little bad when a public skin I made is popular and people can't afford to have it. I'm not judging anybody who does like it when their skins are rare, special, and sought after.

It's just... I get that part of my brain scratched from my customs. They're gorgeous, they're 5 prints, they're on the AH for 30kg if you really want one. Most importantly they're niche and high coverage enough that even if someone hadn't paid me to draw an exclusive skin specifically for their dragon, they'd never do well as a public skin anyway.

Here are some tips for people looking into keeping their skins unlimited:

- You don't need to do it like I do.

Blueprints are expensive. Even I don't have my entire catalogue stocked, only the ones I noticed always have reprint requests. For example, only SAILOR'S WARNING out of 4 total colors for my impm skins is kept stocked because the others don't sell enough to justify it.

If you can't afford to stock them 10 at a time, have the customer provide the blueprints. Shelving your skins but having them be reprintable with a BP and a fee (350g is good for 850g print prices; remember, 500g of that went to you purchasing blueprints in the public run, so it doesn't make sense to charge customers a whole 850g when they're already providing the blueprint) is a good alternative to permanently retiring your skins. You don't get a ton of people who can afford that, but the option is there for people who want it.

- Notice which skins sell!

If you already have a good amount of skins in catalogue and have trouble figuring out which ones to begin stocking, you can start by checking in with your pinglist. Poll them and see which ones you'd want to rerun.

- Don't have so many recolors.

It's a law of the universe that they more recolors you have, the worse they sell collectively. I usually do 2, no more than 3. If you have to time limit your skins to get 6 recolors to hit print, then it's time to cut those recolors down.

There's reasons for this: it's choice paralysis, people may want 'complete sets' and will skip out if you're making that complete set cost 4kg total, and it just plain doesn't make sense for very similar color schemes to cover 4 different skins. Feel free to print personal recolors or have custom recolors open.

[lonely-north-star]

jewelry maker mammon x retail worker mc pt 2

hi guys, two people asked for part two and now I'm here. Did not expect people to find enjoyment in this.

Part one above, not sure how to shorten it on mobile. Once again, this is me projecting onto my MC because I'm not suffering alone. Anyway, more craft store silliness !!

-Mammon attends the hiring event, dressed in a button down shirt and his hair combed. It's his Lucky Interview Outfit™

-He's kinda nervous because he really would like to work here and doesn't want to blow his chance

-The store manager recognizes him, and Mammon can't tell if this is good or bad

-Good because he's already got him laughing, and it helps brush over the fact that there's a few gaps in his resume

-The manager admits he had hoped to see Mammon there and it's good to put a name to a face

-Asks Mammon what he wants to work as, which Mammon kinda shrugs at, saying he's pretty flexible, but reminds him he's already good with the beads

-Says they'll label him as a floor person and put him anywhere as needed

-His first day is filled with training which he finds extremely boring until MC comes in to the break room

-She stops in her tracks and is stunned to see him there, before she recovers and smiles at him

"You're gonna work here now?"

"Nah, they just gave me a vest and name badge for nothing."

-She huffs and side eyes him as she grabs her equipment, rolling her eyes when she puts her bag away. Turns around, handing him a yellow star sticker

"For your badge."

-Suddenly he's even more eager to finish training and get to work

-His first days, he works short shifts during her hours and trains on the register (because everyone needs to know they claim)

-MC falls short of shaking him, sternly telling him to ask questions, no, she will not get mad. Yes, she may look irritated but she always looks like that. She'd rather you ask.

-They let him take over on his third day and he has great interactions with every customer

-He gets two credit card applications immediately. Had to walkie for help because he knew the script, but not the process (because no one ever gets them)

-The manager group chat receives a single photo of his tally sheet from the store manager because "Five sign ups! Three protection plans! Where has this cashier been my whole career? 🔥"

-He quickly becomes a favorite because of how good his numbers are

-No one knows how he does it but as long as higher ups aren't breathing down their neck everyone is happy

-It's because he's extremely motivated by the sticker rewards MC gives out. They're scented

-He might be good at the register but he hates staying up there when it's slow because he feels trapped. He can only recover the queue line so much guys

-Will beg to go on the floor if he's met the goal for the week and there's another person scheduled. Or will work to make the goal first and then beg to switch places

-On Fridays he works mornings in order to do jewelry repacks (Repacks are boxes of mixed products that get sent to us that we have to sort into other boxes by department. These things are like 12 x 10 x 20 inches maybe?)

-They are PACKED with products. The strung beads specifically come wrapped in bubble wrap or sealed bags by the SKU. Same goes for other products like findings, wire, and string. You spend a lot of time ripping open the package, pulling it out, scanning it, and then putting it on the shelf

-But see, Mammon knows these aisles better than the back of his hand. He doesn't need the scanner

-He'll unwrap handfuls at a time of strung beads and immediately start putting them out. Anything that goes in the next aisle he doesn't touch because he will not be walking back and forth, he's going to gather it all up and do it at once

-He spends barely an hour on each box, and once he's done, he admires any of the new items that came in. As a treat.

-Replen manager comes to check on him and she's stunned to find him done. She buys him a pastry from across the street as a reward

-He does help out with other repacks, but it takes him longer since he's not as familiar with the aisles

-Despises craft paint with a burning passion. Do NOT put him in that aisle or he will throw a fit. Threatens to quit (wouldn't actually)

-Gets frustrated easily with that aisle because the paint tubes fall over too often. And his hands are too big to reach for the one that fell over, and he'll end up knocking more over because the shelves are too close together

-Has trouble folding T-shirts. MC has shown him multiple times but he can't stay consistent with it

-One time she found him kneeling on the floor trying to fold a shirt. Has not let him fold since

-Now if they're working together, she folds them and he puts them away. It's efficient.

-After three weeks, he's gotten pretty good with memorizing the store and product locations. He has come to this conclusion.

Hell: Craft paint, T-Shirts, Open Stock Paintbrushes

Heaven: Jewelry <3, Kids Beads, Seasonal, Yarn

Neutral: Fine Arts, Ribbon (Thin Ice), Stickers, Fabric, Floral, Baking (Hates the baking pans specifically though), Wood, Frames, the rest of the store basically

-He likes making things look neat (actually likes the way MC looks pleased when he drags her over to show it off)

-If they're working together, he might get slightly distracted and trail after her to chat. She only allows it if it's slow.

-If someone needs help she'll shoo him away/send him off. He'll come right back after he's done though

-Otherwise she's walking through the aisles recovering with him and doing returns, handing him stuff and pointing to where it goes as he rambles about a new commission he made. Or the newest beads they got in stock.

"Says B 23."

"And they said they we're gettin' it for their partner-"

"There. Next to the red gift bags."

"-but how do ya not know their favorite color?! C'mon! That's like the first thing ya learn!"

"What's yours?"

"Blue. Or gold. And yellow, when gold ain't an option, because yellow is a lot more common. But none of that neon crap! Nah, like.. like.. I'll show ya when we reach the bead aisle! Anyway, they came back all-"

-'Yellow.' She thinks. Fitting, for someone who brightens her day so much. She shakes the thought away.

-She won't admit it but she does enjoy it. It makes the time pass faster.

"Did you know the beads go on sale Sunday? And we get paid this Friday. Are you gonna buy any?"

"...Are ya messin' with me?"

"Why would I be?"

"I'm going to buy so many things."

-MC starts to dread Sunday, and knows she's gonna have to reign him in. Oh boy.

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hahaha pt 3 is in the works, i think. Because I had more ideas, but this got long again. Rest of this is me rambling.

Anyway, today I worked on repacks for Research™. And because I didn't wanna hear people asking if things are in the back. NO. I DID IT ALL TODAY !! EVERY LAST BIT !! (for t shirts and jewelry at least)

Took me four hours to do three jewelry boxes, though I did stop multiple times to help customers and go fulfill online orders. And unlike Mammon, I did need a scanner for some of it.

T shirts I did five boxes and took ten minutes a box since I didn't need the scanner except a handful of times. So it definitely varies on what department you're doing how long you'll take and how familiar you are with the aisle. For reference, it took my coworker 3.5 hours to do two boxes of jewelry.

Edit:

HERE'S PT 3 LOLOL

[duckchu]

I've literally been on the fence about submitting this request for a week now.

Well…

Only if it's possible, I would like a request for Sett Heartsteel with a girlfriend who is like Hiro Hamada… I'll try to explain it… let's say that Reader is an intelligent inventor (her older brother is still alive, I don't want to cry here), and she lives and works in her aunt's cafeteria, goes to university from time to time and she spends sleepless nights improving her older brother's medical robot. Let's say that reader met Sett when she was going to visit her older brother recovering from burns, and Sett was only accompanying her mother to a medical checkup for pain in her shoulder.

bye bye

I kinda got inspired by the old Inventor trait from tft so reader is friends with Ezreal

Heartsteel Sett x Inventor!reader

If you kept on working like this, you would end up in the hospital like your brother. You knew that. Especially with the way you were getting restless at night and started messing up during university and your work. But oh well. You made really good progress on the bot! You had to tell your brother about that! After your work you went into the hospital, but you felt hungry...so you visited the cafeteria, looking for something to eat. It wasn't crowded, only you and a lady with purple, almost white hair. You went to the vending machine and decided on what to get. And of course it got stuck. You tried shaking it, but you were too weak, especially since you were skipping meals to work on the robot...then the machine shook again, finally letting your food out. You looked to your left, and saw a tall, muscular guy with pink hair and a cute cat-ear beanie

- Thanks - you smiled, retrieving your meal and sitting down next to the woman, since the other tables were dirty. You didn't expect the guy to also sit down

- Momma, they said you're gonna have to wait half an hour.- he looked annoyed at the queues to the doctor.

- Oh, that's not so bad. Other wait longer - the woman smiled

You didn't want to interrupt their conversation, but the woman asked

- And how long for you?-

- Oh...I'm...here to see my brother...but he had to wait for like an hour. With burns.-

- Oh my...-

-Just an invention malfunctioning, I'm working on it right now -

- Ezreal's friend also had an accident like that -

- Wait you know Ezreal? - you pulled out your phone, showing a photo of you, Ezreal and Seraphine with the little crab bot you three made.

Sett looked at you, eyes lighting up as you finished your food and stood up.

- Well I got to go see my brother...- you left the room, going to your brothers room. You excitedly rambled about how you upgraded his bot. Also mentioned meeting Ezreal's friend

After you left, you went to your room, prepared to spend another night with barely any sleep, when you heard a notification from your phone. It was Ezreal

"Hey, just wanted to let you know my friend wants your number, mind if I give it?😘"

You smiled at your phone

"Not at all, tell him I'm waiting for a call 💦💦💦"

You laughed at yourself for sending those emojis. But that was the charm of texting Ezreal

After the exchange you went to get some work on the bot, making another batch of improvements. You then heard your phone ring. Unknown number. You picked up

- Heeey, I got your number from Ez, care to tell me your name beautiful?- you laughed at how straightforward he was

- Y/N - you said, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you set your phone on speaker and went back to work.

After that, you and Sett talked about well, everything. For the whole night. You were surprised when you realised the hour

- Not asleep yet? -

- Nah, too busy talking to you~ - he really had the audacity...but you liked it.

Maybe he wasn't a bad idea at all...

[front-facing-pokemon]

I just found this blog so I'm jumping aboard the plushie bandwagon.

First we got Absol. (i feel like maybe i should've taken a closer-up picture but it's the face sooo)

Then a Wooloo

And, saving best for last, this Leafeon plush I own... of which I swear on my life is official merch.

I also have some more eeveelutions (plus an eevee and a few more) but: 1. I didn't want to send too many. 2. Eeveelutions are more popular so I wanted to give some other people the chance to submit their own. 3. I don't know where my Pikachu and Snivy plushies are cuz I own too many stuffed animals.

Only reason I submitted Leafeon was so I could show off this ~masterpiece~ of a plushie I own. And it's face isn't the only thing wrong with it too lol. Also I just noticed I accidentally had one of the ears hanging back but I'm too lazy to go take another photo but i hope this amuses you nonetheless.

ALRIGHT THERE'S BEEN A LOT OF YOU AS I'VE BEEN OUT WITH MY FAMILY FOR CHRISTMAS HUH

let's start with these guys. beautiful. wonderful. i do not believe that that leafeon is official merch. this statement is baffling to me. welcome to the front-facing pokémon family. i love the eyes on that absol and wooloo is one of my faves. i was rather obsessed with it when it first came out and have a whole wooloo tag on my main blog because of it. though i guess i cleared that whole thing out recently so i don't anymore

let's get the nose ratings out of the way:

↑ this is a lie. 10/10 chespin

it's very wide and also 10/10 you're being too harsh. merry day to you too

circular face indeed. did i already post this one? if i did you can have it again

clodsire be upon ye. clodsire fans this is your treat until gen 9

this is a trend now. i think tumblr just crunched this image to hell for some reason so here's what the text says:

"Felt like joining the others for front facing pokeplushies [images] I have more pokemon but its early morning and these are the plushies that are easy to access"

i have not but i imagine "a moment" has long passed by now. my apologies but apparently today was an important day or something? idk

YEAH it's super unbelievably fucked up. i think i kinda remember the circumstance being a bit dire so everyone else was more worried about either 1. protagonist getting stomped on brutally or 2. saving the world from kyurem / the bittercold. i was totally under the impression that he was dead in that moment but i guess the characters may have known that he would just come back? i seem to vaguely remember partner being surprised that he came back and being like "but we watched you die :OOO" but maybe i'm misremembering that. i do create a lot of pmd lore on my own time so i have a hard time telling the difference between canon and fanon sometimes

two a day makes the world go round! this blog started when i started college, paused for 80% of my college career and now has started back up and i just graduated college a week ago. i would say "how time flies" but it has been a very, very long year

i've said it before and i'll say it again: gen 6 is my favorite gen, so you'll be seeing lots of favor for this gen from me in the tags i'm sure. maybe gen 6 is my excuse to start doing other things here. like that stream i keep talking about

if they put meloetta as a little obscure puzzle thang in sv, i'm sure they'll do something for genesect. i hope. at least for keldeo probably. genesect i'm not sure is very popular, unfortunately, outside of the tumblr crowd. if the general public's opinion on genesect is favorable, then maybe

okay and then i tried to scroll down further in my screenshots for more asks and saw the wobbly will smith in a hospital bed Gimme a Hug, Man that i copied from the "i get a little bit genghis kanghis" post so that's it. to everyone who christmases: merry it. it is today. although it's basically over by now so! merry boxing day for tomorrow if i don't say anything tomorrow. but i probably will. now i'm gonna go queue up today's 'mons because i haven't done it yet today. see you all in a few weeks when those post

[kangshxrtie]

ch. 8 ⤍ valorant

"hiii chat today i'm gonna be playing valorant with kazuha" you greeted your stream once you started.

"we're dating now by the way" you added.

user1 cap

"i'm telling y'all the truth. she's my girlfriend"

user2 you have one of those?

"i get enough of this shit from my friends. i can pull and i'll show y'all today" you told your chat.

user3 sounds delulu

"i will put this shit in emote only" you gave out false threats.

user4 you won't

"okay i take it back, i'm sorry" you apologized.

user5 you better

"y'all bully me too much"

user6 it's our love language

"i think we all as a community should be a little bit nicer. i like to be appreciated"

user7 nahh we good

"i swear my chat shits on me more than the people that hate me do" you chuckled.

user8 FK THEM! only we can do that

"i do love y'all though so please sub to my channel because i've ordered food every day this week. i'm about to be broke"

naoi.rei sounds personal

"rei? how are you chatting right now, i haven't unbanned you yet?" you asked confused.

naoi.rei i unbanned myself

"sounds illegal, i'm reporting you for hacking" you joked.

you talked with your chat for a couple more minutes while waiting for kazuha to message you that she was ready. while you were reading comments one particular comment stood out.

user9 LOOK AT KAZUHA'S TITLE RN

"why? is it embarrassing?" you asked going to look at kazuha's stream.

duo's with bae @gameryn

"see! chat i told you we were dating! don't call me delusional anymore" you exclaimed after seeing the title.

"i should change mine then, it's only fair…" you said out loud going to change yours.

duo's with my gf @k_a_z_u_h_a__

"can you send me your name so i can add you?" you had just gotten into a call with kazuha on discord and were ready to play.

k_a_z_u_h_a__ Today at 7:48 PM bbyongbong #2252

"what is your name?" you asked while laughing.

"it's blackpinks lightstick" she answered making you nod your head in understandment. you typed it in and added her.

while waiting in queue for a match you talked about ranks and the game.

"you know how long it took me to get out of gold! i was there for almost a year!" you complained to the japanese girl.

"if we lose all our games and derank, please do not be mad at me" kazuha said to you.

"kazuha i swear if you throw and i go back back to gold i will actually never talk to you again" you told her.

"i will not purposely throw" she replied.

"i don't trust that but i'll believe you for now" after that conversation the game found a match and you picked your characters.

once the game started you stood in front of her character in game, "you wanna trade skins? my gun sings"

"yess give me" you dropped the skin and grabbed hers.

since the round hadn't started yet you went to go type in kazuha's chat.

gameryn im in y'all gameryn spectrum classic > any other classic

next round you bought a vandal dropping it on her body before she could tell you to sell it.

"dropping a vandal on round two is crazy! how can you afford this?" kazuha asked.

"i trust you'll use it well" you told her with a smile on your face.

"this is why you were stuck in gold"

"now that's just rude" you shook your head at her words, "it might be true though"

since you didn't have anything but a class you died fast and started spectating kazuha.

"you have such a great flank" you told her after she killed the second person. she turned the corner to kill the third person.

"yes, they don't know you're there" you said as she killed the fourth one.

"last one is boat" one of your teammates who just died commed.

she went forward and once she saw him she immediately head shotted the last person.

"holy shit that 4K, you're so hot for that" you hyped kazuha up.

"see! i knew you would do the vandal justice" you said as the next round started.

"it was still a crazy purchase"

during the next round, the enemy phoenix popped and kazuha killed him immediately. she got out of the corner she was hiding in and killed the sage. she held that same corner waiting for another enemy to pop out and they do, killing that one as well.

"hold on i'll bait for you" you told her running up and dying immediately letting kazuha know exactly where they were.

the saw the last one but they both missed their shots so chamber teleported behind making kazuha turn around. since she was hidden behind a wall she planted the spike.

the enemy chamber peeked the corner and kazuha killed him, winning the round and getting an ace.

"that's my duo!" you cheered.

"can you coach me please! i wanna play like you"

"yes! this is my moment" kazuha sat up to become even more focused.

after the round ended you asked kazuha what could have been done better to not die.

"uhm… next time try killing them… i don't know"

"kazuha you literally died first"

"i actually didn't die first; i died second"

"okay… i guess that is a little bit better than first"

"blue dude is windowwwww" you yelled out before dying.

kazuha jumped over a wall before killing the second to last person. she pulled out her knife to get the enemy's gun and died to the last standing person on the enemy team.

"why were you hopping around like that, were you trying to throw?" you asked genuinely.

"you said she was window!" kazuha retorted.

"i said blue dude! viper was unknown"

"okay then that was my fault" kazuha admitted.

"that was really concerning and if you keep playing like that i will leave this lobby" you told kazuha.

"i didn't say anything when you bought me a vandal on ROUND TWO but this is the kind of treatment i get" the japanese girl sighed.

"i believed in you" you simply replied. while you were waiting on the next round to start you took the chance to type in kazuha's chat.

gameryn kazuha is a pro thrower

"this is slander. suing you for defamation" kazuha said after reading your chat.

"why is everyone dead?" you asked once you realized you were alone, "kazuha help me!"

"sova is probably watching the flank" you peeked the corner to see the sova watching a different angle so you swung and headshot him, "yes now the other one has an op, but don't worry you're better. you have a double satchel so use that to swing quickly"

you swung the sage missing every shot, and needing to switch guns before finally head shotting her with a pistol.

"i only saw the last shot. that was so clean" kazuha told you.

gameryn get you a coach that lies to you 😍😍

"maybe you are a good coach" you said afterward.

"see! tell somebody to sign me" she exclaimed.

"you are signed"

"oh shit i am. don't tell my team i said that"

when the next round started you quickly pushed out and killed the first person before quickly moving to cover. you pulled out your ult, unfortunately missing it all. you slowly peeked out from the corner and killed the second one before moving some more and killing the third one from a distance.

you went around hoping to get the fourth one from behind which you luckily did.

"my ace!" you called out just as kazuha killed the last person.

"you have to earn it"

"i actually felt like i deserved that one" you said sadly.

"if only you would have killed them faster than me"

you playfully rolled your eyes before going to kazuha's chat to quickly type something before the next round started.

gameryn L coach

"maybe you would've gotten that ace if you would stay out of my chat and focused on the game" kazuha said.

"kazuha is the worst coach" you told your chat but didn't mute.

"you're unmuted" she told you.

"i know it was on purpose" you replied.

you two won that game and while you were waiting on the next game to start, you started talking about random stuff.

"we should have couple names and become edaters" you suggested to kazuha.

"immediately no" kazuha said.

"but it would be cute"

"i'll pass"

"yeah… that probably is for the best"

the game started and y'all were on the character picking so you asked kazuha, "coach who should i play on this map"

kazuha thought about it for a second, looking at everybody that already picked, "smokes, but of course whoever you're comfortable with"

"so omen" you locked it in.

it was the fourth round when you shot at a wall randomly hoping to at least get one, "that was all me, i got so much info"

"you spent the whole round shooting at a wall"

"yeah and we found out they weren't there"

a couple of rounds later as the spike was about to go off you saw the phoenix ult so you stood behind waiting for his ult to end.

"knife him" kazuha told you and you pulled out your knife successfully knifing him once the body returned.

"two more, there's no way we lose here" kazuha said while waiting for the next game to start. the game was currently 11-3.

"we're definitely losing after that" and you were right.

which led to this moment where you were the last two standing. the score was 11-7.

"i have blind" you told kazuha.

"do it" she told you and threw your blind, then went back to hold the cross with kazuha. you got the kill from the back.

kazuha threw one of her abilities down and you shot the last one threw the wall.

"niceee" kazuha said.

"we've done it. best duo out there. nobody can top us" you said.

it was 12-7 and one of your teammates stuck the bomb before dying and you killed one of the three people left. you teleported away from the bomb watching it from a further angle.

the enemy omen set down a smoke and your teammates pinged the spike for you which you sprayed at, successfully killing the person on spike.

you pushed into the smoke immediately seeing the enemy omen and killed him, winning the game.

"so i think my coaching was successful" kazuha gloated, "i helped you win us that game"

"you were a terrible coach. one star, but only because you're pretty"

"i'll take it" she smiled.

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[lostmarbles0]

The power of turnips?? ACNL#1

So ever since getting back into my ACNL file, I've been trying to figure out what I have, and haven't unlocked to better progress my town and start making a road map of sorts.

Turns out mini-me was not very adept at the ways of animal crossing.

I still have the goofiest hairstyle due to not having played for ages. I haven't unlocked many of the shops on the high street. I had started a suspension bridge project, but I was too poor to afford it.

And I quickly realised that I needed to tap into the bell economy and become a worthy ACNL entrepreneur to actually unlock anything.

So I snooped around on some forums, looked up some guides, and went beetle hunting. I got a bit discouraged because my game crashed on two different occasions on the island, making me lose my progress, but it seems to have fixed itself as I haven't had that problem since switching different cartridges in and out.

Bottom line: bug hunting was very profitable, and I never realised you could make so much money??

I then discovered turnips, which I knew were a thing, but didn't quite understand how I was meant to obtain them and sell them.

Queue more research. Seriously, I think I was missing a lot when I was younger simply by not attempting to go online and find answers when I was stuck.

So, I waited till Sunday, talked to Joan, and bought about roughly 90,000 bells worth of turnips, for 94 bells each.

And not to boast but after checking in every day and waiting to see if I could double my profit, Reese decides that she's buying turnips for 394 bells. Forget doubling, you're gonna tell me that this whole time I could've been a ACNL millionaire if I had just learned how to game the economy???

As a result, I was able to pay not only for the suspension bridge (roughly 150,000 bells), but also for my loan for my house expansion (98,000 bells) and still have enough to put into my savings.

It was all a very satisfying and relaxing endeavour that I could pursue during my otherwise busy week.

Thank you turnip and RNG gods xd

[catboii]

((just a "little" (ha) update I guess, nothing major, just a note that I'm sorry if I post alot this week with seemingly no regard for my/my muse's vast presence on the dash, or if I end up writing alot of short weird drabbles to vent.... if there's questionable stuff it'll be tagged like always <3

I understand if you need to unfollow me to keep your dash clear for other people if you're mobile etc. or if you need to blacklist my muse's url for a bit if it's overwhelming

After xmas everything may have settled and if you wanna refollow then I'd welcome you back and wouldn't ask any questions. your comfort (whatever that may classify as in the context) is my utmost priority!

normally I try not to clutter, and I try to keep general post reblogs minimal and just queue most of them. I'm just... not doing too good rn

then again it's a 50/50 that I'll be posting nothing at all, just making my muse's presence known if it wants to sorta wave at someone from the depths of my brain hell jail.

I'll still be checking in around xmas stuff bc this muse gives me v happy bubbly vibes whenever I write it and that's honestly what I need rn.

I'm sorry if your muse reblogs/replies to one of mine's posts or smth and I seemingly glance over it. I genuinely just didn't see it. I always try and respond to stuff, or if it doesn't know how to reply I at least acknowledge that my muse saw it by liking it. but I might not have the mental capacity to actually keep up w stuff

...

BASICALLY I'm either gonna be kinda quiet or rly hyperfixated on not being in my own head for the next week or so.

I'm obv stressed anyway bc I need to do xmas shopping still and it's a struggle bc online it probs won't come in time. we're going "late night shopping" on thursday though so hopefully we can get a bunch of stuff then

but mainly an old work friend of mine passed away today. He's been unwell for a few years, and I dunno if he knew what it was and was just keeping it quiet, or if they genuinely couldn't work it out. last I heard he was getting MRIs.

I had a complicated relationship w him (positive) bc he was either bipolar or had BPD like me (although he wasn't diagnosed with either, but it was obvious he at least had bipolar), and if you know anything abt BPD you know what an FP (favourite person) is, and we were sort of each other's when we were working together? I think. like I say he wasn't diagnosed, but it felt like that. we hit it off really quick and were both really comfortable with each other, and he was just the sweetest most supportive person. he was one of my FPs, which basically means my brain was cursed to be in intense friendlove with him. He would tell me that he loved me and appreciated my friendship, was always saying you need to tell people you love them, however you can, however you mean it, because you don't know if you'll ever get to tell them again

he always showed off the little things I made him and made sure everyone knew exactly where he got the silly little origami animals on his desk, or who made his juggling balls that were his favourite thing in the whole world bc I made them for him by hand, and picked the fabric out specifically for him.

One time around xmas, bc of covid, we had these big plastic screen dividers between our desks and I used posca paint pens to draw him a HUGE Robin in a scarf and santa hat (his name was Robin and people always got him little Robin themed things, he loved them) on the one by his manager desk, like a name tag, but Facilities told him he needed to clean it off and chastised him thinking he did it, and you're "not supposed to vandalise work equipment" even though they're literally washable and it was xmas. we were sticking decorations everywhere, how is it any different? but he played along but he was really mad. He didn;t wanna say it was me that did it, because he thought I might've gotten in trouble, but he also wanted to argue that I'd put alot of work into it. I hadn't put that much in, it was just for fun and I liked drawing it, and he got to see it! That was the important part. and I said so. but I cleaned it off and drew him a new Robin on a piece of paper and he kept it at his desk like a retired picket sign, and told the story to anyone who would be polite enough to listen

mostly though, he gendered me correctly (and he was in his 60s so being so passionate abt they/them pronouns was just really sweet, though he was clearly bi but still in the closet, so it was maybe a little projection, in a way, or just straight up quiet queer solidarity), and literally agressively made sure everyone else did too, when he realised I'd been just letting people at work use whatever pronouns, he got really proactive and made sure all my paperwork was marked as "them" officially (with my permission). if anyone misgenered me he would get visably annoyed or disgusted, and there were a couple people who "forgot" (every time) and he actually got angry at them about it and reported them for harassment, which might've been a little extreme, but I honestly felt so validated, and I'm tearing up thinking about it. I don't think anyone's ever fought that hard in my corner, especially after only knowing me for, at that point, less than a year.

We worked together in a couple different parts of the business for a couple years, until some stuff happened that I shouldn't say bc I need my rp blog(s) to stay far away from my professional life, but we were gonna be working together doing something else, but it wasn't his thing, it was stressful and there were other reasons, but he just lost it and walked out.

we had a little joke when we were training before he left, he had this soft toy robin that he let me borrow because I was really anxious, and I gave it a little notepad and pencil and wrote something silly on it for when he got it back each time. usually some out of context joke on what we learned that day, so we could both laugh about it. but when he left I still had it, and I messaged him saying I would get it back to him sometime, but he said to keep it to remind me of him.

I put it away to keep it safe, but I'm gonna have to go and find it, because it's one of the only physical things I have left of him.

[crinkled-emotions]

ok ok ok here we go. Lemme set the stage... Hangman is late to class (which nEVER happens right?? jk yes it does). He comes running, literally running and frantically eating his microwaved breakfast, into the classroom right as Maverick starts lecturing. Then Pete is like "kk fam we're doing aerobatics maneuvers today so suit up ASAP." Hangman tries to scarf down his food, Bad Idea #1, then go up in the jet and do all sorts of crazy shit, Bad Idea #2.

BOOM. TUMMYACHE.

(I have had too much coffee this morning but tbh I regret nothing)

......w*termelon s*gar

*sobs* watermelon... s*gar... I'm fine.

I asked Hangman what he thought about this and dude pretended to be dead and I was like well damn that's a vibe but also- dude, the world's not gonna end... or is it?

Anyway it's nearly midnight but my little brain says you didn't work today use your noggin for something useful and here we go!!

No listen I'm thinking of that one story about the jet, and the puke, and it all- I won't share the whole thing. It's on youtube. Sorry Glen lmao. (time stamped link!)

-

Despite being in the US Navy, where scheduling was key, things tended to be a little up in the air a majority of the time. The Daggers had come to rely on some very basic facts that would get them through everything mildly unstable or the rapid changes in their day to day lives;

The first, Rooster was the mother hen of their group and according to Maverick, he got it from his dad. For a man who had once upon a time almost punched Hangman for making a comment about his two fathers, he was incredibly docile a majority of the time and tended to have advice or a hug for those who needed it.

Phoenix always started the day by throwing an arm over Bob's shoulders at breakfast and stealing his hashbrown from his plate at breakfast because she wasn't quite hungry enough for a full meal but she was indeed hungry enough to eat them every morning. He'd started asking for extra in the queue and the kitchen staff found it hilarious.

Payback and Fanboy, once an inseparable duo, had now roped Bob in with them and the three of them spent a lot of time tossing a football around or talking about something nerdy. Bob preferred Red Dwarf to Star Trek and apparently Fanboy had never heard of Red Dwarf so they were watching that in their spare time. Payback, ever the supportive pilot, always made the drinks and snacks for their viewing sessions.

Lastly, Hangman was never late. Ever. Not even to a doctor's appointment on the other side of base, or to a gathering at Maverick's a few weeks back when he had a dentist appointment right before. Rooster asked him about it once, the first time they went through TOPGUN, and Hangman had shrugged, claiming he'd been raised that being late was never a good look.

-

Yawning, Maverick stood near the lecturn and reached for his paperwork, grimacing.

"Why are we still doing roll call? What are we, twelve?"

"Thirteen, actually Mav, I think I'm getting my first chest hair," Rooster deadpanned which earned snorts of laughter. Maverick sighed, leaning on said lecturn and grimacing.

"Bradley, please, now is not the time to be talking about your delayed-"

"-I'm sorry I'm late, sir. I had to- never mind."

Hangman came rushing into the room, some kind of microwaveable burrito in his hand as he took his seat at the front of the room. Maverick watched him for a moment, shock written on his face, and then he cleared his throat.

"Don't worry about it, I hadn't said anything important yet. Uh, okay, so if the email didn't send last night, a recap of what we're doing today-"

"-what email?" Phoenix asked, confusion on her face, and Maverick blinked for a moment.

"I can't tell if you're fucking with me or I didn't send it right."

He looked to Bob for support but Bob shrugged, staying silent.

"Alright then... I guess we'll go over it. This morning we're getting straight into hops, we're fixing some manoeuvres I wasn't so sure of last week, and then the rest of today we should be- Bagman, you wanna give yourself a moment to breathe before you choke on that poor burrito? What'd it do to you?"

Maverick had been watching Hangman out of the corner of his eye since he came in, surprised to find him scarfing down his breakfast. The younger aviator blushed, tentatively putting down his burrito.

"Sorry, sir."

"Mmhmm. Okay guys, off you go, get your pre-flight checks done and let me know if you need anything. Bradley we'll talk about your sass later."

"Sure thing, Mav."

-

Honestly, the breakfast burrito hadn't even had time to settle as Hangman scrambled into his flight suit. He could hear Bob struggling with his zippers as usual and glanced over his shoulder at Rooster, who was humming along to whatever song was in his head.

"Hey, mom, you wanna help Baby on Board into his baby grow?"

"Suck a fat one, Bagman, I don't see you getting into yours so easy," Bob replied dryly, yet he extended his arms for Rooster to help him. Rooster huffed at Hangman, but chose not to respond. Hangman grimaced, feeling his stomach cramp, and put his ass back on the bench for a moment to recover.

"Oh shit, you're gonna blow chunks before the hop?" Payback scoffed as he rounded the corner from his locker, heading to the exit. To Hangman's surprise he was actually talking to Fanboy, who was bent over the sink and not looking so hot.

"Man, those fuckin' 'ritos, I swear to god I get sick every time I eat them."

Hangman's body temperature suddenly dropped and he shivered, swivelling toward the sinks in the locker room.

"Hey, Fanboy, what did you mean?"

"I was super hungry this morning but I got to breakfast late enough that there were only burritos left."

Oh, fuck.

-

"Okay, split into two teams. Coyote, I want you to spend some time working with Rooster today, you and Hangman are completely in sync but you and Rooster seem to be ever so slightly out."

"Yes sir," Coyote replied easily, navigating back toward Rooster's jet.

"Hangman, today I really want you to focus on communicating with... everyone, really."

His stomach was cramping again, and he could feel bile building in his throat. He swallowed it down, one eye on the air and the controls while he frantically searched for the puke bags. He'd just restocked them, he was sure-

"You got that, Hangman?"

He didn't have it, but he agreed anyway.

"Yes sir, I got it. Hey, do I get bonus points for taking out Rooster?"

"Sure, why not."

"What- hey! Mav!" Rooster protested. The Daggers could hear Maverick laughing.

"It'd be nice for you to be quiet for five minutes, so sure, you two compete against each other first. The first person to get tone wins, we'll wait over here."

"Fight's on!" Rooster called, clipping his mask on properly. Hangman furrowed his brows, chasing him through the clouds. They were matched neck-for-neck, but then Rooster pulled the move Maverick had taught him and let Hangman pull up to his tail, trying to get tone. Right at the last second he pulled up and settled behind Hangman, tone sounding immediately.

"God damn it," Hangman hissed whilst the others cheered. He could hear Rooster laughing through the comms and swore, ripping his mask off to catch his breath.

"Alright you two, knock it off. Hangman, sounds like you just earned yourself 200 push ups."

The rest of the Daggers cackled. Hangman winced, pinching the bridge of his nose as his stomach grumbled.

Oh, hell, seriously-

"Alright, everyone invert, we're going to-"

His stomach cramped and then he felt the bile rising again, but this time it was coming up. Reaching for where the sick bags were supposed to be he found nothing and cursed himself, one hand navigating his jet while the other covered his mouth just in case.

"Who is that gagging? Is everyone good?" Maverick asked. When the other Daggers called back that they were okay, Maverick cleared his throat.

"Hangman, I think you should go back to base, yeah? Get back on solid ground."

"S-sir, I- Mav-"

Too late.

-

"Guys, I'm so- fuck- I'm so sorry."

"It's not the worse we've seen, but your jet is out of commission for the rest of today at least."

The ground crew peered into Jake's jet, matching grimaces on both of their faces at the splashes of puke all over the controls and his seat. He was still sitting on the wing, a bucket in his arms as Maverick watched from the ground. His hands were on his hips and his aviators were staying over his eyes, but neither of these things hid the concern on his face.

"How long have you been feeling sick?" Maverick asked, shielding his face from the sun with his hand.

"Uh, think it was the breakfast burrito. Fanboy wasn't so hot either."

He buried himself back in the bucket, puking up what little he had left. Maverick grimaced, watching the rest of the Daggers coming over from where they'd all abruptly landed to see what was going on.

"Did anyone else eat the breakfast burrito?" Maverick asked them. When they all shook their heads, he facepalmed.

"You're all excused. Jake, get down from there, I'll take you home."

"Mav I'm not going anywhere until the wing stops spinning."

"Fair enough. Scoot to the edge, you can pretty much slide on to Rooster's shoulders."

"Hey-"

"-what-"

"-shut up you two, just work together for once. Rooster, go and stand by the wing."

"Yes sir," Rooster huffed, Payback going over to give him a hand. Hangman passed the bucket down to Coyote who seemed mildly disgusted and then scooted to the end of the wing. He managed to slide down, wrapping his arms around Rooster's neck. Rooster caught his legs but then proceeded to pretend to drop him. It was enough to rekindle the nausea and Hangman buried his head into Rooster's shirt. In seconds it was damp and he couldn't believe he'd just puked on his frenemy. He was never going to live this down.

-

[the-ikran-man]

June 1st: Tsaheylu

We've rewritten this five freaking times.

Anyway, enjoy the fruits of our writing labor.

----

"Come, come."

Yeah there was no way Quaritch was getting in that water.

"I'll freeze."

"It is not cold."

"For you maybe." Quaritch was not a water guy, the ground and the air were just fine with him.

"You are being ngäzìk, difficult. Simply get in."

"No way." He's not getting hypothermia for whatever this is.

Rìkean huffed, "I cannot show you Apxa sang pay ioang if you do not enter the water."

"You're gonna show me what now??" What a great time to have only very basic Na'vi under his belt.

The na'vi man sighs, and repeats himself, "Apxa sang pay ioang, 'large, warm, water beast," They are like Tulkun. I show mine to you, she will see if you are good for me."

"Wait- good for you?"

"To teach. You are here to learn, yes?"

"I mean, yes, but-"

"Then you swim," Rìkean said before he dives and leaves Quaritch standing on the icy shore.

He really doesn't want to get in the water.

---

The swim feels longer than it is.

And Rìkean is a much faster swimmer than Quaritch is.

But eventually the pair are breaking the surface once more.

"See, you live, MilesQuaritch, you did not freeze as you said you would," Rìkean says, pushing wet hair out of his face.

Quaritch's chattering teeth say otherwise.

Rìkean might not have noticed, or thinks it's other sky demon thing he doesn't understand.

He lets out a sharp noise that reminds Quaritch of a whistle, but he can hear the chirp endings of it so he knows it's not.

The water is still for a while after, nearly a full 5 minutes, but eventually something shows itself in response to Rìkean's call.

The wave its very long body creates as it surfaces, pushes Quaritch back some feet.

Rìkean circles around from the other side of the creature, grinning at Quaritch, placing his hand on what could be the beast's snout, "This is Oare. She is pay sa'nok, my water mother."

Had this Na'vi just done the 'meeting the parents' bit with him?

Oare lets out a loud noise, snapping Quaritch out of his thoughts on the manner, and Rìkean helpfully translates, "She is greeting you."

"Uh, hey?"

Rìkean laughs, before he dips before the water for a moment.

He comes back up, appearing closer to where Quaritch floated, with something Quaritch is familiar with. Cupcake had a queue too.

Rìkean offers it to him, able to swim over to him with it due to how long it was, both queues tucked under Oare's larger front fins. When she swam they would surely trail in the water like long ribbons behind her.

"I'm not bonding with that."

"You must do Tsaheylu. It will allow better talk for you both. And let her see what sort of person you are, she will feel it, through the bond."

Rìkean again offers the queue to Quaritch, "Unless you have something to hide?"

Quaritch scoffs, reaching for his braid, "Course not."

Though he did, of course he did. He had tons to hide, he was not a man with a clean soul in the slightest.

But Rìkean didn't know that. And Quaritch wasn't letting him get a hit about it. It'd get in the way.

---

The bond with Oare felt different than the one he had with Cupcake.

There's a feeling of ease to it he's not used to.

It's rather nice.

The sort of feeling you could get lost in, like when your mom wrapped you up in a warm blanket.

'You have many thoughts, odd one.'

Quaritch's ears went back the moment he hears Oare though the bond. Yeah he's still not used to that part with it comes to bonding. It's not like that with Cupcake, she didn't talk to him.

"Got a lot to think about, I guess."

'Well, clear your mind with me, and try to think only the truth.'

"You say that like it's easy."

'If you have nothing to hide, then it should be,' Oare tells him.

"Whatever you say, old woman."

'I have had a few calves,' Oare says, almost in agreement to his words.

"I didn't need to know that."

@recom-week

[recurring-polynya]

Congrats on 1500!!!!! You deserve it :) I’d be interested to see any deleted scenes from Portions for Foxes!

There are two good deleted scenes from Portions for Foxes. Here is the angsty/sappy one (I have another request in the queue, so you' can'll see the bonkers one later). This happens near the end of the fic, so I'm gonna stick the explanation under the cut for spoilers, in case anyone out there has not read my four-year-old fanfic.

So, the first time I wrote the part in Chapter 4 where Renji accidentally tells Rukia that he loves her in the middle of the night, I had her get up in the morning and just go to work, so she wasn't there when he woke up. This is how that scene continued after that. The beginning may feel familiar because I scrounged most of it back into the fic later, but put it here for context.

This scene is actually kind of an interesting insight into my writing process-- I wrote it, it felt wrong to me, I was Angry for a week, and then I replaced it with the version that ended up in the final story. The flaw here, as I eventually identified it, is that the characters Say Too Much. I have a tendency to write my characters explaining everything about the story to the reader, which is not what I want-- I want to keep things subtle, I want to let the reader make connections themselves. Also, while I, personally, am constantly deconstructing and analyzing my own feelings and behavior, that's not a thing that realistic and interesting characters should be doing in stories. On the other hand, this kind of thing definitely definitely falls into the "no writing is wasted" category, because having a piece of text where I have spelled out what is going on can be enormously helpful for making sure it got sprinkled in there.

🌺 🍡 🍂

It's late morning when Renji rolls into the offices of the 13th Division, his arms full.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do with these?" Rukia exclaims, as he dumps an enormous bouquet of red camellias into her arms.

"I'll find a vase," he promises, "I'm sure Captain Ukitake kept some around?"

"Leftmost bottom cabinet," Rukia grudgingly supplies. "Next to the extra paper." She eyes the white paper bag he has also deposited on her desk. It is printed with the label of her favorite confectionery shop. "And you know that's not what I meant."

Renji returns with a vase and relieves her of the flowers. "We need to talk."

She watches him try to fluff the flowers in the vase. "You don't know anything about flowers, do you?"

"I know about camellias," he responds simply.

She swallows. "Renji, don't."

He regards her for a moment. "You're right. I don't want to do this at the office. Let's play hooky."

She looks skeptical, so he snatches up the bag of wagashi and shakes it tantalizingly. "I'm going for a walk and taking these with me."

Rukia wrinkles her nose. "Fine. But only because I know you're going to subject me to this sooner or later, you never let anything lie. Now, help me get out of this chair."

He gives her a hand up.

"Did Brother do this often?" Rukia asks as they walk, trying to needle him. "Play hooky?"

She has repossessed her bag of sweets, although she did give him one. 

"He did, actually," Renji replies, a fond smile on his face. "It took me a while to figure out, but he used to say, 'Lieutenant! Attend me!' and then he'd go off somewhere, walking fast, very serious face on, me trying to keep up. And we'd go somewhere-- the first time, it was Soukyoku Hill, I remember that. And he would just stand there for a while, twenty, thirty minutes and then we'd go back. The cherry grove over near the Academy. The Royal Botanical Gardens. Those ugly sculptures outside the Art Museum. I think he took me along because it made it look like he was off doing something official, but I'm pretty sure he just liked getting out of the office once in a while."    

Rukia is making a face. "I think he liked being with people, but he didn't like talking to them. He did that to me all the time, too, although it was more often the woods behind the Manor or the gardens. He liked to sit and draw together, too."

They are both silent for a long moment.

"Only took us five months," Renji says quietly, "to be able to talk about him." 

"Is that what you wanted to talk about?" Rukia snaps, a bit too harshly.

"No," Renji replies. "Look, we're here, you wanna find a spot to sit?"

He's brought them out to the Red Hollow Gate Overlook, a place they have spent many an hour, the best view of South Rukongai in the Seireitei. It is the analog of the overlook in Inuzuri where they used to stand, looking inward. It was the place where they buried their dead, but it never felt morbid to them. It was just a place they all liked to be, a place they might pick to be forever, when the time came.

It is getting into late autumn, and Rukongai is mostly brown now, just a small ring around the Seireitei ablaze in scarlets and oranges. Renji tries to guesstimate where the color ends. 18, maybe? They've probably already had snow in Inuzuri. 

No one is up here today. Fall colors have lost their charm and it’s pretty chilly. Renji spreads his haori on the ground and helps Rukia sit before plopping down beside her.

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

"You don't have to--" Rukia tries to interrupt.

"I do, actually. This has been killing me, Rukia, so let me say my piece, will ya?"

Her mouth snaps shut.

"I have spent my entire adult life trying to be better than I am," he sighs. "A good part of my adolescence, too, for that matter." He smiles sadly. "I wasn't exactly close, but I was gettin' there."

"Close to what?" Rukia demands.

"To being good enough," he explains, as though this clarifies anything. "To feel like I would have something--anything-- to offer you if I were to, y'know, ask you to marry me."

Rukia takes a sharp intake of breath.

"And then-- just after the biggest failure of my whole life-- failed my captain, failed you, failed everyone, and I let myself fall back into being an absolute trash heap of a person, you had to go and ask me, instead."

"Renji, you were grieving. You're still grieving. I shouldn't have--"

"I'm not trying to blame you! I'm just trying to explain why I haven't been the husband I always wanted to be for you. That I'm not even sure if that's something you want. That even though I've been a miserable pile of shit, I still love you, for whatever the love of a miserable pile of shit is worth."

"Oh, Renji," Rukia manages, throwing her arms around him. "You act like I've been any better. The only good thing I've been able to do-- the only thing that's kept me from giving up-- has been trying to hold you together. And lately, it seems like you're doing so much better and I'm not, I'm not better at all, and you don't need me anymore and I don't know-- I don't--"

"Shh, shh," Renji says, taking her in his arms. "Of course I need you. I've always needed you. I've only managed to get my shit in line because I thought that's what you needed. I can go back to drinking my breakfast if that's what you'd prefer."

"It's not," she scowls back at him. 

"Okay," he nods. "But maybe instead of being two sad people who can't even talk to each other, maybe we can try to be two sad people who are trying to help each other. Who are trying to get better, for each other's sake, if not for our own."   

She nods, unable to speak, and stuffs her face into his side. A muffled “I love you, too. I’m sorry,” eventually emerges.

“You’re sorry? For what?”

She turns her head a little. “For making you marry me. For roping you into Kuchiki family politics.”

He guffaws. “I was the one who told you gettin’ adopted was a good idea, all those years ago. And you shut up about our wedding, I loved our wedding. Fuck Ichigo and his dumb ideas, gettin’ married in secret and fucking over a bunch of nobles was awesome.”

“I liked it, too,” she says in a tiny little voice.

Renji sighs. “Speaking of Ichigo, though… I guess it’s probably about time I go apologize to him, huh?”

“Why is he mad at you anyway?”

“He didn’t think I was doing a very good job of taking care of you. And I got mad at him back because he was right.”

“Do you have to go right now?”

Renji shakes his head, and tightens his arms around her. “Naw," he says. "He can wait. I’m busy right now.”

[parasitescholar]

Weekly Recommendation: They Might Be Giants (the band)

Hello there! My queue ran out and I didn't realize....... it has been a month..... I sorry............

Anyway! This one is near and dear to me. Also gonna be full of links so warning ya now. They Might Be Giants was my first albumn, my first band, the first way I bonded with my dad as an adult and a person, and not as a parent. I had a CD player and borrowed CDs, a few burned with sharpie to label them, a few with the original inserts and all. This is the official playlist of some of my favorites, though it's not all of the songs I love (none of the kids songs on here, and Here Come Science slaps. There's an entire animated version of the album I watched over and over on dvd.)

I feel like I'm less qualified to talk about music than other media, because I don't play any instruments. After switching from the piano teacher I liked to an old witch (I assume she had magic. Mostly I remember her for the painful singing. Please let me do that you are not good at it miss.) I quit. Though I can mimic tunes well, I lost the ability to read music quickly. But I can tell you about this band and my history with it. So this is maybe the only music recommendation you're gonna get. But it will be very long, and I guarantee you will like 1 song of theirs.

This is because of the sheer amount of genres TMBG manages to cover. This bop about the sun is immediately followed by the correction in a ballad correcting it's wrongs. Though they tend to follow alt rock and ska sentiments (like this song my dad sang every time he made bacon) They have love songs, rap, and total nonsense. More than anything they like to experiment with sound. Lyrics are nice, but words are also just noise, and if it sounds good it doesn't need to make sense. Fingertips is one long song or 21 very short songs, things that could have been part of something bigger, but never made it to that stage. That said, they have some songs with actual deep themes. (And also one about underwater cows)

I feel like my playlists shows the albums I grew up with: Flood, Apollo 18, and Mink Car. Those were the songs I played over and over on my cd player, that I choreographed stupid dances too (Oh god cringe) that I thought about making LPS music videos of (oh god even more cringe) Before I turned 21, TMBG played in my city, but it was at a bar, and I couldn't go. My dad called halfway through the concert, and put on speakerphone so I could hear a distorted version of half a song. This year, I got to go to the concert for real, though only after it got cancelled three years in a row. (Covid, covid again, then a car crash yikes. Everyone lived luckily) Luckily, they played Flood, the actual first album out of the ones I had. It was really cool. Give their music a listen, find some funky tunes with lots of horns (The live horns were very good) and tell me your favorite nonsense. This is a bit unhinged but I can't really describe why I like music. It makes me bob my head, and sometimes think deeply, and sometimes fall asleep. It means childhood, it means car rides with my dad, it means standing for way too long but enjoying it anyway.

See you next week if I don't forget again. <3

[its-weeping]

hello! i wanna request a scenario with miguel :))

i think this been done before but i hosently wanna see how u write it 🙏

reader doesn't know shit abt spanish and they cant understand miguel whenever he speaks it. so miguel calls them cute nicknames in spanish but since reader doesn't know spanish they think he's insulting them but in reality he's calling them "my love" 🥹💛

i'm gonna clear some requests that's been sitting in my inbox so stay tuned! (each request will probably take around 2 weeks or more though...)

also a tribute to atsv finally being able to be streamed digitally!

— 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. | miguel o'hara

synopsis. ࿔𐦍 what is miguel really saying?

warning. cursing, pet names (baby doll, precious, sweetness)

notes. woah, another miguel fic?? crazy. i don't know spanish i'm using google translate!

often would you catch miguel calling you names—in spanish.

were they insults? you didn't know. were they pet names? you didn't know either, although that would be highly unlikely. all you knew was that miguel would hiss these names whenever you'd do something wrong.

mess up on a mission, "muñeca, ¡¿en qué diablos estabas pensando?! " baby doll, what the fuck were you thinking?!

you get injured, "mierda, dulzura, ¡tienes que tener más cuidado! " shit, sweetness, you need to be more careful!

or even accidentally switching your coffees, "este no es mi café, preciosa." this isn't my coffee, precious.

it had never been peaceful with the man.

you initially thought he hated your guts until one day lyla came along and clued you up on something dangerously interesting about miguel.

"hey, (name)!"

"yeah, what is it, lyla?"

"i know it's none of my business..."

the ai trails off, a mischievous smirk on her holographic face. you raise a brow at the demeanor and demand lyla tell you whatever information she was keeping. the brunette takes a breath, looking to be holding back a wider smile.

"okay, okay. i overheard some conversations you've had with miguel, and– did you know he's been calling you nicknames?"

a scoff makes its way to lyla's ears, "well, no shit! he's been spitting those fucking names since he practically met me."

"sure, but how do you know they're insulting?"

the question stuns you for a moment, whereas lyla begins laughing. the ai pulls out her phone as well and snaps a photo of your reaction.

"i just know." you ultimately say in reply, shrugging your shoulders to hide your still obvious confusion.

"pfft– what if i tell you those 'insulting' nicknames he was spitting were actually pet names." silence engulfs the room for a few moments. the noise of lyla taking photos is the first thing miguel hears as he enters your office.

"¿preciosa? " precious?

as if on queue, there is the booming sound of lyla's laughter. you send the bot a glare and turn toward the large man, eyes gleaming in angered confusion.

"miguel, i have a question."

"spill."

"those names you keep calling me, are they pet names?"

he makes a face, though it quickly disappears.

"don't you try and lie to me, asshole, tell me the truth."

miguel blinks, unmoving from his spot since he came in the room. the man eventually comes to a conclusion and nods.

"you're kidding..."

product of its-weeping ;༊ | do not plagiarize or translate.

[fueledbysano]

KINKTOBER DAY 11: “EXHIBITIONISM; Gojo”

summary: Gojo lets you in on his secret after you accidentally find out.

✧ pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

✧ contains: NSFW, detailed smut, exhibitionism, praise kink, degradation kink, unprotected sex

The mystery behind your friend, Gojo's job stood as a long-question mark for you. It was assumed that he did quite well for a living, considering his life of luxury. He wore expensive suits and was able to pay for an upscale apartment with you in Tokyo at a relatively young age.

He never kept his lavish lifestyle into secret but when someone asks what he does for work, he just waves it off with something along the lines of “a boring, corporate accounting job.” and then change the subject.

Gojo is a very good looking man, there is no doubt about it. and at some point, staring at the bills for his place, he decided to put that to good use.

Starting an exclusive online content was a bit awkward at first because he wasn't sure what to post or if people even wanted to pay to see him naked but he easily grew in popularity to his surprise.

He's made more money than he ever could working a minimum wage job. He doesn't exactly try to hide it but he would probably be mortified if anyone he knew found out.

But even with all the money he makes, renting an apartment by himself is pretty expensive so he found a roommate in you, another human being who needs a place to stay. Together you live in an upscale apartment in the city, with Gojo's great company.

Me

I'll be back at six, need anything?

Gojo S.

MOCHI (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Me

alright cya

The trip to the shop was surprisingly quick, and the queue wasn't so long either, giving you plenty of time before six.

You recalled every errand in your mind once again, checking off every task you had thought of. You've also just purchased a book, deciding to read it at home instead of the park. You debated whether to tell Satoru, but instead, you decided to surprise him instead with his mochi treat.

You're now back to the apartment complex and to your place. You immediately notice Gojo's absence in the living room where he usually hangs out, until you heard noises coming from his room where you assumed he was.

"Hey 'Toru, do you wanna-" Opening his door, you're stunned into silence at the sight. He was laying on his bed with a camera. Completely naked. His eyes go wide, scrambling to cover himself. "Oh my god! Sorry " You scream as you cover your eyes, slamming the door shut.

You close the door shut to your room, heart racing as you put your things away. You just saw Gojo naked. with a camera. You don't know whether to feel mortified, awkward, ashamed for looking, but right now you're feeling everything.

Your attractive, rich, roommate was a cam boy. Now it made sense.

It was only a few seconds but you got a good look at that. Shame haunts your thoughts just thinking about it.

It was just as big as you thought. This should be the last thing you're thinking of right now but god, he's hot. You want nothing more than to get on your knees for him right there but that's extremely inappropriate to even think of.

“[Name], can we talk?” His voice coming from the other side of the door startled you. As embarrassed as the two of you feel right now, you agreed, opening the door to have a conversation with him.

“I'm sorry I didn't knock.” You were the first one to speak. “Well, I thought you were gonna be home a little later so... Yeah, I run an onlyfans.” He admits.

“Look, this doesn't have to be weird, alright? What you do on your own time is not my business, so, you do you.” You casually spoke. “Plus, I understand if you didn't want to tell me.” You assured, not wanting him to feel upset about the situation.

“Besides, I think it's a great racket, you know...the cash.” You added. “Well, you had to find out at some point.” Gojo shrugged.

“So... when can I join?” Now your response took a huge turn. “You know... rent's due in two weeks, maybe we could help each other out?” You pant, resting your hands over Gojo's chest.

“I like how you think...”

“Are you sure about this?” You laid naked on his sheets as Gojo set up the camera, pointing it at a lower angle to hide your identity. It was one if the things he wanted before letting you in his content creation.

“Yeah, let's do this.” You assure, placing a soft kiss on his cheek as he hopped in the sheets with you. “We're live.” He quickly spoke, lips catching yours in a firey movement.

“I got company today.” Gojo spoke koud enough for the live audience to hear. Only your body was on the frame, as he crawld behind you to hold your body in an embrace.

His hands freely roamed your torso, fingers grazing freely before landing a pinch on your nipples. Gojo chuckles at the lewd sound coming from you, before latching wet kisses on your neck

“Touch me,” You gasp, opening your legs in desperate need of friction. Gojo was more than happy to sink his fingers deep into your entrance.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the force, his long fingers curling up and easily pressing over your pleasure spot. You didn't even realize how hard you were starting to ride his fingers until he teased, “I barely even started yet, are you that much of a slut for my fingers?”

“Look how fucking wet my girl gets for me.” He says to the camera. Comments were quickly scrolling by, along with hearts and tips coming in. Your hips buck more, now agressively riding Gojo's fingers. “Should I let her cum, hm?”

“Please,” You cry out, letting your head fall back on his shoulder. “So tight,” He remarked, now stilling your hips with his arm hooking over your waist. The comments were now thirsting and pleading to see you come undone under his touch.

“Ride me like the good girl you are.” He bow had his fingers pulled out of you, letting you freely straddle his thighs and still facing the camera.

“Slowly,” Gojo ordered, voice husky and low. His massive hand curled over your hip to lower you slowly onto his cock, gripping his knees and letting out a low moan.

The reverse position was different than anything you’d ever felt. His cock felt so deep inside and ever slow drag of your hips felt better than the last. His hand trailed down the side of your thigh, digging deep into your hips. He clenches his jaw and tapped your thigh for you to go faster. You lowered your upper body onto your elbows and gripped the sheets as you bounced your ass a little faster.

“Oh fuck,” Gojo gasped and threw his head back against the mountain of pillows keeping him upright. You sweet little moans were music to his ears– and he’s sure that the audience watching was enjoying this as well, but not as much as you are. You curled your feet around his hips as you shifted between his thighs. “That’s it, good girl. Keep going.”

“Look at that,” He coo. “Look at how she fucks my cock like a desperate little whore.”

“Yes daddy, fuck!” You mewled, crying out into the sheets when his palm meets your ass. He groans and bucks his hips hard into your tightening cunt, balls smacking against your entrance as he only went harder and faster, forcing you further down onto his dick. “Fuck, take it!” He grunts and huffs as the camera nearly drops from the impact.

You whined incoherently, heart beating erratically from the feeling of sliding down onto his length. “So fucking wet...” Gojo remarked. You can barely answer as he fucks you harder, feeling your guts being rearranged as he slams into your cervix constantly, causing you to lose your breath each time. You let out a drowsy moan as your eyes crossed and rolled back. “Can’t even speak while on this dick, huh?” You could only utter a long cry.

“I'm gonna come...” You squealed, reaching one hand down to frantically rub your swollen clit. Gojo hums and smacks your ass once more, watching his massive handprint begin to slowly form.

“Oh fuck!” Your tight walls clenching his length and squirt spewing was his cue, Gojo groans and shoved himself all the way inside, hips crushing against your ass as he shot his thick load deep in your walls. You tried to stop your thighs from shaking so much, but it was damn near impossible when you felt his cum fill you up so good. “Oh shit, princess.” Gojo breathes heavily and slowly pulls his cock out. His thick load covered every inch of you. He reaches over to take his phone once more, now seeing the mountains comments and tips coming in.

“That's only the start....”

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[pumpkinbirth]

So you know how there are wirelessly controlled vibrators that camgirls can link to their tip feed so chat can control it? What about taking that concept and applying it to labor? So someone controls when the laboring mom contracts, how strong they are and how long they last. And when fully dilated it switches to controlling when she pushes.

"No, trust me. I know it sounds weird, but when I tell you I've never had a more profitable stream in my life, I mean it."

Those reassurances from a fellow camgirl who catered to the same, ah, niche, finally convinced me to get on board with this latest development. The Labense chip, once implanted, would enable total control of the labor and birth process for whoever had a connection set up to it. While it's initial development was innocent, gearing towards people who were anxious about the unpredictability of labor or only had a certain pain threshold they could handle, it took almost no time for a much kinkier purpose to be found.

This led to now, two weeks after I had the chip implanted, and it had fully acclimated enough to where I felt ready to introduce it to my audience. Once I gave my stream audience the rundown on how it functioned, the donations came flooding in, a fair amount of people eager to secure a spot in line for control purposes. It was simple, every $100 would earn one minute of control. A little on the steep side, sure, but since it was something as high stakes as controlling my labor, I didn't feel guilty about it.

"Alright, it looks like things have slowed down, so we can finally get started! First in line has two minutes of chip control, I'm ready when you are, love!" There was a beat of silence, and then I felt a band of pressure tightening around my belly. "O-oohh, there you go..." I moaned softly, my hips circling lazily as I let the new sensation wash over me. Just knowing that I was at the mercy of someone else was enough to make me wet, and it wasn't long before I started rubbing myself over my panties.

Two minutes passed and the pressure abated. "It's working perfectly so far, everybody! Next person has just one minute, be sure to make it count!" I added with a wink, a hand running sensually over my belly. Whoever was next definitely took it to heart, and I let out a surprised yelp at the new induced contraction. Where the first one had been a consistent yet manageable pressure, this one felt like a late stage contraction, my belly visibly tightening. Huffing steadily, I breathed through it, and the minute soon passed.

"O-ooh, you really meant business, huh baby?" I purred, a light sweat making my belly practically shine. Glancing at the queue, my eyes widened a bit. The next person had ponied up for an entire ten minutes. "Ohoho, buckle up guys..." I chuckled, approving their access.

Initially it felt like the same gentle pressure as the first round. Once a couple minutes passed, though, I winced as I felt it increase, soon reaching the same intensity as the second round. Countering the pain with pleasure, I made a show of stroking my swollen lips, spreading them so I could rub circles around my clit, my thighs slick with sweat and my wetness. "Fuck, this feels so good, you have no ide--aaahn!" I let out a yelp as the pressure increased again, and a quick look at the timer showed they still had another five minutes of control left. "C-careful now, love, or you're gonna make my water break," I murmured, steadying my breathing once again. Taking a moment to read the chat, I caught the donators username, with just one message:

I intend to.

Before I could think of something to say I let out a low moan, my hands now cradling my belly as it tightened again. True to their word, the pressure mounted steadily, not letting up, and after another few minutes I heard a soft pop as my waters gushed out of me, my webcam capturing every moment beautifully. The stream nearly froze from the sheer amount of donations flooding in, and I grinned as I carefully readjusted myself, making sure my cunt was perfectly framed for all to see.

"Mnh, a-alright, loves...now let's see which of you can make me give birth..."