#DON'T ASK ME HOW I MANAGED TO TYPE COHERENTLY AFTER LIKE

[saltpepperbeard]

THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS AND THEORIES™ ABOUT THE NEW OFMD PICS:

So first of all, absolutely crying and throwing up over seeing Stede in more "stereotypical" sailor clothes as opposed to his usual attire. Secondly though, he looks to be surrounded by fine things, and it makes me wonder if he's attempting to barter for something? Maybe get a little SPECIAL SOMETHING FOR HIS SPECIAL SOMEONE???

And then this one kills me so hard because it looks like a message in a bottle. Is this an attempt at reaching out to Ed? Have they been trailing and failing to catch up with the Revenge, and this is Stede's attempt at trying to make contact? Or is this a message from Ed to Stede, a heartbroken warning to stay away? Regardless, SCREAMING.

AND THEN THIS ONE. SMILEY FACES. MATCHING OUTFITS!!! Maybe they've paired up with another crew and are temporary members? Like, in order to try and catch up with the Revenge, they had to team up with another ship/crew?

........if i speak

y'all already know that season 2 ed has led to MANY a breakdown already hsdjks. and i will be visiting this picture a little too much. but if i can CATCH MY BREATH A SECOND-

The pearls. And the fact that his hair is back. And the fact that his face is clear. AND HIS EARRING IS STILL THEERRREEEHSDJKLS.

He still looks hardened/heartbroken, but this look makes me think that conversations have happened, and maybe the first "healing seeds" have been planted.

And this maybe has me going the MOST bonker bananas because omfg.

Ed and Jackie. And Ed looking so much softer in comparison to the previous picture. Ed out of his leathers. Ed just VIBING. ED AND JACKIE JUST CHILLING.

I cannot express how many times I've pictured them talking, and pictured Jackie being like "You have the hots for WHO?????" Like if this is a moment where Jackie is having to be That Friend, aka the disapproving one of your friend's partner type deal HSKDJS LIKE,,, I HAVE ENVISIONED THE CONVERSATIONS SO SO MUCH.

And if they're watching Stede in that moment, if Stede is doing something silly stupid which is making Ed pull fond eyes and making Jackie pull a "wtf" expression like that,,, please. PLEASE.

I'm just.

My heart is so full. My crops are watered. My skin is clear. My depression is lifted.

And I cannot WAIT to see what all is in store for us. I cannot WAIT to see what all comes to light.

[yanderedrabbles]

What are yours OCs fetishes/kinks? What type of scenarios will make them go mad?

Also how big are they?

Sweet and Sour - yandere boys and their kinks

Warning: slightly dub-con content, blasphemous misuse of a crucifix, lots of anal Shoutout to all the anons who asked for this. I love you, ya little pervs.

Yandere! Cowboy wants to fuck you in the ass. He might try and prep you a little at first, working his fingers in and opening you up. But once he's got the tip in, all his care goes out the window and he's ramming himself into you like a goddamn stallion. Part of him just wants to make you cry again but mostly he wants to be the first in all your holes. They say you always remember your first time right? And he wants to burn himself into your mind. Over and over again.

Yandere! Soldier has the biggest cock by far. A solid twelve inches and thick as a fist. He's got a thing for getting head. He'll sit with his legs spread and his head thrown back, muttering in his native language. He loves popping it out of your mouth and feeling the soft tissue of your cheeks rubbing against his tip.

Mostly, he tries to be nice to you. But sometimes - after a long day or if you give him just a bit too much attitude - he'll stop holding back. He'll grab your neck and squeeze and his lips will just barely brush yours. He loves the way your cunt flutters around his cock when he does it. And some sick part of him likes the way you push at him so desperately and still can't manage to move him. I suggest you be careful. He wants to treat you well but he's still a soldier and there's a deeper depravity to him than either of you know.

Yandere! Boyfriend can definitely last the longest. He's also probably the only one who can successfully stop himself once he's inside of you. Your pleasure and comfort outweighs his own and if you even flinch, he's almost immediately pulling out and making sure you're alright. But trust me, it sure as hell isn't easy.

He adores breeding. The thought of filling you up and starting a family is the only coherent thought he has when he's inside you.

And it's so intimate. The fact that you're letting him spill himself inside you, letting him invade your body like that, is like the ultimate declaration of trust. He also likes wiping up any spilled cum with your panties and then keeping them with him for the rest of the day.

Sometimes he can get a bit mean. Like he'll keep eating you out even when your clit is a swollen, aching mess. Its the one guilty pleasure he allows himself.

Yandere! State Trooper is such an exhibitionist. He wants you to fuck him in the back of his cruiser while he's still on duty. When his dispatcher calls in, he'll press his hand over your mouth and try to sound professional. Even if his voice is nothing more than a growl at that point.

If he doesn't have time for even a quickie, he'll make you get on your knees and suck him off while he sprawls across the driver's seat. With nothing but his open door to keep away prying eyes.

He really loves putting his fingers in your mouth. Even when his other hand is busy finger fucking you, he'll have at least three fingers pressing against your tongue. He loves seeing the drool dripping down your chin and wet fingers are all the better to fuck you with.

And if you don't want to indulge him? He's got his handcuffs and his baton and he sure as hell can make you. So just be a doll and make it easier on yourself, all right?

Yandere! Cop loves chasing you down. Usually it's just for fun, a little teasing between the two of you. But sometimes his eyes go dark and dangerous and some animal instinct makes you run like hell. He'll fuck you wherever he catches you - against a tree, on the hood of his car, against your neighbour's fence. And trust me, he always catches you.

After a night out, he wants nothing more than to fuck you on your stomach with your wrists held together in the small of your back. It's by far his favourite position and he likes ramming you into the mattress so he can fuck your party girl makeup right off.

He likes eating you out when you're on your hands and knees in front of him - so he can grab your ass cheeks and spread them and draw his tongue down across your cute, puckered ass all the way to your shivering clit.

He doesn't say it, but sometimes he thinks about breaking in when he's disguised as your stalker and wrestling you to the floor. Tearing your clothes off and using them to tie your wrists together. Just to teach you a lesson about stranger danger. Maybe then you'll be more careful when you're out partying.

Yandere! Gangster gets hard at just about anything you do. Literally just touch him and he's a goner (gooner?) He's got a major weakness for stockings and heels. They make your legs look so damn good and all he can think about is being on his back with your stilettos pressed against the delicate arch of his windpipe.

Yandere! Incubus wants secret rendezvous. He wants to pull you into the shadowed alcoves that dot the abbey and fuck you against the wall, your habit pushed up around your waist and your rosary jumping against your chest with every vicious thrust. His biggest kink is making you go about the day with his cum still inside you, leaking back into your panties as you kneel for mass and light the votives.

His biggest turn on? The thought of fucking you while he forces a crucifix up your tight little ass. He wants to feel your ass and cunt pulsing, trying to shove him out and take him in all at the same time. And the cross buried all the way to the outstretched arms of the Saviour? He wants to watch it twitch and shudder as he rams into you.

He's a demon after all. What did you expect?

Yandere! Desert Bandit might be the second biggest. He doesn't have Yandere! Soldier's girth but he almost beats him in length at twelve and a half inches.

He's got a thing for feeding you. Most of the desert cuisine is eaten by hand and he gets so rock hard watching your suck his fingers clean.

He secretly wants to share you with his second in command. Him in your cunt and his second in your mouth so they can spit roast you. He's too possessive to ever let the man near your pussy though. And a dangerously proprietary part of him wants to watch you suck the other mans dick while you're down on your knees. Both you and his second in command belong to him, either through marriage or loyalty. And he gets so turned on watching you both and knowing it's only happening because he's allowing it to happen.

Yandere! Academic Rival is surprisingly kinky for such a nerd. He has a whole draw full of toys he can control from his phone. He gets off on making your use them when you're supposed to be studying or taking a test. When he can see you're stressed or thinking too hard he immediately turns them on, usually to the highest setting. If you ever get pissy about it, he claims he only wants to sharpen your focus. If having a shatteringly good orgasm in the middle of a term paper is a distraction, that's not his fault.

He wants you to dress up a bit like his favourite characters. Not really full on cosplay, but usually something dirty inspired by their aesthetic. By the time you graduate, you have a closet full of luxurious and exotic lingerie.

Maybe it's his upper class upbringing, but he has a thing for pearls. He spent a fortune on an extra long necklace that doubles as a leash. He'll stand behind you when you play the piano, tugging at it every time you make a mistake and with his cock growing harder every second.

Yandere! Apocalypse Survivor is a voyeur, make no mistake about it. In addition to sneaking glances while you bath, he'll tell you he's going out to check the perimeter or stand guard but instead double back just to watch you change. Sometimes he'll get lucky and watch you play with yourself, your head thrown back and one hand across your mouth to stifle your gasping.

He's totally into squirting - especially if you'll do it in his mouth while he eats you out. It's filthy and depraved but there isn't really a society left to judge him, is there?

He's big on biting, which is pretty ironic considering the circumstances. He isn't quite sure how to explain it to you without sounding like he's turning into a zombie himself, but he's going to keep trying until he gets it right and you let him sink his teeth into your ass cheeks.

[ninibeingdelulu]

Movie night

synopsis-> Your boyfriend Kunigami really love horror movies, but you don’t.

a/n-> There should be more kunigami content on this app :(

The flickering glow from the TV casts dancing shadows across Rensuke's chiseled features, throwing his rugged jawline into stark relief as a manic, slasher villain's blade slices through the helpless victim on-screen in a spray of garish blood splatter.

You flinch violently at the accompanying shrill shriek of terror, burying your face further into the safe haven of Rensuke's broad chest.

His rumbling chuckle vibrates straight through your trembling frame as those strong arms circle snugly around you.

"Aw, what's the matter, sweetheart ?"

Rensuke's deep timbre thrums with undisguised amusement at your jumpiness.

"Don't tell me the big bad horror movie is too much for my baby."

You risk peeking one eye open just long enough to shoot him your fiercest attempted glare, which only results in his features crinkling further with suppressed laughter.

"Shut it, you jerk!"

You give his solid bicep a half-hearted smack for good measure.

"Not all of us are complete weirdos who find people getting butchered for entertainment funny."

"Hey now, that's just good cinema doing its job if ya ask me," he counters with a devilish grin, chin jutting lazily towards the gruesome scene still unfolding before you both. "Gets the blood pumping in all the right places, doesn't it?"

You huff out an exasperated groan, desperately fighting off the instinctive shudder rippling through you as his words take on a distinctly throatier, heated quality.

Of course your lovably barbaric boyfriend is the type to get...amused...over fictional violence and carnage rather than cowering in fear like a sane person.

Apparently picking up on your squirming discomfort, Rensuke's smirk melts into an expression of pure tenderness you'd quite honestly fallen head over heels for faster than a sucker punch all those months ago.

"Alright alright, I suppose I've teased my terrified little girlfriend more than enough for one night," he murmurs with a gentle squeeze.

Grabbing the remote from where it sits wedged beside his hip, Rensuke rapidly clicks through the menu until your favorite classic romantic comedy populates the television.

"There, that's better." he proclaims in that low rasping tenor sending shivers racing up your spine in the good way this time.

"Can't have my best girl spending the whole night beside me shaking of fear, now can I?"

Those playfully dancing orange irises do something dangerous to your insides each time Rensuke aims them directly at you like that.

"You're the biggest dork I've ever known," you grin up at him despite the jab. "But my dork I guess, for some weird reason."

His responding lopsided smile is equal parts heart-fluttering and knee-weakening. Like delicious molten chocolate trickling over a wildfire ready to sweep you up without warning at any given moment.

Too captivated in the depth of those endless orange pools reflecting back at you, you barely even register Rensuke stretching over until suddenly the thermostat is ratcheting up noticeably.

Within mere moments you find yourself ensconced beneath a deliciously suffocating layer of cozy warmth pinning you to his powerful frame.

Heavy lidded and sinking further into the addictive heat cocooning you in Rensuke's intoxicating scent, your limbs steadily grow heavier and heavier with each blink.

The last coherent thought flickering through your steadily slumbering consciousness as his chest rumbles a soothing tempo is wondering just how in the world you managed to deserve something so wonderful as this as a lullaby night after night...

[sanicsmut]

Gojo Satoru x Confident!Plus Size!Reader

Warnings : she/her reader, fatphobia, mention of food but it’s not related to reader’s weight, use of the word ‘fat’ but positively. I don’t know if it could be considered slight angst if reader isn’t affected by the fatphobia.

Words: 733

Robin’s comment: We need more fics with a fat reader who doesn't feel bad about being fat and doesn't doubt being hot even when confronted with fatphobia. It’s pretty short. I don’t have the attention span to write a long and coherent thing, so I hope it’ll be enough. Keep in mind that I don’t actually write that much, and that english isn’t my first language and I don't have a beta reader. If the use of the word 'fat', even in a positive way, is triggering for you i'd advise you to not read this.

Like every day, you decided to visit your boyfriend during his break. He wasn’t on a mission, thankfully, which meant you could steal more time with him. You walked through the streets of Tokyo, your black skirt fluttering in the wind as you walked. You thanked your past self for thinking about wearing shorts, you didn’t want all of Tokyo to see your backside, this was a privilege for your boyfriend after all. Your handbag was filled with all kinds of sweets for him — how else would you thank him for being the best partner you’ve ever had ?

You were passing a café near Jujutsu High when you heard people laughing. You didn’t pay attention to it, initially, but when you heard the words ‘whale’ and other very funny — sarcasm — comparisons. It was true, you were fat. Yes, fat, not chubby or plus sized. No, fat, and not in the ‘norm fitting’ way that would make you an acceptable type of fat in the eyes of skinny people and the beauty norms, no you were… just you. Fat. You always said it wasn’t a bad word, people said skinny with no negative connotation after all, so why not fat ? And you weren’t ashamed of it, you loved your body, you loved how your clothes looked on you, you loved your fat and your rolls and even your stretch marks and everything that came with being bigger than average. Really. But that pride didn’t stop stupid and ignorant people from commenting on your physical appearance as if it was the funniest shit ever.

You turned your gaze to a table in front of the café and, surely, a group of people was sitting there. Boys and girls alike were laughing, some looking not very subtly in your direction. You walked towards them and they all fell silent.

“A whale, huh?” You said. You almost wanted to laugh at their dumbfounded expressions.

“We… uh… We weren’t talking about you.” One of the boy managed to say awkwardly. He kept looking everywhere but you.

“Oh but you were. What did you say?” You asked, looking at the girl sitting right next to him. “What was it? There’s gonna be an earthquake if I keep walking?”

She shrunk in her seat. You could be very intimidating when you wanted to.

“That’s funny.” You commented, not looking amused in the slightest. “Now let me tell you. All of you. You’re lucky I’m not ashamed of being fat. As a matter of fact, I’d say I’m pretty hot. So your comments don’t do shit to me. However, there are people out there who aren’t as confident as I am. Do you have any idea of the impact these kinds of comments can have on someone? Do you think people can choose to be fat ot not? Do you think we don’t know we’re fat? Do you think saying this will change our life and create a miracle maybe? It’s our life, our bodies, right? If you’re disgusted by fat people, you’re the problem. Go see a fucking therapist and work on your inner insecurities, because this is pathetic.”

Silence.

“It’s easy to talk when you think we can’t hear you, but you fall silent when I’m confronting you?”

You scoffed.

“That’s what I thought. Anyway. Next time you see someone who doesn’t fit your beauty standards, maybe keep if for yourself because nobody cares. And try not to insult them, I doubt you’d appreciate if I commented on your very obvious physical flaws.”

They all looked pretty uncomfortable, you simply threw them another condescending glance before walking away. What a group of stupid idiots.

“Now that was pretty hot.”

You could recognize that voice anywhere.

“Satoru!” You exclaimed, beaming.

You turned around and, surely, he was here in all his glory.

“You were a bit late so I went outside to wait for you.” He grinned, taking you in his arms. “I’m glad to see my beautiful girlfriend is still as fiery as ever.”

You practically melted in his embrace, pressing a kiss on his lips.

“I couldn’t let them think they could get away with this.”

“And you did a good job, sweetheart, I’m proud of you. I'd say no one can mess with my girlfriend, but at this point you don't even need me to defend you.”

You smiled, leaning away just enough to take the sweets out of your bag.

“Here, for being the best boyfriend ever.”

“Are you trying to make me fall in love even more?” He said lightheartedly. “Thanks, wanna share them?”

“Gladly.”

[sicklyworm]

Hi yes I would like to hear your thoughts on Shang Qinghua and his characterization (both in canon and in fanfic). I've always really enjoyed the fics with the like,, BAMF!Shang Qinghua tag, but i also can't decide if his cowardice is an act or not, if that makes sense? Or if it's a bit of both.

Oh my gosh thank you for this ask. Please forgive me anon for the absolute rant that's about to happen because of it!!!

I'm going to break down this ask into chunks so properly and thoroughly answer every part of it!

Starting with,

SQH's cannon characterization:

I spent several hours trying to type out a good yet manageable description of his characterization but I found that no matter how hard I try it's a bit too long for a reasonable Tumblr post.

So instead of just ditching this like a normal person I instead started on a essay going over Shang Qinghua's characterization with quotes and analysis!

At the moment of posting it is not currently completed but I'll make sure to reblog this post with the link to the document once it's done!

Now moving on to,

SQH's characterization in fanfiction:

I'm an avid fanfiction reader myself so I see a plethora of different authors writing different arcs for SQH so obviously he's going to act differently in each one.

The thing I think makes or breaks alot of fanfiction with him is whether the author can properly distinguish between their voice and his. As a highly relatable character a lot of us writers can have a pretty hard time distinguishing him as a character from ourselves! When this happens writers can accidentally take bits and pieces of themselves that don't quite match up with him and kind of force them into the characterization of him!

There's also like the cases of hyperfeminization or character bashing but I feel like those are more of a generalized problem then something SQH specific.

Next is,

Is SQH actually a coward or was it just an act?

This question was one I wrestled with quite a bit when I was first starting to dissect his character.

He plays dead and grovels easily when he feels threatened yet displays tremendous courage when it has to do with MBJ. Whether it be saving MBJ from falling to his death or from MBJ'S own uncle, he is necessarily putting himself in danger just for the safety of someone else.

These behaviors by definition conflict with SQH being a coward but It still feels incomplete to just say "he's not a coward case closed." Because he does act incredibly pathetically at times and has betrayed quite a few people!

So after a bit more deliberation I came to the conclusion that "his coward status is determined by his personal connection towards the subject"

If the subject is not close to him or his heart then it is completely subjected to all of SQHs shady and cowardly tendencies. Even if the subject is kinda close to him I believe these cowardly behaviors will definitely cut back some but under enough threat he will ultimately choose his own personal safety.

But in the case he has a deep emotional connection to the subject he seems willing to show tremendous courage and bravery in order to protect said subject.

Example of this playing out in cannon is:

The Sect - low emotional attachment = full rat bastard mode.

Shen Yuan - mid emotional attachment = normal level of courage but will cave under pressure.

Mobei-jun - high motional attachment = huge levels of courage that won't cave under pressure.

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Extra:

My ADHD was going off the rails with this post so I have no idea how coherent it is.

Anyways i am also a big fan of the BAMF!SQH tag and would love if you dropped off some recommendations in my ask box!

[confessioncivilization]

ive said this on another confession blog but uhh i still think about it

I think sharing food is a common love language for the noobs. Like?? Youre literally giving up your ration for the day for another person?? How romantic is that!!! And even if it isnt romantic, it builds a sense of camaraderie because food is practically the only gift that's worth giving to a fellow noob, ESPECIALLY if it's beef

I wanna imagine that in a revived seawatt au (i love seamavbo soz) EMF and Seawatt found out about Evbo's bday and they decided to make him a cake. Although gift giving is like, a really rare occasion because the Masters were constantly against each other and no one was really close enough to be considered friends, Evbo had changed the lives of these two. For better or worse? It depends on who you ask

They had to be really sneaky and secretive. They don't know if Evbo is currently watching them or not, so it was a teensy bit stressful. Eventually, they managed to get the ingredients to craft a cake (dont ask how theyre getting sugars, uhh emf probly expanded the agriculture after he messed around w the command blocks or somthn idk)

And when they finally presented Evbo with his bday cake? There was a short moment where he lacked a reaction. Seawatt and EMF shared worried glances. Did they do something wrong? Does Evbo not like the cake?? But then, Evbo smiled and his eyes started getting glassy with tears, before this turned into full on sobbing, though it honestly sounded more like he's laughing.

Evbo didnt even remember his bday, and yet these two did?? And they even made him a cake???

He was laughing while trying to wipe the tears that was continuously building up in his eyes. He apologized, this was such a weird thing to cry about. EMF and Seawatt's reaction though? They're just confused, they thought he would act more smug about it. But it's okay. It's okay to Evbo that these two would never understand just how much this means to him. Being the 2 closest people that he's got here, he already appreciated them a lot. His mind was often still stuck in the noob level and its culture, and he couldnt just get rid of this way of thinking

Eventually, his tears died down enough that he could form coherent sentences. They sat around the cake and shared slices. And Evbo couldnt stop smiling, like, genuinely smiling. He had the biggest grin and was giggling a lot while talking to EMF and Seawatt

and uhh

omg i swear i didnt intend to yap they make me ill and my fingers just kept on typing

GH OH MY GOD I DONT REGRET READING THE WHOLE THING THIS IS SO COOL OMG

[biblio-smia]

hello!!! “kiss me harder” with mike :”schmidt!?

thank you!!! | part of v’s 800 follower celebration!

it was just a night out - a movie and some dinner. it was not anything particularly fancy and neither of you are particularly dressed up, but you both look incredible to the other all the same.

this type of romance is foreign to mike. he had dedicated hours to preparing himself, hyping himself up and trying not to get in his own head. he's managed to annoy abby with his nitpicking, her annoyed eye rolls and groans telling him he just needed to relax.

mike did, eventually, though he was still a little nervous about being himself throughout the night.

he had time to collect himself during the movie, where nothing but a few comments here and there were exchanged. this, at least, had given him a topic to discuss during dinner, where the commentary had eventually tapered off into regular conversation. mike had been surprised with how much he'd been able to make you laugh, his confidence boosting throughout the night.

mike is acutely aware of the disadvantages he faces now after so many years of isolation. he is vaguely aware of the hints he picks up a few moments too late and is embarrassingly aware of the red flush that forms on his face once he eventually does.

mike is determined to redeem himself. he is also unwilling to part from you just yet and, by the looks of it, you are too.

so, mike suggests that the two of you go for walk.

there's only so many little stores, empty and dim, to walk by but neither of you stop as the block ends. the conversation carries you two to a little bridge overlooking a small park.

you quiet eventually and mike begins doing mental cartwheels trying to find ways to fill the silence. you don't seem to mind the silence, though. mike tries to relax, drumming his fingers on the railing of the bridge. he turns his head slightly, just to sneak a glance at you, but finds you're already looking at him. mike looks away quickly, feeling his face turn red. he looks at you again. you haven't managed to tear your eyes off of him.

mike laughs, awkwardly. he doesn't want to look away, but the eye contact is making him nervous. the longer it goes on, the faster mike's heart beats. do you know the effect you have on him?

at this rate, mike is going to end up saying something stupid. he already feels stupid, like a teenage boy that has no idea what he's doing.

mike opens his mouth, grasping at straws, when you beat him to it.

"can i kiss you?"

the question renders mike completely speechless, his mouth opening and closing without getting a single sound out.

he eventually gives up and just nods, turning his body towards yours. he really can't take his eyes off of you now. mike is nervous, letting you take the lead. you pull mike in easily, encouraging him to take you by the waist.

you can feel the nerves roll off of him in waves. you inch closer and mike's breath catches in his throat.

he's useless, really. all he can do is close his eyes as he feels your lips on his. mike can think of nothing other than the fact that your lips are incredibly soft, his shoulders relaxing as he leans into the kiss.

it's over too quickly. you've pulled apart with a smile but mike's mind is too hazy to think coherently.

"kiss me harder."

mike, at least, notices the hints of surprise on your face, your eyes widening a little and your lips forming an o. he doesn't get the chance to feel embarrassed before you're kissing him again; harder, just like he asked.

mike is better prepared this time, cupping your face as he kisses you. if that first kiss left him breathless, this one will probably make him pass out. it's messy and not as gentle as before but it electrifies mike. he's left with a boost of confidence and an even stronger craving as soon as you've pulled away.

you're smiling at mike's expression, a mixture of disbelief and pure elation on his face. he's laughing before he can help it, his hands leaving you to hide his face. he's at least found a way to fill the silence, his laughter bubbling out of his chest easily. you join in, too, pulling his hands away from his face and keeping them in yours.

your hand doesn’t leave his as you begin the walk back. halfway through the trek, it occurs to you that mike doesn’t realize how his flushed cheeks and his timid demeanor, or his nervous glances have managed to enamor you.

mike, in just one night, might have managed to become exponentially more precious to you.

[blueishspace]

Hero, Villain, God 10

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*Cub's pov*

Scar keeps staying out as HotGuy over his limit over and over, you tell him to be careful and he listens for two or maybe three days and then he's back and It's worse.

You worry about him, you really do, you don't like showing it ... You are hardly the...expressive type but the signal you give are clear, you hope he can understand it.

You are... tired of the limbo you are stuck in, he keeps overdoing it and you patch him up as best as you can and he does it again... each time you have to work harder and harder to make sure he's ok and It's taking It's toll on you.

You are frustrated too, he just doesn't listen, he says he values your work and knowledge and yet he keeps ignoring you!

... You have certain doubts sometimes.

You worry that he may be doing it on purpose, at least subconciously, that he in some way wants his situation to get worse so he has an excuse to rest... So that he doesn't have to feel guilty for it... You know that would never work on Scar though, he would find a way to feel bad about himself regardless.

...

You could never hate Scar for it, no matter how you feel about how little he listens... The Hero Association however...oh, you would burn it to the ground if you could.

They listen even less, they don't listen at all even, you told them HotGuy couldn't manage as much work anymore and they shut you up... They said Scar was being lazy and when you insisted they just responded with a "he can still run can't he?"... Whatever issues Scar might have are their fault and you hate them for what they have done to him, you would sue their ass for all of their funding... But Scar tells you to stay quiet about it and you do so because he cares.

But that's the past now and the present is a much bigger can of worms, things have devolved quickly in the last month...Scar is being especially distant ever since you told him to leave Poultryman alone, Sheriff and Ocean Queen fumbled the sibling situation especially badly and are still mobbed by the media and Poultryman has a growing fanbase other vigilantes could only hope of having...

...And now there seems to be someone new entering the stage, someone who's mark is...

...brutal.

"What do you mean they found mushrooms in his lungs!?"

"He's still alive but... It was horrible, I didn't even know powers could do something like this. The damage is extensive but precise, whoever did this did so in a way to create the most pain with the smallest amount of damage"

"Is he saying anything about what happened!? Have you got a statement from him?"

"Not ...yet"

"Why not? He could hace vital information"

"I... We tried to interrogate the man after he woke up but he's... Not exactly coherent enough for that... I doubt we'll be able to get anything out of him anytime soon... He's just blankly staring out the window... "

Great, amazing, fucking fantastic even. A new super powerful villain and no clues.

"What about the others?"

"Still unconcious, whatever knocked them out must have been strong. There was nothing inside their mouths and their body lack injection spots and blunt force trauma... we are thinking it was some kind of gas or airborne substance."

"... Like spores?"

"Indeed... I'm sorry one second, apparently the man said something"

"What did he say?"

"It wasn't very... uh...useful but he did say something. Mother Spore? Does that ring any bells?"

"No... Send me everything"

After you print everything out you quickly delete the files from the computer, better to be safe then sorry.

Scar comes to visit by soon after, you didn't have time to read over everything yet so you hide the papers, he asks if there's anything new going on around he should know about.

You say there isn't, it isn't a lie, it isn't something he should know about... You don't know enough, you aren't going to risk his safety and you know what will happen if he hears of this mysterious new villain... He nods and leaves.

Now back to the-... the files, they are gone... Scar...

*Scar's pov*

You hate having to steal from Cub but... You needed to know what's going on, you are the top hero, you can't be out of the loop.

You know he'll forgive you and maybe you are a tiny bit taking advantage of it but... You need to make up for your previous mistakes and if that means taking on a creepy mushroom themed villain then that is what you are going to do.

You look down at the file...it is scary how powerful this new villain seems to be and the file mentions the possibilty that they could be working with someone else... You push down the dread and something else takes It's place.

You are the number one hero and maybe if you can do this you'll feel like you deserve it...

...

Cub didn't tell you any of this, he said there was nothing...it hurts a bit, to know he would lie to you like so.

You know you have your limitations and you know you embarass yourself a lot ...but...does he think you are that incapable?

You haven't managed to catch Poultryman but you aren't a failure...

you aren't a failure...

...Are you?

End of Chapter 2

[takuyakistall]

sweet spots

— Commission piece for @ai-kan1's OC, Juno, and Ace!

It was no wonder that Ace knew a handful of stuff—whether it was taken from someone else or maybe he even made it up himself. But, believing them was a different matter. He's caught a lot of tidbits here and there but it never meant that he was the type to blindly believe in such sayings or rumours.

However, there was one short saying that caught his eye. He managed to overhear it from a bunch of students while he was running an errand for Professor Divus. Slacking, while on the job, was something the professor loathed but that didn't seem to stop him anyway when Ace leaned against the wall just to listen in to their conversation after his interest was piqued.

"Hey, guess what I saw today online."

"I thought I just told you to not believe everything you see online."

"Ugh, I know. But, listen, it's not as if I believe it but it's really interesting. Look!"

"Huh…? 'Moles are in places where you were kissed the most in your past life'? What is this?"

"Eh? Exactly what it says. Moles are in places where you got kissed the most in your past life—I thought the title was pretty self-explanatory."

"No, I mean, why is this so interesting to you?"

"C'mon, even if it isn't true, doesn't it seem romantic? Look, you even have ones here on your—"

Ace promptly left the scene. He's heard enough, he didn't want to linger longer to hear them start flirting with each other. It was painfully obvious that even Ace felt a little bad. Soon enough, he finished what he was asked to do but the conversation prior still lingered in his mind.

"Moles…" He muttered under his breath, his brain trying to formulate a coherent thought to figure out why it's been haunting him. Then, as if fate would have it, a sudden face flashed inside his head, rendering him speechless and flustered—albeit slightly.

He wondered if Juno had any moles.

He stopped in his tracks and thought to himself: Oh, that's a dangerous thing to think about.

But, like any other good student, curiosity was a trait he had. Maybe he should ask, just for curiosity's sake. Though, frankly, he knew deep down that it wouldn't help his situation at all if Juno ended up revealing any moles he had on his body.

He paused and came to a conclusion.

Yeah, maybe I should ask.

Ramshackle felt cozy around this hour. Ace always liked hanging around during this time of day after classes ended and it's no one but him and Juno inside the building (usually Grim would be there but he had "important" matters to attend to).

Ace crashed into the couch, letting out a deep groan as he stretched his arms. He fell slump against the armrest, eyes closed, and started whining. "Argh… I'm tired."

"Tell me about it." Juno followed suit, crashing alongside him and leaning against the other armrest of the couch. He let out a sigh, his eyes distant, "I don't wanna think about going back to class tomorrow."

"Don't skip." Ace clicked his tongue, lightly flicking Juno's skin in a playful manner—a small smirk appearing on his face. "Class is boring without you."

"All you do is keep bothering me anyway," Juno recounted the times Ace sent paper airplanes or notes his way. Only for him to unfold it and read out the most nonsensical and ridiculous messages ever. Sometimes, Ace would even mess with his hair—twirling his hair around his finger while absentmindedly listening to whatever the teacher had to say. He sighed, continuing, "But I won't skip."

Ace let out a chuckle and then a breathy laugh. His expression smug when he reaches out to pinch Juno's cheek playfully while saying, "Of course you wouldn't. You'd miss me too much."

He loved how the rosy tint spread on Juno's cheeks in just a few seconds as he pinned his gaze somewhere else.

Huffing, he covered his mouth and retorted. "Who told you that?"

"Well, it's obvious now isn't it?" He pushed further, "You wouldn't have that kind of reaction if it was a lie, haha!"

Juno stared at him with a bewildered expression, eyebrows furrowed just slightly and the tips of his lips tugging up into a small, uncontrollable grin. "Haha, I guess I am obvious."

Juno set his arm down facing up and Ace caught sight of something.

A familiar question popped up inside his head again and his eyes widened ever so slightly, it was difficult to catch the way his eyes transitioned to full focus on something else.

"Hey, Juno."

"Yes?"

"You got a mole on your wrist?" An innocent and harmless question—he was glad that the question disguised itself as one. Otherwise, Juno would've known he was up to some sort of mischief.

Juno's eyes lit up a little at the random question as he held up his wrist, close enough for Ace to see it in its entirety. "I do. It's pretty noticeable, isn't it? Everyone keeps noticing it."

"Huh? Really?" He never noticed it before.

Ace wrapped his fingers around his wrist, thumb smoothing over the skin where his mole was. It was a strange gesture, it made Juno pause as the odd sense of embarrassment sunk into his head.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking at it. Duh."

"You don't have to hold my wrist like this if you're just looking." Juno protested, trying to shake him away but Ace was oddly persistent. "I think you've looked enough."

Ace shook his head, sighing, "Listen to me for a second."

"What is it this time?" Juno groaned, tilting his head.

"I heard this really interesting thing just earlier—"

"I thought we told you to stop eavesdropping on others already?" Juno interjected and Ace couldn't help but sigh in frustration.

"—Not the point right now. Anyways, as I was saying, I heard this thing earlier." He paused, choosing his next words. "It was something about moles."

Now this caught Juno's attention. It might explain to him his sudden interest in his mole.

"What is it?"

"Haha… Something about them being places you were kissed the most in your past life, I think?"

"Oh?" Somehow, the next few events became predictable.

The next thing he knew, Ace raised Juno's wrist closer to his face—his lips hovering over his mole. His lips barely ghosted over his skin as Ace looked at Juno straight in the eyes, a mischievous grin on his face.

Everything clicked inside Juno's head. "Hey, what do you think you're doing—!?"

Promptly, Ace placed a chaste kiss over the mole. It was supposed to be a single, quick kiss but somehow it didn't end there. Once more, Juno tried shaking him off but he never let him.

"Stay still," Ace's voice was low. His breath was hot against his skin. "I just want to give justice to those rumours, y'know?"

He pulled away, finally, and looked at him with a cheeky expression—a smirk on his lips as he cocked his head to the side. "You got any more moles anywhere on your body?"

"Why would I tell you that now that I know what you're gonna do?" Juno puffed his cheeks in protest, still trying to pry Ace off as he tilted his head in frustration.

Oh—! Ace thought. His eye caught another one. Just below his jaw, close to his ear. Without missing another beat, Ace leaned in closer and placed his lips closer to his neck. Just barely, enough to taunt Juno with the ghost of his lips on his skin.

"What—? How'd you even find that from afar!?"

"I guess I just have good eyesight~?" Juno let out another groan when Ace finally pressed his lips against his neck. It felt embarrassing—insanely so. He felt like he could melt with the way Ace's lips refused to leave his neck.

"Hey, that's enough—" but soon, the words got caught up in his throat when Ace pulled away. It was far too early to breathe a sigh of relief when he came crashing down once more to steal his lips away this time as he robbed Juno of his words.

He was aggressive in his pursuit but never enough to hurt him—it was always intended to fluster him, to sweep him off his feet to the point that he couldn't retaliate; Ace was mean to him in this way.

When he pulled away, Juno silently hoped that it was the final one. His hair was a mess, his cheeks flushed with a familiar pink, and he couldn't help but pout a little at the gesture.

"There wasn't even a mole near my lips." He huffed.

Ace could only laugh in response, satisfied with how things played out for him. "It doesn't really matter to me. The whole mole thing was just an excuse to kiss you in the first place."

Juno narrowed his eyes but bit back a retort. Still, he felt a little lightheaded and thought that he could let himself get carried away while the mood called for it.

He paused, thinking to himself before opening his mouth.

"Hey, Ace, do you have any moles on you?"

From there, the following events were predictable—awfully so. Ramshackle was lively that very evening.

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

You'll change your name and change your mind (but you can't leave this fucked up place behind)

(Prompt #18: REVENGE | Unreliable Narrator | Loss of Identity | “I see what's mine and take it.” (Panic! at the Disco, Emperor's New Clothes) )

Notes: Okay, this one was very fun to write to be honest. I asked to myself how I could manage to do "unreliable narrator" and boom, the answer was in front of me! It's Sanzu, I just needed to let him unleash and not try to guide him towards any type of plot or coherency and he'd do the rest on his own. AND HE DID! Same for loss of identity, so easy to lose himself for Mikey, he has no self-respect whatosever, it's fascinating (Such a good gremlin, fr)

So, keep in mind this is very unreliable and very biased and not even Sanzu knows wtf he feels or thinks. He changes his delulu to keep adapting to shit happening around him, don't expect any type of coherency towards himself.

Also: I love Draken, any opinion reflected here is not mine, it's all on the lil pink hater <3

(Settled in Bonten timeline but during Kanto Manji times, you'll see why at the end, hehehehehe)

Warnings: Delusions and very distorted perception of reality, tones of cursing bc Sanzu is a hater, angst. Manga spoilers.

Sanzu acted very smug for days after seeing how Draken looked at him — a puzzled expression with a hint of annoyance, the obvious question written on his idiotic face. Confusion didn’t help that loser to look less ugly, but for once, Sanzu was delighted to see him.

Things got even better when he actually got to hear him venting to Mitsuya — okay, he might have been spying on them, but no way in hell he wouldn’t keep an eye on those fuckers!

Revenge never tasted sweeter, Sanzu was finally back where he belonged. By Mikey’s side, as his right hand and best friend — as it should always have been. That bastard thought he was special to Mikey? Ha, Draken could have been entertaining somehow, but once the novelty was over, once that leech showed his true colors, his king got tired of that moral bullshit. 

Yeah, that was it. Those shitheads of Toman never understood his king’s true potential, they held him back like dead weight. Sanzu was the only one alive who truly knew Mikey, who saw him for who he was, not for who others wanted to make of him. No, Sanzu didn’t see him as a puppet or a means to achieve his goals. Or as someone so righteous that would magically conquer the top of delinquency without staining his hands with blood. 

Because for Sanzu, Mikey himself was the goal — being able to stand by his side, to protect him, to serve him devotedly. Unlike those goodies of Toman, he was very aware Mikey wasn’t a saint either, his king had a talent for violence that no one should limit. And who cared if it was wrong or illegal? They wanted to be criminals, for fucks sake! He was a killer too and he didn’t regret it, he would kill for Mikey again as many times as needed. Nothing came without a price, Sanzu learned that years ago. 

So, of course, he was more than happy now that those pests were finally out of Mikey’s life for good. Sanzu could have answered their questions if he had wanted to, but it was a lot funnier this way — he was Mikey’s first friend, he had always been there but they were too busy to notice him, and obviously Mikey tried to push him away too but, unlike them, Haruchiyo never left. 

That was the big mystery those retards couldn’t comprehend, the magical trick Sanzu performed to be able to remain by Mikey’s side when he tried to isolate himself from everyone. He simply stayed, no matter what, he refused to abandon him. It shouldn’t have been so hard to deduce it, the same way it was obvious that his king was trying to carry some kind of burden all alone. 

His perfect revenge was cut short with the new information that Draken had joined Brahman from the shadows — a secret his ass, as Sanzu wouldn’t know what was happening inside his little sister Senju’s gang. 

It was difficult to choose what angered him more, the fact that the bastard dared to join their gang — trying to erase him again, but this time amongst his own siblings — or how he betrayed Mikey so blatantly. First, he walked away so easily and now joined the enemy?

Apparently, abandoning Mikey once wasn’t enough for the paltry dragon. No, he had the nerve to do it twice. Sanzu knew how much that could hurt his king, so kept the information to himself and resisted the urge to punish the traitor — Mikey had given him a very clear order and no matter how much he hated it, he would obey him. 

Any trace of satisfaction his revenge had made him feel, got completely erased the last time Sanzu interacted with Draken — that day, not even the knowledge that fucker would disappear from their lives forever was enough to bring him even the slightest relief. Fucking daring to appear at Senju’s funeral with that contrite face, like he had ever cared about her? Sanzu couldn’t even grieve his sister in peace without being haunted by him?

“Get the fuck away from here.” Sanzu spat his words with rage, looking at him with red eyes filled with hatred. A part of him was eager, almost begging to have an excuse, to be able to make someone — anyone — pay, to vent his pain with violence. 

But no, Draken stayed silent, too ‘decent’ to actually take the bait in a place like this — that didn’t mean Sanzu couldn’t hurt him anyway. His next words were filled with venom, punctuating each syllable with hate.

“Isn’t that your signature move, anyway? Disappearing after someone else’s little sister died.” 

BOOOOOOM! (yes, this was so damn fun)

Remember when I said he was unreliable? Well, to clarify his biggest lies: He doesn't regret killing for Mikey? My ass considering we're talking about Mucho here -.- (maybe regret is not the word, but that nonchalant attitude is bullshit to delulu himself and we all know it). Also, as you dear reader might have notice, he has very conflicted feelings towards his not-sibling-but-yes-his-siblings-all-at- once.

[inkwell-intrigues]

I think you had already said it but I got lost. Why did you rewrite the whole story for Chalice? He became like your favorite character and that's why the change of prominence? Will it stop being a story focused on brothers? I say because from writer to writer it is really difficult to keep several protagonists at the same time with the same importance, but if there are 3, one ends up overshadowing the rest no matter how hard you try, there are cases where there may be a little exception but for very little. My real question is... Was it a completely necessary change to rewrite everything? Maybe add parts of the importance of Chalice later or intertwine them with a detail that you wrote in previous chapters...

I am sorry for any inconvenience of grammatical type or coherence and cohesion. English is not my main language, much less one that I master.

No worries! So- I'm not rewriting the whole story for specifically Chalice, while she is a protagonist, she will get less "screen time" than the brothers, who are and will remain the main focus.

My reason for a rewrite is simply that I feel that the current version of TSTS is not 100% the story I meant to tell.

I got a little lost along the way, going, I believe, far too in depth into the backstory of Ginette (Don't worry- Gin isn't going away, but I focused on her too much, I think), the plot's pacing began to slow down after chapter 13 and onward, and I just lost track of the story I wanted to tell.

As for Chalice: For me, TSTS is about a family that has been torn apart and how families can survive terrible things, and grow to include more people! Chalice is a vital part of that family, and in the current draft I kind of overlooked Chalice. Now, I don't technically need to have her play a bigger role, but I want to. I want Chalice to play a bigger part because I believe she has an important story to tell - one that I strongly resonate with. (But here's a fun fact- she isn't actually my favorite character at all! That honor goes to Mugman! xD But, I advocate for Chalice because I believe so strongly in the story that I want her to tell.)

Additionally, Chalice has a HUGE role to play in the finale, but I didn't develop her well enough in the initial draft for her role in the finale to feel satisfying. (But you are right- 3 protagonists is EXHAUSTING, but I made a few changes that I think will balance it well!)

Now to clarify, I'm not going to rewrite everything. Chapters 7-12 are what I'm calling my "golden standard", so those and some others (Chp. 15, 20, etc.) will not undergo massive changes. What I want is to reshape TSTS's current writing into something that better matches the dream story that has haunted my brain for the past 5 years or so. Of course the dream has changed and been shaped by the DLC, by the Cuphead Show, and by you guys- all my wonderful readers! - but I still hold onto parts of that original story. Parts I almost lost in trying to finish a story while very burnt out. I want to be able to honor those nearly lost parts of the story.

Was it a completely necessary change to rewrite everything?

Depends on who you ask. And once again, I'm not rewriting everything!

But, was the rewrite necessary? For me it was.

This story means a lot to me and has a lot of roots in my own childhood and experiences. It's my baby in some ways, one that will have its 6 year anniversary this summer. I want it to be as perfect as I can get it, not just for me, but for all the people it represents and all of the readers that my words have somehow managed to touch.

Thank you for your question, and I hope my word vomit of an answer makes sense! Also, don't worry - your English is very easy for me to read!

Thank you so much for your support and I hope you have an amazing day!

- Ink

[idolish7imagines]

I adore your blog ^^ thank you for keeping the i7 fandom alive! May I request a scenario of how Banri would care for a sick S/O still pushing herself to work despite likely not even able to think in coherent sentences due to a high fever among other flu-like symptoms? Some type of flu just ripped through my household, taking down roommates left and right and I'm hoping it won't take me out 'cuz I can't afford 3-4 days off from work -_- Currently wondering if Banri would be the stern type to order a sick S/O to rest or if he'd be out of his element or figuring out ways to help her complete her work-day despite the sickness.

Ogami Banri x Reader :: Fever

A\N: i hope you're better now anon! I do enjoy writing for banri ^^

::

"Let me feel your forehead." Your boyfriend asks before proceeding to do so without really waiting for a response. The bed slightly shifts at his weight as he presses a knee onto it, leaning over to get a better look at you.

You honestly hadn't even gotten enough sleep through the night, yet you were adamant on getting to your shift at the usual time. Banri had spent the night (he does so at least once a month despite his also busy schedule) and was ready to start his commute to work as well before seeing the state you were in.

Despite the room being at a decent temperature, beads of sweat still piled up on your face, a noticeable glisten on your cheeks and forehead that you wouldn't have been able to hide even if you tried.

A bit of nervousness wells up in you spotting the subtle furrow of his brows after feeling your temp, expression nearly unreadable as he stood back up straight.

"Do you think you can stomach some breakfast?" He asks.

You hardly process the question before running it through your head a couple more times, before giving a slower than usual nod.

"Just something light, before I go to work." You mutter, a slight crack in your voice coupled with your throat sounding dry.

Ban stares at you for a moment, before letting out a short sigh. "I'm not sure if you'll be able to make it to work like this, but we'll see after breakfast."

"Whaat...but..work...have to be there." Unintentionally, you sounded like whining more than an assertive statement.

"I know..let's just see after breakfast okay?" His tone was gentle. Ban was no stranger to tough love when it was necessary, but he didn't want you to be upset when you're already like this. Not like it was your fault anyway.

He disappears into the kitchen, leaving you by yourself for a while to attempt to get ready for your shift.

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Needless to say, getting ready didn't go well.

Once Banri had returned, to his absolute shock, you were on your knees on the bedroom floor in front of your closet. A bin was toppled over, probably from your trying to grab some clothes before you fell, he assumed.

He exclaimed your name before going to help you up and back onto the bed, checking to make sure you hadn't accidentally bruised yourself.

"Ban..I just tripped..not a big deal.." You sniffle, tiredly looking in his eyes as his arms cautiously held yours.

"(Y/N)..you fell because you're weak." He tries to explain. "And you're weak because you're sick."

Your lips purse at that word, staying silent for now. Sick is the last thing you needed to be, especially to this extent.

Your boyfriend hoists you up and places you further back on the bed to properly sit on it.

"I don't think you're making it to work like this." He states.

"But Banri-"

"No buts." He was far too used to these kinds of conversations after becoming MEZZO's manager. He didn't like shooting other people down, but their health and wellbeing comes first. "I'm going to get your phone so you can call in."

Your eyes follow him going for your phone and unlocking it. Again, you were weak so you couldn't grab it from him or anything similar. And protesting against it wasn't going to work either.

The man had you to ask if there was anyone to cover your shift and notify them in advance you may have to take off for a few days (or thats what he wanted you to say at least, but instead you said you should be fine by tomorrow).

After that, he goes back to the kitchen to prepare something a bit lighter for you to handle in your current state after tucking you back in.

As much as you wanted to cuddle him as thanks, you were afraid he might get some of your symptoms, and that would make matters even worse.

The food he brings back is vegetable soup and crackers, with water. He offers to feed it to you, but you insist you're not nearly frail enough for him to have to do that.

The two of you eat together in your bedroom, and after finishing your soup, your heart nearly leaps out of your chest at a sudden realization, whipping your head to him.

"B-BAN! WORK!" You exclaim with wide eyes, words still slightly slurring.

"Eh? We already took care of it.." He blinks, startled by the outburst.

"No, your work!" You clarify.

Your partner stares at you for a beat of a moment, before chuckling and patting your head.

"Even your sense of time is off. I still have quite a bit of time to make it there." He gives a smile you can't be mad at.

Letting out a quiet 'ah...', your head hits the pillow once more.

"I should get going though, you're right." Banri stands up, taking the dishes. "I wish I could stay. Just don't push yourself alright? I'll call on my breaks, and help you figure out some plans to catch up on your work once you're feeling better."

His lips press against your temple. It was quick, but you cherished it, giving a slow wave of your hand as Banri headed out for work.

[daz4i]

Hi hi my love!! ^^ So you asked for asks right? :3 I realize a lot of the times when I send you these I tend to ask you to rank stuff lol so I guess I'll lean into it? How about top 5 (or 10 if you have enough) anime series or top 5 (or 10) animated movies? :3 It's pretty general but I figure it should give you a lot of room to go over some of your favorites ^^ Sending love and good wishes!!! ❤️

ehehe thank you my love 🥺👉👈🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

i wanted to do both but then i did the top 5 anime and i got very carried away with my explanations so i kept it as just that. anyway:

1. haikyuu!! probably my favorite show ever tbh. i think hq has a perfect story, like it uses its genre to do everything right, and its impact on the outside world is amazing as well. as for the series itself, it's just beautiful (ignoring that one episode in season 4) and has a very unique style, stellar voice acting, awesome soundtrack, delicious symbolism, and it really gets you hyped for volleyball :P it's very easy to get attached even to the most minor character bc the story is written in a way that lets almost everyone in this HUGE cast (well over a 100 or even 150 named characters, i'm pretty sure) shine, and you're guaranteed to find someone you like. the only downside is you'll probably end up rooting for every team so eventually a team you like will lose a game (likely to another team you like) and that hurts every time fr. and still!!!!! it manages to be so feel-good and optimistic and really gets you pumped and inspired!!!! i think anyone who is even just open to try sports anime should check it out, it's def one of the most accessible I've seen in that genre (in a sense that it doesn't expect you to already be familiar with the sport to understand the story)

2. honestly?? osomatsu-san. probably bc it's very dear to me like emotionally, season 2 was still releasing when i was stuck in the hospital for a few months, and it was like a light i held onto every week (i was also following a few mangas back then but those were harder to follow. due to oso-san's skit nature it was always a good time) and i mean, ichi was my first f/o before i even knew that term existed hehe. it's one of these shows i wouldn't actually recommend to anyone unless i know they're ok with gross or edgy humor but i do think it's really good, i love how meta it is, and i think it uses its premise to deliver maximum entertainment!

(oh my god that was so much gushing abt a silly skit show i am so sorry <- guy who wrote most of the hq gushing after typing this part up. he was not aware)

3. ok so this one's really niche, idk if any of you have even heard of it heh. it's called bungou stray dogs-

ajdkflhlh while i have my gripes with how they adapt the manga, i do still think it's a very good anime as is. it was good enough to get me hooked on the story and characters and want to learn more and follow the story further, yknow? it's beautiful and i love its use of colors for symbolism, it has really great voice acting, and the energy is kept up throughout it enough to remain engaging. it's honestly a show I'd recommend everyone to at least try 🤔!

4. persona 4!!!! from one mediocre adaptation to a GREAT adaptation. i think p4's anime is really really well made - it manages to translate a game this long into a coherent and interesting story, gives its characters time to shine, and maintains a perfect balance between fun and emotions. also it has probably the best dub I've ever heard. naoto's anime voice dni. also i think episode 26 is a true masterpiece i think everyone should watch it

5. ngl. it's a three way tie for me. between shows i only watched once and don't have a lot of attachment to beyond that, but i think they're really good for very different reasons. gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun / great pretender / blue period. i won't go into details on why i love them all bc this post is already long enough. but if you're reading this you should check them out 🫡

also if this post convinces you to check out any show mentioned here you legally have to tell me ok? esp if you end up liking it 🧐🔥🔥

[plothooksinc]

26 and 30 for the fic writer asks!!

26. If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

I could say "actually, I was just so happy I started writing again AT ALL" because that would be correct. It'd been a long time since I'd managed and I had begun to think wearily that maybe I'd never return to all my unfinished fics. Then Rise hit me over the head with a two by four and I think typed like. Nine out of every ten days or so, wow.

That part was very important and I'm still relieved and find it hilarious that people are prompting me and apparently I cannot shut up so muse alive and well, I guess! But in terms of writing itself: a few chapters ahead of Ch. 14 in NRFTW, I said "hey what if I did *this* to Donnie" to my beta and she screamed. Me: I have no idea how to approach this and have never written this kind of body horror/existential scattered-mind shit before in my life Me: Me: I'LL WING IT I HAVE FAITH

So I got to that chapter and wrote the great spaghettification of Donatello (or as someone on Discord kept saying, I can't believe you peeled Donnie!) and the full scattered nature of his dissociation/derealisation and accompanying spaghetti gore just worked, I was on such a roll with that chapter, I don't think I've written anything so challenging in my life, but hey. It got a lot of reviews of "Gross! Horrifying! MORE PLS" so I think it worked. This teaches me that I should live by the maxim fuck it, we ball more often. :D

(Also the hilarious art and jokes it spawned have kept me entertained for the rest of the year, so)

30. What’s something that you want to write in 2024?

I want to update all my outstanding fics at least once. (At least. The Rise muse still has me but I have all these other RK/TMNT/FFVII fics going "what about us?" in the background so they deserve work. Wouldn't it be great if I could at least finish Snowblind?)

I am most likely to do the majority of my work still in Rise atm, so I have a follow on from NRFTW brewing away in the back of my head. I'm getting plot points together and it's shifting from vibes to coherency as I type. I pledge to let Leo actually not be bedridden for this one, so it'll be set at least after the final scene of the movie. But I have two villains in mind and a bunch of Hidden City lore to work in and will lean more towards shenanigans than the outright pressure cooker rollercoaster into hell that was NRFTW /o/ But I also have a couple oneshots in mind! I'm also still taking prompts, though I'm working on the last one I currently have, so they'll be scattered in there if I get any more <3

In short, I found my inspiration and I'm going to ride it for all its worth, while still taking sensible breaks so I don't get burnt out. (One page a day, that's me.)

Thanks for the questions!

Writing meme here.

[the-mist-striders]

Episode 6: A Ride to Vallaki

Kai is told to seek a Vistani dusk elf, eager she sets out to ask around the camp

Except there's one small problem

A lot of the men are gorgeous

Not just that, but they're her type

IE; tall dark haired roguish types

She approaches the campfire. Freezes. Whimpers "why are they all hot"

Lilliya whispering: I don't know. We just have really good genes

Luciren and fauna hear this, and have no idea how to process that conversation.

Anyway there are Vistani dancing around the fire

There's music

Looks like a good time

A hot one tossed his scarf around Kai and has dragged her into the dance circle

She's as tense as a log

She only manages to stay upright because the guy is passing his performance rolls, otherwise she'd just go -thunk- on the ground

Lilliya being a bro smoothly starts dancing into the circle and switches places with Kai to get her out of there

This is when she's handed off to Lucerain, the only dude in the party, and a guy who does also match her type

He slings her over his shoulder

Rip Kai

Dm requests a con save for Kai

Nat1

The dam has burst

She's covered in sweat

#@the d20 die: “ Hey bro what the fuck”

She's making a string of weird "eeeeeeeeEEEEEeee" noises that would unsettle anyone in any situation.

A feeling that doesn’t belong to her is threatening to take the reins. She’s shaking in Lucerian’s arms, wanting nothing more than for him to drop her, conflicting directly against an alien force inside her.

Finally she manages a coherent but very high pitched "let me down"

He lets her down. The party is confused.

After taking a breather and a very long chug of her water skin she manages to pull her head covering up to expose the hole in her head

Gestures to it

“This Curse… It wants more than my head… It’s genetic, and demands I make more for it to feed on…”

There’s a moment of silence among the group as they register what she is alluding to.

“It makes me feel things…” She shakes her head violently

Fauna gives her an understanding nod, signaling she has no need to keep forcing herself to speak.

Anyway meanwhile Lilliya asks about the dusk elf in Kai's stead, gets some Intel on a separate Vistani caravan. Liliya is the true mvp

The day is young, so they set out on the road cutting through the woods

A nice brisk walk in the mists

How relaxing

They reach this large open gate with corpses strewn about, posed as a warning

#thats-pretty-neat. Anyway let's go

They hear hooves approaching. They ain't trusting shit, so the party is hiding behind the gates, trees, or bushes except for Liliya. Liliya stays out just in case and assumes that since Vistani are a normal sight around here she's probably the safest

It rides to where we are

Stops

We see it

Its this fucker

Its holding an unlit lantern

Holds it up. 

Looks around. 

We all fail our stealth rolls 

But it doesn't attack. It just twitches and convulses. Screams, then rides off

At this time it's getting dark

Amalia took this to be an insult

Is like "Imma kill it"

Starts fucking running after a dude that's on fucking horseback

Lilya trips her and Lucerian grabs her

She is not happy about it. Is struggling and thrashing

Fauna goes to her murder gf, cups her hands around her face and pleads with her to calm down

Amahlia isn't pleased by how we won't let her kill things

Lilia goes to slap her, Kai stops the slap by thrusting her staff in the way.

Fauna hands Amahlia 3B, the bat she keeps in her hair. Offers to let her pet him to calm down

3B isn't happy about it. 

He’s screeching "how could you betray meeeee"

Only Fauna hears this. Everyone else just hears distressed bat screeching

Fauna :see he's so happy that you're petting him :)))

Amalia doesn't hurt 3B. But the petting is unpleasant for him 

We find a Mill surrounded by standing stones 

Thing is, this wind mill is referenced a fuckin lot

But subtly- so I kept forgetting to mention it

It was on the murals/wallpapers in the Death shit-house, we also have the deed to it that was found in there as well.

In Faunas prophesy the mill is also referenced

Before Kai knocks on the wall to "see" inside, Lilya suggests we drop off Ireena because when on an escort mission, it's best to get rid of them first

She pauses. Shrugs. "ok."

Kai and Fauna have a galaxy brained moment

Realize that they can both turn into horses and carry the rest of the party to the town we need to get to much faster/easier

Neigh neigh motherfuckers

Kai turns into a black horse with a hole in her head just like in her true form. Tbh she doesn't look out of place in this fucking weird land

Fauna turns into a fancy, pretty horse that wouldn’t look out of place in a MLP cartoon.

Luciren does at first try to ride Kai. Kai isn't fukin having it so he's riding Fauna instead

Amahlia calls dibs on Fauna because gf

So Kai has heath ledgers sister and Lillya

Everything's chill till we see an open grave with bones scattered

Now there's something about going through a murder house that kills the sense of curiosity

It was a big steaming cup of "nope, the fuck not"

We keep trucking

Lillya's player suddenly asks the dm to have the riders roll to keep on the horses

Luciren's player is like:

Liliya fails her roll and now I'm down a rider

Lillya tells us to keep walking, she'll just catch up

Horse Kai is like:

"Get the fuck back on my back"

Lillya keeps insisting we just keep going

Fauna meanwhile is like "k." And keeps trotting

Lillya keeps on insisting that she will just catch up to us???

Like come on m8

Anyway everyone's gangsta until they hear a bunch of wolves howling close by

A scene of Lilliya running while screaming ensues as I'm going at a slower pace but am also hauling ass too so that she can make it back on

Wolves are like "FOOOODD"

She is pulled back up onto the horse

We book it, and manage to outrun the wolves

We made it to the gate.

Fauna stops immediately when she notices the gate, flinging everyone on her back off in the process

the fucking whiplash

We change back to normal because there's no way they're letting in a horse with a void where it's eyes should be

Fauna asks Amahlia to be "honey with extra sugar"

We talk our way past the guard

"Wow!! I Love your speeaar:))))))) It looks soooo eFfective! Haha :))))" -Amahlia’s tone is so sickly sweet that it comes back around to hostile, causing them to be intimidated as they watch the party enter the city.

Congrats guys, we have successfully brought Ireena to Vallaki! Now we just need to not screw this up!

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[anilyan]

A reset

Welcome! You may or may not know me from the many projects I delve in, especially genshin-related projects like fics, later my page of genshin 2D skins (everything before May of 2023 is 2D), and currently my 3D skin mods. If anything, it's impressive that you found this corner of the internet, since this is my less interesting project at least according to people with short attention span.

Thing is, I used to have blogs in Portuguese. And I connected with many people thanks to that. I kept connecting with people after leaving them, especially now that I have many who enjoy my work and who interact with me on my discord server, but I still miss a space where I can share my thoughts and ramble about any topic I want. I have a massive genshin brainrot, so my posts will still mostly be about that, but there are no rules here.

(Above you can see some genshin mods I've worked on. Mods (skins specifically) won't get you banned, but are pc only. You can join my discord server for more info ^^)

So, why Tumblr? I thought about it, and this seems like the most fitting platform. My stuff can be shared and reblogged, I can customize the layout of my page at least for pc, and my kind of content fits Tumblr better anyway. And I alreaady had this page, so why not use it?

Youtube and video content is kinda a no for me. I love writing, and hate talking. The fact that I'm not an English speaker and that I'm not entirely confident in the way I pronounce words doesn't help, and it's hard for me to make a coherent speech while concentrating instead on how to words. Sure, scripting exists, but if I'm going to write, I would rather share a blog post. Who knows, I might provide audio versions by asking AI to read my posts out loud for me.

The world is ironic. It demands authenticity, yet also wants people to build a brand by submitting to algorithms, which forces creators into making a very specific type of content, without margin for change and exploration, and to create in a format that might not be the most natural to them. Yes, many people thank tiktok for their success, but if I joined the platform, I would just burn out spending more time promoting my content than actively creating it. Someone bring blogs back xD

Anyway, I am a person, not a brand. I don't want to pretend otherwise. I prefer to grow at a slower pace, and to backtrack sometimes or end up changing course, managing to do everything I want on that journey.

Because I do believe I will be able to achieve anything I want, immortality apart. In the past 3 years, I reached goals that I had wanted for most of my life, in a way after giving up on them. I just noticed that the impulses I get around my birthday end up defining what I will do for the next year, and instead of forcing things, going with the flow works best for me. Those sudden changes might make me lose followers or income streams, because even if my interest end up connecting eventually, the exploration phase is enough to make me lose the favor of algorithms. But I have a main job and, while I would love to be a creator full-time, this might be the most stable option for someone who thrives in ambitious sudden projects like me.

So. Let the Wind lead.