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aanoia · 5 months ago

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Orphic (Pt. 8)

pairing; Ao'nung x Sully!reader Orphic; (adj.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding words; 3,949 warnings; sadness, gets a little steamy but tbh not really Pt. 1; Pt. 2; Pt. 3; Pt. 4; Pt. 5; Pt. 6; My writing is a little different towards the end of this, because I went down a rabbit hole and used all kinds of tips and trick to write it. it's not perfect, and I don't feel like it's my writing but I'll get used to it. Hopefully I can apply those tricks to my future writing. Anywho look at me posting again >:)

Y/n had noticed L’oa. Of course she had. In the month or so her relationship has been estranged with Ao’nung, all she’s done is notice L’oa. She stepped in, stole her place to keep Ao’nung warm. It’s difficult for Y/n to remember that she’s the one that left that spot empty, and it’s her fault, not L’oa’s. But it doesn’t stop insecurity from bubbling up in her stomach everytime the girl is around. She’s so soft, and feminine, and perfect. Y/n is just not, in her eyes. She doesn’t consider herself a jealous person either, she’s never really had the need to be jealous. But when L’oa’s hand slides down Ao’nung’s arm, she wants to march over there and pull her away, then kiss Ao’nung and claim what’s hers. What was hers.

She sighs softly as she watches her siblings play in the water. They laugh and hiss as they splash water at each other, seemingly not a care in the world. She wishes she had the energy to join them, but she just can’t. It hurts too much to have fun without him. To smile while she knows she’s killed his.

“Well, haven’t you heard? They’re planning on mating tonight.” Two young Na’vi men walk past slowly, talking rather loudly.

“Ao’nung and L’oa? Really?” Y/n’s ears perk up at his name, and she focuses in on the conversation.

The first boy nods, “Yeah, I heard the Tsahik speaking to him about it. She said that at first she was fine with giving them time -whatever that means- but now she isn’t. She wants them to mate soon.”

The second boy hums softly, and by now their out of ear shot. Y/n’s ears flatten as she frowns, her eyes stinging with tears. She inhales, she doesn’t need more tears. She’s losing Ao’nung, for good, now. After he mates with L’oa, there’s no going back. But her heart beats strong, a small glimmer of hope giving it power. Ronal chose L’oa for Ao’nung. He didn’t choose her.

However, in the end Y/n knows that she won’t go to him. She won’t beg for his forgiveness, and ask him to choose her, because she chooses him. Ronal would skin her if she ruined her pairing, and she needs to protect her family. They’ve found a home here. Y/n would never forgive herself if she was the reason they lost it.

The sky darkens slowly, and Y/n watches the soft hues of pink and orange morph into each other. She imagines she was here with Ao’nung right now. He’d sit next to her, and probably hold her hand. Or maybe he’d sit so close their thighs touched, and she could rest her head on his shoulder. He’d listen to her rant, and smile, and look at her with that look no one else can describe but as pure love. Neteyam had once described it as the way their father looks at their mother, and Y/n had immediately thought that she must’ve found the one then.

There’s soft murmurs to the side, and she glances over. Her heart drops as she sees Ao’nung and L’oa. They seem uncomfortable, probably because the rumor of them likely mating after the eclipse had spread across the village. Everyone was talking about it. In a fit of fate, their eyes meet. She looks at Ao’nung, her brows furrowing sadly. His expression is unreadable as he gazes at her, his heart longing. They stare at each other for what feels like forever. It’s almost as if he’s waiting for her to come to him, and tell him she didn’t mean anything and she’s sorry.

Shockingly for both of them, she does. She doesn’t think twice when she stands, and walks quickly over. She glances at L’oa, eyes begging for just a moment. L’oa’s ears flatten, and her face falls as she nods. She turns and walks a good distance, giving them space. Y/n looks at Ao’nung, unsure of what to say. She glances down momentarily, and the small bit of hope in her heart grows. He’s wearing her necklace. She’s wearing his, as well.

“I-” Her voice dies, and Ao’nung waits patiently for her to continue. “Hi.” She mentally curses herself.

His face falls, “That’s all you have to say?”

Y/n exhales, “No. Just figured I get greetings out of the way first.”

The corner of his lips twitch up, but they fall just as quick, “You did good.”

“I know.” She nods, she glances at L’oa’s figure. “Are the rumors true?”

Ao’nung pauses as clouds gather above them, dark and angry, “What rumors?”

She raises a brow, “You know what rumors I’m talking about.” She shuffles in the sand, feeling her confidence slowly dwindle.

He sighs deeply, “They are.”

Her ears twitch downwards, and she bites the inside of her cheek roughly, “You guys will be a mated pair by sunrise?”

He swallows thickly as he nods, “Yeah, I guess so.” Rain starts to trickle down from the sky, and it gets significantly darker as the sun dips below the horizon.

Y/n’s stomach churns as she meets his eyes once again, “Do you like her?”

Ao’nung shrugs, “My mother does.”

“But do you?” She presses.

Ao’nung scoffs softly, “You’re the one that left me, Y/n. What does it matter if I like L’oa now? You shouldn’t care.”

Y/n winces, exhaling, the rain stings her eyes, or that’s what she’d like to believe. “Yeah, I shouldn’t.”

He stares at her in silence for a moment, searching her eyes, “But you do.” His voice is almost drowned out by the pounding rain and aggressive waves.

She nods, “I definitely do.”

He shakes his head, running his hand through his hair, it was down for once, “That’s not fair, Y/n. It’s been a month- I’ve been trying to put you behind me. Because even though I don’t believe you don’t care about me, you still left. And I’ve respected that choice, and I let it happen. You can’t come back to me now.”

Her throat closes, and her lip wobbles, “I’m not coming back. I was just asking questions.”

“Bullshit.” He mutters, shaking his head. There’s another moment of silence between them, and his face softens. He gently lifts her chin, then rests his hand on her cheek. “Ask me not to mate with her. And I won’t go through with it.” He whispers, barely audible. “Ask me not to, Y/n. Ask.”

Her heart pounds against her chest as she thinks over her choices. She wants nothing more than to just give in and kiss him right there. But her mind flashes to Ronal, and her threat of kicking her family out, and she can’t do it. Imagining her siblings having to pack their things for a second time, and leave their new home, is excruciating just to think about. A tear falls down her cheek, mixed in with the water droplets from above.

“I can’t.” She whispers, pulling away from him. “I’m sorry, I can’t. Go to her. You're hers.” Her voice breaks, and she hugs herself. She’s giving him up completely. For good.

Ao’nung wipes his cheek quickly, and her heart breaks as she realizes he was crying too. He turns and starts walking back to L’oa, his shoulders trembling. Y/n’s face scrunches in pain and she watches L’oa hug Ao’nung, and the two of them leave quickly. Their direction is towards a common mating place, where many people go due to its sereneness. She watches him go, her heart breaking more every step he takes.

The walk to the cove is silent, and Ao’nung has to bite back his tears. Y/n has officially let him go, and he didn't realize it'd hurt so much. He doesn't really understand how she could mean so much to him after such a short time. Something about love having no time limit, whatever Tsireya says.

“Ao'nung- I'm sorry. I know she meant a lot to you.” L'oa says softly, and if Ao'nung wasn't so busy wallowing it his own self pity, he'd hear the hurt in her voice.

Ao'nung shrugs, “There's nothing I can do about it anymore. Now that we are to be mated.”

L'oa nods, biting her cheek. She's been thinking things over a lot. The two make it to the cove, and it really is beautiful. Glowing fauna is scattered around, and there are beds of moss laying in different areas. Ao'nung understands why a couple would want to bond for life here, it was beautiful. Eywa, he wishes it was her. Ao'nung turns to L'ao, looking her over. She really is beautiful, and a great person. He'll be fine.

Ao’nung steps closer to her, and tucks hair behind her ears, “I'm sorry you're being forced into this.” He says softly.

L'oa swallows thickly, “I'm not. I chose to do it.”

Ao'nung hesitates, “You chose to mate with me?”

L'oa nods, her eyes drifting to the ground, “Yes. I've- I've like you for a while, now, Ao'nung.”

Ao'nung shakes his head, “You have?”

L'oa sniffles softly and nods, gaining the courage to look at him in his eyes, “Yes, I have. But I know- I know you don't want me. So- go.”

Ao'nung steps back, his eyes widened, “Go?”

“Yes, go.” She affirms, hugging herself.

“Why?” He questions, his mind racing.

L'oa inhales deeply, “I see the way you look at her. Like she's the only thing- like she's the sun and you the moon. Like you would die without her. I can't be in a relationship where my mate doesn't love me back, Ao'nung. So go. Find her, and make her take you back.” Her eyes are watering slightly, but she bites into her lip hard.

Ao'nung hesitates, before pulling her into a hug, “You'll find someone better than me, L'oa. I swear on Eywa you will.”

She smiles softly, hugging him back, “The bar is low. Go.”

He laughs quietly as he pulls away, he runs a hand over his face, “Right, go. I'm going.” And he's running, as fast as his legs can take him.

A few moments pass, the silence hanging heavy, when a hand lands gently on Y/n’s shoulder. She jumps, her heart racing as instinct flares, ready to fight if needed. But when she turns around, the sight in front of her takes the air from her lungs.

Ronal stands there, her face clouded with pain and regret, her eyes reddened from tears and the relentless rain. Her cheeks are streaked with both sorrow and water. Y/n opens her mouth to ask what’s going on, but the words freeze on her tongue. Nothing comes out.

“You must go to him,” Ronal says, her voice trembling, devoid of its usual strength. “I’ve made a mistake. And I am so sorry, my dear. But you must stop him. This isn’t right. It’s not Eywa’s will... You are. You’re his destiny, child.”

Y/n stares at Ronal, her face caught between confusion and anger. Her chest tightens as the weight of the situation crashes down on her. She just let him go. Let L’oa have him. And now Ronal, of all people, is here begging her to stop her son from making a mistake.

For a moment, her anger flares, but it doesn’t last. Slowly, the realization settles in. Ronal had been the only thing holding her back from reaching out to Ao’nung. And now, with her plea, the path is clear. She wants to be with him.

Ronal, desperate, misreads Y/n’s silence as refusal. Her panic escalates, and she grabs Y/n’s arm. “Please, you must. He’ll be miserable in that loveless marriage. He needs you. I didn’t see that before—I was blind. But now I see. I see you. My son is different, better with you. That’s what a mate should do. L’oa doesn’t do that for him—”

Y/n cuts her off with a shaky nod, swallowing thickly. “Okay, okay, I don’t—” She shakes her head, heart pounding in her chest. Without another word, she turns and runs, leaving Ronal behind. Her legs scream in protest, already tired from the day’s weight, but she pushes herself harder, driven by desperation. The burning in her lungs only fuels the fire, the need to reach Ao’nung before it’s too late.

The rain pounds harder, drenching her as she runs, each drop like ice against her skin. She’s so focused on reaching him that she doesn’t see the root beneath her feet. Her foot catches it, sending a sharp pain through her ankle, and her body stumbles forward.

Her arms flail instinctively to catch herself, but the ground doesn’t come. Instead, strong, cold arms wrap around her shoulders, holding her steady.

She freezes for a heartbeat, ready to tear away and keep running, but then she looks up into his face—and everything stops.

“Shit—Y/n?” Ao’nung’s voice is filled with concern as he inspects her for injury.

Y/n sucks in a breath, her mind racing faster than her heartbeat. “I’m an idiot, I’m an idiot, and I’m so sorry.” The words tumble out in a rush. “I love you, Ao’nung. I’m sorry I pushed you away, your mother—never mind her. I didn’t know what else to do. I had to protect my fami—”

“Hey, hey, hey—slow down, slow down,” Ao’nung interrupts, his hands firmly gripping her shoulders as he looks into her eyes. His brow furrows with confusion. She’s speaking too fast for him to understand more than his name. “Y/n, I actually need to talk to you—”

“No, no—” Y/n cuts him off as a crack of thunder splits the sky above them. The rain intensifies, pounding relentlessly. “I can’t hear you!” she shouts, her voice barely cutting through the noise.

Ao’nung’s brow furrows as he leans in closer, confused. “What did you say?”

Another crack of thunder sounds near them, and Y/n jumps, her head snapping toward it. “The lightning—come on!” She grabs his hand, pulling him toward the cove. She runs with all her might, praying to Eywa that L’oa isn’t there.

She feels Ao’nung tugging at her hand as they near the entrance. She stops abruptly, her heart racing. “Woah, woah, woah—wait a second.” She spins to face him, breath ragged from the run. “What are you doing here?”

Ao’nung shakes his head, his face full of confusion. He tugs her inside the cove, glancing around quickly, relieved to see L’oa isn’t there. The thunder rages outside, but the thick walls of the cove drown it out, leaving them in a tense silence.

“What did you say?” Ao’nung asks again, his voice barely audible over the sound of the storm, water dripping from his chin.

Y/n swallows thickly, trying to focus on him. Her gaze darts to his lips but quickly returns to his eyes. “Why aren’t you with L’oa?”

Ao’nung’s jaw tightens, his face hardening for a split second before he speaks. “I… left her.”

Y/n’s heart skips a beat. She wants to ask why, but instead, the words spill out before she can stop them. “Okay, never mind that. I don’t want you to mate with her. I can’t have you mate with her.”

Ao’nung’s lips twitch upward in a small, confused smile. “Y/n—”

“I’m serious!” she interrupts, her voice shaking with emotion. “I was afraid of being with you—not because of you, but because I needed to protect my family. Your mother threatened our uturu. But Ao’nung, I can’t be apart from you.”

He grabs her hand, his grip firm and warm. His eyes soften with understanding, but there’s still a flicker of something else there—anger, frustration—but it’s held in check. “Y/n.”

“I love you, Ao’nung. And I’m sorry for making you feel otherwise. But I really, really do. And I understand if you want L’oa now because she’s beautiful—”

“Y/n—”

“And perfect. And no one can compare to her—”

Ao’nung laughs softly, his hand finding its way to her mouth. “Eywa, you don’t ever shut up, do you?” he teases, his voice light despite the storm.

He pulls her in for a kiss, the intensity of it crashing over both of them, the rain outside forgotten.

Their lips meet in a passionate fire, a collision of unspoken words, and for a moment, neither of them knows how to move, how to feel. The world narrows to the heat between them, the pressing of bodies, and the shared breath. Time stretches and bends, every second a quiet unraveling of everything they’ve kept hidden. The kiss tells the story of the past month—of longing that felt too far to reach, of despair that had been too deep to bear, of regret that had eaten them both alive. And yet, in this moment, it’s all laid bare. They can feel everything.

Y/n is the first to pull away, her breath shaky, and she rests her forehead against his, eyes fluttering shut. "I’m so sorry. Please forgive me," she whispers, her voice fragile. A tear escapes and traces the curve of her cheek, but she doesn't move to wipe it away.

Ao’nung smiles softly, tenderness in his gaze. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, reassuring her without a word. "I forgive you," he murmurs. "It wasn’t your fault. You were protecting your family."

Her chest rises and falls with a shaky breath, her voice barely audible as she exhales, “I see you.” Her words are thick with everything unsaid, everything she's felt and wanted to express but couldn't.

Ao’nung opens his eyes slowly, his gaze settling on hers with a quiet, unwavering tenderness. “I see you, paskalin,” he responds, his words a gentle promise that everything between them can still be whole.

Y/n pulls back, still close enough to feel the warmth of his presence. She glances around the Cove, her cheeks warming at the sacredness of the space they occupy. This is a place of intimacy, a sacred mating ground for the Na’vi, and she is standing here with the boy she loves. A soft smile tugs at her lips as she meets his eyes again, and she sniffles softly, her heart both heavy and light.

“You need to apologize to your parents,” she says, her voice a mixture of affection and concern. She presses a soft kiss to his forehead, her fingers lingering there for a moment. “I’m sorry I made you bitter again.”

Ao’nung hums softly, his chest vibrating with a low chuckle. “Damn you, girl,” he says, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “You’ve got some kind of chokehold on me.” Despite the lingering ache in his heart, there’s a quiet relief in him now—an understanding that things will be okay. They will be okay.

He looks at her with a mixture of affection and gratitude, shaking his head. “How do you know I’ve been a dick to my parents?”

Y/n smiles softly, her tail flicking behind her in a playful, almost mischievous gesture. “‘Reya,” she says simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Ao’nung sighs, a half-grin still on his face. “I should’ve known. I’ll apologize to them. Don’t worry.”

She stares at him for a moment. Her hand slides behind his neck and she pulls him into another kiss. She pushes against his chest gently, until his back hits the wall. He grunts softly, and she kisses down his jaw. She wants to try something.

When she was younger, Y/n and her siblings had been watching a video file Jake had made when he was a human. The human version of Norm appears behind him, a large bruise on his neck. It interested the children, and they asked about it. Then, Jake had a very uncomfortable talk about what hickey’s were and how they happen.

She finds a spot she enjoys on his neck, and starts doing what she thinks will cause the bruising. She sucks lightly on it, still kissing the skin to soothe it.

“What are you doi—” His words are cut off as Y/n presses a finger gently to his lips, silencing him. His eyes widen slightly, but something inside him stills as he watches her. He closes his mouth, his breath slow and uneven, trying to make sense of the unexpected feeling. The sensation on his skin is unfamiliar, but it's not bad. In fact, there’s something oddly pleasant about it, a warmth that spreads deeper than he expected.

After a few moments, Y/n pulls her head away, her gaze soft as it settles on the mark on his neck. Her fingers brush lightly over it, and a small smile tugs at her lips. "It worked," she whispers, almost to herself.

Ao’nung’s voice is quiet, still a little lost. “What did you even do?” His eyes flicker to her, searching for answers, but she simply looks away and adjusts the necklace around his neck, the one she noticed earlier.

Y/n studies it thoughtfully. “Where did you get this necklace?” Her fingers run along the intricate design, marveling at the craftsmanship. “It’s beautiful.”

Ao’nung lets out an exaggerated sigh, a grin tugging at his lips. “Oh, you know. Found it lying around. Nothing special.”

Y/n studies the necklace, her fingers lingering on the smooth beads as her thoughts swirl around everything that’s happened in the past hours. Her heart is lighter now, the weight of her doubts lifting with each passing second. She catches Ao’nung’s gaze, and for the first time in what feels like forever, there’s no tension—just quiet understanding.

“Nothing special, huh?” she teases, looking up at him with a small, mischievous grin. “Well, I think it’s beautiful.”

Ao’nung shrugs, but the soft smile that plays on his lips tells her everything. He reaches up, his hand brushing against her cheek, his eyes soft and full of the warmth she’s missed.

“Yeah, well,” he begins, his voice low, a touch of playfulness returning, “I think you’re pretty special.”

Y/n lets out a small, relieved laugh, the sound a sweet release after all the heaviness that’s hung between them. She closes the space between them again, pressing her forehead to his, breathing in the scent of rain and sea, the world outside still crashing down, but for once, it doesn’t matter.

She closes her eyes, letting the moment wash over her. "I love you, Ao’nung," she whispers, her words simple but true. "I don't know if I can ever apologize enough for all the time we lost... but I swear I won't waste another second."

He responds with a gentle kiss to her forehead, the warmth of his lips comforting and steady.

“You don’t have to,” he says softly. “We’ve got time. And that’s enough.”

The storm rages outside, but in this moment, under the soft glow of the cove’s fauna, the world feels still. Together, they share a silence that speaks volumes—one full of forgiveness, understanding, and the promise of what’s to come.

Y/n pulls away, her heart still fluttering, and looks around at the sacred space, her gaze softening. “We’ll be okay, right?”

Ao’nung smiles, his hand gently cupping her face. “Yeah. We will be.”

And for the first time in what feels like forever, Y/n believes him.

She turns her head to kiss his palm softly, “We should go. I feel weird being here.”

His eyes scrunch with his smile, “Why’s that, hm?”

She rolls her eyes, pulling his hand off her face and holding onto it tightly, “Come on, weirdo.” She gently leads him out of the cove. The two face the storm and run back towards the maruis. It took a second to decide who’s marui to go to, and Y/n decided to pull him into hers as they pass by.

Her family kneels in the middle, eating food. All eyes train on them, and Ao’nung smiles nervously, raising his hand in a wave. The family glances at each other, and they all smile, motioning the two to join them in the middle.

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struwberrii · 10 months ago

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haikyuu!! halloween headcanons ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚.

i know it’s july, i just love halloween time and it’s basically around the corner now that i think about it :3 but anywho here are some of my silly headcanons of what costumes/activities the haikyuu characters would do on halloween ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

characters: tsuki, kuroo, bokuto, sugawara, semi, osamu

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tsukishima

probably thinks halloween is lame and doesn’t want to participate but i feel like you could convince him

at MOST he might put on some face paint or animal ears

would rather stay in and watch scary movies

probably randomly starts ranting about how halloween is a capitalist holiday or something

buys a huge bag of candy but only eats all the strawberry starburst and leaves the rest for you

when you’re at a suspenseful part of the movie he screams just to scare you

makes fun of all the people in bad costumes passing by his house with you

kuroo

has the ugliest costume ideas ever

bro is pulling up to the function as papa smurf

i know he’d be such a huge halloween fan

he lets you paint him blue 😭

probably invites you to a festival or party

takes 1000 pics of your night together

offers to carry your candy and literally just starts eating yours instead of his

tells scary stories all night and ends up scaring both of you guys

constantly talking about how good you look, bro is a sweetie pie

eats so much candy and goes home with a stomach ache

bokuto

i feel like he’d like halloween because he’d like dressing up but at the same time he would literally just wear any costume

i feel like his costume would also be really low budget and last minute but still cute

imagine bokuto as finn from adventure time ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

challenges you to see who can get more candy but somehow loses (eats) most of his candy by the end of the night

participated in every festival activity, like he is NOT playing about that sac race

i also feel like he might participate to be the person that sits in that dunk tank while people try to throw a ball at the target and make them fall yk?

someone gave him raisins and he was genuinely distraught

makes akaashi go to booths he already visited so he can get more candy (they stopped giving it out to him)

sugawara

he does NOT play about his halloween costumes

imagine suga as mr fox from fantastic mr fox :3

would probably make a million silly tiktok’s

also participates in every festival activity

he’s the one who hits the target and dunks bokuto into the water tank

offers you a bunch of his candy and then says you guys shouldn’t eat it because it’s bad for you

also eats like 3 caramel apples in that same breath

wants to end the night watching a horror movie and also jump scares you during suspenseful moments

semi

would probably throw a party and invite you ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

probably just does cool skeleton face paint or something

plays the best music and has the best food

dedicates like half of his whole night to scaring you and gets tendou to help

leaves someone else in charge of the party while you two sneak off to his room with a bunch of snacks and drinks

maybe he even plays a song on guitar for you :o

he puts on a genuinely scary movie that has both of you in tears 😭

osamu

forgot to get a costume so he went as atsumu 😭

invites you to a halloween festival with him, not because he likes them but just to hang out with you and some of his friends

he and atsumu keep challenging each other at games and they both keep winning stuff

wins so many prizes at the booths and gives all of them to you

i feel like he’d only eat the twix bars he gets and no other candy

he’d probably want to leave the festival early bc he got bored

gets you guys junk food on the way home bc he’s tired

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rosierin · 7 days ago

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Thank you to everyone who responded to my rant from last night. Honestly it means a lot to me because I will admit, I did debate stopping writing there and then 😓

One thing about me is I’m a pretty sensitive and proud person, so to have my works called “bland” and “flat”, and suggest that they were unoriginal really stung because writing for the Quartet is a genuine comfort to me and I take so much pride in the little universe I created for them—the stories I’ve written, or even just silly dialogue-based fics I’ve posted on here too.

I’d like to think that AI wouldn’t be able to create something as personal as I have, but with how advanced it is nowadays I guess I wouldn’t be too surprised if it could—and that honestly makes me feel a bit sad (but that’s a whole other conversation).

I know the Anon didn’t mean any harm but it still hurt. Again, just because I use this blog as a safe space and a place to retreat to and get lost in my own stories.

But anywho, thanks again to those who commented and reached out, you guys are very sweet.

And if the Anon would like to come forward again and give me advice on how to not make my writing sound flat and devoid of personality, I’m all ears—genuinely. At the end of the day I’m open to criticism and would like to improve my writing too, so if you wanna pop into my inbox again, you’re still welcome!

Hopefully this is the last time I’ll have to post any rants on here ;; I wanna keep this blog problem free and chill!!!

#🌹🗣️#love you guys xx

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edenvillee · 26 days ago

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Little rant but I have been feeling so creatively burnt out lately.

I have completely forgot how to draw and I've been having a hard time putting drabbles or moments or thoughts into words for some reason. It's been making me feel shitty for the past few weeks because drawing is basically the only thing I know and If I can't put that out there then I basically have nothing 💔 I'm not exactly sure why I'm feeling this way but I think part of it has been because I stopped making art for fun or for myself and have been doing it for attention ( IK ATTENTION SEEKER IM SORRY).

I've been wanting to post random thoughts or ideas abt my OC's or yumeship because I think about them A WHOLEEE LOT but when I wanna put those thoughts into a paragraph my mind js goes blank LYKEEE IM SO TIRED!!!! I wanna keep this blog alive and post on it alot but I haven't been able to do that 💔

Anywho I do feel better writing this out but I hope creative blocks LEAVES MY FUCKING HOUSE!!!!

#oc #original character #supa strikas oc #oc x canon #selfshipping #supa strikas #supablr #🗯️ ﹒ Thoughts﹒ ⟢

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azaharinflames · 1 month ago

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Morning - Eddie asking anon from yesterday again 😀

God you could totally be right that the show makes Eddie's return about custody issues, and I agree with you I would hate that.

Maybe the simplest answer is that they both come back but Chris is just a recurring character going forward, not a main.

If they do come back I wonder how they'll address Eddie's dynamic with bucktommy. I'm firmly in the belief bucktommy will be back together by the end of this season (whether they keep them together after that who knows). Whilst I loved the eddietommy friendship (i actually kinda prefer it to Buck + Eddie friendship!!) I didn't love how much Eddie was a bit of a 3rd wheel in scenes I would have preferred to be just bucktommy.

I'd hope going forward Eddie just calls Tommy a dumbass for being insecure over nothing and they can be mates again. I can never figure out just how much the show wants to address/ignore/bait the buddies, but at least recently they seem to be making more of a stand against it thank god.

Ryan seems so so done with it in interviews, so if he does come back and all 3 (him and bt) are on screen again surely the numbskull interviewers can't keep asking about buddie after every episode 😬 but I bet they will

Hi!

I do think the show could pull a custody battle; however, after the latest BTS (please stop reading if you don't want some vague spoilers), I do feel like he could come back because of that. Because he wasn't dressed in blues, therefore he is not currently a firefighter. And this has to be weeks after 813, so I think the custody thing won't be that bad, or the catalyst (end of spoilers)

I do agree with you, there is something to be revisited with the BuckTommy dynamic with Eddie. It was fun to have them three in a scene before, and arguably,y I will say they did a good job at showing who was Buck's boyfriend, and who was his best friend, but given what transpired in 811, I feel like the dynamic should change a bit. This is not necessarily in the way they interact, but more in (like you said) the way Eddie is there in some of their scenes.

He does feel like an add-on in Season 8, but I do think that was a direct result of Chris being gone, and the writers not knowing who to pair him with if it couldn't be with his son. I think some of that could be solved by bringing Chris back - if Eddie and Chris come back, I don't think Eddie will be in as many BT scenes.

Also, I don't think we'll ever see a scene where BT and Eddie talk about Tommy's insecurity. They did that to narrow down BT's issues (so they'd be easily fixable), and in a way to speak to the audience, but it won't be as big as we think (IMO). Buck and Tommy will deal with their issues (hopefully to a good result), and next time we see them with Eddie, the show won't even acknowledge Tommy's insecurities. At least that's what I think.

As for Ryan - look, that man is done. He's done with Buddie and, honestly? I think a part of him is also done with all the harassment cast and crew, but especially Lou, received. He has a good relationship with Lou, I wouldn't be surprised if he wants to show him support and show where he stands to the toxic Buddie stans.

Anywho. This got long, sorry haha.

My inbox is open for ranting, venting, giving your opinion (unpopular or popular, I'm happy to receive and discuss both), and even confessions! However if you don't want yours posted, please make sure to say :)

Take care <3

#bucktommy #tevan #anti buddie #911 spoilers #anon ❣️

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itaehynz · 2 years ago

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love yourself or no one else will. — c.bg ･ ⟢

╰ pairing: choi beomgyu x afab!reader.

╰ genre: pure angst.

╰ warnings: very little profanity, cheating, crying, betrayal.

╰ summary: the night of your anniversary, the night you wished the best for. you and beomgyu had your ups and downs but you never would have thought it would’ve escalate this far.

part 1 | part 2

you and beomgyu have been together for two years. there’s been quite a few ups and downs, but nothing you two can’t get through.

there’s been a few ‘oh, she’s just a friend.’ and ‘oh, i’ve known her all my life. she’d never become an obstacle for us.’ on beomgyu’s end but again, nothing you two can’t get through.

beomgyu seems to really love you more than life itself but these days, he seems a bit… off. like there’s something he’s not telling you, something he may be hiding or maybe a surprise! he would never hurt you in anyway, right?

anywho, today’s your two year anniversary with him. you texted him that you’d be working late tonight in order to surprise him and get everything set up for dinner at your shared apartment. he responded with an ‘okay babe, i’ll see you later’ considering he was working.

when he responded to you, you hearted his message putting your phone to the side and starting cooking away. you decided that it would be great help if your best friend would be able to help you get everything ready, but apparently she was busy with something.

‘it’s fine’, you think to yourself. you can do this within a 4-hour time span, beomgyu usually doesn’t come straight home after work anyways so you’re sure it’d be nice if he were to walk in on a beautiful dinner after wearing himself out with a long day’s work.

you continue to cook, yelling for alexa to turn on your playlist. this should help you move quicker.

—

it’s finished. everything is perfect. there’s a trail of rose petals leading from your front door to your dining room table. there’s a fresh wine bottle sitting atop the beautifully decorated kitchen island, cork waiting to be popped off in celebration. lights dimmed for a sultry mood, and the food. everything looks amazing.

you finally take off your apron and rush to your shared bedroom to dress in your best attire. you put on a beautiful, skin tight silk black dress, something beomgyu has always loved seeing you in.

you sigh in content waiting for beomgyu to walk through that door in his work attire, a suit with the tie that he pulls at all day, trying to make himself more comfortable as he sits behind a desk for hours.

finally, you hear keys jingling at the door. ‘it’s beomgyu.’ you think to yourself with a bright smile painted on your face. you quickly grab the flowers resting on top of your kitchen counter, waiting for beomgyu in front of the door.

you assume he seems to be having a hard time unlocking it as you hear him grunting lightly behind the door. once you finally hear him unlock it, your eyes glisten with delight and love.

until they walk in.

‘they’ as in beomgyu and… your best friend.

your eyes turn from what was delight to pure disgust. beomgyu and your best friend both stop in their tracks, eyes blown out as if they’re deers that were caught in headlights.

“b-baby… i can explai-” beomgyu breathes out, obviously tired from the full on makeout he was once having.

“e-explain what b-beomgyu?” you say, tears brewing in your eyes. you cannot even begin to explain how you’re feeling right now. anger? sadness? distress? probably a mix of all.

“h-how l-long has this b-been going on f-for?” you mumble with tears now streaming down your face. beomgyu and your (old) best friend share a look, one filled with despair and knowingness. you expected something bad to come out of beomgyu’s mouth but you never would’ve thought it would be this bad.

“after our first argument, i went to her and ranted but it escalated into something more. i didn’t expect our relationship to last this long, i’m sorry y/n.” he utters looking down at his feet, disgusted with himself for how long he let the hookup carry on for.

you suddenly feel a turning feeling in your stomach, you think you’re gonna be sick. you feel extremely dumb for not noticing his change of actions and words. the way he’s been cancelling on your dates, claiming “something came up” at work and the way he’s been talking to you, rushing through the conversations as if he had somewhere to be. you guess he did have somewhere to be… with her.

you’re deep in thought before you hear the slight shuffle of your best friend’s feet causing you to look at her with narrowed eyes. making eye contact with her, she seems to have tears brimming her eyes which makes her look away abruptly. you look back over at beomgyu and then her again coming up with a plan, “you know what,” you interject, “you two can eat, i’ll be in the room if you have anything else to say.” you add before turning around and walking back to the shared bedroom.

once you reach your bedroom, you start your plan: gather all of beomgyu’s shit, put it in a suitcase and kick them out once they finish eating.

you don’t know how you’re going to build up the mental strength to do so but you know it’s what you have to do. you can barely look at her or beomgyu without wanting to cry. this is one of the downs you and beomgyu will not be bouncing back from.

you hear beomgyu and your now ex-best friend talking, trying to come up with ways to come back from this situation and have everything go back to normal. you silently scoff, finding it silly how beomgyu thinks he’ll always be able to get what he wants. it’s not happening.

you hear them finally put their plates in the sick just as you finish packing up every single last thing that beomgyu has ever owned. you begin dragging the suitcase out of the room, causing them both to look at you in shock.

“y/n, you’re not serious right?” beomgyu speaks, true sorrow laced in his tone. you look up at him with tears threatening to trickle down once again, fiddling with the suitcase handle. “yes. i am, i don’t want to see either of you ever again.” you say, looking between them both.

beomgyu’s now blinking rapidly, trying to rid away his tears. “y-y/n, p-pleas—please” he sniffles, “i’m r-really s-sorry.” you stare at him, unpleased with the way he’s acting. he’s trying to get what he wants again. your ex-best friend is now looking at you with sad eyes, tears brimming at her eyes.

“LEAVE. both of you,” you yell, voice cracking trying your absolute hardest not to cry in front of them. they both jump at the sound of your voice, beomgyu’s officially given up. he’s still sniffling but he’s not saying anything. instead, he reaches over for the suitcase, hand lightly grazing yours.

he tries resting his hand on yours but you snatch your hand away, looking up at him “go.” you say, voice laced with faux ferocity.

seeming as if they finally got the memo, beomgyu takes the suitcase and walks to the door. your best friend follows suit and waves back at you, knowing this is the last time she’ll ever see you.

“wait,” you say. beomgyu perks up his head quickly, hoping you’ve changed your mind about all of this.

“leave your keys, i don’t want you thinking it’s okay to come back.” you add, leaving beomgyu with no choice but to lower his head once again and placing his keys on the kitchen counter. they both begin walking out the door again, not gaining the strength to look back at you.

once the door slams, your knees give out. you’re on the floor, sobbing profusely. you never would’ve thought things would end this way and that’s not what you were hoping for. especially not on your anniversary. the dress being worn right now, the dress beomgyu apparently loved on you, a dress that you now hate. you’re filled with anger yet sadness at the same time, mad at yourself for not seeing how weird he’s been acting but sad for having things end this way.

now looking back on all of the things that could’ve been or should’ve been if you hadn’t wasted your time on a lost cause also known as your relationship. it was obvious beomgyu had stopped loving you a while ago, but it just hurts you to think about.

if it was so easy for him to hide things from you, why was it so hard for him to let you go? he never loved you. you guess it is true what they say.

love yourself or no one else will.

2023 TTYUNZ.

╰ author notes: i hope you guys enjoyed this one! just a little something to get you guys by as i get close to finishing “icrtfy” <3!

╰ p. taglist: @boba-beom @bucketofhiros @yeofy @n0-thisispatrick @hyukafied @hyunimylove @luvsoobs @choiwrld @majestyjun @tyunkus @belovedxiao @h00nerz —

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thenerdofthegroup · 6 months ago

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Breaking my silence:

I liked episode 6. Not my favourite obviously but that DUOLOGUE AT THE END. BEAUTIFUL. I can accept the fact Billy had to have it. There is one tiny thing I wished they did:

I wish the Jolene joke was a sapphic joke. I love it but… I don’t know. Jolene is a queer icon but I’ve got to be honest she is more for gay men. I would have loved if they had a sapphic joke instead. And I understand it wouldn’t have been as funny for the general audience but given it was in an episode focused on two gay men it would have been nice to see some sapphic energy (other than Agatha being the most homosexual character… ever). And I understand that the song can be interpreted as sapphic but it is by a minority. I would have enjoyed a very unambiguous joke about a sapphic reference in pop history, and there are many

Small nitpick.

Also… I will also put and it’s not relevant to this but… why the fuck are people doom posting?!? And honestly it’s ’what if Agatha and Rio only knew each other for a few years’ ‘what if Rio isn’t the other mother to the baby’ ‘what is they only were casual’

HAVE YOU LISTENED TO CHAPPELL ROANS CASUAL!?!?? THIS IS WHAT YOU ARE DESCRIBING

Anywho, if it is the case and these people are right then I will be… less than happy. BUT narratively it makes no sense. Agatha would not have a baby with anyone. She just wouldn’t. And clearly Rio is her one true love. Otherwise she would not be so open with her love. Ignore Rio’s side, Agatha is a closed book and even she has been openly loving her. She would not be doing this if there was another person she loved more and had a baby with.

Anyway small rant over. Point is let’s stop ruining the vibes for everyone. The ship is not the only part of the show and surely if you like the ship you wouldn’t be shitting on it all the time 🤷‍♀️ can we just enjoy the show please 😭😭

Little gift again: she looks like a goddess here and I wanted to share for those poor souls that read my little ted talks that usually turn angry because fandom space is pretty much dead and pure shippers are holding the gun

#also fuck the person who is spreading Ai art???!??!?#agatha all along #agatha harkness #kathryn hahn #love Dolly but would have preferred a sapphic reference

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keirawantstocry · 1 year ago

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🐦‍⬛salut!

I really do tend to say "heres a small idea!" then throw a multi paragraph thing-

Anywho,

Vague poly mc idea.

Tubbo ranting to Foolish being homophobic™ about fit and pac.

And Foolish looks him dead in the eyes asking "you sure you arent just gay for them and upset at not being included"

"It's so fucking ridculous!" Tubbo cried falling back on the couch with his arms crossed like a petulant child.

Foolish stared at him, fed up. "You're ridiculous."

"No, I'm fucking not. You don't know how bad they are. It's so fucking annoying bro."

Foolish rolled his eyes. "What do they do that is sooooo annoying?"

"They won't stop flirting! If I have to hear big daddy or big boy one more time I'm going to shoot myself."

"Why?" Foolish asked again.

Tubbo glared at him. "Because it's gross."

"Why??"

Tubbo stared at him for a long moment. "What are you fucking talking about?"

"i just think you maybe haven't really taken a moment to consider why you actually hate it so much."

Tubbo blinked at him with a suprised expression. "Foolish what the fuck are you implying?"

"You're gay."

"WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?" Tubbo cried. "I'm a faggot, you're a faggot, what does that have to do with anything?"

Foolish sighed deeply. "I mean think about it. You were really close to them. I have witnessed you flirting with both of them on different occasions. It makes sense that you would be jealous of their relationship."

Tubbo gaped at him. "I'm not jealous of their relationship. Are you trying to imply that I have a crush on one of them?"

"No," Foolish said like it was the most ridiculous thing ever. "I'm implying you have a crush on both of them."

Tubbo's jaw fell farther open and he uttered no more words for the rest of the evening.

#straight up stunned into silence #qsmp #my writing #fanfiction #poly morning crew #q!tubbo #q!foolish #🐦‍⬛ anon #also never stop #i loveee the long multiparagh things

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tinyidle · 1 year ago

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nice try - cmy x ysh

warning: smut ofc, floor sex (? sounds uncomfortable ngel) some bdsm with emphases on d and s, consensual force (light and moderate manhandling, light choking, slapping, etc), facesitting, semi-faileddom!miyeon, sub!miyeon, overwhelmed miyeon, failedsub!shuhua, harddom!shuhua, reference to g!p, a bit mean ngl, fiction ofc, not really proofread but if you read my stuff you should know that by now

a/n: warning: cursing because im ranting-

fucking tumblr somehow deleted the ask i was looking for to start the series, then i couldnt get into my holo acc to make sure my draft wouldn't be lost. stupid piece of dumbass motherfucking piece of tech dipshit- anywho... enjoy this nice little drabble i created :)

"unnie, what are you- woah!"

shuhua was immediately tackled to the ground. before she could understand her surroundings and what was going on, miyeon had already put a hand on her shoulder, putting a finger in front of her lips in a shush manner.

it was completely dark around them and shuhua couldn't see a thing-- not even miyeon's face or chest in the light from the cracked door of the nearby bedroom. she invites her eldest member to her house, expecting to chill, and this is what she does? why is so rowdy al of a sudden?

while shuhua was trying to take the reigns of whatever was going on, miyeon somehow shifted her way from the maknae's stomach (where she pinned shuhua from under her legs) to just above her lips. she lowered herself just slightly down before lightly grinding on the maknae's face.

ohhh shuhua realized. "you want to take control this time, myeonnie?" she asked with a slight smirk on her face, using her hands to grip the older's hips.

doing her best to be in control while answering the younger's question, miyeon grabbed a hold of shuhua's hands and pinned them down before nodding at her. she carefully stood up, doing her best to avoid shuhua's splayed out raven-colored hair on the ground. "stay there," miyeon ordered as she took off her shorts and panties to gently fold them and lay them next to the dresser.

"yes, ma'am," shuhua replied like a mock soldier, doing a mini salute as miyeon was in the middle of undressing and folding. the older giggled before leaning down to give the younger a kiss. once she pulled away from shuhua, miyeon carefully got back down to the maknae's flushed face, all vulnerable and ready for her. gathering her hair in one so that she could rest her knees on each side of her ears, miyeon knelt all the way down until she felt her lower lips connect with shuhua's upper lips.

it felt very intimate, yet the aura was meant to be sensual as miyeon slowly grinded on shuhua's mouth. when miyeon wasn't getting lost at the feel of the younger's face, she'd order shuhua to 'open your mouth and stick your tongue' flat, coupled with some 'make sure your nose touches my clit' and 'stay still while i bounce on you'.

"ahh, yes, that feels so good," the older exclaimed, throwing her head back while she moved her hips to the invisible rhythm of sex in her mind. shuhua, being ordered not to touch herself, was getting rather frustrated. sure, she loved feeling her girlfriend's juices on her tongue and loved the sounds she was making, but she was getting tired of not being able to move or touch or order anything or anyone around.

something had to give.

raising her arms a little to shake off the 'lazy-numb' feeling, she held miyeon's hips and forced it onto her mouth; as she was previously teasing her for the upteenth time. "my turn," shuhua mumbled into miyeon's puffy cunt, with the older now squealing and attempting to get shuhua to behave for her.

her attempts were reigning futile. "shuhw- aaah, please don't stop. right there-" she went from demanding to pleading, just as shuhua got miyeon to turn around and sit on her face with her ass to her this time. pulling off of miyeon's cunt, shuhua smacked her ass. "ow!" miyeon exclaimed, going to rub her sore bottom before shuhua smacked her center right after, making miyeon moan in the pleasurable pain.

shuhua smirked before raising her hand up to the back of miyeon's neck, lightly putting pressure on it. she lifted her self up while miyeon's lap shifted down onto shuhua's. "you've been bad for teasing me, myeonnie. how are you going to make it up to me?"

miyeon whimpered before gasping as shuhua's other hand gripped her clothed breast, squeezing it firmly. "ill-- suck daddy off to make her happy."

shuhua simply smiled. "good." she roughly let go of miyeon altogether, allowing the older to scramble to get the younger's lower undergarments off. "and don't do any funny business, either."

#hear me out 2 #gidle smut #miyeon smut #shuhua smut

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britt-kageryuu · 8 months ago

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The stream has started, and the scene changes over to Donnie, model dressed in a purple to black ombre suit, black shoes, and his bandana with goggles, standing on a stage like he was about to give a presentation.

"Greetings Balemates! I'm sure many of you saw our post about an announcement. Well don't worry it's not very big. We're just releasing access to a game that many in the Patreon discord has known about since the private game servers were launched." Donnie grabs a tablet to que up the reveal, "Now those on the servers know that it's not what you're playing, but I don't think the legal team wants to try fighting the company that owns the original that's on the server. Clears Throat. Well on to the announcement."

On a screen next to them is art of a bunch of cartoony turtles, with different accessories, infront of three different environments, a small city, a sewer/subway, and a pizzeria. There's a mock up of a game name, there is clearly a sign that reads 'Club Turtle' underneath a taped on piece of paper that says 'Placeholder: Turtle/Reptile/Amphibian City'.

"So many of you saw me working on the mock up on stream not to long ago. And Yes, it is a blatant Club Penguin clone, with some differences of course. It initially was just going to be Turtles, but as you can see, we're thinking of adding more varieties of possible avatars." Donnie switches over to a video.

The video is just basic gameplay of a Pink Dressed Turtle goes into a shop and buys a new outfit, then the same turtle in its new outfit goes to play a mini that was a simple ball toss. The video goes on to show the turtle buying a 'house', they chose a Train Car, and do some basic customization. Then the video follows the turtle to a small crowd of other Turtles who are doing different emotes, before a spray paint can goes across the screen to cover a 'Club Turtle' sign with Turtle City(W.I.P.).

"Well as you can see, it's not going to be a highly, how do I word this? Original? Super high quality?" Donnie stops to mutter about his wording, and then goes on a slight under his breath tangent about not writing a full script and only going off bullet points. "Anywho! The game is basically a free to play game, but really the only thing that paying and money with do you is the 'VIP' shop features, and customizations. Heck you're not buying any in game currency, the shops with just have an extended inventory of VIP items."

Donnie brings up an example, showing how with a VIP pass there's like 10 extra items on the daily inventory. Because this implies a rotating inventory of different items, there was even a tab marked 'seasonal items' on the shop menu.

There are mixed reactions to this announcement, if only because of some confusion on how this will work. While others are questioning if the VIP pass is like a one time thing, or subscription type thing.

"I see some questions, and to answer the one about the VIP, the price hasn't been figured, but it will be a monthly thing. It's inclusion is mostly because some people can't grasp a free to play game with no adds, or some weird way to work in making people pay." Donnie looks to their side, and after a second glares at something, and gives a gesture that reads 'well what should I say?!', "Sorry, one of my siblings was commenting on how I would make a FTP game, and not find a way to charge the players lots of money. Well the answer is. We needed a legit semi waste of money to offset something weird, finance wise. Yeah it makes no sense, but it's nothing illegal, just... the finance people are weird. They sometimes make no sense, even when I can understand them."

After another short rant Donnie remembers that they're still live, on stream, to multiple people who are now going to think their possibly doing something illegal.

"Clears Throat. Once again, this may not be the most original idea, but it's the best way to give our audience a Club Penguin like experience. We don't have all the expansions figured just yet, and it won't be live until we finish getting the servers set up, and properly secured." Donnie switches the screen to show a web page with the w.i.p. logo and a coming soon with multiple robot turtles moving wires, circuit boards, and boxes around the page. "This page is live, but there is no connection to the game yet. I hope you all will enjoy this, and give us feedback on what you think."

Donnies model suddenly changed clothes to his hoodie, tech pants, and boots. They let out a breath, and look a bit more relaxed. The background changes to the studio with beanbags, pillows, and blankets.

"Now that that announcement is out of the way! Alright everyone get in here, we're playing that sidescroller beat-em-up I found with the turtles!"

Raph, Leo, and Mikey quickly claim their seats, and controllers eager to start the game.

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Masterpost

I had multiple Club Penguin videos recommended to me by the algorithm, and I thought about Donnie making his own version because of how popular it was. Yeah one of the secret patreon game servers is Club Penguin.

And the weird finance thing is just some odd logic that was made up, because I don't think Donnie would actually trust investors, but there is technically a finance person on staff.

#VTurtles!#vtuber au #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie #rise donnatello #rise donnie #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt au #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt 2018 #rise tmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt rise

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